Heyo friends! Here's chapter 3! I hope you like it (and please tell me if you do it makes me so happy!) Also, since I am really new at this I really appreciate Constructive criticism! Thanks and enjoy the fic!

Angelofdeath42

Papa's at it again.

#i am hiding out at the library #they need to get better air conditioning here # and they're closing in less then an hour #i don't want to go home

Soul stared at his laptop. He had originally gotten a tumblr to be better friends with Maka (not that he wasn't good friends with her already, they were best friends) and get her like him the way he liked her, so how exactly did his (somewhat) good intention turn in to staking her online?

He actually did know, it was when he found her personal posts. She made post about a lot of things, how her day went, what annoyed her, what she wanted to read next, all that sort of thing. He had do say, it had caused him to get her the PERFECT present last month.

Her tumblr also let him know when she was sad. Soul was familiar enough with her typing style, he could tell when she was upset (the ungodly amount of exclamation marks she used dropped to no punctuation at all) so when he saw that in her text posts or tags he would send her picture of cats by text message or make a surprise visit with cookies or a movie.

Today was one of those days.

Maka sighed. Her papa had another "house guest" over tonight. When Maka had found out, she had immediate vacated her house to hide out in the library because the "house guest" was not in fact a guest and was probably being paid.

So here Maka was, hiding out at the library. Again.

She should probably leave soon, they were closing in half an hour, but where would she go? She could go back home but her papa and his whor- guest... where probably still there and she did not want to see or hear that. Ever.

So, Maka stayed at the library. After all she might as well avoid going home as long as possible!

Her phone was lighting up a lot tonight. The library had free wi-fi so she was going to use it while she could. She had already made a post about her stupid father and had received a lot of supportive messages back, one of which was from "symmetryofdeath" who asked "why she didn't just go over to Soul's house?"

Maka could, she could go to Soul's house but she had just been there last weekend and Wednesday! She couldn't possibly go visit this weekend to! He probably wanted to do whatever the heck teenage boys did in the weekend, not watch over the freeloading girl he called his (hopefully) best friend, again!

But... Soul's house did sound much better than her own right now (who was she kidding, it almost always did. She thinks it's the company, not the building itself).

But she would not bother him. Not today, besides it wasn't even that big of a deal. She would go home like a normal person and wear headphones and not look up. Easy.

She gathered up her books and started towards the self-checkout.

Crap.

She didn't have her library card and she was already half way through this book. She kind of wanted to take it out.

"Here you go," someone said as they reached around her and scanned their card. She turned around quickly, hitting the guy with her pigtails as she spun.

It was Soul. Huh, speak of the devil.

"What are you doing here? Maka said, her face cherry red. He was standing much too close to her, their noses almost touching and his arms still caging her against the self-checkout.

"Well, I phoned your house to invite you over but no one answered and I figured, what would Maka be doing on a Friday night that didn't involve me? So I guessed the library and I texted you because I still had your library card from when we went to the library on Wednesday so I thought I better give it to you and I thought while I was at it I could drive you to my house and you could come over and maybe we could have a sleepover or something?" Soul awkwardly rushed out, his words jumbled. He had also realized how close together they had been standing over the course of his rant and had moved to stand a normal distance away, a blush on his own face.

"What do you mean? You never texted me?" Maka said, confused as she pulled out her phone and glanced at the blank lock screen of her cell.

"Yes I did," Soul answered as he reached over and snatched it out of her hands and placed his thumb over the fingerprint scanner of her fancy-ass iphone 5s. When it unlocked he closed whatever app she had open (seriously, who played Plants vs. Zombies anymore anyway) to open her text messages.

"See!" Soul exclaimed, "I did text you, like, seven times."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

Someone cleared their throat to Maka's left and Soul's right.

"The library is closing in ten minutes" the sharp voice of Azusa stated as she stared down her glasses at Maka. "Check out your books and go home with Soul."

Maka blushed.

Soul grinned.

"Will do."

He grabbed the books scanned them and zipped them into his backpack before taking Maka's hand in his own and pulling her out the door with him.

"Bye!" Maka called out to Azusa, waving as Soul dragged her over to his bike and handed her a helmet.

The ride home was pretty uneventful. Which, was probably a good thing. They did stop at 7-11 to get chips and assorted candies (gummies for Maka and jelly beans for Soul, his teeth made it really hard to eat gummies). When they finally reach Soul's really big house and went inside, Wes, Soul's brother was waiting for them. He was also smirking. That probably wasn't a good sign...

"So," Wes started, his smirk growing at the sight of his little brother pulling along his best (female) friend by the hand and- did his eyes deceive him? Where their fingers linked together?!

Wes thought so and when Soul glared pointedly at him and tugged Maka up the stairs with less than a hello (Maka had tried to say hi, but Soul dragged her away to fast) his thoughts were reaffirmed.

Maka had pyjamas at Soul's house, it was called his boxers and T-shirts. Soul only somewhat approved (they were still his clothes, damn it!) but she looked verryyyy cute in his clothing, even if she was being a (cute) thief. So, after Maka had raided Soul's underwear and shirt drawers and he had shed his shirt and changed into his pajama pants (shirts were for people with no abs) they had settled on his bed to argue over what movie to watch.

As always the fight escalated quickly. In less than two minutes Maka and Soul were wrestling on the bed like children. It was only when Maka got him in a headlock did the boy finally consent to watch Pitch Perfect. Apparently it was a pretty funny movie, so it probably wouldn't be that bad...

It wasn't.

Maka was pressed against his side, her hand absentmindedly drawing hearts on his side and his arm was around her shoulders as they practically snuggled on his bed, surrounded by the empty junk food packages.

Soul reached across the bed to grab a partially eaten bag of salt and vinegar potato chips, "accidentally" pulling Maka into his lap.

...Opps?

She made a really, really adorable squeaking noise and when she didn't try to move out of his lap and away from him, he moved his arms to wrap around her waist, his fingers twined together.

She shifted a bit to get comfortable and then untwined his fingers to add hers in to the mix.

He was very much ok with that.

Very, very much ok. One might say that he was positively excellent with that.

And so the movie continued, it was actually quite funny, Soul had to admit. And he laughed for a good portion of the movie (he had also criticized the hell out of the singing at first. Actually if he was being really honest, they were quite good).

By the time the credits rolled across the screen of his forty five inch television it was only eleven o'clock on a Friday night and he would be damned if that little dork was going to go to bed.

"You could play your movie choice now," Maka quietly said, her voice coming from below him as she played with the Evans family ring on his index finger.

"Ok," Soul agreed, but when she didn't get up or move off his lap he decided to wait and chat with her (and snuggle her a bit longer).

The topics ranged from their classes at school, his brothers newest girlfriend and, how Ox had tried to get Kim to date him this time to what flavour of milk-to-go was the best. Overall Soul was enjoying this conversation greatly even if he couldn't look into Maka's eyes (which was probably for the best, that way he wouldn't be tempted to kiss her more then he already was). So when she rolled off his lap and moved to grab the remote to change the movie (she threw it across the room earlier) he was kinda disappointed. And cold.

So, Soul shimmied under his blankets only to be joined once again by Maka as she sat in his lap again with the blanket settled across her hips (her face was totally flaming and his probably wasn't all that much better but SHE WAS SO CUTE!).

Halfway through his choice (the Avengers, again for the fifth time) Maka fell asleep on his chest, he let her sleep for a few minutes and was content to let her stay that way while he finished the movie until she turned, pressing her face to his bare chest, her lips dangerously close to his scar that bisected his torso and her arms wrapping around his waist. She also nuzzled his chest.

Damn, she was cute.

So, he did what any teenage boy would do if their crush was snuggled up against their chest in bed (no, not grope her), Soul turned off the TV, gentility pulled her down onto the bed with him and wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly to him.

When she sighed in her sleep and rested her hands on his chest, he intertwined their fingers on one hand and gave her the lightest of kisses on the forehead before falling into sleep himself.

God, he loved her.