Goo Goo Dolls- Come to me
Sorry this is soooo late! (ｰ ｰ;)

You see, I recently started: Fullmetal Alchemist ((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))
so...enough said.

This one is difficult because I keep jumping back and forth between time so I hope it turned out ok (*^_^*)

Happy February!
-thefluffyotaku
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I'll be kind, if you'll be faithful, you be sweet and I'll be grateful.
Cover me with kisses dear, lighten up the atmosphere.
Keep me warm inside our bed. I got dreams of you all through my head. Fortune teller said I'd be free and that's the day you came to me.

The glass door shut from behind with a little tingle from the bell, almost like it was mocking him. The teen scowled as he walked away from the tacky looking store anyway. A cool guy like him normally wouldn't be seen in a fortuneteller of all places... But times were desperate and he couldn't deny that he was just a little bit curious. He wanted to beleive it was a scam. Just a ploy to get his money. What she had said, it may have been a shot in the dark, or maybe she was just reading the obvious vibe from his dark wardrobe choice,
"I sense a great darkness in you, a madness of sorts, one controlled by a demon." Her smile only brightened at his surprise look, "but don't worry you will soon be free from all that."
He scowled at the memory, tugging down the grey beanie covering his pale hair; hoping to squash the little bit of hope he felt-that is until he knocked into a body and landed on the ground. The first thing he saw when he looked at the figure, was a shocking emerald gaze.

Came to me.

"Soul?"
The twenty-year old peeked a red open at the young woman sitting on the edge of their bed. Her pale skin glowed in the morning sun, sandy air wavy over her bare shoulders. He dragged his eyes up to her piercing green. He knew he could look at those eyes all day and never get tired. He loved her eyes...no, he loved her.
"What's up Maka?"
She smiled at him, a soft and loving gesture he couldn't help but return. She crawled over to him and laid on his shirtless chest,
"You seem to be thinking awful hard about something. Wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
He smirked before kissing her temple,
"Just going down memory lane."
".....well stop it. It's not like you and I'm afraid I might start to see smoke."

Come to me my sweetest friend, can you feel my heart again?
I'll take you back where you belong and this will be our favorite song.
Come to me with secrets bare. I'll love you more so don't be scared and when we're old and near the end, We'll go home and start again.

Maka was a force of nature, turning his world upside down the minute she slammed into him. She was a stubborn fire, evaporating the darkness in him with a whack of her book. They had gone from strangers with the same friends (small world), to acquaintances, best friends, to lovers. Their friendship grew strong and steady, bonding closer than anyone they knew. Only once they where inseparable did soul take the final leap.

I caught you burnin' photographs like that could save you from your past, history is like gravity,
It holds you down away from me. You and me, we've both got sins and I don't care about where you've been.
Don't be sad and don't explain, this is where we start again

"What should I do?"
The question seemed to circulate through his mind as he held the hysteric girl. What can he do? He put out the large fire that once glowed in her fireplace. He took away the photo-album that the owner feed to the flames, and carried said owner to the couch. Soul was nineteen he still had is own nightmares to deal with and barely deserves the best friend he holds in his arms. He rocked her silently as she sobbed about forgetful mothers and man whores.
"Everyone has sins Soul, even me."
"Mm don't care."
It wasn't until the sun started to dip into the horizon did her cries turn to little hiccups. Soul took a breath of the ash-tinged air to calm his racing heart,
"Hey Maka? D-do you wanna start over?"

Start again

The man, now in his early thirties, gazed around the apartment one last time. Boxes where piled here and there, some needing tape others not even packed. He remembered when he asked his future wife to start over she had looked at him confused. Her large eyes where only amplified by the lingering tears. He explained-with difficulty due to his hot face- that he also wanted to leave. He wanted to run away from his family and live on his own. He wouldn't mind, really wouldn't mind, if she came to live with him. The man smiled at their little 'restart'. It was a small two bedroom apartment far from their original origins, smack in the center of death city. At the call of his pregnant wife, he picked up a box of photos and made his final leave out to the apartment. This was where the two of them left behind their sins and woes and made a new life together. Now that life will continue in a small house and a little bundle of joy.

Come to me my sweetest friend, can you feel my heart again?
I'll take you back where you belong and this will be our favorite song.
Come to me with secrets bare. I'll love you more so don't be scared and when we're old and near the end, We'll go home and start again.

"What are you thinking about?" Soul blinked a blurry red eyes open to see his wife. At first glance you would think she had affected her, but even after forty years are marriage she was still as fiery as when he put that ring on her finger. She may have grey hair (almost matching his but don't tell her that), and crinkled skin from her years of laughter, but her eyes where still as vibrant as ever. Soul chuckled, "what?" opening his arms for her, "I'm not doin nothin."
"You seem to be thinking awful hard about something. Wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
He smirked before kissing her temple,
"Just going down memory lane."
".....well stop it. It's not like you and I'm afraid I might start to see smoke," She playfully swatted his chest, "old man."

Today's the day I'll make you mine so get me to the church on time.
Take my hand in this empty room. You're my girl, and I'm your groom.

Once she turned twenty-one he had worked up the nerve to ask for her hand. Soul had placed the diamond on her finger during the party, spinning her around before wiping stray tears. After being declared husband and wife by the mayor of the town-and long time friend- infront of friends, teachers, and co-workers, they had escaped to a private room. With nothing more than a piano and record player, the two danced to soft jazz happy being alone together.

Come to me my sweetest friend, this is where we start again~

"Watch where you're going!"
"Hey you watch it!"
"I wasn't the one walking around with a hat over his eyes!"
He stopped, taking in the small girl in front of him. Realizing she was about his age was once thing, realizing he just spilt her coffee over her white shirt was another. Soul backpedaled, shrugging off his jacket with a muffled apology.
"Can I-uh- get you more coffee? My treat..." She blinked at him, pausing as she wrapped the fabric over her chest.
"That would great!" The smile she hit him with was the first of many. It was intense and almost blinding, but it was still kind, genuine, and just a little cute. He couldn't help but smirk back,
"Cool."

Again~

He now laid on a hospital bed, gazing at the white ceiling. His spotted hand was twinned with his wife's wrinkly one. He listened at she coaxed their son and daughter to stop crying. Saying how they had their own families and they couldn't be more proud.

Come to me my sweetest friend, can you feel my heart again?
I'll take you back where you belong and this will be our favorite song.
Come to me with secrets bare. I'll love you more so don't be scared and when we're old and near the end,

He smiled to himself at the mention of them having a new start now. He squeezed her hand dragging his families attention to him,

We'll go home and start again.