Thanks for all the reviews and favs everyone! Sorry for not updating sooner, but school started and I won't have much time to actually write. When I do it's on my phone then copied here. I would also just like to give a little shoutout to the people who reveiwed on the story so far. Thank you: Razzeeberry, kat-likes-sammy, , Spartan Yoshi 90, MoonlightStarGun, and finally the reviewer with a large vocabulary (yes using sarcasm with that) lydiakelux. Having the reviews, follows and fav's are what keep me writing this story unlike my somewhat abandonded Black Butler story. Heh, oops. So, on with the story and remember to R&R!

(a few days later)

All my songs are on my new DeathPod and I'm blasting my playlist through my earbuds. All thanks to Kid. With a little money leftover from last weeks allowance, I was able to add another album and a single from Panic! At The Disco. God, I love them. So with my new playlist, I am rocking out in my little corner where I usually eat lunch at during school. It's a nice little corner, perfect for me.

And, remember when I said that I don't like people and didn't have many friends? Well I had one that I don't live with. His name is Crona and neither of us are very social people. That's why we get along so well. He writes poetry and I write songs. There's only one aspect of Crona I don't like, but there is nothing anyone can do about it. See, Crona's mom is a witch named Medusa and she conducted experiments on him as a little kid. So now he has black blood that can be deadly against a foe in a fight, and his weapon popping up out of his back being an annoying bully to Crona whenever I'm not around. I feel really bad for him because his weapon, Ragnarok, is such an ass hole. And it's all Medusa's fault. Maka and Crona are friends too, but he and I have more in common than my sister does with him.

While I'm eating my sandwich, i feel a tap on my shoulder and take out one ear bud and turn to see my friend.

"What is it, Crona?" I ask him.

"You met everyone the other day. How did it go?" he states.

"Well I was thrown into a river having my original MP3 ruined, but the next day Kid sort of saved my life. And he got me a DeathPod. So no too bad," I shrugged.

"That sounds nice," Crona gave me his signature small smile. I smiled back.

"You met all those dorks?" Ragnarok chimed in, popping out of Crona's back.

"Yeah. And one of those dorks is my sister," I snap at him. I'm the only one who gets to make fun of Maka. Not even Soul does it without getting punched in the arm. It's a sibling thing. Although what some people may think is cool or strange about Maka and I is just the norm with anyone who knows us super well. We call it 'Twin Sense'. If one of us is feeling an extreme emotion or pain the other will pick up on it within 2.113 seconds. We timed it once. Because of the Twin Sense, when I got home after my day with Kid, my sister imediately bombarded me with questions about what happened and if she need to seriously injure someone. Which is when I told her that I took care of it and everything was fine. Which it was.

Then Ragnarok went back inside the pink haired boy's back while he hugged his knees.

"S-sorry..." Crona told me. I sighed and patted his head reassurringly.

"I told you before, you don't need to apologize for Ragnarok's behaviour," I told him. He gave me a little smile before going back to eating his plain cheese sandwich. Once again, we sat in silence watching everyone interact around us. On the opposite side of the room is where Maka and everyone else is and she had just hit Black * Star on his head with her book. I found my gaze moving from my sister to a different end of the table to Kid. Liz and Patty seated on either side of him, he watched the argument between Maka and Black * Star with a smirk on his face. I didn't realize i was staring until Ranarok hit my uside my head.

"The hell are you staring at?" he said in the most annoying voice ever. I turned my head and gave him a look that could almost shoot daggers out of my eyes.

"Do that again, Rags, I dare you," I told him in a monotonous tone. I've been calling Ragnarok, Rags for a while because his name is so damn long. When i use his nickname though, it's time to shut up.

"Well, you've been spacing out for a while now..." Crona adds and I imediately soften my tone and expression.

"Sorry, he startled me," I replied and Ragnarok snickered. I ended up just giving him an eye roll and went back to eating my lunch flashing occasional glances at Kid-er... i mean Maka's table. Yeah. That's what I meant. I only just met him a few days ago. There's no way I could have a crush on him. He's too... condradictory to himself. In love with symmerty, but not symmetrical himself. And he freaks out over each little detail, even when someone says the number seven. When he gets angry over stuff like that I could see his eyebrows do this cute little thing where they- no. I do NOT have a crush on Kid! I don't. If anyone says different they are lying.

But if that really is true, then why can't I stop thinking about how safe and strong his arms felt around me when he caught me the other day? Or how I can't ever get the smell of blackberries and chocolate out of my scent memory or whatever you call it? Do I... have a crush on Death the Kid?