OMGoodness! The last time I updated this story was... *looks up last update date and is flabbergasted* EXACTLY 7 MONTHS AGO? Please no pitchfork throwing, I beg you! So I finally finished this story~! *coughbouttimecough* I really like the ending, though. It's very fluffy! And this chapter starts with the chorus to the namesake of this fic, as well. So, please enjoy the last chapter! I don't own Soul Eater or the song "L is for Loser".

"~'L is for loser' she said. 'What were you thinking? What's going on inside your head?'~"

Soul sleepily reached for his cellphone, wishing he'd picked a different ringtone. The alarm clock glared a red "2:00 am" at him as he literally rolled out of bed with a crash he hoped Wes wouldn't hear. Answering the phone, Soul yawned out a "Hello?"

"Soul?" a timid voice replied.

"Maka?" he asked in disbelief, sitting up instantly.

"Soul!" Maka exclaimed happily. "I wasn't sure if it was the right number because it was stuck randomly in my address book."

"Maka, why are you calling so late? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come get you!" He said everything out of pure concern for her safety rather than eagerness to see her again despite the two years of no contact.

"Papa doesn't know where I am..."

"What? Are you lost or something? Were you kidnapped?"

"No! I... I ran away from home, Soul... I know Mama moved away from Death City a year ago, but Death City is closer to where I lived, so... I'm here in town at the train station."

"What? You're seriously here in Death City?" he exclaimed, now on his feet.

"Yeah... Soul... can I stay with you...?"

She was really home and asking to stay with him. Of course he couldn't turn her down. "Yeah, hang tight, I'll be there in a bit!"

…

The girl at the train station couldn't have possibly been Maka. The girl before Soul had multiple ear piercings, a black leather jacket, and the shortest skirt the boy had ever seen. But when she said his name, he couldn't help but picture the little girl he'd known so long ago.

"You... You've changed..." he said upon his arrival.

"Well, so did you..." she said shyly, suddenly away of the length of her skirt.

He was pleased to see that she really hadn't changed much. Just in appearance. He also noted that he was now taller than her. It had always bugged him that she'd been taller than him when she'd lived in Death City. "Come on," he said, motioning for her to follow him. "Let's go home."

One uncomfortably silent walk to Wes' home later, the pair entered the house as quietly as possible so as to not wake the owner. "Get any sleep on the way over here?" Soul whispered to Maka.

Cracking her back, she replied, "The seats on the train weren't exactly comfortable..."

"Kay, then you get my bed."

"What? No, it's your bed, so you get it."

"No, you're the guest, you get the bed."

"But it's your bed. So you get it."

This continued for a few minutes until Maka finally said, "Fine, I'll take the bed if you do too." Her defiant stance with her arms crossed in front of her chest told Soul that he couldn't win this argument. So instead, he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and took her to his room to set her on the bed.

Before she could question him, he turned to his dresser and flung a baggy T-shirt over his head to hit her square in the face. Yanking the clothing from her face, she saw him leaving. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Just get changed into that. It can be pajamas..." he said as he closed the door. A few minutes later, he reentered and crawled into bed, rolling over so his back was to Maka. "Night..."

"Um... Soul...?" Maka began. "I... really haven't changed at all..."

"Uh huh... Night..."

"I mean it... And you haven't changed either..." She fiddled with her hands as she laid herself down next to him. Staring up at the ceiling, she continued, "I haven't changed, you haven't changed, things between us haven't changed..." She paused briefly, waiting for his response. He didn't reply, but she could tell he was still listening. "But... I want things to change... I don't want to be that little girl that lived down the street from you... I want... I want to be a part of your life..."

Now confused, he turned to her and said, "You are a part of my life, stupid."

"No, I mean, I want..." She sighed in defeat. "I don't know what I want... And it's selfish anyway..."

"It's okay to be selfish sometimes," he reassured her.

"I guess... If I had to sum it up... if I had to say what I want... it'd be you... It's always been you..."

Suddenly, Soul pulled her head down to have it lay on his chest. Before she could respond, he said, "I was supposed to say it before you, you know? Jeez..." Blushing, she opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her. "Just go to sleep, Loser..." So she did as she was told.

…

"Soul, breakfast!" Wes announced, throwing open the door to Soul's room. There he discovered Soul and Maka fast asleep, holding each other tightly. The older brother smiled and left, pulling the door closed behind him. "Sweet dreams..." he whispered.