DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER JUST THE IDEA

The two had met when they were three. He had come to visit his grandfather from England and she lived behind his grandfather. Her parents were friends with the old man and Maka was friends with his grandson. Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans stayed in touch even after her mother died. The youngest Evans child never left her side and both were happy when he had come to live with his aging grandfather. So once they had raced through Eibon middle school and joined band their friends and themselves had become the popular kids at Shibusen Academy. Maka was the top of the school, color guard captain and first chair flute. Soul was head drummer with Blackstar as his co-captain. The Thompson sisters easily made first and second chair saxophone whilst Kid became eighth chair refusing to go any higher or lower. Tsubaki and Crona were last being first and third chair clarinets. Now as they entered their sophomore year Soul and Maka decided to take their friendship to the next level, bringing us to our story.

"You want to what?" Maka asked as she sat straighter in the rolling chair of Hank Evans garage. Soul Evans smiled as he leaned back on the car he was working on. He was covered in grease and wore a simple white top with baggy blue jean pants.

"I want to date. Come on tiny tits we've known each other for ages we're pretty much dating already." He smirked as she tightened her pigtails.

"Why are you suddenly interested in a love life?" Maka asked before standing up and straightening out her black mini skirt and red quarter top.

"Because we are about to start sophomore year and idiots are going to notice your curves." He stated bluntly. "Besides, I'm about finished with the mustang here." He smiled pointing his thumb at the slick black convertible. Maka had helped him work on the car since seventh grade. Both held a simple pride with the creation plus once it was finished she had claim to it when he decided to use his motorcycle.

"Fine, but you get to tell my dad." She replied giving in to his charm. Soul smirked as he turned to keep working on the car's engine. Maka turned back to the laptop to finish reading the newest car engine types to relay to the albino friend…no boyfriend. This was going to be weird.

"Pass me a cookie pigtails." He called out as his head poked out from under the hood. Maka eyed the last homemade chocolate chip cookie Hank had made them before stuffing it in her mouth.

"There isn't anymore." She said simply as she swallowed the cookie. Soul eyed her with scrutinized crimson orbs.

"Liar." He deadpanned.

"What there isn't any more look!" Maka said wide eyed as she showed him the empty container.

"Because you ate the last one!" he snapped both falling into the normal arguments they had. Neither had noticed the elderly man walk into the garage and sit another steaming plate of cookies on the desk.

"Don't forget you have band practice in an hour kids." He announced as he exited the room.

"Why do we have to have band practice in July? School doesn't start till August. That's three weeks from now!" Soul growled taking a fresh cookie and moaning into the taste.

"Because we are the best in the state and have to practice to stay the best." Maka stated with pride as she grabbed the cookie her boyfriend was reaching for.

"My cookie!" she snarled.

"But I like the cookie." Soul whimpered teary eyed. Maka merely smiled as she bit the cookie making her boyfriend burst into tears. Yep a long year this would be. Maka shook her head as she left the garage to get ready for the afternoon band practice.

AN/ YEAH JUST A PROLAUGE. ANYWAY NEXT WE GET BAND PRACTICE. THIS IS MAINLY BASED OFF MY SCHOOL BAND SO YEAH THIS SHIT IS TRUE. LOL