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Angelofdeath42

I have the best Best Friend in the entire world

#I love Soul #he is the best friend I could ever ask for

Maka woke up at eleven the next day. She was really comfortable. She was also being snuggled to Soul's chest, her arms against his smooth, shirtless torso (hot damn, he had nice abs).

In her defense, his arms where around her waist holding her against him really tightly while they lay together on their sides. Her head was also tucked under his chin. All in all, it wasn't that new of an experience (they did this a lot).

The sun was shining through his window as she gently pulled out from under his chin to look up at him. The light was falling across his face, defining his jaw and creating a sort if halo around him. He was beautiful.

In a friend kinda way. Not a crush kinda way. Nope. Not at all.

All the same, Maka smiled up at the still sleeping boy and moved back to rest against his chest, her breath tickling his neck as she breathed in and out, in and out, before slowly falling asleep once more.

When Soul awoke he immediately noticed three things.

1. Maka was asleep against his chest.

2. She looked fucking adorable.

3. He had drooled on her hair.

Shit, she was not going to like that at all...

Well, he was wide awake now. No use trying to fall back asleep, it was much better to just hold (snuggle) Maka until she started to wake up. And hopefully the drool would be gone by then.

Unfortunately for Soul, Maka woke up less than five minutes later.

When she woke up she noticed three things.

1. Soul wasn't holding her as close as before.

2. he looked fucking worried.

3. He had drooled on her hair.

He drooled on her hair, again?! That bastard.

Maka just pulled away and they both sat up simultaneously, sitting very close to each other- if not for the height difference, their noses would be touching. She glared up at him as he gulped and tilted his head, staring down at her.

"You drooled on my hair," it wasn't a question.

"Yes?" Soul replied, scared for his life, his face flushing scarlet.

Maka just sighed in response before sliding over to the side of the bed and hopping down to walk towards his dresser.

"I need a shower," she declared, digging through the top drawer on the left side for what clothing she wanted for today.

Yes, she had clothes at Soul's house, she also had a box of tampons and other various assorted feminine products stashed in his washroom (He had his own private washroom, it was bigger than her whole bedroom).

He had some at her home as well. Not tampons, clothes and manly stuff (like hair gel).

After finding her desired outfit, she moved towards the washroom. When she looked back, Soul's face was still bright red and he wasn't looking at her. Maka shrugged and draped her clothing (and her bra) over her arm, she disappeared to go shower.

After they had gotten dressed for the day, they had gone downstairs for breakfast. Only to come face to face with Wes, Soul's collage age older brother once again. Wes was drinking his coffee looking rather nonchalant, until he noticed Maka was wearing one of Soul's too small band t-shirts (he had had a huge growth spurt in the last few months and Maka had immediately laid claim to most of his old stuff). His face then stretched into a Cheshire Cat like grin, his straight teeth bared as he smirked at them. Soul glared. Maka flushed.

It was no secret and he wouldn't deny it. Wes liked to tease them. A lot.

Way more than he should, so of course when he saw them, he knew that Maka had slept over and that she had showered, which meant Soul had drooled on her (again), which in turn meant they had been cuddling.

Wes wouldn't lie. His mother and him where the biggest Soma shippers around (they came up with that pet name for then one night while Soul was at Maka's house). He wanted them to get together because there was nothing he wanted to see more than his younger brother and his best friend happy together. Did he mention together? That was a key thought in that sentence. They must be together. They would be perfect in every single possible way.

Anyway, let the teasing begin.

Wes smiled evilly, this would be so much fun.

"So-"

But now, Maka had gone home after deeming her home houseguest free. She had stayed over for another day before leaving Sunday afternoon. During her visit they had made a batch of cookies or two and ate them, marathoned a whole season of the Big Bang Theory, played video games and went swimming in Soul's outdoor pool. All in all, it was a fun but busy weekend and Soul wouldn't have rather spent it any other way.

Soul now lay spread out across his queen sized bed. It felt strangely empty for one person after sharing with Maka for two days in a row. Since Maka went home he was now very, very bored. He sighed. What else did he have to do then check tumblr (He had ended following a ton of music blogs. Turns out, that shit was addicting...).

When he refreshed his dashboard he suddenly saw a new post from the Angelofdeath and it was a personal one.

He immediately had a moment of panic. Was the houseguest still there? Was she sad?

Oh. She thought he was the best friend in the whole world. And she loved him.

A ruby red blush that matched his eye spread across his face like a wild fire, he was now grinning like an idiot. Soul dearly hoped Wes did not walk in to his room at this moment, he did not want his brother to see him blushing this much. Wes would tease him forever.

Soul's face was now completely bright red and he had dropped his phone on his chest, the message still displayed on the screen, lighting up his bedroom.

Wait. Best friend. His smile and his heart immediately dropped along with is phone.

She meant it platonically. Oh, that's ok, he guessed.

As long as he could still be near her he was ok with whatever happened, with whatever she felt. He would wait for her forever if he had to. He would never force her into doing anything she didn't want to do (except buy him ice cream).

Soul sighed. He was cool, he could deal with this.

He rolled over and sighed, crushing his face into his pillow. He couldn't deal with this.