As I quietly crept through the front door, I thought about why I was leaving. Just as I shut the door, Kid called my name. I ignored him and walked my electric scooter down the street, but he came after me.

"Why are you leaving? Is something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing is wrong. I just feel like I should I go home. I have some… things to do." I told him. Total lie. I really just wanted to go home and relax.

"Oh, okay." Kid said kindly. I smiled and walked away.

"By the way, Angel, I could tell that you're lying." he called to me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly.

"Yes, I was lying. See ya, Kid." I told him and just left.

When I got home, I thought about what Maka said. Did Soul really talk about me? Then I looked into my heart, wondering if I actually liked him. No, I don't like Soul. I can't, I don't really like anybody…

I sighed loudly and pulled out my computer. I figured I could do some recording for a few songs.

Soul's POV

Maka left the room, a little upset with me for interrupting their poem writing. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table Angel was just at. I knew it was wrong, but I looked through her poems. One caught my eye. It was entitled The Ones I Trust. I barely read over it, only catching a few words. Trust, only, see, my heart, Death, Soul, - Soul? I went back to the beginning.

I trust very few

Right now, only two

They see me for me

And nothing more

But there's a tugging at my heart

Yet there has been since the start

I trust a Kid who's name is Death

And someone cool with a particular Soul

I trust very few

Only two

They're the ones that see me for me

I looked around the room and nobody was there, so I folded the paper and stuffed it in my pocket. I didn't quite understand the poem and decided to take it home to think about it more later. As I walked back downstairs, I realized Angel wasn't there.

"Where'd Red go?" I asked Kid.

"She said she had to go home." Kid told me. I nodded my head sat down on the couch.

"Soul, we should probably go, too." Maka said. I groaned.

"But I just sat down."

"Soul. Now."

I groaned again and stood up. "Later, Kid." I said as I walked out the door. As I sat on the motorcycle waiting for Maka to get her emo poems and say goodbye to Kid, I heard a faint whistling. I looked up and saw a blackbird with red stripes down the middle of both wings and a red tipped tail. I recognized it as the Maynelia bird. I listened closer and realized there was a song in the whistling. It was a beautiful sound. For some reason, I thought of Angel.

"Sorry, Soul. I got everything, now. Let's go." Maka said to me as she climbed on behind me. I revved the engine and we sped down the street, on our way home.

Angel's POV

"…I'll point you to the mirror." I finished the last line of my song and the music faded out. I exhaled slowly and smiled, happy with what I accomplished for the day. I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw it was already one-thirty. I decided to go out for lunch. As I grabbed my phone and walked out the door, I plugged my ear buds into my ears and played some music. I was so deep in my music that I realized I was already downtown. Now that I knew where I wanted to go, I took a shortcut through a small alleyway. At the other end was a group of older guys, they looked like they were in their late twenties. They stared at me, but I just kept walking. There were empty beer bottles all over the ground and I could tell they were drunk.

"Hey, girly." one called out to me. They were definitely blind if they thought I was girly. A few of them walked toward me. The guy who called me girly touched my shoulder.

"Don't touch me." I deadpanned and slapped his hand away. The others made sound of shock.

"Aw, girly, don't be like that. I'm Narook. And you are?" replied the same guy.

"Somebody you don't wanna mess with."

"Oh, yeah? How about you come with us for a drink?" Narook asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm fourteen. And you're already drunk, Scumbag." I said coldly to Narook. His eyes went wide and grabbed my arm. In the distance I could hear an engine. There were no other cars around except that one and I knew they weren't going to be any help. I jerked my arm free and unwrapped my ear buds from my neck.

"Come here!" Narook shouted at me. I backed away slowly and began twirling the ear buds around like a weapon. He lunged at me and I whipped him hard in the face. The other guys looked angry when Narook cried out in pain. They rushed towards me, but I punched them, kicked them, and whipped my ear buds around. There were few left, but they were stupid and tried to get me anyway. The engine got closer until it seemed like it was just around the corner. It stopped and I heard footsteps.

"Red?" a familiar voice said. I paid no attention and continued beating the drunks' butts. A few that were down got back up and I realized I needed help. I turned around to see Soul standing there, wide-eyed. It came to my attention that the engine came from his motorcycle and that he just saw me beat up four guys on my own.

"Soul!" I shouted and ran to him.

"I could use a little help!" I told him nervously. He flashed a sharp-toothed smile at me.

"No problem." He said. He stuck out his right arm and it turned into a black and red blade. I smirked and ran at the rest of the guys. I gave them really bad whiplashes and Soul pretty much killed the others. I smiled big and before I knew what I was doing, I hugged Soul tightly.

"Thank you so much!" I shouted as he wrapped his arms around my back.

"Any time, Red." he said sweetly. I released my grip and dusted off my shirt. Then I thought of something.

"Soul, how did you know I was here?" I questioned him. It did seem a bit odd that he showed up out of the blue for no apparent reason. And without Maka, too.

"I didn't. I was actually on my way to your house and heard something like a fight going on. That's when I saw you."

"Why were you coming to my house?"

"You forgot you poems."

Soul reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of paper. I took them cautiously and gently put them in my back pocket. I wondered how he found out where I lived but didn't ask him.

"So, where ya headed?" Soul asked me.

"Just out to lunch." I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Oh. Um, no, but where's Maka?"

"Home, cleaning again."

"Okay, then."

"Shall we?"

Soul smiled and gestured to his motorcycle. I smiled back and we ran around the corner. I wasn't scared about riding the motorcycle this time. But, I was a little scared that I actually was falling for Soul.