I'M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK THIS LONG~~ I actually wrote it like four days ago, but I lost my flash drive so I had to write the WHOLE THING OVER. *sweat drop* Anyways...shout-outs to: FruityUnicorn01, Pettyolives, Rhonarina, XoXoAnimeAddictionXoXo, XxGoddessRavenxX, Dracomalfoylover666, Artistic-Resonance, Depyriouse, SCREAMOKINGXRAGNAROK, 1rocker-chic, Anime4Eternirty, and LeprechaunGreen. So now to the story! :D

The boy's car pulled into the driveway harshly, sending a few pieces of gravel flying behind the two foes. Maka sighed as she opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel, smoothing her skirt down over her legs and looking over the house. It was just as she had left it not too long ago-big, yellow, and clean. His mother was always a neat freak, she knew. Soul stretched out his arms over his head and flicked a few white strands of hair out of his precious face. "You ready?" he asked, smirking. Maka quickly turned towards him and rolled her eyes.

"As ready as I'll ever be..." she muttered. Soul walked up to the door and unlocking it, stepping aside for Maka to go in first. "Ladies first," he said. Maka puffed her cheeks out at him. When they walked inside, the outside light was replaced with the darkness of the empty house and his absent parent's note on the couch. Soul roamed over to it, blowing his bangs in the air, and read it out loud, a hint of anger in his tone.

"Gone to the club for the night-be back in the morning. Staying the night at Sara's. Love you!" he read with fake enthusiasm at the last sentence. He always did hate his parents, didn't he? Maka made her way over to the couch and plopped down, hoping that he'd sit on the opposite of her.

He didn't.

Maka shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she eyed Soul sitting right next to her. He dug around his backpack and grumbled under his breath until he found his language textbook that was full of random papers from other classes. Maka cringed at his disorganization, but stayed quiet as she pulled hers out too. They both sighed simultaneously and looked at each other. Suddenly, Soul slammed his book closed and threw it on the floor before running his hands through his long hair.

"Look," he said, and Maka looked into his eyes, "I didn't want to do it, but I had to. It had to happen, okay? So stop acting like a beaten puppy and let's just do this project." Maka slowly turned back to her book and forced her lip to stop quivering.

"But...Soul..." she muttered, trying to form her thoughts into words. It was hard. It really was.

"I'll never be able to...to...anything...I can't..." she stuttered, frustrated. Soul's eye brow furrowed and he shook his head, picking his textbook up and setting it back in his bag.

"You...were always so loyal...and..." she stopped, unable to finish her sentence as her throat began to close up. Soul stood up.

"I think we need to be able to talk before we can try to begin this project," he stated, picking her book up and placing it back in her bag. Maka nodded and pulled her legs up to her chest to avoid his roaming eyes. It was like he was trying to read her, trying to play her, trying to tell if what she was thinking was what he wanted her to think. It was as if he was trying to read these unfamiliar notes in a song and play them as he went, even though he's never seen them before in his life!

Maka suddenly stood up to face him like a man, er-teenage girl. "Sure," she said, trying to force a smile at him. He smirked and turned towards the kitchen. All the rooms in the house were connected by one long hallway. The living room was already right next to the kitchen, so that was good.

"You want anything to drink?" he asked, hoping that she wouldn't ask for tea. That ex couple had a thing for tea. They always made it together and sipped it out of a single cup with two straws, like those cute couples on television.

"Nah, I'm good," she retorted. He breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a can of coke for himself. He then sat back down on the couch and pulled her down with him.

"So how's life for pigtails?" he asked, smirking. Maka shrugged.

"It's okay. Not terrible; not awesome. Okay," she answered, ignoring the fact that he called her "pigtails." Soul nodded and stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm doing alright too. Not awesome; not terrible. Just alright," he looked back at her and smiled, which for some reason made her stomach twist and knot and do acrobatics while she kept from puking up butterflies. It mixed her up inside to know that he was quoting her, even if it was only to her face. And while she hated to admit it, she did still have feelings for him. But she didn't know how those feelings worked, or even how to reach them because all she felt like doing was choking him to death right then for making her smile.

"I don't really have much to say," Maka said. "It's not like I have friends or a social life to talk about." Soul chuckled.

"I loved that about you," he said, but instantly regretted it.

"W-What?" she asked, looking up at him. He looked away and sighed.

"I meant," he said, "that I admired how independent you were, besides me, of course."

"Besides you?"

"Like, you were dependent of me. As in, you needed me...I liked that feeling..."

"Liked."

"Yeah."

"I see."

"What? I liked it. But now I can't, because it's over..."

"Why did you, anyways?"

"Why did I what?"

"Come on, Soul, you're not stupid. Why did we break up? You said it had to happen. So why was it so imperative?" Maka demanded. Soul looked at his hands in his lap and sighed.

"Because..." he answered. Maka raised an eyebrow.

"It was Liz, wasn't it? She never did like me. And even if you did hate her, I still want to know." Soul shook his head.

"No no no no noooo. I just couldn't handle being in such a serious relationship...And you getting kinda clingy and...I don't know..." Maka fell quiet and looked out the window to the left of her. There wasn't anything else she could say, because she knew that Soul was telling the truth. Soul always told the truth, unless he was just incredibly good at lying.

"I'm sorry Maka," Soul retorted. Maka looked back down. He had said that a hundred times before, and it wasn't going to change anything, and they both knew that.

"I don't think you are, Soul," she said, looking up at him.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I don't think you're sorry. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place," she answered, back to her normal quick-wittedness.

He took a deep breath in, "Yes I am. Honestly, I don't even know why the fuck I decided that breaking it off was the answer; it's not like my life is any better without you in it. It might even be worse! Hell, I don't even know how to make tea anymore..." Maka blinked, not expecting such a level-headed response. She was expecting something curt, maybe even snide. But not level-headed.

"I'm sorry, Maka," he said, rubbing his face with his palms. Soul was suddenly terribly drowsy for some reason. He was probably emotionally drained.

"I'm sorry, too," she stated, annoyed with him for no reason at all. "I feel like I should go..."

"No!" he shouted, sounding a little too desperate than he wanted to. Maka turned to him and cocked her head, making her pigtails lean to one side, which Soul thought was fucking adorable. There was no denying it.

"I just...I want us to be friends, okay?" he said. "Ugh, so uncool..." Maka scoffed and tossed her pigtails back behind her shoulders.

"Okay," she said, nodded and flashing him a small smile. "I think we can make that work."

"Ugh, I'm going to be alone all night..." Soul said, shaking his head. "I can't stand being alone..." Maka nodded sympathetically.

"I know. But I'm not staying here," she laughed. "I'm going home for dinner." Soul frowned.

"Can't you just make me dinner?" he pleaded. Maka rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You can get your girlfriend to do that," she said, faking a giggle.

"No girlfriend. No food. Tummy HUNGRY!" he complained. Maka laughed and sighed.

"No girlfriend? But you're always walking down the hall holding somebody's hand," she said. He smirked.

"So you've noticed, huh? Nah, I haven't had a girlfriend since we broke up. I'm just a man-whore," he chuckled. Maka raised an eyebrow, feeling as if she'd failed him. Only she didn't. None of what Soul was doing was her fault, but she couldn't see that at all.

Once she finally managed to get outta there, it was evening, and you better BELIEVE her dad was ALL OVER her about this guy. It was like twenty questions-parental version.

Too bad none of the answers gave any hints to who this boy was.

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