Song Name ; Kissing A Fool / George Michael

Pairing ; Soul x Maka

Genre ; Romance. Yum.

Rating ; T for implied… um… you'll see.

Oneshot Number ; Eight.

Recommended By ; I just love the song. That's all.

A/N ; I'm mentally kicking myself for dropping these… Soul Eater has just been so difficult to write lately. I found this, though, thought I'd post it.

He knew it was too good to be true. The moment he saw her necking with him... he ran. He had thought it was real. He had believed it to the very bottom of his heart. And he had loved her. His heart was pounding so hard against his chest that he couldn't feel his aching pain anymore.

Panting, he collapsed just in front of his small apartment. He fumbled to get the door open, and stumbled inside, almost drunkenly. He flopped onto the couch, the back of his hand covering his face.

Sighing heavily, it was then that he began to cry. Why couldn't he do anything right? He always screwed up; he always pushed her away, bit by bit. He made things awkward, made them embarrassing. It was no surprise she had left him to hang all over that fool.

He could still feel her lips on his skin, her breath causing sparks to fly and driving him over the edge until he just had to have his way with her. Now... it probably would never be that way again.

He lost track of time after that, but eventually, he heard a knock on the door. He struggled to get up and open it, but when he did, he was faced with the stony expression of the girl who had just broken his heart.

"What are you doing here?" He managed to whisper, blinking to make sure this was real.

"You're an idiot, you know." She replied, almost coldly. He shook his head about to reply, when her lips crashed onto his. "He," she panted, pulling him close, "came onto me. I don't want anything to do with that pervert," She finished, taking no time to kiss him.

After a moment of being stunned, he kissed her back, fervently and desperately, needing to prove he wasn't dreaming. She shut the door, throwing her arms around him, her lips grazing softly over his neck, her breath ghosting over his lips, leaving him breathless as she locked the door, shoving him onto the couch.

This was what he had wanted, their breath mingling and the room growing warm, the air becoming thick with anticipation. This is what he wanted, always.