Cuddling with a pillow on the couch in her pajamas, Maka sat and watched the television screen while she thought about her past year, mostly two of her best male friends. If she hadn't been reflecting on her interactions with them, she wouldn't have realized that she really didn't feel jealous when Soul had mentioned or hanged out with his probably new girlfriend. She was actually happy to see him with the girl, for she seemed nice enough, and Soul even talked to her more about almost everything.

Kid on the other hand confused her. She even confused herself when she thought about the things she did with him, for instance, earlier this night when he walked her home from the dance.

All was silent in the night. Not even the songs of crickets could be heard, nor the rustling of leaves. Maka had felt very tired and mostly leaned in on Kid slightly with their arms linked. She only looked at the road ahead of them, but if she watched him, she would see him occasionally looking at her with a warm smile.

Once they reached her apartment complex they unlinked their arms and Maka, tiredly, searched shortly through her purse for the keys.

"Thank you for dancing with me, Kid. I had a lot more fun than I would have thanks to you." She smiled up at him.

"I'm just glad that you had fun. You didn't seem like you were too happy with being at the dance when you were leaning on the wall." Maka blushed and even unexpectedly to her, gave Kid a peck on the cheek. He blushed.

"Thank you. Goodnight Kid." A small smiled appeared on Kid's face.

"Goodnight Maka." And she entered her apartment with that.

Just thinking about what she did made her stomach feel light, yet heavy at the same time. Why did she kiss him? Even if it was just on the cheek it still seemed funny! And they way they walked together in silence, it was so comfortable!

"What does it mean?" Maka asked herself. It was eleven forty now and Maka jumped when the door suddenly opened.

"I'm home," Soul called as he walked into the house.

"Hey Soul," Maka called from her. Soul looked at her incredulously.

"When did you get home?"

"About twenty minutes ago." He walked over to the couch and sat down beside her.

"I thought you and Kid would have hanged out some more before you came home."

"I was tired." Soul observed her for a few moments until Maka threw down the pillow and turned to him. "What? I WAS tired!"

"Then why aren't you asleep." Maka looked dumbfounded and blushed.

"I was tired, but I'm too confused to go to sleep right now?" she admitted.

She hasn't figured it out yet? Soul thought, happily amused.

"What about?" Maka mumbled something underneath her breath. "What was that?" She sighed.

"I'm confused about Kid." She sounded annoyed. Soul tried his hardest not to snicker.

"We're ALL confused about Kid Maka." She groaned.

"That's not what I meant!" Soul smirked lopsidedly.

"I know what you meant." She glared at him. "He's a great guy. A real gentleman. I rather you go out with him than Black Star." Maka blushed, grabbed her pillow, and threw it at Soul.

"That's not funny Soul!" he laughed finally and gave her back the pillow.

"I know, but I couldn't help it, you're just so naive even with all of those books you read!" Maka blushed. "I know you very well Maka, and I can see that you're confused, so I'll point you in the right direction." Maka's eyebrows furrowed but she nodded nonetheless. "Whenever Kid is near you he has this small smile that he just can't hide. Whenever he thinks no one else with notice it, he looks at you with this soft and adoring look in his eyes. Do I need to say more?" Maka's gaze became cloudy as she was occupied by figuring out what Soul meant.

"Kid," Soul nodded.

"Yes,"

"He,"

"Yessssss?"

"Kid,"

"Oh bloody hell! He likes you you dummy!" Blair, in her purple cat formed, screamed and lumped onto Maka's lap from seemingly nowhere.

"What?"

"The boy bloody likes you. And not the friendly or sisterly way either! He REALLY likes you! Sheesh!"

"Blair, you totally ruined the moment!" Soul leaned back into the chair in the huff. "I wanted to see if I could get her to react like they do on television!" Maka glared at Soul.

"Soul and I figured that you had realized this sooner, seeing how you reacted to Kid, but I guess we were wrong. Big time! And aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"

"Okay, you can stop talking now Blair." Maka stated as she practically threw Blair onto Soul's lap. Anxious, Maka sped into her room and slammed the door shut. Shocked and worried, Soul walked her to her door, carrying Blair in one hand, and knocked with the other.

"Maka, are you okay?" He put his ear to the door and could hear the shuffling of clothes. Suddenly Maka yanked the door open wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a purple tank top, a yellow thick sweater, and black boots.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair to get rid of any knots. With her keys in hand she made a break for the door.

"Where are you going?" Soul followed after her out. Maka swung the door open.

"Out," and shut it behind her without another word.

For what seemed like over twenty minutes to Maka while she ran was really five. She looked down all the streets she passed worriedly but continued on, looking for one street in particular. Finally she came upon the street she was looking for, and on that street was one boy wearing black slacks and a light yellow button up shirt while lounging on a lone bench looking up to the sky solemnly. Her heavy footsteps brought him back down to earth as he looked shocked to see her standing only a few feet in front of him, nearly out of breath.

With a shy smile Maka declared, "You're pretty symmetrical for a Shinigami." A small smile flickered.

"You're kind of weird, aren't you?" Kid replied smirking slightly. Maka sat beside him on the bench and looked at him.

"Are you lost?" She smiled genuinely at him. He replied with a smile of his own.

"I was looking for something, but I think it found me instead." Maka giggled and leaned back onto the bench and gazed up at the stars.

"You know," she began softly after a few seconds. "I always looked down when I was sitting on this bench, but there are so many better things I could have looked at if I looked upwards. I think I'll try to look up more often."

"Maka," Kid started quietly and serious. "Why did you come here?" Maka looked Kid in the eye and matched his serious expression perfectly.

"So that I can do this," unsure, but determined, Maka leaned in and kissed Kid. A happy and surprised smile showed up on his face.

"Oh really? What was it that you were going to do again? I don't think I quite caught it the first time." Maka giggled and they met halfway for another kiss. "Hmmm, that's what I thought it was."

Maka snuggled up next to Kid as they both once more looked up to the stars above. The smiling moon was now in the middle of the sky. Maka nearly laughed at a sudden thought.

"What is it?" Kid looked at her curiously.

"Oh nothing, just a legend I remembered reading about this street in particular." Kid quirked an eyebrow.

"Is is relevant to us right now." Maka shook her head and Kid wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Not really." They both looked up to the sky once more, but Maka was occupied by a poem from that legend.

Take my hand into yours

It'll be okay

Even if we get lost

We'll meet on Finders Way.

The End