Kay, I need you guys to stick the story out. You may not like the pairings right now, but it'll be worth it :)

-I'm here to enkindle courage.


Honestly, she really had no idea how to reply. First, because she was stunned that he was with her. Second, she wasn't even awkward with him being there. Thirdly, she didn't know why she was in his clothes. Basically, she was confused.

"Uh, no. I just have a really bad headache. I don't really remember much of the night." She flushed a bright pink and turned from his face. I can't remember much! Oh, death.

Feeling her bed-buddy shift uncomfortably from her leaning on his chest with her hand, Maka removed her hand and lay back down. Why don't I feel awkward or nervous? He's freaking shirtless! Ignoring her mind, Maka propped herself up onto her elbow and looked into the amber eyes staring at her.

"You don't remember how this happened then?" Kid turned a bright pink and broke eye contact with her. "Well, this looks really bad. But I swear I did not take advantage of you or anything. I promise. I would never do that. Uh, well I guess you probably want to know how this happened. Do you remember coming to talk to me last night?" Maka nodded, vaguely aware of it. "Well, it got really noisy out there, so we came in here to talk. We started to get sleepy, so I said I would sleep on your floor, but then you said I was the guest and should sleep on the bed. We compromised instead. And the reason I'm shirtless is because earlier when we were talking you spilt your drink all over yourself, which is why you are in my shirt. So yeah…" He turned bright red as he was explaining himself. "I'm sure you'll remember by the end of the day." He smiled at her, which caused her to blush.

Why didn't I just change shirts? We're in my room. Maka, scratched her stomach only to find that she wasn't wearing anything underneath Kid's white shirt. Did I change infront of him? Do I bring it up? That could get awkward. And I'll probably remember later.

"So what did we talk about exactly?" Maka questioned, curiously.

"Well, you were first determined to find out why I was upset."

"And why were you?"

"Do you have to have this conversation again?" An exasperated Kid said.

"Hey, you're in my bed, half naked. I deserve some answers." Maka teased. Man, thank god we are such good friends. If I woke up to find myself in bed with Black*Star, things would have turned super awkward really fast. I feel really calm talking to Kid like this. Maka found it hard to turn her eyes away from the amber ones that were consuming her.

Flipping onto his back, Kid threw his arm over his eyes. "I was depressed because my father wants to send me away on a mission for three months."

"Why is that so bad? You've gone on missions before for around that time." Maka said slightly confused. She saw him hesitate and mutter to himself.

"…Uh. Because…man, much easier with liquid courage. Can we not talk about this right now? It was hard the first time and I'm sure you'll remember it. If you don't, then I'll tell you again. Deal?" He looked over to Maka and smiled. Maka blushed slightly and felt her stomach flutter.

"Yeah, that's fair. But did I make you feel better?" Maka asked, hoping the answer was yes. Kid looked at her and smiled slightly.

"How could I not feel happy when the hilariously drunk Maka was with me?" He teased and laughed as she lightly punched his arm and laughed with him. Flipping onto her bed to stare at the ceiling, Maka smiled. I'm really glad I have someone like Kid in my life.

Mirroring her body, Kid did that same. He looked at the window. "Man, it must still be like 7ish. It's still dark out. We only got three hours of sleep tonight. Wanna go back to sleep?" Suddenly realizing what he said, Kid turned red and stammered. "Uh, I mean. I can sleep on the floor and stuff."

Maka laughed at the flustered reaper. "Kid, if I'm comfortable with you here right now, then sleeping would be fine. Also, how did we share one pillow last night." Glancing away uncomfortable, Kid didn't meet her gaze.

"Well, you told me to use the pillow. But uh, I felt bad. But then you kinda just slept on my chest." Turning bright red, Maka mumbled an apology for doing that. Kid just laughed. "No, I thought you would be mad for letting you do it. But it's fine. You seemed comfortable and I sleep on my back anyway." Both seemed unsure what to do next. Kid was still on his back, lying on the only pillow. Both seemed uncomfortable at the newest predicament they were in. Trying to ease tension Kid said, " If you promise not to drool on me again, you can sleep on me." He laughed as Maka poked his side.

"I don't drool!"

"The wet patch on my chest says something else, Miss Maka." He grinned at her, enjoying teasing her.

"Shut up, Kid. Or I'll Maka Chop you!" She said as she continued to poke his sides. Being ticklish, Kid's hand flew to her wrist to have her stop. He pulled her down so she was face first on his bare chest.

"Haha, okay, okay." He laughed as her condescendingly patted her head. "Go to sleep, cranky pants."

"Why do you have to pick on me?" Maka fake pouted up at him.

"Because you're ador—hilarious when you laugh." He tried to get her away from the word he almost said. "Now, sleep. I'm still tired." Kid kept his hand on her head and seemed to subconsciously start playing with her hair. Maka, who loves the feeling of head massages, even little ones, calmed down and slowly fell asleep again. Thanks for being such a good guy, Kid.

Kid looked down with a smile on his face. It only going to last a few more hours, I need to enjoy this while I can.

In Soul's room however, things went much differently.

"Uh, Liz? Is that you? Why are you in here?" Soul tested the waters, to make sure not to insult her.

"What do you mean? You invited me in here to listen to music… and stuff" Liz groaned and grabbed her head; she laid back down on Soul's stomach. She kissed his chest and sighed.

Soul, still not remembering a thing, froze at the feel of her kiss. "Uh Liz, I don't remember anything from last night at all."

Quickly getting her head off of him, she turned and looked at him wide eyed. "Actually?" She raised her eyebrow, wondering if this was his way of getting out of what he did.

"Yeah…what happened?" Soul said, hoping that the answer was an innocent one.

"Well, after Maka ditched you for a dreary Kid, you came over to me and danced with me. We played beer bong and stuff. We had a bunch of fun. Eventually everyone was leaving but we were still hyper, so you asked me if I wanted to go listen to records until we were tired. We ended up talking and we eventually got to the whole "Truth or Dare" game. Yeah, we were bored. It was my idea though, so don't worry cool guy. OH SHIT." Liz jumped up and ran to Soul's closet. Pulling out a bag, Liz giggled. After untying the bag, Liz pulled out an extremely cranky looking Blaire. Blaire, in cat form looked extremely pissed off and scratched Liz, who dropped her and grabbed her freshly cut wrist. Blaire immediately transformed into a naked woman and jumped at Soul.

"SOUL! How could you trick me into a bag like that! You know I can't get out of those!" She jumped on him and a nose bleed exploded from Soul. Liz, who was slightly startled at the naked woman, casually picked up and threw her out of the room, as if Blaire weighted less than a feather.

Soul, braced for an impact that never came. Glancing at Liz, she was retrieving Kleenex for his nose. She walked over and dabbed him nose. She isn't going to hit me? What the hell? Maka always hits me when she sees Blaire naked and on top of me. And since when was Liz that strong?!

"Boys… getting nose bleeds over the smallest things." She dabbed his face and wiped the wall down the best she could. Soul grabbed a bandage that he kept in his night stand and had Liz give him her wrist. Without even thinking, Soul bent down, licked her wound and applied the bandage. Liz, slightly startled that he licked her glanced at him with a weird face. Soul finally realised what he did and blushed.

"Uh, my mom used to do that when I would get a cut. Something about saliva disinfecting it when you don't have alcohol to do that."

"Oh, well that's different. So uncool, Soul. You seriously are a big softie." She teased him.

"Shut up, Liz." He laughed with her and rubbed the back of his neck, still getting over the embarrassment.

Liz grabbed all of the bloodied Kleenex and the wrapper for the bandage and walked over to his trash to through it away. On her way back, she began to feel dizzy. Aiming to put her hand to the wall to avoid falling from her hangover inducted dizziness; Liz missed and fell back on top of Soul. Both blushing, she got up and sat at the edge of his bed. Soul grabbed her arm and pulled her around. He was silent for a while but then finally spoke in a hushed whisper.

"What happened last night, Liz?"

She seemed to hesitate at first, but knowing he would remember sooner or later, she told him. "You talked about how Maka was too good for Kid and stuff. You seemed really jealous. But then… uh. You said something like 'Well, if she can have someone, so can i.' Then you may have pushed me into the wall and uh…yeah." She was blushing furiously for admitting to herself that she let him use her to vent his jealousy for Maka. But it felt so right to me. Why would I stop a handsome guy from kissing me?

Dropping her arm, Soul sat back to absorb everything that he was told. Maka went away with Kid? Why would she do that? Feeling the jealousy bubble back up again, Soul grabbed Liz's arm and put her back to the way they had woken up. Liz, unsure of what was happening waited for him to talk.

"It's still really early. Let's just go back to bed." This is so uncool. Maka and I weren't dating or anything. So I guess she can fucking sleep with whoever she wants. But whatever. Cool guys don't freak out about chicks. But Soul knew he was lying to himself. He knew he loved her, but the sting of her changing her mind about him stung deeper than any cut you could have. Whatever, Liz obviously likes me. She's hot too. And she has a good taste in music. I'm sure we have the same amount or more things in common that Maka and I do. Whatever, that fucking bookworm can be with that douche. I don't care anymore. Soul felt his heart harden at the thought of Maka with Kid. He shook his head, getting rid of the image. I can probably get laid faster with Liz anyway. And that's all that matters. Maka would be all worried about it being special and shit. It's just sex. At 17 we really shouldn't be caring about 'making love' or whatever. Feeling betrayed and hurt by his meister, Soul fell asleep to the sound of Liz's slight snoring and the feel of her head lying on his chest.

I don't need her to love me back to be happy; I don't need anyone to be happy.


Did i spell Meister right? :S awks. Anyways, thanks for reading, please review. Flames are welcome! The pairings may be different right now, but give it a few chapters. Love isnt always easy right? Remember, most of my stories include courage. Including tell someone you love them! Please R&R :)

Bye boys :)