-I absolutely do not own any of these characters! They all belong to Soul Eater I swear!-

Chapter 1 Pen Pals and Admirations

'Dear D.K.,

You really do get me don't you? We're practically the same person! We've read the same books, love the same films, and even enjoy the same coffee and tea every morning, I wish I could be this way with my roommate but he's "a cool dude" who doesn't understand at all. I can still remember the first day we officially wrote to each other- you liked my blog- and then this became my daily ritual- writing to you! I hope one day we can meet in person…

But, now you have to tell me your opinion on For Whom the Bell Tolls...'

After finishing my latest letter to my dearest Pen Pal, D.K., I stashed it in an envelope and sealed it quickly. 'I dream everyday of meeting him in person…I wonder what he looks like…'

I've been writing to him for almost two years now. We meet through my blog, though now I don't even update it, I have too much on my plate to drabble in such silly things. I have to make Soul a death scythe first…'WAIT! That reminds me…" I snap my head towards the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand...' It's 6:45?' I drop the envelope and it falls to the floor.

"SOUUUUUUULLLLLL!" I shriek running into Soul's room and ripping his sheets off of him. He's clad only in boxers and is curled into a ball. He curls into himself more, trying to escape the light. Soul groans and I see a hint of his blood-red eyes show themselves.

"What the hell? I'm tired Maka…" He pinches his eyes shut again and covers them with his palms sluggishly.

"NO .NOT. NOW." I yank him up so he's sitting on the end of his bed, slouching. I rummage through his dresser, tossing clothes behind me at him, hitting him in the face. "We're so late it's not even funny! Class starts in fifteen minutes and there's NO WAY IN HELL that I'm going to be late! Get dressed!" I dash into my room and slide in front of my dresser, yanking my clothes out and swiftly dressing myself.

As I'm hopping on one foot trying to slip my white and black boots on down the hall, I look into Soul's room to check on his progress. Soul's sitting on the edge of his bed. Still slouched. He hasn't moved.

…."MAAAAKAAAAA…..CHOP!" I smash the biggest dictionary I have into his head to shift him into high gear.

"OWW! WHAT THE HELL MAKA?" He shouts rubbing his head.

"Unless you want another Maka chop, I suggest you become decent by the time I count to ten." I hissed at him, holding the dictionary next to my head, glaring at him maliciously.

"One…." Soul bolts upright and yanks his pants on and starts to pick up his shirt.

"Two…." He pulls the white shirt over his head, and grabs his white and black jacket and buttons it up.

"Three…" He scrambles for his shoes and finds them tossed on the other side of the room.

"Four…" He's stomped them on and placed his headband around his scalp, out of breath and relieved.

"Good. Now hurry up we've gotta leave!" I grab his hand and slam his door shut, running for the front door. I slam it shut after Soul's been pulled through too. I halt to a stop, re-open the door, grab the keys on the small table next the door, lock it and run to Soul's motorcycle. Soul's waiting for me already.

"Hop on!" He shouts over the engine. I nod and flip gracefully onto the motorcycle as he takes off. And our day begins.