It's like a constant wheel, almost as never ending as the wheel of life. And I am absolutely sick of it. This is the third time THIS MONTH that he has had to come and get his automail fixed. Just like last time. It goes like this. Ed gets into trouble. Ed set automail smashed. Ed comes and gets wrenched by be. Ed gets fixed and refuses to tell me anything. Then it all starts again. It's all one big self destructive circle. They don't even bother to tell me what the hell broke Ed's automail in the first place! And all those two …idiots are going to do is get into even more trouble and get hurt. Again. They could die! DIE! Why don't ever tell me anything, it's like they don't think I care about them But I DO! Or at least Ed… What the hell am I thinking? I mean I care about Al and all, but it's Ed I worry about the most. He doesn't talk as much as he used too. He's been acting kind of strange around me lately, almost as if he's… hiding something? I wonder… does Ed even care? Does he even know? Will he ever just stay here, where I know where he is, what he's doing, where he can't get hurt, where we can be in love? Whoa, where'd that come from? Who am I'm kidding, myself? I know it, hell; everyone knows it, except for him. Doesn't he get it? How more obvious can I be? It's not like I'm the kind of person that would come right up to him and start kissing him. But I wish I was... Oh how I wish I was…
As Winry was finishing up Ed's automail, Ed looked deep into her eyes. She was spacing out, once again. He mumbled something incomprehensible that kind of sounded something like "WinrywhatdoyathinkofmeImeanlikeasaguy?"
Winry started, and jumped out of the small little world she was in. She was crouching down by a chair where Ed was sitting, so she could make the finishing touches on the automail with a wrench. The wrench clattered to the floor. As she bent down even more, Ed turned away blushing. He thought, Damn, she didn't even hear me. AS she came back up, wrench in her hand, Ed's lips brushed against hers.
"Ed, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
He did it again, except a bit more bolder this time.
"Kissing you." He replied, with such a cool, steady tone it would of made Roy Mustang proud.
"Oh.." Winry replied as they parted for air, and then went back for more, even dauntless than before.
Yeah, just a random drabble that I wrote during Latin class. If you liked it, please review!!