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Author note: I hope you enjoy the story, I may or may not continue it, it depends. Enjoy!
Late at night in Resembool…
What was she waiting for? A sign? An end all answer that would tell her the future? How to run her life? Sorry, but life doesn't work that way. Sometimes people learn that the hard way…
Winry Rockbell couldn't sleep that night. The cause of her code red case of insomnia was a certain red clad alchemist. No matter how hard she tried thoughts of the blond haired idiot kept popping in her head. She tried shifting positions, she tried fluffing her pillows, heck, she even tried warm milk (this only made her think of Ed's distaste for the stuff).
No matter what she tried, the young state alchemist would stay in her thoughts that night. It was as if she liked the guy. That just wasn't true, she professed to the watchful gaze of her grandmother as she was told to pay attention to her work. Like the last time Ed had come in to get his automail arm fixed and she had ended up forgetting an important part.
It surely seemed hopeless. Winry finally succumbed to the inevitable and admitted to herself, she loved the short alchemy freak. But it wasn't as if she needed to get up right then and profess her undying devotions over the phone at three A.M. Oh no, she decided to do it next time she saw him. Maybe she wouldn't…maybe she couldn't muster the courage, but she would try. It wasn't as if girls were fighting over him. She had all the time in the world. As far as she was concerned, she was probably the only girl on the face of the planet (…or any other planet) to ever be able to stand the guy. Boy was she wrong…
Central-next morning
Why was his head pounding? He didn't know…oh wait. Maybe it was because he couldn't sleep the previous night. Perhaps it was because it had a scientific theorem in his head. Or maybe he was giddy because he had a solid lead on the philosophers' stone. Nope, neither seemed plausible on the grounds that:
A) No scientific theorem could keep him from sleep
B) Edward Elric didn't do 'giddy'
Whatever it was, it wasn't helping that he had a debriefing in ten minutes and had ferociously overslept.
To be possibly continued…