Memory Status: Lost (SoulxMaka FanFic)

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Ok, guys, I need some help. I'm not sure where I want to go with this story. Any suggestions that aren't "Go with whatever comes to you"?

I really don't want to give up, I really, really don't. I've given up on too many in the past. So if you have any ideas, let me know, ok?

Either way, here's a preview of Chapter 11: Soul so far...

It isn't until I've-yet again-managed to loose myself in the city that I remember that staying on the streets is not my only option. I dial the number and think about what is going on: I'm in the middle of a strange city at 2 A.M., I just had a huge fight with the one person who I could truly trust, and I have nowhere to stay.

She answers on the second ring. "Soul?" she croaks, obviously having been woken up.

I decide to cut straight to the chase. "Okay, look. Maka kicked me out. I need somewhere to stay."

"'Kay... so what do you want from me?"

I groan, aggravated that she won't just assume what I want from her. It's obvious she knows... "Can... can I, uh, stay with you for a few days?"

I can almost hear her grin. "Sure. Where are you?"

"Um... Not quite sure." I hang my head. I briefly describe what is around me: a closed coffee shop, a weird trinket shop with a black-haired girl looking through the aisles, and a small, dark side alley with two figures pressed up against a wall. I cringe in slight disgust.

"Be there in a second," she says, hanging up the phone before I can reply.

I look through the apps on my phone, most of which are normal: gaming apps, Facebook, etc. But then one catches my eye, even though it is a totally normal and preinstalled. Notes.

I tap on it, and a page opens. It looks like a screwed-up grocery list:

1. toILet paper

2. OliVE oil

3. Yams

4. baby Oil

5. orange jUice

What is up with all of the weird capitalizations, I think, and then I scroll down farther, and I see a name I was hoping not to see, the name of a bitch who did this to me: Sofie.

I quickly look through my contacts, and I find Sofie's number and call her. I briefly think that Oh, huh, it's like 1 am... heh... oops, sorry, but then I think better of it. She did this to me. The least she deserves is to be woken up at 1 am.

"What?" she growls.

"What's up with the effed up grocery list on my phone?"