Author's Note: I was listening to Blink-182's "All the Small Things" while writing this. Perhaps that's why I was possessed to add in that cheesy line about...well, you'll see.

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Maka closed her calculus textbook with a satisfied smile. She had managed to do all of her homework for the next two days in the two hour period she had spent in the library. She glanced up at the clock. 5:00. The school would be closing soon. Better get home and make some dinner.She thought. She carefully placed her books in her army green messenger bag and pushed in the chair at the table she was sitting at. The room was completely empty, except for Miss Marie, the kind librarian who was the only person who was in the library more than Maka. The two often chatted together over tea Miss Marie made. Needless to say, Miss Marie knew Maka very well.

"Going home, Maka?" Miss Marie asked, looking up from her book, as Maka passed by her desk.

"Yeah. Dad probably forgot to make dinner. Again." She answered, rolling her eyes.

Miss Marie folded her hands under her chin. "How have things been lately?"

Maka shrugged. "Okay, I guess,"

Miss Marie's brows wrinkled together. "That didn't sound enthusiastic,"

Maka sighed. "Well, there's the whole Arachne thing. She just hates me for no particular reason. Just today, Arachne tripped me in the hall again. And it was just so embarrassing when she was apologizing. You could just tell she really could care less," Maka threw her hands up. "And the worst part is I don't even know why she hates me so much! I never did anything to her! I barely even know her! And I can't even do anything about it. All the teachers love her since her parents give so much money to the school. Even if I said anything, no one would do anything."

"That girl really does have an attitude problem, doesn't she?" Miss Marie said, sighing. "I don't even know what her problem is," Miss Marie smiled. "But whatever it is, it's not yours. Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot you can do, since she's in that position of prestige." Her smile faded. "I tried talking to the principal last week about it, but Lord Death just told me he can't do anything because of her parents. Can you believe that?"

"Unfortunately, I can," Maka said, frowning.

Miss Marie attempted to save the conversation. "Have you told your dad?"

"That's the thing," Maka said. "It's just that Dad doesn't seem to care about the right stuff. He keeps on buying me presents and offering to take me out to dinner and whatever when all I really want is for him to give me advice or remember what classes I'm taking at school or what I like to eat. Just simple stuff, you know?"

Miss Marie nodded. "I think it's the simple stuff that really matters,"

Maka sighed again and Miss Marie couldn't help but smile a little. She reached over and patted Maka's hand. "But what really matters, Maka, is that he cares enough to spoil you. The small things will come in time. It just takes a while."

Maka looked at her questioningly

"It's what love's about, sweetie," Miss Marie said, her smile turning into a full-blown grin. She glanced at the clock. "You better get going. I was just about to leave and the janitors are going to come close up soon,"

Maka nodded. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Miss Marie," She pushed open the heavy glass doors next to Miss Marie's desk and stepped out into the hallway.

"Have a good night, Maka!" Miss Marie called out, gathering her bags and pulling on her coat.

Maka walked down the deserted hall towards the front doors.

Oh, shoot! She thought, snapping her fingers. I forgot my book in my locker! She was in the middle of The Tales of Excalibur,a book about the legendary holy sword. Whenever Maka got a book, it went everywhere with her, especially if it was The Tales of Excalibur.She glanced at the clock. 5:04.She could definitely make it to her locker and back before they locked up. Besides, they always checked the halls before closing up. Maka knew because she had often lost track of the time while in the library.

Maka walked speedily back in the direction she came, towards her locker. After taking a couple turns arrived at her green metal locker, put her fingers on the lock and was just about to dial in the numbers when she heard a voice.

"They're locking up the building soon, you know,"

Maka jumped, surprised that someone was there. She turned around and saw a tall, skinny boy standing next to her with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in all black, wearing skinny jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a floppy beanie. His black hair hung in his eyes. He wore an easy grin but those eyes just screamed danger.

"Uh, yeah," Maka answered, a bit confused. Who was he and why was he here? "Yeah, I know,"

"Good," the boy said. "Wouldn't want you being locked in, now would we?" He smiled at her before walking down the hall. Maka looked back down at her lock and noticed goosebumps rising on her arms.

Maka glanced down the hall, but the boy was gone. I know I've seen him before. But who is he? She turned back to her locker and tried flipping her lock open. 42-42-56…3? Or is it 543? Wait, what's the rhyme? 42-42-

"Hey." Another voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to find another boy. But it was a different boy. He had white hair, wore a small grimace but his eyes felt…safe. So different from the boy before. Maka thought, looking the boy up and down. He wore a faded orange t-shirt under a leather jacket and a hairband pulling back his white hair, which stuck out in different directions. He looked dangerous but it was a different kind of dangerous from the boy before.

"I think the front doors are locked." He said. Maka's felt her stomach drop. Locked? But them how am I going to get home and make dinner?

"Did you just check?" Maka asked the boy. He nodded.

"Yeah, and I can't find a janitor or a teacher or anyone anywhere. You're the first person I found,"

"But there was…" Maka trailed off.

The boy cocked his head. "Was a…?"

Maka shook her head and looked down at her lock. "Never mind,"

He shrugged. "Well, we better find someone before they lock the other doors. There has to be someone with keys here-"

Then, everything went black.