A.N. Sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but I'm recovering from surgery, so I have some time to write.

Kid POV

Maka and I had met each other in the library after school several times scince the first night, and each time we got a little closer. And each time we stayed a little longer. Yet each time we read a little less.

The piles of books we checked out each time slowly dwindled down as we finished studying and reading what we needed, and got to know each other more.

Maka hated her father for being a womanizer, and wished her mother were close enough to see. She could remember every time she had found her father with a woman other than her mother, and hung onto every memory with a twinge of hate, and regret for not seeing what was coming sooner.

I missed the days when my father and I would have time to read and discuss things together, and he would teach me things about the world that I would someday help lead. I missed my mother, yet could barely remember her.

We helped each other grow in that library, and to let go of the past. We learned more about school, and about life together.

And soon I wanted to be more than friends.

Maka POV

Kid and I were getting closer, I could tell. And I wanted to be more than friends. I could see that he did as well. Soul was overly suspicious about what I did at the library, and even though I repeated to him over and over that it was only reading, only studying, he didn't but it. To tell the truth, neither did I.

This was about more than grades, I thought, getting ready to meet up with Kid at the library for the last time before the weekend. I had started to act more and more like kid, In the way I dressed, talked, and thought.

This was starting to feel like love.

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"Maka! How are you?" Kid asked as I walked into the library, wearing my now customary outfit of a black and red checkered skirt, white shirt, and baggy black sweater.

"I'm good, what about you?"

Kid smiled, and replied, "I'm wonderful."

He had changed over the time that we had spent together as well. His obsession with symmetry still had quite a hold on him, but was slightly lessening, to the point that he alowed Liz and Patty to dress however they pleased.

We sat down and began reading over and discussing various books, but neither of us had out full attention on the literature.

When it was time to leave, we were less than happy to part ways.

so Kid did something unexpected.

"Maka, would you like me to walk you home?"

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We chatted and laughed about nothing all the way there, and reached the door all to soon.

"well, goodnight Kid." I said, opening the door.

"Maka, wait," he said, and grabbed my hand.

I turned around, and he kissed me. Not for long, and not very hard. Just a gentle and sweet peck. When the kiss ended, he smiled.

"Goodnight, Maka."

He called Beelzebub, and flew away.

I stepped inside the house, heart beating fast and face flushed.

"You ok, Maka?" Called Soul.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I called, and ran into my room and flung myself onto the bed, grabbed my pillow, and squealed.

I was a girl, and I was in love.

Pretty much the worst combination on earth.

A.N. Sorry for the short chapter, but squeeeeeeee! Made them kiss!