A/N: A quick one shot from tumblr where someone sent in a prompt for a 3 sentence meme I reblogged. Obviously I fail epic-ly at keeping 3 sentences, but I hope y'all enjoy this!

Maka cradled her head as she sat across from a slightly more sober compared to five minutes ago Soul who laid with his arms sprawled across the table staring at her. Why he had wanted to come to the famous taco place at 4am, she would never know. Neither would she ever know why Black Star had given him so many beers when they both knew the both had the alcohol tolerance of a frat boy who hadn't had a sip until initiation night.

"You know," Soul whispered.

"What? That you shouldn't go partying with Star ever again?" she asked, dropping her arm and wishing she were still in her bed instead of here. Sitting in a fast food restaurant with other party-goers making a pit-stop on their way home.

Thank god for 24hr places, she thought to herself.

"I just realized you're my entire world, and I fucking love you," Soul said, causing her heart to make a sudden jolt in her chest and the familiar warmth to spread across her skin.

But she batted the feelings away.

"You're still drunk," she bitterly muttered. "You don't mean that."

She sat back in her booth and rubbed her palms against her pajama pants and sighed. This hadn't been the first he told her something that would have been sweet if they were said when Soul was sober. Not drunk off his ass and bound to suffer a hangover she was going to be stuck helping care for. Lord knew Black Star was useless when it came to such things.

"No," Soul said. His eyes squinted in concentration. At least, as much concentration as someone in his condition could muster. "I mean it. I love you. You're all I think about and worry about and that makes you my world. I love you, Maka Albarn. I'd do anything for you."

Maka pressed her lips together to prevent herself from repeating his words – the words she spent too many nights wanting to say to him. But they weren't in his dorm watching stupid YouTube videos or talking about a film they had seen together. They were sitting at a booth with only half them in her right mind. It wasn't romantic, and he definitely did mean it.

"Drink more water," she said, scooting his glass closer to him.

He didn't protest as he raised his head to take a sip from the straw, and he didn't falsely proclaim his love for her anymore. Instead, he only pouted and scowled at a couple at another booth.