since college is about to start in 20 days might as well kick it off with a mix

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Zack and Miri.

“It’s just sex, Soul. We do it, it’s done, and good bye student loans!”

“Have you ever even had sex, Maka?”

She turned bright red. “That’s not the point?”

“Wait—you haven’t, have you?”

“Shut up,"she growled. "Why do you think so many people were willing to sign up for this stupid webcast? It’s not important.”

His jaw dropped. He started shaking his head. “I can’t—I’m not gonna—you’re my best friend and this is—”

“Soul,” she sighed, pulling on one pigtail in her frustration. She hadn’t worn her hair that way since high school, but people wanted to see innocence defiled here and she would deliver. “In 2 hours, we have—what—5000 people paying 20 bucks each to watch this. Just for us, to have sex, once. You were all about this two weeks ago and you’re gonna back out on me now?! You know what—fine—I’ll just call Kid or Star—” she stormed over to her purse, fumbled with her phone. His hand was on her wrist in a flash.

“No, don’t. I’ll—I’ll do it. Better me than them,” he mumbled unhappily. “I just wish you hadn’t—you weren’t—” He sighed.

“It’s only sex,” she repeated quietly. So she had long repressed feelings for him, so what? It would only be sex for him, and she loved him, so her first time would mean something for her. Plus, they would be paid—a lot. It was a win all around. He might not realize the part about her feelings, but that was really beside the point. So why was he so—

could this mean that he had never…?

“Wait—have you ever had sex?” She searched his face as he went scarlet, his eyes on the floor. He didn’t answer, so she pushed the issue.

“Well?” she asked impatiently.

“That’s not—” He shook his head again.

“Shit, you haven’t, have you? Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Soul. I just figured, with all those girls who threw themselves at you in high school you would have—”

“Maka,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in the oddest mix of flustered exasperation. “We’ve been best friends since middle school. You know I never dated any of those girls. When did you think—”

“I don’t know,” she threw up he hands in frustration. “I just figured at a party or something—”

“No,” he sounded angry, hurt. “I did not hook up with some random chick at a party. Fuck, Maka—there’s only been one girl I’ve really wanted. One. And she was off limits. So no, I haven’t done this, but that’s not the point. I know how you feel about casual sex with your dad and all and I don’t wanna—”

She supposed she should have realized, but with the stupid cool guy phase he’d gone through, she’d figured he would have done something at some point. She never thought they’d be nearing the end of freshmen year in college and like her, he’d be… But what was that about off limits? He couldn’t mean…?

“Wait, you—have a thing for Tsubaki?” She gasped.

“What the hell? No—why would you even?”

“Just—you said off limits and I thought it—is it Liz then?” Why did it hurt her to think he wanted one of their friends? It wasn’t like she hadn’t known he didn’t want her—

“Jeezus you’re an idiot sometimes,” he groaned, putting his head in his hand for a minute and shaking it unhappily. He was clearly upset, though she didn’t get why.

“Who then? Because I just can’t think of anyone else that—”

“Who the fuck do you think, Maka?” He was suddenly looming over her. “Who have I speant most of my free time with since we were kids? Who did I piss my parents off by giving up Juilliard to follow to college? Whose feet do I rub when they’re sore from a long day on her feet? Can you think of anyone who fits that description?”

“Soul, I—” she took a step back. Close. He was too damned close.

“It’s not that I don’t wanna have sex with you, alright? There isn’t anything I want more. I’ve wanted it—fuck—forever.” He raked an agitated hand through his hair. “But I don’t want you to—to do that to yourself. I don’t wanna feel like I—for you to—I don’t—” He looked pained.

“Soul—it’s not—I mean it wouldn’t—it’s—”

He was close again. “It’s what?” His eyes were searching hers and she had to force herself not to look away. She knew she was red—they both were.

She took a deep, calming breath because stunned or not by this strange, impossible truth, wasn’t it what she wanted? And he thought that she would be forcing herself. It was so stupid that she laughed, and it came out a shade bitter.
Hurt dominated his face again and he seemed about to step back, so she grabbed his wrist, forced the words to come.

“I want this. I—I’ve always wanted this. I just never thought you—”. She shook her head, the words stuck in her throat.

“I know you want to get the money,” he sounded angry again, “but Maka, that’s not a reason—”

“Why did you agree to this then?” It wasn’t what she meant to say but it came out anyway.

He sighed. “Because I was drunk and because it was what I’ve wanted—forever.” He looked utterly defeated.

She had to get the words out because he didn’t deserve to feel this way. It was so so stupid.

“Me too,” she said softly.

He just shook his head again. So she took his face in both of her hands, forced his eyes on her. “You’re the only one I’ve wanted since I can remember, stupid. I just figured a ‘tiny tits’ like me was too uncool for the great Soul Evans.”

He snorted. “I haven’t called you that since we were 14, you thought that meant…?”

“Yeah,” she colored. “Guess we’re both idiots. But why did you think I’d—uh—done this before..?”

“Junior prom.”

“What? You thought I—with Hiro? I only said yes because he asked first and I felt sorry for him and I thought you’d ask someone else—”

“Well, he said…”

“Oh he tried. Then I kicked him in the nuts. What an asshole.”

“Oh. Well. Guess he actually deserved Star and I kicking his ass then—”

“That was you?!”

“Yeah—just—didn’t like the shit he was saying about you—”

“Oh—well—thanks, I guess.”

“Yeah,” he was suddenly searching her face. “So you—uh—really wanna do this?”

“Yes,” she didn’t hesitate. “I really do. There’s no one else I’d do this with. ” She was scarlet again, she couldn’t help it.

Then again, so was he. “Me neither.”



And then, suddenly, he was kissing her. Awkwardly, sweetly. She kissed him back, they slanted their mouths, and it went from awkward to frantic and possessive in a heartbeat. They pulled away, panting.

“Save it—for the camera.”

He just nodded. An hour later, they made love for the first time in front of 5000 silent watchers. It was the best day of their lives.