This is my twentieth story. It is written the same way as March (if you haven't read that, read it now. And review. I like reviews.) with the first chapter being one day, the second being the day before that, etc. for three days with three different points of view.
The pairings are WAY too complicated to explain without giving away the plot, so just read, okay? Thanks.
April 16th
Winry's POV
I yawned, tired from working on that damn automail all last night. But hopefully, today would be a day to look forward to, if I had planned it right.
"Hey, Winry." I jumped at the sudden voice that came from behind me. I spun around in my chair, staring wide-eyed at the speaker.
Oh. It was just Ed.
Why does he have to be so HOT?
I was sitting in a tiny plastic chair on the front porch, my eyelids drooping from lack of sleep. Ed was leaning against the railing casually, smiling slightly. Flirting? Maybe.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, resting my arms on the back of the chair. "I thought you were going into town."
Ed nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to. I'm just waiting for someone."
"Al?"
He shook his head. "No, I- Oh! There she is!" I looked in the direction he was pointing in and saw, to my surprise, an average-height, brown-haired girl. She was wearing jeans and a red shirt, as well as a smile.
"Hello, Edward!" she called, waving in his direction. He waved back and gave a small, cute smile.
I was shocked. I didn't think this would happen just because...
I tried to forget my worries. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. "Ed, who's that?" I asked, trying to sound simply curious instead of showing that my brain was dripping out my ears.
"This is Stephanie," Ed replied, draping his left arm around her shoulders as she reached the stairs. "We met in town yesterday, at a coffee shop. There were no empty tables so we ended up sitting together, and we got to know each other pretty well."
My mind was racing. Ed? Had a girlfriend? No. No way. Now. Fucking. Way. I didn't mean for it to go THAT far...
Wait. It still wasn't confirmed. They might just be friends- there is a one in infinity chance that could just be FRIENDS.
"So, you're...A couple?" I questioned, praying for the answer to be...
"Yes."
...Not that.
I suppose I should have felt happy for him as he walked off, talking and laughing with her. How could I feel jealous, when I had brought it onto myself? Was I just being selfish, not wanting him to be happy with her? Wanting him to love me and me alone, even though I hadn't done the same for him?
