Absorbed

Her plentiful fantasies had kept her away from reality, so who would've had time for it anyhow? … modern times, sort of. EdWin implied, rated K+

She hadn't had time to piece together the obvious; the way he blushed when they talked, the way his hand slowly and lovingly rubbed her head when she said "Good Morning". Her plentiful fantasies had kept her away from reality, so who would've had time for it anyhow?

Sixteen year old Winry stared at the unsent letters and the saved Documents on her desk in her twentieth century farm house in the countryside. They were all addressed to one person; a boy she'd known since before kindergarten, who preferred long to short and blond to brunet. Tomboy to girly.

This was the reason she'd loved him all these years. When her parents were announced dead the year she entered second grade, all of her hope was lost, and she'd become emotionally detached. It was her friend, this golden haired boy, who came to her aid, awkward neck-rubbing and blush splotching his face included in the mix.

"I… I don't know what I'm going to do…"

"I'll tell you what you're not going to do, Win."

She looked at him with teary ocean-blue eyes swirling under her own sadness. She blinked and he pulled her into a tight loving hug.

"You're not going to be alone."

Sure, it was awkwardly worded, but her heart still fluttered under his embrace, even back then. Now, they were just… just so happy. She smiled and sifted through the pile of papers, seeing a rough sketch of the two together. It was drawn by his younger brother.

With another sigh, she set it aside, sliding it into a manila folder for later. He was just so sweet, that Alphonse. She looked up at her wall and saw a picture tacked to the low corner, letting a smile gracefully spread. Winry was, once again, absorbed.

"Winry! Time for supper!"

Ignoring her grandmother's calls, Winry stared at the computer screen, absorbed in conversation with her friend, Alphonse.

[aELRIC1001]: don't worry, win. He'll come around, ya know?

[wrenchQueen1]: Al, how can you be sure?

Although the window displayed "aELRIC1001 typing", she could feel the tension build behind both sides of the conversation. She'd loved his older brother since that day he told her she wouldn't be alone… was there ever a way to know?

[FMPip] has signed on.

[aELRIC1001] has signed off.

Real nice, Al…Winry thought as she saw the next message. Her heart stopped beating, and a large smile spread on her features.

[FMPip]: because I love you, Winry

Naughty, Edo! Peeking at a conversation between Al and Win! :] (Yes, that was implied...)

~Cookie

P.S. This is only a one-shot. Not continuing.

P.P.S Reviews please?