I've lain in bed all day. No shirt, just shorts. My hair is an awful mess, since I didn't bother to attempt drying it after my shower. At least I took one of those. I told Maka I didn't feel well. And I don't, but I'm not sick. I just couldn't do today. Not after all the thinking I did last night. I don't know what's wrong with me. I spent my ride thinking about when Maka and I first met, when we first fought together as a team, our first A+ on a partner project. Maka was really happy about that one, and so we also had our first hug. I sigh, I haven't hugged her since we were 16. She didn't have any boobs then either. I chuckle, remembering the day she came home with a push-up bra on for the first time. Except it wasn't a push-up, it was normal. She'd been wearing sports bras for the longest time, so she hadn't noticed them growing. She chopped me when I started staring. She's always chopping, and somehow I never see it coming.

Blair struts into my room, cat style, and jumps up on my bed. She's stayed in her cat form for awhile now, and I actually appreciate it. Maka gets mad when Blair tries to tease me, but Blair doesn't do it as much as she used to. Especially since she's gotten older and I've gotten tired of it. Blair lies at my side, curling herself into my ribs. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Maka." I say without thinking about it or how weird it might sound. Blair doesn't respond right away, so I guess I'm in the clear. "I'll have to tell her that." I guess not. I sigh, "Blair—" but the cuts me off. "Soul, do you want some advice? Some advice from someone who watches the two of you interact every single day?"

"Uh yeah, I little advice couldn't damage what I've already broken."

"You're both in love with each other."

I'm taken way off guard and my face practically breaks from the whacked out expression I make. "What?! First, I fail to see how that's 'advice'. Second, are you actually watching us because I'm pretty sure that the emotions flying are the opposite of love."

"Opposites attract you know."

"Blair—"

"Soul. Why do you think I haven't entered my human form when you both are around?" I stay silent; Blair seems to have gotten serious. "Because my teasing you makes Maka mad. She doesn't like it because she's jealous. I don't like making Maka mad. Well, not anymore." She giggles. "I think you've been in love for awhile. Just neither of you knew how to say it, so it turned into keeping secrets; which turned into not trusting each other; which turned into fighting. And it gets worse and worse because you've both lost sight of what's in your hearts; and your souls, which is each other." I stare at her expressionless. How can this slutty cat know so much?!

"Also, I'm pregnant, and I don't want my pretty body to get fat." At this I jump up. "You're what?!" She jumps off the bed before I can grab her. "HEY! CAREFUL WITH ME!" she hisses. "Ah, sorry." I say. She starts to calm herself by licking her fur. "Just tell Maka how you feel." And with that she leaves my room. I look at the door, because I can't look anywhere else. Love? I think about Maka. Not as a meister, but as my friend. I think about what it would be like to stop fighting all the time. How good it would feel to talk and joke, instead of always feeling tense around her. I miss her. And when I think about what it would be like to touch her I almost have a heart attack; because I think Blair is right. I'm in love with Maka.