I am musically talented, unlike what I tell Soul and everyone else. I use it as my shield, my protection from the world. When I play, I pour my soul into it, expressing all of my feelings, including love.
Yes, love. I was in love with someone: Soul. Only thing is, he brings home new girls every day. It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything, but I get crazy jealous when I see him kissing them. I just have to suck it up and bear it. Recently I've been seeing one particular girl with him constantly. Currently, this girl, Clara, is yelling at him. I grab an idea from that and start a new sheet of music, starting to write/sing synonymously. I play the guitar in one hand and write with the other.
"You're on the phone with your girlfriend,
She's upset,
She's going off about something that you said,
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do. "
I hear the front door slam and more yelling. It's Soul. "YES, THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE! WE ARE OVER!" I can't help but feel a bit satisfied, and slightly hopeful.
"I'm in my room,
It's a typical tuesday night,
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like,
And she'll never know your story
Like I do.
'Cause she wears short skirts,
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers.
Dreaming 'bout the day
My voice gets louder here.
When you wake up and find,
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time!
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see,
You belong with me,
You belong with me.
Tears start dripping down from my eyes, but I keep singing and playing. I stop writing eventually.
Walk in the streets with you and your one-eyed jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself,
Hey isn't this easy!
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town,
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down!
I hear Soul storming up the stairs, but I keep playing. This was my song to him.
You say you're fine
I know you better than that.
Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels
I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers.
Dreaming about the day when you wake up to find that what you're
Looking for
Has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see?
You belong with me,
You belong with me.
I strum the last chord of the song, letting my tears flow freely. I want Soul to hear my anguish, my love, and my frustration. Suddenly, I feel warm arms around me. "What happened to not being musically inclined?" "What happened to all those girls you kissed? I bet they're crying, too. Go comfort them." He pouts cutely. "But I want to comfort you. What's wrong?" I don't want to tell him directly that I'm in love with him. "Nothing you can fix." He wasn't in love with me. "You didn't hear?" "Hear what?" Soul asks, confused. "I'll tell you exactly what's wrong." I strum it, and start again, even though my hands are aching. "I kind of dedicated this to you." After I stopped, I looked at him, not knowing what to expect. "The reason I go with those girls, is because I pretend they're you. But they're not," Soul says looking at me with those gorgeous red eyes as he reads the doubt on my face. "Truth is, I tried to forget about you with them." That only made me cry harder. "You baka, if you love a girl, you tell her!" He looks at me, and says, "I am" as he presses his lips to mine. My first kiss, stolen by Soul.
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SoMa One-Shots
FanfictionYep. The classic Soul Eater story: Soul and Maka falling in love, over and over and over again.