I've noticed that there are many drabble stories out there, but I'm not doing this b/c it's like the style or something. "I'm here for me", like Edward says. I've wanted to give it a try for sometime and I finally got the right ideas! I hope you all enjoy because I enjoy doing this. FMA is just so addictive for me.

Disclaimer for all drabbles: I don't own FMA, just my ideas and fics.

Orange Juice

I yawned as I entered the kitchen and saw that Edward was awake. That was a first considering he was the one that always slept in.

We greeted each other and I opened the refrigerator to retrieve the drink I craved for. There was a glass on the counter and I decided to place my juice there. But when I turned after putting the container back, Edward was already drinking from it.

"Hey! Get your own damn juice!" I exclaimed as I swiped the glass from his hand.

"I did; you placed it in my glass." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Your glass? It's mine. I found it here on the counter." This argument was pointless.

"But it was next to me." He smirked.

"You should have gotten milk so you could grow, Ed." I murmured as I got the carton of juice again.

"I'm already taller than you by seven inches, so I don't need it. Maybe you should so it might help you in your days or something." My days?! That little ass!

"You should get it for your days; you seem to be showing the attitude." I almost pulled a nerve.

"I'm glad I'm not a girl so that I won't experience that." He kept smiling and got the glass from me.

"Right, you're so lucky Ed. You don't have to live through the colics and pain." I said sighing.

I walked towards him. "But we girls have our advantages." I cooed in his ear as I sat on his lap and kissed his lips.

I heard him place the glass on the counter and we wrapped our arms around each other. But just as smoothly as I sat on him, I got the glass.

"Hey, Ed?" I breathed.

"Yeah?" he was equally breathless and blushing.

"It's my juice." I pecked him on his cheek and walked through the kitchen door to go outside.

He followed me and I felt his strong arms make a ring around my waist.

"You know we could share, right?" Him, sharing?

"We could, but I just don't want to." I said as I took a sip.

But he backed me up to the wall and kissed me sweetly.

"You taste like orange juice, baby." He whispered.

"You taste better." I said as the flavour of the drink united our lips again, but the juice was later ignored.

What did you think? Honestly, thanks to theretard5892, I got the courage to do this. Reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you all for your time and until my next update! Chao, babies!

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