Its not like he wasn't bothered by what she'd said two weeks ago…
"Hey Winry!" The blond-haired boy yelled, waving a hand.
She shot a glare over her shoulder as three other girls around her snickered. "Drop dead."
But…
He stared out at her form, crossing the road rather slowly, before he looked toward the large car that was no-doubt speeding, and about to run the red-light Ed stood by.
He furrowed his eyebrows, looking forward again. He couldn't sit by and just… watch.
He darted forward subconsciously.
This was no time for thinking.
There was two loud thuds, and a high-pitched scream.
Most of the pedestrians around stopped, blinking to look over at the girl who had just tumbled into the curb, ready to turn and scold anyone who had pushed her. Only to see a bright red car race over where she had just stood.
When the small cloud of dust made by his tires cleared, she gasped at the form of a small blond-haired boy that had been trying to catch her attention for a week or so now, limp in the middle of the road, right hand stretched out toward her and clearly smashed by the tracks of the car.
She crawled over quickly as other cars had stopped, looking down, blue eyes wide, at the small form of this boy, who cracked open one gold eye to look up at her. He smiled slightly before simply saying something in response to what she had said two weeks ago, but clearly remembered.
"Yes, Ma'am.
Hm, I don't know what made me think of this, really. O_o