A raindrop fell on Edward's head. He looked up at the swirling grey clouds about him. A storm was rolling in; it was bad too, and he was till a good distance away from the dorms. He was walking home from a date that had ended in disaster. The one time he took Al's advice and took a girl out and it was terrible.
"Thanks Alphonse. Now I'll be wet, cold," he looked at the wet metal fingers and tried to move them "and my automail will rust!" Ed cringed at the though of Winry finding out about this one. He rubbed the back of his head to feel the scar from his last visit. He had taken a wrench to the head, but maybe since it wasn't actually completely shattered this time she'd go easy on him.
Thunder clapped nearby and scared Ed out of his memories. He had to get home.
Al looked at the clock. . . again. . . for the third time. Ed should have been home by now. He looked out he window at the pouring rain. He didn't dare step foot outside; he would rust. He heard a gentle brushing noise and looked down to see the small grey kitten he picked up earlier out of the rain.
"Oh kitty." Al picked up the small cat and stroked it. "You'll have to go out before ed gets your home."
Ed stopped to take a breath. He had just sprinted for the last 23 blocks and still had about 20 to go.
I could call for a ride, he thought, but then I'd actually have to wait longer in the rain.... Fuck me! I'll just run. With that he took off in route to the dorms.
Al was pacing back in forth in front of the door now. Ed was way late and Al was getting very worried. He went to eh window for one more look for his brother. Just then there was a loud bang on the door, and if armor could jump, Al jumped ten feet in the air. The pounding continued getting faster and louder. Al opened the door to find a very wet and soggy Ed. He slumped through the door, squishing as he went.
"Ed! I was so worried!" Al scooped his brother up into a very tight bear hug, well as close to a bear as he could get. "So! You have to tell me everything! How'd it go?"
Ed thrashed and struggled against his iron grip (me: heh, get it? Iron? Hahahaha… I'll be quiet now), but he couldn't break free. "I'm never dating again!"
"But why?"
"No Al. I might as well be gay then!"
"You don't mean that Ed." Al said as he dropped his soggy brother to the floor. He wandered toward the closet to get him a towel.
"Might as well be. Girls are nothing but trouble." Ed pulled the tie from his braid and let his golden hair fall over his shoulders. "They whine and complain, and they all think they're fat and no matter what you tell them they still think they're fat. I don't know about you, but that's just way too much trouble for me." Ed's said in a muffled voice as the dried his hair with the towel.
Al laughed as he listened to his brother rant about the opposite sex while changing into the clean clothes he had laid out for him. They're not so bad. He thought. Some are cute and they usually smell nice. Al chuckled to himself and went to lock the door when all the sudden a small foot came right at his head and sent it flying clear across the room. It hit the wall and landed with a loud clang.
Ed picked himself up off the floor and shook off the last bit of water that hung on the ends of his hair. "I'm irritated now . . . and hungry . . . Do we have any food?" Ed began tearing through the cabinets in search of something to satisfy his hunger.
"But didn't you eat?"
"Psh, no we didn't even get that far." Ed turned to look at his brother and laughed. "Put your head back on." Disappointed with his findings in the cabinets, which turned out to be only spam and ramen, he grabbed his book off the table and flopped down on the couch.
"Well what made the date so bad?" Al prodded his brother for answers, but it was no good. Ed was already completely absorbed in his book and wouldn't notice Al if he were dancing naked in front of him. "Oh Ed. What am I going to do with you?"