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"Y-You can't be serious…." Maka, Tsubaki, Black Star, and Soul were standing outside of the café a few blocks down the street.

"There's just no way we can all fit onto this motorcycle." Maka continued to complain.

"This was YOUR idea." He told her.

-FLASHBACK-

They all exited out of the café and were now walking down the street towards a nearby parking lot.

"Well we're out so what do we do now." Black Star exclaimed.

All of them went into silence as their minds each got carried into their own thoughts. If this was a movie, the quietness would have been emphasized with a breeze that blows a leaf in front of them, making it do a loop-de-loop.

"I have an idea!" Maka shouted.

Everyone looked at her with curious eyes. She seemed pretty peppy for someone who had been reluctant on the idea of them all hanging out. 'Criminals' hanging out with witnesses who were part of a complete opposite class who could turn them in any moment does that to her.

"What is it?" Tsubaki asked.

"I hear the carnival's in town what about we go to that!"

"Carnival?" Soul asked, his tone was skeptical, like it was a lame idea.

"What's wrong with that?" Maka asked due to his tone, cocking up an eyebrow.

"I never said there was anything wrong with it." He shot back.

"Actually, a carnival sounds nice." Tsubaki said softly, smiling.

"Yeah sounds great let's get going!" Black Star yelled.

"Well, it's on a boardwalk by the beach, kind of like a giant pier I guess. We're pretty deep in the city so it's a little far." Maka said reluctantly.

Soul raised an eyebrow. "It's out of the city? Like in the suburbs?"

Tsubaki chuckled. "Not really. It's a little like the countryside I suppose you could say, it's much more open than this crowded city." She said sweetly.

A/N: if you're a little confused think of the boardwalk from Jersey Shore just, more rides and more town-like (:

"This carnival is actually where we first met Liz and Patty right Tsubaki?" Maka said excitedly.

"That's right! We haven't been to it since then huh?"

"I guess not now that you bring it up." Maka sighed.

When Liz and Patty were kicked out they wandered the city streets living their lives by mugging people and soon became con artists. They once ran into a fellow mugger who told them that carnivals were easy to trick people because they were constantly having 'too much fun' and such so they wouldn't notice. Eager to have easy targets for once, they pickpocketed the informant before heading out to the carnival. Once they got there they began to steal and trick until they tried to pickpocket Maka and Tsubaki. Unlike those who would yell and scream at them to return what they took, Maka and Tsubaki's soft natures looked beyond their sly façade and asked what no one dared to ask, WHY. Why are they like this, why are they trying to steal, what happened in the past. Of course they asked it kindly, because they were curious.

All 4 of them sat down as Liz and Patty began telling them their story. Back then, Maka and Tsubaki had already considered leaving their family and were eager to hear what would become of them if they had ended up leaving. Their first thoughts after seeing Liz and Patty were (thank goodness we haven't left yet, we wouldn't want to live like that) but once they all talked about it they had come to the conclusion that if they all pulled through they could live together. Maka and Tsubaki spent the rest of that year earning enough money to afford 2 months rental for an apartment so that all four of them could live there. Once they left and moved into the apartment Liz and Patty got jobs as well and now here they are, almost living together.

Black Star yawned dramatically. "This is getting boring, so are we going or not?"

Maka shot him a look, warning him not to be cocky again. "We need to figure out a way to get there."

"Take a bus."

"Well, the bus stops aren't really near there either." Tsubaki said.

"What about this?" Soul asked.

They all stopped walking and looked at him, and the vehicle in front of him. They had reached their destination.

-END FLASHBACK-Maka POV-

And now here they were, discussing in front of his orange motorcycle.

"THIS wasn't my idea!" I said, pointing to the motorcycle. "My idea was to go to the carnival!"

"Well then how do you suppose we get there?"

"I don't know a plane or something!" Clearly I was being sarcastic.

"GAHHH!"

Everyone turned to Black Star.

"You're all such slow-pokes there's no way someone like me can hang around you guys!" He began storming off. Where was he going?

"Wait, where are you going?" Tsubaki asked as if she read my mind.

"To the carnival DUH." He yelled back.

Seriously? He doesn't even know where it is does he…?

"Someone should go with him if he's alone he's gonna try and get into fights." Soul said nonchalantly.

I looked at Tsubaki. This was a PERFECT chance for them to be alone together. I've known Tsubaki for a long time, only someone with her personality could deal with someone like Black Star, it seemed they were fated to be together. Plus she knows where it is so she could definitely lead him there. I had, after all, promised her I would try to get them together, no matter how shy she would be about it.

"Go on Tsubaki, we'll meet you there." I pressed.

"W-What?" She looked at me, a small expression of worry on her face. That's just like her to act so innocently. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah don't worry just text me when you're there or something!" I waved bye to her, trying to emphasize how badly I was trying to push her to go.

"O-Okay." She nodded and slowly turned around before running after Black Star. "Wait!" She yelled towards him. I could tell she was reluctant about it, but eager at the same time.

Soul looked at me. "Oi what was that for?"

I smiled, looking back at the direction Tsubaki and Black Star ran off to. I was proud I had fulfilled my promise.

"It would be nice if Black Star could return Tsubaki's feelings." I said blankly. "Oh!" I gasped, covering my mouth after I realized what I had said. Was it okay to have accidentally slipped Tsubaki's secret to Soul? No, no excuses. Or maybe it was already obvious? No, she's too shy to show feelings like that.

Soul smirked, making a hmph noise. "Unfortunately Black Star's not one to show his deep emotions so if he does, we won't be able to tell."

"Huh?" I took my hand off my mouth and looked at Soul, who was staring after Tsubaki and Black Star as well. It didn't surprise me that he ended up hearing what I said, but his answer surprised me. It seemed impossible to me, to completely hide your feelings. Surely something would give it away. But he did have a point, Black Star was loud and obnoxious, maybe it was possible. Wow, I really am a hopeless romantic.

He sighed, releasing his smirk. "Sheesh, running ahead of me again." He said.

Again? I smiled, still looking at his face. "Come on, we should follow them." I said, turning towards the orange motorcycle. Just as I was about to get on his hand caught my wrist and stopped me in my tracks. I turned around. His face was still emotionless but it was a little tense.

"I never said I was going to the carnival." His tone was tense, sort of, controlling.

-Normal POV-

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you want to go?" Maka asked, her tone a little harsher than she expected, but she did not regret that.

"Hmph, as if someone like me could ever go to that."

Someone like him…? She stared at him for a while, trying to process everything in her head but no matter how hard she tried it never happened, so she asked the most obvious question a person could ask in this situation.

"Why?"

Hoping he would answer the question, her eyes softened as she looked into his eyes. He sighed and let go of her wrist, putting the hand back into his pocket.

Of course she doesn't get it. I grew up with caviar and champagne, families like mine don't go to places like carnivals. He thought in his head. His family would think it was probably dirty and filled with riots, definitely not a place for an Evans. There was also one other fact that bugged him. It's out of the city... I wonder what that's like. Being part of an upperclass family, he had been strictly confined to the city. Then again, the last time he had tried to escape was when he was younger and oblivious. Since then his parents had made it clear not to rebel, so he had given up a while ago, accustomed to the lifestyle he has now. Now huh…now he was older, much more capable of getting away with it. He still wanted to escape, but like this? No, he couldn't reveal to this carefree girl how weak and restricted his lifestyle was. She was way too innocent.

"Nevermind." He turned his head, trying to avoid her gaze.

Still determined to follow Tsubaki and Black Star, Maka promptly pushed Soul aside and threw one leg over the motorcycle, sitting herself down and grabbing the handles. She looked around, concentrating hard so she could hopefully find out how to turn it on and drive away.

He quickly rebounded the push and removed one hand out of his pocket and put it on top of hers, grabbing the handle to prevent her from leaving. But he didn't have to worry about that, she didn't even have a license. Not that he knows anyways.

"What do you think you're doing?" He pressed.

She looked up at his expression. He had an eyebrow raised and his eyelids drooped halfway over his eyes as he was looking down at her. Her own facial expression consisted of a pouting mouth and frustrated eyes.

"I'm going to the carnival what does it look like I'm doing." She shot back.

He smirked. "Can you even drive one of these things." He knew the answer of course. She was a girl, and to him, incapable of handling his bike's beauty.

The tension in her face left as she pondered over his comment. He was right, she never really took the time to learn how to drive. She always had Liz drive them places. But after that giant bluff of threatening to just drive away with his motorcycle, how was she going to respond to that question?

"Well I can drive better. A motorcycle like this should be easy." Yeah, that sounds about right she thought. It wasn't completely a lie, a motorcycle was the same as a bike to her, except without the constant use of pedals. All I have to do is turn it on and just sit there and let it drive, right?

He chuckled, there was no way he was going to believe she could drive anything better than his motorcycle. "How old are you anyways, 12? 13?" He was teasing her by now, unintentionally stalling.

The pout came back. "I'm SIX-TEEN thank you very much."

He smirked, satisfied that his little trick had worked. It would've been uncool to hang with a girl much younger than him.

"Cool." Was his only answer.

She was getting fed up. At this idiot's rate we won't be able to catch up. But they're on foot so if we drive…wait no, maybe they found a taxi to take them. She thought.

"Why'd you ask, are you like 30 or something?" I teased right back.

He laughed. "How did you know I was a 30 year old pedophile who enjoys getting together with 16-year olds who wear boring white underwear?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Maka pounced with the speed of a cheetah. She jumped off the bike and prepared her right hand into a fist and began to punch him. Soul himself had reflexes too and caught the punch with the palm of his hand and enclosed his fingers around it, holding her fist like a ball.

He smirked. "Just kidding. I'm 17." He said swiftly and smoothly, which caught Maka off guard and he released his hold on her as she stumbled backwards a little at her new freedom. She sat back down on the bike like it was a chair, both legs on one side. She looked up at him with that childish face again.

"That wasn't funny." She turned her head to avoid her gaze. "You know we really should start going to the carnival." Maka tried to change the subject.

"Then take me there." He taunted and threw the keys underhand to her. She noticed the jingle and caught the keys with both of her hands.

Great, what am I supposed to do? She sighed. He probably figured out it was a bluff. She looked up at him. He was waiting for her to do something. She hated being wrong, even if she had put herself in this position. What she hated more was losing or giving up, but it seemed like the only way she could get his butt moving and drive them both over there.

"I-I…" How do I say 'I can't drive I was only lying because I was trying to bluff? "I'm not used to driving with a motorcycle I'd rather have you take us." Great, I ended up lying again, well, partially. I do want him to drive…well, mostly because I can't.

Soul laughed inside at how hard she was trying not to give up on the lie and he had to admit he kind of envied her courage and perseverance. However, he was still unsure if he should go out of the city with her. Disobeying his parents was one thing, but going off with this girl he barely knew? Naturally he didn't care whether or not she just met her, Maka had unconsciously interested him and he didn't mind being with her. But the one thing that kept nagging him was of course, the difference in lives.

He was part of a musical family, generations of talent, money, fame, parties, and performances in front of the world's most important people. She was well, he didn't really know where she came from but judging from last night he could tell it definitely was not from a high status, otherwise she wouldn't have had to sneak in. She was careless, reckless, an impulsive kind of person. At least, that's what she seemed like to him. Black Star was the same in that sense, only a little more up front about it so Soul was used to being around someone like that. But this girl in front of him seemed to be on a completely different level than his childhood friend. Unknowingly, he let his smirk fall and was now staring with a blank expression, looking a little troubled.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Her voice brought him back out of his thoughts. He tried his best not to show his problems so he did a subtle smirk.

"Yeah I'm fine." As soon as those words came out of his mouth his cell phone rang. Damnit…seriously? Soul thought. He had a pretty good idea on who was calling because only one person would call him instead of text him or just straight up tell him in person.

Maka's eyes looked at his pocket, the source of the ringing.

"Aren't you going to get that?" She asked.

Soul was anxious to get away. He stuck his hand in his pocket and silenced the phone. "Nevermind that." He walked closer to the bike and grabbed Maka's leg.

"Hey what are you-?"

He threw her leg over the motorcycle to the otherside so that she was now straddling it. He pushed her to the back and jumped onto the bike himself, straddling it in front of her. He took the keys from her and turned the engine on, grabbing the handles. Inside, Maka was happy they were FINALLY able to leave.

"Do you need a helmet." It wasn't a sincere question, more like something Soul felt he was forced to say.

"Y-Yeah please." She felt a little embarrassed to need a helmet but he asked and she answered. Since this was a boy she had never ridden with, nor known for that long, she felt it would be best to be safe than…

"Sorry." Maka freaked a little inside. "Don't got one."

"What?" He drives all this time without a helmet! That's so insane! She thought.

Once again his cell phone began ringing. Crap, if I don't get out of here they'll start looking for me. Or worse, they'll find me.

"So where do I go?" He revved the engine with the handle bar.

Maka still felt unsure if she should be riding with him now, without a helmet. Soul sensed her fear.

"Calm down will ya I'm not a bad driver." Something in his voice persuaded her enough, and she felt safe all of a sudden. It wasn't his usual harsh voice, nor was it forcing her to believe him. "Just tell me where to go."

She extended one arm to the left and pointed. "Just go down that street and you'll reach an open road. That's pretty much AHHHH!"

Soul had already began driving the motorcycle towards the direction she pointed out. The sudden speed scared Maka and on reflex she wrapped her arms around and grabbed his waist as tight as she could, holding on for dear life. The sudden squeeze of her arms around his torso made Soul's body twitch and freeze a little, but he shook it off.

"This must be your first time on a motorcycle." He teased, hoping that this time she would admit it and also admit she couldn't drive.

"S-Sort of." Maka gave up. She was completely frightened at the new experience. The speed, the wind, the boy that was her only hope of surviving. The boy she had felt clinging to him for life was the only way to calm her fears.

The adrenaline rush she felt was taking over her body. Soul of course was too use to driving it to have an adrenaline rush, but he still had one. Why? There was a girl hanging onto him from behind, hanging on his lower torso, and it was the first time he had had a girl sit with him on the motorcycle. But it's not like he was going to tell her she was the first girl to ride with him, that would be uncool.

"You can't drive can you?" He pressed, continuing to question her until she finally admitted it head on instead of implying it.

"W-Well…" What the hell, there's no point in lying. She thought. Besides, he can probably tell.

He smirked, and somehow she felt it. "You don't have your license? Aren't you 16?"

Her blood rushed to her face. "S-Shut up! I never really felt the need to get one that's all!" Her plan was to defend herself no matter what. Even if she was getting a little embarrassed that he had his license and she didn't. She sighed, knowing she didn't really have anything to impress him or any other guy with. It reminded her she can't drive, she wasn't completely developed, she was only a bookworm who played by the rules, she didn't have the most high paying job, and….

"Well I guess that's to be expected of someone who wears such boring white underwear." He brought her undergarments up again in a tease.

Maka felt anger and a comeback running through her veins. "I guess driving a shit motorcycle like this is to be expected of someone who needs to hit the gym." As emphasis she punched his lower torso a little, making his upper body fall forward a little at the action and Maka smiled in satisfaction.

The truth was, he was fit. Not just fit, but practically ripped. Not as much as his friend Black Star but he was getting there. Soul knew he had a good build, and she was just finding a way to get back at him, so he let her have it when he could have easily flexed and hurt her fist in the attempt of punching him.

"Oi oi flatty…" He said in a be-careful tone. "You shouldn't do that to people."

"FLATTY?" She punched his abs again, but this time he flexed, ready for it and her fist did not do much damage, he barely flinched. Determined, she aimed a little lower. "Sheesh you probably don't have much either!" She said defiantly.

She was definitely going to get revenge.

She moved her hands away from his torso, squeezing and holding onto it with her biceps, inner elbows, and forearms only. Her hands traveled far below the torso, below the belly button. She reached for his pants zipper and tried to unbutton it first.

"H-HEY DON'T-!" He yelled.

Too late.

...

"Did you reach him?"

He put the phone down, hanging up.

"No."

"Sheesh, our little puppy's always skipping out like this. I think we need to put his leash back on, wouldn't you agree?" She smirked.

He looked over to her. "He's 17 mother, you shouldn't be calling him that, especially since he's your son." He replied cautiously.

Her smile left and turned to a frown. "If a puppy misbehaves, you should put a leash on it, that's all i'm saying."

"Mother." He warned her.

She took a sip of her wine and stood up. "We should tell them your brother will not be joining you this time." She walked towards the door and stopped right before exiting the room. "That makes his 8th skip. Instead of having YOU talk to him, i think i'll have that honor tonight."

"Don't be too rough, he's still a kid."

She smirked. "The concert's about to start you should get ready, Wes." And with that she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

He sighed.

There's no reason for Soul to compare us, we live the same way. Controlled and confined.

Hahahah i just thought i'd add that little tidbit at the end (:

oh and i don't know much about motorcycles so sorry if the information is wrong!

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