"I don't care about whether or not you have the book you want! Books are so boring and lame! They-" I yelled at Maka.

"And you! You and thinking that you're the coolest guy in the entire academy! God Soul you're so full of yourself! You're becoming just like Black Star!" she snapped back at me.

"Go to hell Maka! We both know no one is as full of themselves as Black Star is!" I spat.

"You are such on asshole! I thought you changed! But noooooo! You are still the same as when I met you five years ago!" she yelled before falling silent as she watched me closely, "Does scythe boy wanna go play with Blair!" she spat, with venom dripping from every word she spoke.

I took in a long breath, trying to calm down. For crying out loud, I've been with her for just under a week and I'm fighting with her over something stupid.

"Maka," I camly said, even though my voice was shaky as hell, "I love you, I really do. And this whole fight is stupid. I know how much you love your books, and I never should have snapped at you for something like that. And I will admit I can be a bit full of myself at times."

"I-it's okay. I love you too, Soul," she said before planting a kiss on my cheek, causing tremors of excitement to roll down my spine, "and I never should have snapped at you for constantly calling yourself the coolest guy in the academy."

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close and tight. She was more delicate than most people thought she was. Her father is a player and a cheater, and her mother, well, she never sees her. She just gets letters from her every so often. I understand her more than anyone else because mt parents died when I was five or six years old. Wes is the only real family I have left in the world.

"Maka, I never want to lose you, you mean too much to me to ever let you go," I said as I started to feel tears well up in my eyes.

"And I never want to lose you, Soul," she said as she looked up at me, her big green eyes sparkling more than ever.

We stood in the middle of our living room, not daring to let the other leave. Maka buried her face in my chest with her eyes closed and a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. I decided to rest my head on top of hers and go over everything that had just happened 5 minutes ago while trying not to cry at the memory of losing my parents and the thought of losing Maka. Losing her would be like killing off the mother of a child and hoping it would be able to fend for itself, it just doesn't work.

"Blair! Get the door will ya!" I called when I heard a knock on the door.

"Anything for scythie boy," she sung.

I heard the door hit the wall hard as someone ran into out apartment.

"MAAAAAKAAAAA!" yelled Spirit as he burst into the living room.

"God, why my father of all people?" Maka grumbled into my shirt.

"ARE YOU OKAY?! DID HE HURT YOU? WHY ARE-"

WHACK!

"God, he's annoying," Maka flatly said as she put her arm back around my waist.

"I couldn't agree more," I mumbled as I kissed the top of her head.