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

Blood red eyes seemed to run in the family. Wes was just like his brother Soul. They were both very chill. And for some reason, I had the same reaction when I met Soul, a cold creeping sensation that was very uncomfortable and after I dished out a stack of pancakes for Wes, I found myself inching back towards my story partner, knowing a new chapter had to be written about a sibling. But there was something about Wes that I didn't like. Something that Soul had that he didn't. Was it integrity?

"Now tell me Soul, who's this cutie, huh?" Wes chirped up from his pancakes.

Soul looked at me and I mustered up my courage.

"My name is Maka Albarn." I announced, arms folded trying to keep a calm appearance, turning around to face Soul, still watching Wes out of the corner of my eye.

The edges of Wes' lips twitched in surprise, unfolding into a smirk as I picked up a glass of water.

"The Maka Albarn..." he murmured.

Water spluttered out of my mouth and I was thrown into a fit of violent coughs. What was he referring to? It couldn't be...

"Alright there?" He questioned.

I couldn't reply for a few moments, wondering why Soul had been silent the whole time, his eyes following my every movement.

"What do you mean 'the'?" I inquired, full of curiosity.

There was no way. Wes couldn't have been implying that, could he? I was put on edge feeling sweat trickle down the side of my head . I realized just how nervous I was around him and the current situation wasn't making anything any better. In fact, I really wished Soul would say something.

"Hmm? Nothing," Wes answered. "Your...pancakes are legendary." I bit my lip. "They make hunger fly away...just like a bird."

My eyes widened but I tried not to show my surprise.

C'mon Soul. Some input now would help.

I noticed that I was shivering.

Wes got up causing me to jump.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He winked. "Thanks for the pancakes."

And like that, he was gone, up the stairs.

"Oi, Maka what's the matter?" Soul finally spoke when his brother was clear of the room.

I remained motionless. Just who was Soul's brother? Honestly. He knew. And he was referring to ninth grade.

"Hey...Maka!" Emotionless Soul actually looked concerned and he swiped his hand across my forehead and felt my temperature. "You're really warm...god dammit! Say something!"

Under normal circumstances, I would've been touched that Soul was being so caring but I was having a mental crisis.

"N-Nothing." I responded quickly. "Just a little tired."

Soul

I was actually worried about Maka. I could tell something that Wes said had obviously made her start acting like this. A couple of minutes ago she was happy happy fucking lucky monkey. So why the hell did she change? What had my brother said? I didn't know what it was but I was pissed at him for ruining her mood. Don't ask my why or when I started to become such a sissy but I wanted her to be happy for once and Wes wasn't making that happen.

God. I hated him.

"You should probably go." I told Maka. But I didn't want her to leave.

Maka nodded in agreement. But I didn't think she wanted to either. But she had to. I was going to actually start fucking liking her if we hung out too much. I also wanted her to get as far away from Wes as possible. My blood boiled ever time he looked at her.

Maka gathered her things from the Halloween party and began her departure out my door.

"Oi!" I called. "Know how to get back?"

She smirked at me.

"Of course I do." She said, pointing to her brain. "Genius remember?"

I rolled my eyes.

"More like idiot." I responded but waved goodbye nonetheless.

And when she left I felt empty. Fuck me for being so emotional.

I shuffled back upstairs to my room, locking myself in there and pulling out my torn notebook.

But Maka Albarn wasn't that bad. She was a great cook in fact. Her pancakes were delicious and she even knew her way around the city. However the girl was still stupid. She didn't take care of herself or share her problems enough. Maka Albarn needed to learn to be a little selfish. She was so selfless that it almost got annoying feeling guilty for everything you said to her. But she wouldn't let that slow her down. She was used to keeping pain locked inside of her soul and she always picked herself back up.

I considered erasing everything I had just written but with sheer willpower I kept it and closed my eyes, leaning back and staring out my window.

Liz

Death the Kid had a nice ass house. But maybe I should back it up a little if you're confused. This is what happened this morning:

"Patty! Will you hurry up?" I bellowed at my little sis while we wandered the market searching for cheap, edible, food.

To be honest, we couldn't afford much but that didn't stop me from trying to buy fresh. I really hated that damn processed food. So nasty. Anything disgusting like processed food made me reproachful. I couldn't stand consuming anything unnatural. Not that my sister cared though. She ate crayons.

"PATTY!" I growled. "PUT the DOG down."

My sister was making a stuffed animal out of the poor Dalmatian passing by. Its owner stood by horrified while Patty hugged the thing to death.

"Huh? Okay sis!"

She clambered after me.

"Do you have the cell phone?" I asked her, shifting a bag of groceries to my other arm.

"Oh yeah." Patty reached through her puffy shorts. Her fingers went through holes in the pocket. "Uhh..."

I slapped my forehead for something so cliche happening.

"Are you SERIOUS?" I demanded, not wanting to scare her, but fucking pissed because that cell phone was damn expensive.

Patty bolted and went after her. We were obviously going to search for the missing cell phone. I was not about to pay for another one. Just getting the monthly bill was hard enough. I worked a job in the fish market but it was only part time and not very high paying. There was no way I was going to have my little sister start working just yet.

"Has anyone seen a purple cell phone?" I cried, touching people's shoulders as I passed, trying to grab their attention.

But most people just brushed me off.

"Heartless bastards." I mumbled.

We continued our search, running and scanning for the cell phone. But it was hard when you had a sister with ADHD constantly stopping every five seconds to look at the 'piiirty biiirds' or the 'fiiiishies in the tank'. Honestly I wondered if she had some sort of condition that need to be looked at.

And it was in all this chaos he showed up, tapping my shoulder.

"Such trouble you seem to be going through Liz?" Kid wondered, looking at me.

"Look Kid, now's not the time." I sighed. "I lost my cell phone and need to get it."

"Come on." He moaned. "You can just buy another one, they're so cheap."

"WELL NOT FOR ME, KID!"

And that's how he got the idea for me to move in with him. Oh dear.

Author's Note: CLIFFHANGERS GALORE! Ahaaa sorry for not updating. I started writing this chapter then had to go on spring break without a laptop sooo yes. This is a short one but I hope it quenches a little bit. Not gonna lie. Had a pretty legit spring break in Florida. Not as fun as Aruba last year but it was pretty goood. All tan :) Sooo how do you like this? I bet you're ALL CURIOUS ABOUT NINTH GRADE! I decided to make that her hated year because I hate it. Its the grade I'm in now. Ughhh not fun. Anyways, review...thanks for reading!