"No, Soul. My name goes first, yours goes second." A certain Maka Albarn tugged tightly on the sash that hung around Soul's waist. "Maka and Soul. Can't you hear how it rolls off the tounge?" She tugged harder, her hands digging straight into the fabric, tearing it slightly.

"Apparently this is a serious fucking matter." Soul stood still, his eyes watching the sash as it stretched from his body. "Maka." She, still struggling, was now talking to herself. The girl was mumbling some sort of hex or curse, as she wriggled around, her hands still clasped around the dinky little sash. "Maka." Soul slightly touched Maka's head, her eye's looking into his. A bead of sweat dripped down her cheek. She then sheepishly remarked, "But Maka and Soul sounds so much better."

"I know. Let go of the sash."

She did so. And then they stood there, in the bustling auditorium. Maka slightly looking around as Soul remained still, his focus clear. "Maka."

"Yes Soul?"

"Look at me."

She did so. Then a kiss. And in the pure bliss of the moment a smile crept onto Soul's once serious face. "But…Soul and Maka sounds so much better." Soul then frolicked along, leaving poor Maka to care for herself in the best way that she could, chasing after her boyfriend. And as she shuffled past groups of people, her eyes looking out for that white tuft of hair among the few, she unknowingly past by her two best friends, who watched her like hawks.

"I still can't believe no one is going against Soul and Maka for prom king and queen." Kid sipped his drink slightly. He shifted his eyes toward Black*Star, expecting an answer.

"What's that Kid?" The boy then dropped a heavy cardboard box onto the unsuspecting foot of Death the Kid in an abrupt manner. The symmetrical child could swear he heard a bone crack as he screamed in pain, slamming his fists on the ground, causing a scene nobody was interested in.

"DEAR GOD MY PORTPORTAONAL BODY!" He shouted from his chest, his voice rang around.

"Kid." Black*Star squatted to the boy's level, "Not to be too rough on you. But you should really be helping out to prepare for prom. I mean, your pretty useless huh?"

"I. AM. NOT!" Kid gasped, inhaling deep breaths of pain. "I was unpacking a few boxes of stuff only a few moments ago. UNTIL YOU, YOU CLUMSY FOOL, SHOWED UP! NOW IM USELESS LIKE YOU. USELESS AND UNPORPORTAINAL."

It took a while for Black*Star to concentrate on the screaming boy, his mind was buzzing from all the noise around him. "Hey Kid, do you know why nobody is going against Soul and Maka for prom king and queen?" He piped up.

"Well I was asking the same thing to you only moments ago!" Kid hoppled up, leaning against the table, muttering to himself until he had more to say on the matter, "I think it's because…everyone knows that they'll win anyway." Kid, looking around, then extended his hand and pointed his finger to the crowd. "I mean look at them!"

Black*Star followed Kid's eyes. There he spotted Soul and Maka, carrying about, frolicking through the people like they were a patch of daises. "Oh."

"I mean seriously, it's disgusting!" Kid muttered some more, looking away sharply.

"Kid…" Black*Star grew a grin so wide it reached ear to ear, "Are you…," He made sure to whisper the last part, "Jealous?"

Kid's blush was red. And he screamed some sort of nonsense at Black*Star, causing another scene no one cared for.

"Kid…" Black*Star chuckled, "If you are so…interested about why no one is going against Maka and Soul, then you should enter yourself!"

"That's completely irrelevant." Kid rubbed his toe, "I don't want to win, and even if I did enter who would I enter with!"

After a pause. "We should make it like a game!" Black*Star's raspy voice shrieked.

"Wha-?"

"Look! Whoever wins gets Maka AND a trip to chuck e. motherfucking cheese's! Isn't that the best plan eve-?"

Kid then drifted of into the dreams of his childhood where he remembered the first and last time of his Chuck E. Cheese's days, when he would caress the machines and all their proportional glory. Where he would count each ball in the ball pit to see if they added up in to an even number. Ah the glory days ended soon though. When the filth started to gather, when a ball pit ball would get lost and only 161 balls remained! When the screaming of dirty children could be heard from all angles! When the pits of Satan would rise from the stage onto which chuck e. would dangle helplessly from a wire strangled around his neck. (It's a very plausible fact that chuck e. cheese's was the cause of Kid's OCD.)

"Kid?" Black*Star shuffled around, his hand waving in front of Kid's mind, creating a barrier between kid's present and dark childhood days. "So kid? Is it a deal?"

"Yeahwhatever." Kid spilt out, his words clashed together, he shook Black*Star's hand, unknowingly what he got himself into. But before he could stop Black*Star from running over to the signup sheets to fill in both their names, Kid was already lost in Chuck e.'s world of never ending diseases and broken machines.

Maka couldn't believe it. Not only was Black*Star and Kid going up for prom king and queen but also was half of the student body! It seemed as if Black*Star and Kid's reputation increased dramatically. Apparently as soon as Black*Star finished writing his name, many others began to pile around the signup sheet. They were the school's idols, the fashionistas! Much to Kid's dismay, Black*Star didn't understand the process of the signup sheet, so he mistakenly filled him and Kid going as a couple. It was now a race. A fucking battle.

Maka of course went to the principal and knocked on his door violently. And Soul merely watched, from the corner of the secretary's office, as his girlfriend fended off a few security guards and the secretary's poodle only wielding a stapler and a few rubber bands. The image of Maka beating the innocent life out of a security guard with a staple will never leave Soul's mind and will most likely haunt him forever. But, what would go down in the principal's office, he just didn't want to see. So casually, he walked off, his last thought wishing the principal a soft death.

Maka was suspended for 3 days after rupturing the principal's skull with a lead pipe. So since his prom queen was gone Soul was the lone survivor in the battle. Personally, Soul didn't care much for prom, he didn't care much for school either. But Maka, now Maka, he cared about her. It was then decided, Soul was going to sabotage, and no one was going to stop him.

"Ah Ox! My man!" Soul sat heavily next to the bald child. Ox looked terrified, his mouth full of peanut butter and jelly, a tear slowly made it's way down his cheek. Soul chirped, "how's that sandwich my little bald friend?"

No reply. Soul merely looked around the table. "Get lost." He mumbled. Every individual got up and left, each stumbling about, leaving their food there. Soul helped himself.

While chewing furiously the boy watched as Ox slowly gulped his bite down. "So Ox." He started.

"Yes…Soul Eater Evans?"

"Wha- Do you call everyone by their full names now?" Soul chewed up another tot. "That's weird. You're fucking weird. Listen, I need some dirt on Black*Star and Kid."

Ox, readying himself to take another bite of his sandwich, watched as his snack got taken away and was thrown halfway across the lunchroom. "Ox. Details. Now."

"I…t-thought you, Kid and Black*Star were friends."

"WERE." Soul took another tot, "were friends. But now Ox. Now it's war."

"But Soul, aren't you too "cool" for Prom?" Ox used that term loosly. Even though it was practically Soul's catchphrase and entire being, no one in the school is really allowed to say the word cool anymore without giving Soul at least a dollar. Also, if you look up the word cool in the dictionary Soul Eater Evans can incredibly be written write below it for example. Much to his dismay, Soul's brother Wes is also another example of the word cool. But that's another pity tale for another day.

"Well if you want dirt you know my policy." Ox dryly responded.

Soul, staring at a tot in one hand, curled Ox's single strand of hair in another. "Fine Ox." Soul tugged on the hair, "What do you want?"

Ox gulping down fear, "Go to the library." Soul winced. "And get me a book."

"That's it?" Soul stood up but was quickly seated back down.

"Not THAT kind of book." Ox blushed, "You know."

Soul's smirk was wide, "Oh I KNOW." He got up, took a tot and left.

A/N sTOP sTOP sTOP sTOP Hah you think I was kidding about the that Satan bs in Chuck E. Cheese's? I can only wish I was fooling around.

I CAN ONLY WISH.

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