History Partners
Okay, first thing's first:
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters. Only Gina Laurence and her crush on Havoc…smiles
I yawned, propping my face on my fist. My eyes drooped down, and immediately after I closed them, Professor Bradley slammed a palm to my desk.
"Miss Laurence, would you care to tell us who you will be paired with for the History project?"
"Uh… Would it be Riza Hawkeye?"
"I'm sorry Miss Laurence, but you will not be with Miss Hawkeye."
"Then, uh…Scieska?"
"Try again…"
"Roy?" I meekly tried not to get-
"Mr. Havoc will be your partner."
"Damn i- I mean…yay?"
"Nice try Miss Laurence. One week of extra homework."
"Ugh. Fine…"
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"Hey, Gina!" Havoc called to me after class. It's not that I didn't like him…he just…annoying. Like, all he ever talked about was how Roy was so great, and that he wanted to be in the military when he got older, and how…ugh…miniskirts…
"What do you want, Jean?"
"I was just wondering…" he scratched his head, "if we could hook up after class so that we can talk about the project?"
"Uh, I would…but I have to, uh…wash my hair. Yeah. Each individual hair."
"Fine then. I know how it is."
He just sounded so rejected…
"Alright. Meet me in my dorm. We'll swap ideas."
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That night, I yawned, careful not to smudge my nailpolish. It wasn't that I wanted to look good, it's just that…My outfit called for black nails. You know, the standard tomboy outfit. Baggy fatigue pants, a black baby tee. Oh, and a fatigue hat.
A knock at the door. "Just a minute!" I fixed my black rimmed glasses, and opened the door.
"Hey," Jean looked…dare I say…hot. He was leaning against the doorframe, black shirt advertising the "Miniskirt Army". His hair was perfectly messy, and his jeans were just baggy enough.
I closed the door and he whistled, toothpick nearly falling out.
"Sweet room. Oh, you're kidding!" He ran up to my wall, which sported a Linkin Park poster.
"Dude! That's one of the most awesome posters! You like them too?"
"Uh, yeah. I was gonna get a Breaking Benjamin poster…or Papa Roach… but my mother wouldn't let me. She said they were too violent."
"Anyways…I wanted to tell you what I thought we could do for our history project. I was actually thinking of doing a futuristic sort of deal."
"But it's History."
"Yeah, but-"
"Alright…why don't we do something on the Military?"
"Uh…sure. I like that. I figured we could do something we could both like, but this you may know more about, so I thought-"
"What were you thinking we could do?"
"I was thinking the history of dance. Or acting. I know that you like them…at least I think you do."
"Uh…that's actually Roy. You know, my older brother?"
"Ooh! Soory!" I tried not to blush, "I know you probably don't like to have people mistake you guys…"
"Nah, it's fine. I get it way too often."
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"Well, it's getting late, I should go." Jean stretched, his toned stomach showing from under his shirt.
"What're you looking at?"
"Nothing…well…"
"What?"
"Do you do any sports? You're, uh…really fit…"
"Wha? Oh…I, uh, do paintball with Riza. I can run, but I can't hide." I smiled, and said, "Heh, I love paintball! Invite me sometime?"
"Sure." He smiled and as he was leaving, I said,
"So we'll start tomorrow?"
"What? The paintball?"
"No, you weirdo! The project!"
"Oh, right. Sure."
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A/N: Sooo… should I continue this, or make it a one-shot? Meh? Ne, ne?? Demo…should I, uh, make it more of a romance, or what?? Thanks for listening-er, reading!