**Hey guys! This will be my first FanFic so go easy on me. But I'm also trying to improve as a writer so criticism will be helpful!
Soul Eater is not mine!**
- Maka -
Tsubaki drags me down the hall.
"OwowowOW leggo!" I whine. It doesn't hurt too bad, but I could already sense that the topic of this conversation would end up being about me and Soul.
"You won't run away?" Tsubaki asks.
"Promise," I sighed. "Now let me go!"
She releases her grip from my wrists and waits for me to gain back some of my dignity. Then she begins the interrogation.
"How long have you liked him?"
"I dunno, a while?"
"Are you going to, like, get married?"
"God, Tsubaki!"
"How far will you let him go? Second base or -"
"Tsubaki!"
"What?" she says helplessly. "It's not my fault I'm curious."
"Well? I never ask this stuff about you and Black Star!"
"Yes you do! Everytime we go shopping you drag me into that formal dress store and pick out my wedding dress!"
I blush. "That's not the point."
"We're girls," she says, taking pity on me. "This is what we do." She rests her hand on my shoulder and her black eyes meet mine. "I know how hard it is to deal with feelings for your partner. I have to too. You need to deal with the usual heartache plus the pressure of being constantly together, fighting with each other and worrying about your feelings ruining your partnership. But Soul loves you. It's so easy to see. Unlike my crush on Black Star, which is totally unrealistic. I swear, that boy shows no emotion! Ever!"
"No it's not," I say. I already feel a warm glow erupting in my chest and filling me with energy and hope. Her words echo in my heart. He loves me? "You'll see. Hey, I need to find Soul, do you mind...?"
"No problem," she says, smiling sadly.
I feel slightly responsible, but I sprint off anyways.
I run into the cafeteria where I find Kid in a haze being poked by Liz and beaten by Patty's favorite stuffed giraffe (the one I gave her on her birthday).
"Which way did Soul go?" I semi-yell. My excitement is too much for me to deal with. I have to tell him! And we have a strong friendship, so we'll be fine. Right?
"That way," the sisters say at the exact same time, pointing different directions. I decide to go with Liz's advice, because Patty was pointing at a wall.
"Good luck!" Liz yells after me. Jesus, I must be an open book. Everyone's noticed!
I run down the hall and skid to a stop a minute later before ramming into Soul and Black Star. They two old friends were sitting on the floor, leaning on some lockers.
"Soul!" I say breathlessly. "Can I talk to you?"
"Sure," he says, and Black Star nudges him. "Let's walk."
At this point, my excitement and certainty has started to wear off, and nerves begin to take their place. Too late to go back now, I think to myself.
"Whatsup?" he asks, his crimson eyes on mine. I blush, but I don't break the gaze. We stop a little ways down the hall and I start fidgeting with my hands, soaking in every bit of his beautiful eyes and white hair and soft grin.
"Soul, I'm about to do something that is taking a lot of my guts. It might ruin our friendship, if not our partnership too. But I think I need to tell you. Some good might come of it."
He reaches for my hand and stops it from twirling with my skirt. A jillion bolts of electricity run up my arm from his touch, but instead of becoming numb, I feel everything - his fear, his want, his strength. It wasn't a new movement for us - why did it feel so different?
"What is it, Maka?"
"I... I think I -"
*RING!*