One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]

Rated M for Mature content

Genre: Romance, Suspense

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Maka

The awkward moment when you wake up first. Soul slept soundly on his bed. I was mighty tempted to blow horn him awake or something but I chose against such an action. It was a decision made considering the information I gathered to make an inference, assuming he really never slept. I couldn't really interpret how I really felt about him at the moment because I was so fussy over sitting on the floor waiting for Soul to wake up.

It was cold too. Not that his room was an abnormal temperature but it was that morning cold one always feels in the early morning. It was also probably because of the lack of covering of my body. My blanket had fallen off in the middle of the night.

However, I slept so well. Correction. I actually got to sleep. That was a big deal for me and thinking that this was a similar situation for my partner I was against waking him at- I glanced at my watch- 8:30 AM.

I also probably woke up first because I fell asleep first.

And then it hit me.

"Gah!" I squealed, leaping up, suddenly covering my mouth, glancing around nervously, hoping no one heard such a noise escape my mouth.

I fell asleep first. WHAT HAD SOUL DONE TO ME? Maybe there was a reason he was so tired...

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I hissed under my breath, but still found the temptation to peer over Soul's bed to take a peek at his lifeless face. There was nothing abnormal about his appearance.

Maybe though, there was a reason that my blankets were off.

"THAT'S NOT IT!"

I slapped my mouth once more, watching Soul stir in his sleep, my eye twitching. That was close.

Still, curiosity won in the ferocious battle against logic and consumed my common sense, causing me to creep closer to the sleeping body. I tip toed and kept my hands held behind my back as if it were some kind of hand cuff or restraint that I needed in order to keep me from touching him.

That didn't sound wrong.

I leaned over, trying to examine him, for no reason in particular really. Just...curiosity.

And then his eyes slowly opened, red.

Soul

I awoke to green pearls in front of my eyes.

"Maka...the fuck..."

She jumped back.

"S-Sorry! I was trying to see if you were awake." She mumbled, stumbling backwards away from my bed.

I rubbed my eyes.

"It's not rocket science, Sherlock."

She didn't say anything but immediately moved to the other side of the room and started to pack up everything on the floor as quick as possible. She was really probably just trying to hide her red face.

Not that I really cared or anything. I was too tired to be bothered.

Instead I just yawned and glanced over at my alarm clock, jumping. It was past 8:30 AM. I never sleep that long. Ever. Something was definitely odd about this. I wasn't even that tired anyway. It was actually much less than normal.

"Are you hungry?" I questioned, rolling out of bed.

Maka was so busy that she nearly tripped over nothing, startled.

"U-um...a little, but-"

"It's okay." I answered. "My parents are probably gone somewhere."

Maka still looked uneasy.

"It's fine." I mumbled, stretching, scratching my head also. "I won't hold it against you or anything. Trust me. It doesn't get any more awkward than sleeping in the same room without anything happening."

I figured I had to slip that in there. I didn't blame her for fumbling around because I knew what she was thinking and it was only normal to assume I would do the normal perverted guy thing. But I didn't. That stuff is so fucking lame and uncool.

"Well...okay." Her voice was much more stable now.

Heh. I smirked. Maybe I knew a little more about girls than I thought.

I stuck my head out the door just in case my parents had a surprise piano party for me planned. But they were usually out every day of every week. Either doing their job or attending ridiculous parties that I refuse to attend. Wes was probably at some college study session. Something. All that I knew is I was normally alone on a weekend because my family was that fucked up.

"Come on." I led her down the stairs as if I were leading someone who was blind. I don't know why but I just didn't want my parents to pop up out of nowhere. I didn't really fancy them meeting Maka.

We arrived in the kitchen and I told her to pick out whatever the hell she wanted. I didn't know she would take it literally. In fact, she took out a bunch of ingredients and shit.

"What are you doing?" I grumbled, picking up the cereal I normally ate.

"Making a decent breakfast." Maka replied. "I live with only my father, independently mostly. So I cook."

Just as she started to grab a mixing bowl, her cell phone rang inside of her cloak that was lying on the table. She snatched it up, flipping it open and jabbering immediately.

"What do you want, Papa?" She demanded in a feisty tone.

"MAKAAAA! PAPAAAA IS SOOO SORRRRYYY! I WAS DRUNK! I'M SORRRYYY!" I could hear her idiot father wailing through the phone ten feet away. God. I don't know how she was able to forgive him...

Make finally reasoned with him and said she would come home immediately.

"BUT WHERE AAARE YOUUU?"

Maka hung up, roughly placing her phone back into the pocket of the cloak and turning back to the mixing bowl. I thought it best not to comment on the phone conversation, but something else.

"So what are you making?" I inquired.

"Pancakes."

"Oh..." I remarked, a flash back of begging my mom to make pancakes, her promising me she would, but going to a concert the next day instead.

"You're eating them too." She flashed me a grin. "Its repayment for letting me stay over."

"I said you didn't have to repay..." I muttered but she didn't listen and within the next fifteen minutes pancakes were sizzling on the griddle.

She expertly flipped them and got out plates, putting them on the table as if this were her own goddamn house.

And then she placed a stack, dictionary high, on my plate and filled my glass with milk.

"Here!" I was too nice to ask for her to get orange juice instead.

She sat done with me, a stack the same size and began to eat, making sure to drizzle syrup all over. It made me wonder if she really had anorexia. And if she did, how could she act so normal around food? From what I heard, people with anorexia still have slight scarring. But Maka showed no trace of such and devoured the pancakes.

"Are any of those for me?" The smooth voice of Wes caused me to drop my fork.

Maka turned to him.

"Sure!"

She responded so normally, as if she wasn't surprised, but when she turned her back to him and walked back towards the griddle she gave me a 'what the hell' look. I didn't know how to respond.

Wes looking over at Maka, attending to the new pancakes.

"It seems we have a new maid?" He wondered.

Tsubaki

Okay so tree trunks weren't the best thing to sleep against. Not only that but it was cold outside. I woke up almost immediately and then screamed softly realizing Black Stars arm was still draped around me, attempting to keep me warm.

At first he offered stripping and giving me all his clothes for a blanket but I kindly turned the offer down.

He told me that we absolutely could not go to his house. No matter what. We tried calling Soul too but he wasn't answering his phone. I wondered where he wondered off to and if he had been with Maka. I couldn't help but worry.

"B-Black Star!" I chattered and he shot up straight, rubbing his back in pain though.

"What did I miss?" He cried.

"Can we go somewhere to warm up...like a coffee shop?" I referred to the one two blocks away.

"Y-Yeah." He remarked, not even bothering to go on about how a god like him could never be freezing. "But...I got no money."

"It's fine." I assured him, getting up, my back aching in every possible place.

I led the way, Black Star following, as we crossed the street, stopping every other minute to stretch our back or warm our hands.

The wall of heat hit us like a tsunami when we walked into the warm colored coffee shop that had contemporary paintings all over the walls of coffee beans and tea leaves. A fresh scent of scones filled our noses as quickly as walking into a floral shop.

I walked to the register, rubbing my freezing hands together.

"I would like a large cappuccino, extra hot please, with caramel on top and a blueberry scone." I turned to Black Star allowing him to order.

"Okay! I WOULD LIKE-" He stopped suddenly, probably realizing he'd never ordered from a coffee shop before. "Whatever she had." He had a perplexed expression while examining the menu.

I paid and we gathered our drinks. Sitting by the fire.

Finally Black Star spoke, through chewing his scone.

"So has your brother always been like that?" He questioned.

"No." I remarked. "A while though."

"It's not okay." Black Star remarked. He suddenly spit out his coffee. "THIS IS NASTY!"

I promised him a hot chocolate instead after I finished my scone.

"No but seriously." Black Star wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "This cannot go on."

Author's Note: AHHHH! I'm SORRRY IT'S SHORT! Long update. I've got sooooo much homework and I'm not even exaggerating or anything. My first year of high school has finally hit me after the second half. Oh it's terrible. Some nights because of dance I got to school at 7:30 am and don't come back home until 10:00 pm and then I have hours of homework. T_T But I always update. So no one's gotta worryyy! XD Review cuz you're all my loves.