So I am back with a word that I found while messing around on . I found the word pretty cool sounding and it matched the plot I had so I chose it of course :D. Thank you guys for the reviews that you gave me, more about my life at the bottom. Enjoy~!

Quotidian

Usual or customary;

Soul POV

I wake up to another boring rainy day at the Evans Manor. I look out the window at the dull scene that awaited me once again. The maids did what they did every morning as did the butlers. It was an almost scary systematic routine.

I walk down the stairs to greet my highfalutin parents, both too busy eating their lavish breakfast and checking up on stocks to even glance at me. Soon, my brother walks into the room.

"Good Morning Wes!"

This was the routine. We would all greet Wes happily while I sit quietly eating.

Next on the to-do list of an Evans boy was music practice. My family took pride in their music and they expected us to do the same. First were the violin, then the harp, then the piano. Flute was on the weekends as was saxophone. Other instruments were to be learned in our free time.

Everything came in a routine, something that would never break.

Maka POV

I guess it's time to study again.

Living with Mama is not bad at all. She wakes up at 5 and I wake up at 6. She leaves at 6 and I leave at 7. Always an hour apart; with me always an hour behind.

I did not choose to be forever in the shadow of my mother's greatness, but rather I will never be able to escape this endless paradox of achievement.

I will always be one step behind, and always second best no matter how hard I strive. However, I cannot stop, because in a split-second, I would be forgotten by Mama.

"Hey, Maka, would you mind getting some milk from the supermarket? I have to start dinner but I need some milk for this bread I'm baking."

Of course she would bake the bread. I can barely cook, let alone bake.

"Sure, Mama, be right back!"

This is the only thing I can do.

Soul POV

"I'm going out tonight and won't be back till pretty late so eat dinner without me!"

I am going out again tonight. Probably going to just hang around town with Black Star and go to a bar where he will probably cause a riot and get us kicked out again. This is what usually happens when I hang out with Black Star anyway.

I don't get a reply and figure that they didn't even bother to say goodbye to their loser son who goes out too late unlike their perfectly nice son who stays home to study. If they only knew… then this would not be the case.

Wes goes out every night too, but just out his window. My parent's just assume that he is sleeping or studying and don't even bother to check on him anymore. Once, I saw his near some club with two girls clinging onto him like some lost puppies. I just walked away because, I honestly don't care.

I head out and the sun is just starting to set.

I get to around halfway to where Star and I were set to meet when I bump into somebody.

"What the hell man? Now I got to go back and pick up some more milk!"

Is that a female voice I hear, or just some random dude who hasn't gone through puberty yet? Maybe I ran into Justin Beiber! (No offence to Justin, but I saw a couple of JB jokes on FB today and just couldn't really get them out of my mind. So don't get mad at me you JB fans… if there are any.)

"Uh, sorry. I'll pay for the milk if you would like."

I turn around to face the stranger that I just bumped into but rather turn around to see a pair or emerald eyes face mine. Too close. I stumble backwards and almost fall down but she grabs my hand.

"WOAHH!"

I ended up being too heavy and we fall on top of another with her on top of me. I feel my cheeks grow hot and I think I saw her turn a slight shade of pink too. I am so glad that no one is out right now because that would be pretty awkward. Or rather, more awkward, which seems pretty impossible right now?

"Great. First I lose my milk, and now this."

"Ok, I am seriously sorry; I'll buy you another carton."

"Fine, but you have to carry it too. I'm late right now."

"Of course, that's what cool guys do right?"

I smirk and follow her to the grocery store to buy her another carton of milk.

We finally get to her house about half an hour later.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure my mama won't mind."

Mama? Who calls their mom, mama anymore? I stopped talking to my mother whatsoever a while ago.

"I don't think so. It wouldn't be good to just barge in like that."

"It's fine. Just come on in."

My stomach grumbles and I figured that I already lost the argument anyway. This girl was pretty cute anyway and didn't really look crazy like some of the girls that say they "love" me do.

I follow her inside and was met with her mother yelling "Maka! Where have you been?", from what seemed to have been the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen to apologize. Her mother looked like a carbon copy of her, with the slightly ashy blond hair and emerald eyes, but instead with shorter hair that was up to her shoulders.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but I bumped into your daughter on the way here, and she spilled the milk so she had to go back to the store to buy more."

I wait for her response and hope that she doesn't explode in anger or something like that. Instead she smiles and says "Okay." And she actually invites me in for dinner.

I wait in the living room with, Maka? I think that was her name. Thinking about it, we never introduced ourselves.

I break the silence by saying, "My name's Soul. What's yours?"

She looked surprised by my sudden words for a while, but then smiles and extends her hands for a handshake.

"My name's Maka. Nice to meet you, Soul."

"Yeah, nice to meet you too."

Was that confusing? The point was that they both had usual routines that broke when they meet. You know, it's kind of corny in a way. Yeah, it's really corny. But I liked it :D

Did you guys like it?

Thanks to all the reviews for this story, I am SOO happy that people think that the last chapter was cute. I wrote this kind of sad and a little sick so it might seem a little depressing in the beginning, especially with Soul. I find him kind of like one of those secretly sad people who are just a little depressed. Deep Soul, you know? One that thinks about the world around him and very alert and such.

For Maka, I always found her trying to become like her mother and almost trying to be her. It wasn't like it was bad, but I feel that she was also a kind of complex character. But then, I've been told that I usually think too much about stuff like this.

So any ideas about what I should use next as a word? I love learning new words :D they are awesome.