A/N: Aaaand we're back! This is Jessie, and I am happy to say that this is my chapter...though I guess it's obvious by now that we just alternate writing the chapters. By the way! So this story is directly based off our roleplaying in which one of us played Soul and one of us played Maka. Does anyone have a guess as to who roleplayed who?

Heheheh. *a wild Tay appears!* I... have nothing else to add. Except that this chapter made me laugh out loud SO FREAKING HARD when Jessie sent this chapter to me for editing. xDD Gosh, she's just genius, yanno? Anyway, hope y'all find it as amusing and awesome as I did!

I did my best to hide the small smile playing on my lips as I tucked the Spencers sack in the compartment of Soul's motorcycle. Just looking at the logo gave me a warm fluttering feeling in my heart. At least…it did before I remembered that Soul dragged me into a freaking sex store. …I guess I can let it slide just this one time though.

"Where are we going now?" I asked as I climbed on the bike behind Soul.

"Why do you even bother? It's a surprise, Maka," Soul reminded me.

I rolled my eyes, but the effect was wasted since he couldn't see me. Once again, we were soaring down the roads of Death City. Despite the fact that I had lived here my whole life, there sure was a lot of the place I had never seen before. This time, Soul took us to a livelier, friendlier part of town. When we finally parked, I gasped in delight.

"I've read about these things! This is a…an amusement park! Right?" I cried joyfully. I had read about these in countless books, and I had always wanted to see one in real life. They had always seemed like such magical places…and I was getting to go in one!

Soul shut off the engine and twisted around to look me in the eye. "Please don't tell me you've never been to an amusement park before," he said seriously.

I blushed deeply. "I went to a book fair once…"

Soul shook his head. "Oh, Maka, Maka, Maka…poor, deprived little Maka…"

"Hey! Just because I've never been to a place filled with fatty foods and fake adrenaline rushes doesn't mean I'm deprived!" I defended myself, even though I was aching to try those fatty foods and fake adrenaline rushes.

Soul dismounted the motorcycle and started walking to the park gate. "Whatever, Maka," he called back.

I wanted to stay at the bike and demand he apologize, but my curiosity got the best of me. Like a little kid on Christmas morning, I trotted off to catch up with Soul and enter my very first amusement park – fatty foods and all.

The food turned out to be everything I dreamed of and more. As soon as we got our armbands and passed the park entrance, Soul led me straight to a food stand. It was around lunchtime, so he ordered a burger and fries for us to share. I had read enough books to know it probably wasn't a good idea to eat much right before getting on a roller coaster.

As Soul handed me my half of the burger, I noticed a group of teenage girls giggling and pointing at us. Well…not 'us' so much as Soul. After all, he's the hot albino with the fit body and toned abs… I did not just think that. Darn those stupid fan girls!

"It looks like you have some admirers," I muttered bitterly and took a huge bite of burger.

Soul gave me a confused look until he, too, spotted the obnoxiously pretty girls. "Oh…I didn't even notice. I guess a cool guy like me is just so used to it…" He smirked, and I wanted to punch him.

"Yeah well, whatever, I don't care," I said and took another bite of burger. I chomped on the poor dead meat viciously and swallowed. "Why don't you just go over there and make their day?"

Soul chuckled deep in his throat. "You are so pissed."

"I am not pissed!" I shrieked, chewing viciously.

Soul's smirk only widened. "Yes, you are. I can tell. Normally, you eat like a bird, and now you're suddenly eating like a starving jackal," he pointed out.

I put down my mostly annihilated burger and took a sip of coke civilly. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

Soul's eyes narrowed, irritated. "Now you're doing that on purpose," he accused.

"Doing what on purpose?" I questioned innocently.

I loved the annoyed expression on his face as he fed me a French fry. I know this might sound weird, but I honestly don't think anything of it when he feeds me like that. It's a pretty normal occurrence between us…I mean, we do live together. Sometimes, I forget about what it looks like to other people.

"I think you've made them angry," I warned, motioning to the fan girls who looked somewhere between heartbroken and wrathful.

Soul shrugged, not even bothering to look as he fed me another fry. "Who cares? I came here with you."

I blushed and quickly took a drink of coke to hide it. Sadly, I think Soul saw it anyway, but he thankfully chose not to comment.

He stood and gathered our trash to throw away. "Ready to go ride some roller coasters?"

"Yeah!" I said eagerly, jumping up. "Which one should we go on first?"

Soul took my hand and led me down the midway. "You pick," he said.

There was so much activity in such a small space. People were everywhere, crowding the narrow walkway. Pretty girls flipped their hair while boys threw away their money to win them a prize. Little children tugged on their parents' hands to go on the next ride. Workers irritably ordered the more rambunctious teenagers to stay in line. It was so unlike anything I had ever experienced…but I liked it.

"Let's go on that one," I said, pointing.

Soul rolled his eyes. "Of course, you would choose the carousel," he groaned.

I wrinkled my nose in irritated confusion. "What do you mean?" I demanded.

"That's a kiddie ride."

There are very few times when I don't understand what's going on, but this term was completely lost on me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Exactly what it sounds like. It's a ride for little kids."

"Oh…but you'll still ride it with me, right?"

At this, Soul chuckled. "Yes, Maka, I will ride the little wooden horses with you. Don't worry. I'll hold your hand and everything, so you won't get scared."

Now that crossed a line. "I am a scythe meister, thank you very much! I don't need you to handle a freaking amusement park ride!" With those strong words, I stormed to get in line for the carousel behind a five-year-old.

Barely a minute passed before the worker pointed at me and said, "Ma'am, no person taller than three feet can get on this ride."

I sulked back to Soul in shame. "Don't say a word," I growled.

Soul shrugged, that ever present smirk getting on my nerves. "You can't say I didn't warn you."

"Whatever," I snarled. "You choose a ride then."

Soul grinned evilly, showing off his pointy teeth. "I will," he promised. He took my hand and dragged me once again through the crowd of people until we reached a small arena. The sign above read: Bumper Cars.

"You're kidding," I muttered.

"Nope," Soul said cheekily. He stepped inside an empty car (a cool one with rims and flames, of course) and took hold of the wheel.

I glanced at an empty pink, girly one and tentatively lowered myself inside. "So now what do I -?"

BAM!

Before I could even register what happened, I was slammed into a wall. My head was spinning from the sudden impact, and my chest ached from where it had been ungracefully introduced to the steering wheel. "Ow…" I moaned.

Soul rammed into the car that had hit me, shouting, "Geez, let her get her bearings first, jerk!" He then turned to me. "Are you all right?"

I wasn't so sure, but I nodded anyway.

"Good," Soul grinned. "Cause you're on your own."

"Wait! What do I do?" I shrieked.

Soul shrugged. "You hit people. That's about it. Good luck."

Then he drove away into the crowd and disappeared into view. At about the same time, three cars rammed into me at once. I was really beginning to hate Soul.

Maybe it was that hatred that caused my turn around. Personally, I like to think it was the fact that I am a well-trained meister, and my instincts were kicking in since this was so much like a battle situation. Sadly though, it was probably just because I was really mad at Soul. Either way, in that sacred moment as I was crushed between three cars, I suddenly became a very awesome player.

Twisting the wheel beneath my nimble hands, I expertly maneuvered out from under the pile up and escaped into the frenzy. There were plenty of easy targets around, but my sights were set on one enemy: Soul Eater Evans. There! I caught a glimpse of his white, spiky hair, and I was on the hunt. My car slipped through the nooks and crannies until I was right behind him…

BAM!

Soul's 'cool' car shot into the wall with the force usually reserved only for Kishin.

"I win!" I yelled, raising my arms into the air in some weird victory dance. "I win! I win! I beat you, Soul!"

Soul's initial expression of shock melted into something that almost looked like pride. "You really are the coolest partner ever," he chuckled. "But come on. It's time to go collect your prize."

With those oddly mysterious words, Soul drove over to the ramp, and I was slammed by another car. By the time I untangled myself and also reached the ramp, Soul was ready to go and waiting on me. I trotted up to him.

"What do you mean 'prize'?" I asked suspiciously.

"You said you won, so I'm going to show you your prize." Soul gave me a grin that showed off his shark-like teeth.

I suddenly felt nauseous.

"You call this a prize?" I groaned.

Soul smirked, clearly pleased that I was so wary. "Yep. Don't tell me you're too chicken, big scythe-meister Maka…" He let the words trail off tauntingly, and I could tell he was doing it just to get under my skin.

But I wouldn't let him.

"Chicken?" I scoffed. "Are you kidding? I fight Kishin! I'm on my way to creating a death scythe! This will be a piece of cake!"

Soul's grin widened dangerously. "I'm glad to hear you're so enthusiastic."

But as I got in line for the rollercoaster, I couldn't help but feel a little unsure. It was one of the classic rollercoasters. The tracks rose high into the sky, and then it dipped into a steep drop. After that, the riders were subject to sharp twists, turns, and upside-down loops. Just looking at it made my stomach drop down to my feet.

Still, there was no way I could show weakness in front of Soul.

The roller coaster creaked to a stop on the tracks, and the previous riders stumbled to the exit. Several teenagers were loudly declaring their excitement, but most of them just looked shaken…and sick. Somehow, this didn't exactly comfort me.

"It's our turn. Are you ready?" Soul asked. His smirk was ever prominent.

"Let's do this thing!" I declared. I made sure to give a daredevil smile, but inside, I was scared out of my mind. I slid into the seat, and Soul sat right next to me. Since there wasn't exactly very much room, our thighs were pressed close together. A silver bar mechanically lowered across our bodies.

I stared at the small slip of metal in horror. "This is the only thing keeping us from falling to our deaths?" I shrieked.

Soul chuckled. "You can always hold on to me if you want."

"I think I'll manage," I snarled, but I wasn't so sure.

The rollercoaster jumped in motion, but it started out agonizingly slow. The great machine would only creep up the tall slope as if it wanted to draw out our punishment.

"How are you doing, Maka?" Soul inquired.

"How am I doing?" I scoffed. "I am a fearless scythe-meister. I deal with lethal situations every day." The rollercoaster stuttered to a stop at the peak of the tracks. Then is started to go down… "This rollercoaster is nothing. I mean – AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"

The coaster was going at breakneck speed down the tracks, and I was practically in Soul's lap. Distantly, I registered him chuckling as I clutched his shirt desperately, but I was way beyond caring about pride now. All that mattered to me was hanging on for dear life and trying not to cry.

Those were definitely the worst ninety seconds of my entire life.

When the ride finally pulled to a stop, I did the only thing I could do.

I ran to the nearest trash can, and I vomited.