Authors Note- I remember how much fun I had writing these last time so I decided to do another bout of the 10 song challenge. I know I should be updating SE:NV or Reflex or It Had To Be You, but I just want to write some shrimpy little bits. Oh and I quit my job so I'll have plenty of time to update the other stories in the next few weeks while I contemplate my next career move. Hooray for finally getting the chance to tell my boss to fuck off!

1. Bartender by Rehab and Hank Williams Jr

Soul tumbled into the bar he was frequenting so much lately, grasping onto a bar stool to keep himself from face planting. He pulled himself up onto the stool, swaying lightly and slurring at the bartender to pass him a rum and coke. The bartender chuckled, recognized the drunk patron, walking over to the wasted man.

"Well if it isn't Soul. What did you do this time?"

Soul groaned and shook his head, his hands running through his hair, "I did somethin horrible this time. I got inta a fight with Maka and.. I stole her dads car."

The bartender tsked him gently, rolling his eyes, "You stole his car?"

"Yessir. Maka was freakin out about rent, 'n I was already drunk. Spirit was there and I just ran. I crashed it, too. Then I came here." His eyes grew wide and he bared his sharp teeth, "Fuuuuck, I'm going to jail, aren't I?"

The bartender passed his a beer to go with his rum and coke, tipping his hat, "This one's on the house. You'll be needing it."

2. Every Man Has a Molly by Say Anything -This song has a special place in my heart. (; -

Maybe laying in bed all day wasn't such a good idea. After Maka broke up with him, that's all he seemed to be doing lately. Soul shook his head violently, tearing at his hair. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." He muttered, shoving the blanket off of his body.

It wasn't his fault she read the songs he was writing. It wasn't his fault they weren't all mooshy and romantic like she anticipated. He roared at the top of his lungs, not caring if Maka was home and she heard him. She ruined his life, and he didn't know how he was going to recover.

He stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what he could do to fix things. He just couldn't figure that girl out. He was going to break himself if he kept mulling it over in his head.

3. Bruises by Train

She blinked. Once. Twice. Was that really him? She squinted and walked faster to catch up to the head of white hair bobbing through the throng of people walking down the sidewalk. She grinned happily, catching a glimpse of crimson eyes.

"SOUL!"

He stopped dead and turned around searching for the voice that had called his name. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw her.

"MAKA!"

They ran to each other and hugged tightly, "Oh my gosh I can't believe it's you! How have you been?" Maka stepped back, smiling and her eyes bright. Soul ruffled her hair, now long and past her shoulder, "I've been good! It's been so long. What, like 10 years since we've seen each other? What's been going on?"

Maka rushed headlong into the past few years of her life, so happy to be able to catch up. They chatted for a while, talking about how things had been since they graduated and moved along with their lives. She had two children, no she was not with the father, but they are the love of her life. They both had hardships along the road, but they were still going, and kept saying how insanely excited they were to see each other.

Soul chuckled, and smiled warmly at her. He handed her a business card, explaining he was late getting to work, a music executive, but they had to catch up more, and soon. Very soon.

He gave her another hug, whispering about how beautiful she still was, and that no matter what had happened, she was such a fighter. They all had their troubles, but that just meant they had to be there for each other again. Maka was ecstatic about the thought of that.

4. Everything I Ask For by The Maine

"So, tell me about Maka." Wes put a hand under his chin, staring intently at his little brother. They were just getting to catching up, and he wanted to know how things were going with his partner made girlfriend. Soul chuckled, shaking his head and taking a swig of his soda.

"Where to start.. She is a huge bookworm. All she does is read, and she is so smart. She's violent, and way too uptight about how clean the house is. She always knows what's going on in the world, almost like she has a current events column in her brain. She is confusing, contradicting, and we argue about almost everything. Sometimes she acts like she's better than everyone else, and she's a huge know it all. But she doesn't know absolutely anything about good music, and she has the most horrible taste. She actually likes electronic music! She's a little tease, and she knows it. She makes me feel like the pervert, when she's the one whose starting everything!"

Wes raised an eyebrow, about to interject, but Soul continued,

"But she's so perfect. She's everything I could have ever wanted in a girlfriend. She challenges me everyday to be a better person, and she is always by my side. She encourages me and makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. Some days I can't even believe she wants me. But I'm not going to question it, I'm just happy that she's happy. I love her, and she is everything I could ever ask for."

Wes busted out laughing, patting his little brother on the head, "She sounds perfect for you."

5. Miles Away by Memphis May Fire -I actually think I'm going to make this into a longer oneshot for Reflex-

Soul trudged back to his hotel after another backbreaking mission. His current meister just didn't know how to wield him; not like Maka. No one would ever wield him like his wife could. He sighed as he sat at the desk in the corner of his room, wanting to write her a letter. It had been five months, and he had another two left before he could go home, and it was killing him every moment he was away.

She needed him to be there, but Lord Death needed him in Oceana for the time being. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, biting down the urge to cry. He just wanted to be at home.

"Dear Maka;

I don't know how I'm doing this anymore. I miss you so much it hurts. Lord Death said things would get easier the more I went away, but it's just getting harder. I don't know how they expect me to work hard when my heart is with you. I know you said you would be fine, not to worry, but I know this is hard on you as well.

I like meeting these new people, they're all really nice, but it's not the same without you here. You are all I ever think about. I know I can call you whenever I need, but I need to more and more often lately. Please help me with this, Maka. You're so much better at being strong than I am. I only have two more months left, so please keep enduring. I love you so much, and I'll be home the second I get the chance. Just be strong for us both, okay?

Love, Soul."

6. Darlin by Between the Trees

He had met her at a coffee shop. From that awkward meeting on, Soul Eater Evans was enthralled with Maka Albarn. She was so much more than any other woman he had ever met. All he ever wanted to do was be with her, talk to her, be as near to her as possible. Their phone calls were religious at this point.

Every night he would call and they would discuss their days, even if he had been with her at one point or another.

"And then he had the gall to try and argue with me about it! The nerve of that guy! I studied classic literature in college for three damn years! The nerve of that ass hole.."

Soul chuckled as he cradled his cell phone to his cheek as he shifted to a more comfortable position on his bed, "Classic literature? You're such a nerd."

He heard her huff on the other line, "I am not a nerd."

Soul rolled his eyes, knowing she couldn't see him, but she probably figured he was anyway. That was one thing he loved about her. His eyes widened, and he caught himself as she rambled on about her fight with a class mate, Ox or something. Loved? Did he love her?

He pondered that for a moment. He would admit it, he liked the head strong weirdo. She was cute, smart, witty and kept him on his toes. Did he love her? Well.. He wasn't sure he was allowed that privilege yet. Yet.

7. Your Surrendered by Neon Trees -Okay maybe I'll make this a chapter on Reflex as well..-

She had been crying again. She had found her way to his bed, and he simply held her while she shook until she fell asleep. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. She shifted slightly in her sleep, but didn't wake up. He gently ran his fingers over her cheek, moving a few strays behind her ear.

Early sunlight was filtering in through the window, and she looked so innocent and pure laying in the golden hue. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he let his gaze drift down her face.

She was so beautiful like this. He wished she would open up more to him. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, careful not to wake her. He licked his lips and tasted salt, making his brows furrow. He just wanted to be there for her, and she made it so difficult for him. He had to wait until she caved and crawled into his bed, shuddering with broken and half whimpered sentences.

He wished he would tell her all of this. When she woke up, his words would get caught in his chest, and he would forget to tell her how much he loved it when he woke up with her next to him.

He wished he knew how to love her better.

He hugged her tight, not caring if he woke her up this time. He would do his best until she finally surrendered and let him inside her walled up heart.

8. Pompeii by Bastille

She knew she shouldn't have trusted Soul and Black*Star to take care of the newest pre-kissin to terrorize Death City. They had finally been able to match wavelengths and were determined to prove how "bad ass" it would be if they teamed up for a one time battle. Soul had convinced Maka that she would always be his meister, but he just wanted to try this out.

Maka stood in shock as she took in the rubble that was once the south half of Death City. Black*Star had long run off, not missing the opportunity to skip out on the beating Maka was sure to give them. Soul stood by her side, a nervous mess as he stared at his meisters shell shocked face.

"Maka, you know it's not that bad. We killed the bastard, that's what counts, right? Look on the bright side!"

Maka turned towards him, her eyes on fire and her mouth set in a grim line. Soul shrank back, avoiding letting the subconscious squeak slip from his lips.

"LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!? YOU DESTROYED HALF THE CITY!"

Soul put his hands up, his eyes wide and terrified, "M-Maka, I'm sorry! It can be fixed! No one was hurt!"

Maka was dead silent, and Soul took the opportunity to speak again, knowing he had about a .08% chance of saying something that might make things better, "Just listen. I know this is our home, and it's kind of.. Well.. Destroyed, but we've faced worse before! That PK was a bitch to defeat, and even you and I would have had trouble with it. Just.. Just be grateful we're safe, and we're together and you know it wont take that long to fix!"

Maka stayed silent, and Soul wasn't sure to interpret that as good or bad. She smashed a hand down on his head in half a second, catching him off guard. He groaned as he held his head in his hands, not daring to speak out against the violence.

"You know," She started, not looking down at him, "It kind of looked like this when we fought Asura." She chuckled, making Soul flinch, "It's funny, it really brings back memories. Well. You better get to cleaning this up."

And Soul was left on the ground, stunned beyond belief that she hadn't slaughtered him, but not going to take his second chance at life for granted.

9. To Die For by Tonight Alive

Soul loosened the tie around his neck, sick and tired of being in this suit. He only came to this stupid party at the academy because Maka said she was coming, and he was going to apologize for a recent explosive fight they had. He hadn't seen her once yet, and he was starting to think she was going to stand him up.

He looked around one last time before he was going to give up and go home. He caught her eyes from across the dance floor, and his heart stopped for a few beats. She looked so beautiful. He stood up and walked as quickly as he could towards her. Despite what he thought, she didn't run away, but held her hand out for him to take.

He took it without question, the hand on her waist leading her into the soft ballad currently playing. They didn't speak, and Soul didn't really think it necessary. He knew he had forgiven her the moment she agreed to dance.

He nuzzled his face into her hair, sighing happily. Maka chuckled softly, her hands in a loose grip around his neck. "We can do this, you know. I promise." It was a statement, not a question, and Maka knew she didn't have to answer, just contemplate it herself.

The fight in question was about feelings that Maka didn't want to delve into, and Soul was getting sick of not discovering. She was so unsure, and he was more than positive that they were meant to take that chance. She swayed her hips as an answer, a careful reply that was akin to a soft, "maybe" being whispered into his ear.

10. I Could Be The One by Avicii and Nicky Romero

Maka was thinking, and thinking hard. It was never a good sign when she was sprawled out in bed with a book laying over her eyes. It meant something was bothering her enough to actually make her put down a book. She tapped her fingers on the binding, making a delightful echo thrum through her ears.

"I could help." She said aloud, just to feel how it tasted on her tongue. She sat up, the book falling into her lap. "I could help!" She yelled, her face contorted in half epiphany, half agitation. Soul was in one of his funks, and wouldn't talk to her. He was laying in his bed, only a thin wall separating the brooding partners.

"I could help, you know!" She yelled, feeling a stir in her soul perception, letting her know he was still awake and listening, albeit grudgingly.

"I'm your partner, dummy! We never used to have these problems! Just talk to me! I will always be here to make you feel better, and you know it! Don't spout your, 'nothings wrong' crap with me, mister! I know your soul better than anyone else!"

She took a deep breath, a blush dusting her puffed out cheeks, "I think about this a lot, you know. I don't know if you do the same, but when you're upset, it makes me upset. I could help get rid of all your stupid insecurities. I'd like to be the person you come to again."

It was silent, and she was sure he had ignored her once again. She then heard him shuffle across the floor and his door click closed. A timid knock sounded at her door, and he poked his head through, cheeks red and his eyes averted, "I think about it a lot too, I guess.. Can I come in?"

Maka held back a grin, and kept her smile polite and reserved, patting the space next to her on the bed.

Authors note- I was right, this was fun. c: