Yellow! that's how my "hello"s come out. They sound like "yellow"

Warning: You just about to read my 1st attempted FanFic. This FanFic includes; Badspelling.

But you should still read it anyway!

This was inspired from a part of a Fic called "The SinsThat Bind Us" by Amerachan. It was just a scene where Envy was in Roy's house and saw a painting of Riza.

Afteryou're done reading this, you should go read that one; it's pretty good. really good.

Oh yeah! I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. But i like reading the Japanese version for some reason. I don't know why, because i can hardly read Japanese. But I'm learnin'! Wa-hahahahahaha!

So here ya go!

enjoy!

Roy wasn't really a writer. He liked to paint pictures. Fill them with all kinds of detail and color; stones of red, midnights of blue, lemons of yellow. Anything, you name it. But Roy was kind of embarrassed by this. He could imagine his friends laughing at him and teasing about his work. They weren't artists; they couldn't understand. He was also very embarrassed by his inspiration for painting these pictures.

He was inspired by his best friend, a.k.a, 'the person who he had a crush on and will someday admit that he loves her and will marry her and will probably have at least 14 kids with her'.

She was beautiful to him. In everyway, inside and out. Her hair: a lovely Golden Yellow SunSet. Her eyes: RubyRed, mixed with a bit of MilkChocolate Brown. Her eyes were a bit darker than Crimson. He hated that color. Crimson. He saw enough Crimson to last him a life time in Ishbal. Her eyes weren't the color of blood, but the color of kindness, and understanding, and longing. He didn't really know why her eyes said those things when ever she was caught off guard looking at him. But Roy had a guess. He just wished that he could tell her that guess, and hope that it would be right.

The uniform that they wore, day in- day out, was the perfect color that described her. Royal Blue. Well, so, it was CLOSE to perfect. If you changed that "R" to an "L", THEN it would be the perfect color that described her.

But because that they weren't aloud to "fraternize" with other soldiers, he couldn't tell her how he felt. He could only paint pictures of them, together, standing in the MidNight Blue, on a BrokenBrown Wood bridge, over the PurpleGrapes water, staring at the MangoOrange moon.

He painted what he wished for the most, the thing that mattered to him the most, more than the safety ofArmestris or even about his next promotion to General to ensure that safety;

her colorful love.

So What do ya think! Was it bad, was it good, did it taste like toast?

Please Review! you can critisize it if you want to! i'm used to it!