SoulxMaka chapter. Yeah, first one that has nothing but them. ^.^

36) Good Enough

We've all had those days when we just don't feel good enough. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not funny enough. When you're all alone and your mind wanders to places it should never be when you're having a bad day or even when you're having a great one and you find yourself thinking about how not good enough you are. Just sitting in silence and thinking about things that lead to other things that ends up with you depressed and not wanting to do anything anymore because you're filled with so much shame you don't dare go out in public and embarrass yourself.

Maka hated those days and she's going through one now.

Maka sat in her small room all alone, the day almost done and she felt terrible about everything. She felt as if everything she has ever done in her life was one big mistake. She thought about the conversation she had with Black-Star and just now realized the boy was bored to death, why couldn't she e exciting enough to keep the boy's attention like the others? He even listened to Tsubaki and she's usually calm and quiet when she speaks. Maka tries to make jokes, but they are either not funny enough to cause someone to actually laugh out loud, or they were just too stupid of a joke to even be considered funny. Then Soul says one small comment and everyone is literally falling out of their chairs and rolling on the floor like an idiot in laughter. How does Soul do it? Black-Star could get the group to laugh even when he's not making himself look like an idiot by either jumping around on desks or announcing his name and challenging God himself. Even Kid can get all of them to laugh, sometimes he doesn't even mean to but everyone finds him hilarious at points. That's not fair.

Maka got up and kneeled down next to her large piles of books that took up most of the floor space in the room. She picked up a book titled The Body Finder, Maka flipped the book open and leafed through the pages, remembering the storyline from when she had read it. People always said she was smart with all of the books she read, but how much knowledge can you gain reading about a girl that can sense dead bodies and their killers? Maka placed the book down and grabbed another one, one that was thicker and had a picture of two hands holding a bright red apple. She let out a small giggle, she defiantly didn't gain any knowledge from Twilight, she didn't understand what Liz liked it so much. After she put that one down she saw her math textbook laying between the two, she had already completed the homework, but she felt as if she should have done it better and faster. Kid was considered a genius, he could learn anything by looking at it once. Why wasn't she smart enough to be able to do that? Why wasn't she just smart enough in general? Stein is smarter. Sid is smarter. Nygus is smarter. They are all smarter than her and even the idiot Black-Star knows more things about certain subjects that she did. That's really not fair.

Maka got off of her knees and walked over to her desk that had a large mirror sticking out of the top. She sat down on the padded bench that rested in front of the desk and she stared at herself. She twirled one of her fingers into her pigtail, removing it and seeing it returning to it's naturally straight form. Why was her hair like this? She never did anything special with it besides the pigtails. Maka leaned forward and ran a hand along her cheek, feeling several small bumps on the skin. Why couldn't her skin be smooth like Liz's? Why couldn't her cheeks be a natural flush of pink like Patty's? Her nose was too small and her ears were too large. Maka looked down at her hands and saw her short nails that couldn't stay long from her chewing on them when she was testing. She never painted them since nail polish did not taste good and she didn't want to bother with having to recoat then every ten minutes. Her nails looked so ugly with her calloused hands. Maka turned around so she no longer hand to look at herself, but she ended up seeing her legs. Her small, thin legs. She knew she wasn't fat, she ate plenty, almost as much as Black-Star at points, yet she still had those chicken legs that made her look like she was nothing but skin and bones. Curved didn't exist on her body, she has a small dent where her waist is since her ribs stick out father than her sides. Everyone else looked good. Tsubaki, Liz and Patty looked beautiful with their perfect skin, curves and large breasts. Maka felt like as if she didn't even have any, her bra size was pretty much less than an A, what was the point then? Even Black-Star and Kid looked better than she did. Kid had better curves than her and he's a guy! If that's not fair than she didn't know what was.

"Why can't I be good enough!?" Maka cried, feeling tears stream down her cheeks. "I'm not funny enough, not smart enough and I make Ox look like a super model!" She let out several sobs, covering her face with her palms.

"Maka?" Soul opened the door, his hand resting on the wooden surface. "What are you talking about?" He walked into the room and sat down next to the crying girl.

"Nothing." Maka sniffed and dried her eyes with her hands.

"If Ox ever became a super model, I'll dig my eyes out with a spoon." Soul chucked. Maka looked away from the scythe but a small smile played on her lips. Soul took his arms and wrapped it around the girl's shoulder. "You're practically a comedian and you make Einstein look like an idiot." Maka raised an eyebrow and faced the boy. "Plus you're the prettiest girl I have ever meet in my life." Soul leaned forward and kissed Maka's cheek. "You're good enough."

"Thanks." Maka felt herself crying again and she hugged Soul, this time she was crying for joy. She was thankful that she had a weapon, a friend and a boyfriend that was able to be there for her and make her feel better without having to take that much effort.

I've been down lately and truthfully this chapter is kind of a summery on how I've been feeling. It's nice to get it out like this. And I am thankful for the friends that I have that are there for me when I'm almost over the edge and they bring me right back to the fun-filled playground that keeps me away from the cliff's edge.

Sorry to depress you, next chapter may be up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow. Christmas break! More time to write!