AN: Hey guys! souleaterfangal123 here! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I was overcome by the horrible disease called laziness. I'll try my best to write more though and update every one of my stories one at a time! Anyways, I know that I have a line up of song requests for this story, but my friend wanted this song when I told her about this collection of songfic one-shots. Just a warning, it's kinda sad again, but not as depressing and dark the 'My Immortal' inspired chapter. So, enjoy!~
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, nor do I own 'A Little Too Not Over You' by David Archuleta.
~Oohhhh oh, oh..
It never crossed my mind at all.
It's what I tell myself.
What we had has come and gone.
You're better off with someone else.~
I walk behind my meister, Maka and her boyfriend. She laughed at something he said as they held hands. I remember when me and her used to do that. When we would hold hands walking through the school, when we would hug every time we made up after a fight, when she would smile that goofy grin of hers whenever she tried to cheer me up. Then Kid came along. Turns out that he liked her, and they started going out. I then became a third wheel.
I hear her giggle as I snapped out of my thoughts and saw Kid kissing her cheek lightly. He smiled at her when he pulled away and she lightly smiled back, blushing. 'C'mon Soul, knock it off! She's happy with him. You don't want to mess her happiness up, do you?' I think before growling to myself, stopping and placing a hand on my forehead.
The truth is, I'm in love with my miester. I thought that she loved me too, but I guess she didn't otherwise she wouldn't be with Kid. She would be with me. I spread my fingers and look through. They were gone, probably still walking hand-in-hand, forgetting about me. I put my hands in my pockets, sighing.
~It's for the best, I know it is.
But I see you.
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside,
And I turn around.
You're with him now.
I just can't figure it out.~
I stand there, alone in the empty hallway. To tell the truth, it hurts. It hurts like hell. It hurts to see her with him, it hurts to see them kiss, it hurts knowing that I'm not the reason she smiles anymore. But if it means I have to be miserable for the rest of my life to make her happy, then I will be miserable without any complaints. I guess that's just how much I love Maka. Maka Albarn, the flat-chested bookworm with a temper. Yes, I, Soul Eater Evans, 'Mr. Cool Guy', the symbol of coolness itself, was in love with her. I smile sadly as I turn around and walk the opposite direction.
~Tell me why you're so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.
Not over you...~
"Hey Soul?" Maka called, wearing her red jeans and yellow sweater along with a white apron, leaving her hair down for once. The lights made her emerald green eyes sparkle. "What do you want?" She peered at me, holding a frying pan in one hand.
I smirk as I stand up from the couch, walk over to her and wrap my arms around from behind. "Simple. I want you." I chuckled as she blushed madly.
The memory faded as I blinked, shaking my head and looking at the T.V again. I'm completely over her though. Silence passes between me and the muted T.V, it's light casting shadows across the living room. "Who am I kidding, there's no way I'll ever get over her..." I spoke to the television as a male laughed silently.
"Shut up! You don't know what it feel's like!" I yell, throwing a pillow at it, only for it to flop on the ground, not doing any harm. I growl as I fall to my side, lying there in the darkness, the T.V being the only source of light in the dark living room. The reason why I was all alone at the moment: Maka was at Kid's place.
~Memories, supposed to fade.
What's wrong with my heart?
Shake it off, let it go.
Didn't think it'd be this hard.~
After a few hours of me laying there, the door silently opened as my miester walked in, smiling. "Hey Soul." She greeted, taking off her shoes.
"Yo." I mutter, moving my gaze from her to look at the T.V again, already knowing what was coming.
She giggled, sitting on the side of the couch. "Kid is so sweet and romantic! He set the table up, pulled my chair out, and everything! It was great!" She gushed, blushing slightly as she recalled what happened. She does this every time. She smiles and talks about Kid like he's her knight in shining armor or something, and being as dense as she is, she has no idea that it feels like small stabs to my heart every time. I really should let go of her and then the pain will stop, but I can't. It's so not cool and I don't understand why I can't move on.
~Should be strong, movin' on.
But I see you.
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside.
And I turn around,
You're with him now.
I just can't figure it out.~
After she was finished her blabbering about Kid, she excused herself and went to bed, leaving me in the dark living room. Alone. I turn off the television, making the room go pitch black. I lay down on the couch, head hitting the soft couch cushion as I let out a small yawn. I gradually close my eyes, exhaustion and weariness putting me to sleep.
That night, my dreams were of Maka and Kid. They got married, had a child, and lived happily together, and all I could do was watch. I couldn't do anything. When I woke up, I had tears in my eyes.
"So not cool..." I mutter, wiping them before looking around the sunlit living room.
~Tell me why you're so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.~
"Hey Soul, I'm going to go with Kid to the movies tonight. Just a heads up." Maka said, walking into the living room, tying her hair into their usual pigtails.
"Yeah, whatever." Was all I managed to say. She walked into the kitchen as she got her breakfast as I headed to my room to get changed, both of us getting ready for another day of school.
After we finished getting ready, we both headed out the door. Maka closed it before running to the academy, probably excited to see Kid again as I just walked there. This happens every morning. She leaves me in the dust while she runs to see her 'knight in shining armor' again.
~Maybe I regret everything I said,
No way to take it all back, yeah...
Now I'm on my own..
How I let you go, I'll never understand.
I'll never understand, yeah, oohh..
Oohhh, oohhh, oohhhh..
Oohhh, ooohhhh, oohhh.~
I stare straight ahead as I watch her jump into his arms in the front of the academy, smiling widely before kissing him. He grew a faint blush, kissing her back as he held her close. I roll my eyes as I walk right past them, into the DWMA. All alone.
...
But then again, I guess that's what I get for thinking that Maka actually liked me as something more then her best friend. More then her weapon. More then just her partner. I walk around the school in boredom as I waited for the classes to start, engrossed in my own thoughts.
~Tell me why you're so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.~
I release a sigh as I reached Class Crescent Moon. I look around, and what do you know, for once I'm not late. I sit beside my miester who was currently talking with Kid, smiling as she had a love-struck gaze to her eyes. I start to draw random things in boredom, waiting for the teacher to come in, and hopefully put a stop to their flirting, because personally, I don't think I can handle more of this heartache or whatever it's called.
Kid sat up, lightly kissing her lips before turning to face the front as Dr. Stein rolled in on his chair, at the exact time I snapped my pencil in anger. If only I was the one that was able to look at Maka like that. To be able to kiss her and hold her, whenever and where ever, must be great. God dammit, I really have to move on from her. She's with Kid. Why can't I just accept that? My red eyes glanced at the snapped pencil in my hand, and oh, how I wish that it was Kid's neck I just snapped.
~Tell me why you're so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
And I really don't know what to do.
I'm just a little too not over you.
Not over you, oohhh...~
After school ended, I stormed all the way home. Maka and Kid have been together for about eight months now, and he offered Maka a promise ring... She accepted it. Tears stung at my eyes, but I didn't let them fall... I couldn't let them fall, not where people could see me. If someone caught me crying, that would be so uncool. I ran the rest of the way home, knowing that Maka went with Kid to the park. Maka - with her bright green emerald eyes, dirty-blonde hair in her usual pigtails, pale skin, pink lips, and nice hands... Her right hand wearing Kid's promise ring.
I opened the door, slamming it shut. I took my shoes off and just shrugged my school bag off, letting it fall onto the floor with a loud 'thud'. I jumped onto the couch, and even though I hate to admit it, I broke. Mr. Cool guy, is crying, over a bookworm. Ha, it's almost enough to make me laugh... Almost.
However, that bookworm was the source of my happiness.
She was my best friend.
She was my savoir.
Emphasis on was.
Now, whenever I think of her, yes, just the mere thought of her, hurts me, no matter how uncool that sounds, I could really care less at the moment.
...
...
...
After I finished crying, which still wasn't cool in my opinion, I fell asleep on the couch once again, my eyes closing. I was tired. Just tired of hurting, tired of crying, tired of this sick feeling called 'love'. I was just... Tired. Maybe, when I wake back up, Maka will finally figure out how much her being with Kid hurts me. Maybe.
AN: I'm thinking of making this one-shot songfic into a two-shot songfic, but using a surprise request by you guys. What do you think? Do you think I should leave it as it is and just continue on with the requests, or should I use one of the songs requested to make this one-shot into a two-shot? Please tell me your thoughts!
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