In this school there was two idolized men.
If you didnt know who they were, you were either new, or shut in.
It was just something so obvious to the others, you could practically hear their names on the breath of the wind.
"Hes short and cute... But thats if hes your type." Rambled some fem on the other side of the bustling cafeteria.
It was apparently audible enough for Poor Edward Elric, who could barely hold back the urge from yapping at the girl after having thwaped her head. He wasnt cute! And he definitely wasnt short either dammit!
Another voice yapped on about someone he hated. "And theres also Mustang! Hes so cool! I wish my girlfriend would stop looking at him though.." A defeated sigh came afterwards.
Poor Edward was sitting at a spare empty table, spoon in mouth, Milk carton abandoned beside him, and food half gone. Beside him was his quiet brother, Alphonse. The boy was so quiet his much more tall body was almost like a statue.
"You should drink your milk." He finally broke the silence almost imediately.
"No way." Came even quicker from the apparent older brother.
The older Elric felt a pat on his head from behind, and the crowd was almost beaming around him as soon as he felt the rough hand touch his head of blonde hair. "Come on little-Fullmetal, your always going to be short if you dont drink your milk."
That was the horrible annoying voice of Roy Mustang as Edward had recognized.
turning to see the said annoying alchemist he scowled, swiping his arm away from his head. "Shut up! I'm no pint sized dwarf, you dumbass!"
Roy laughed. It wasnt what he had called the small Elric brother, but he always over exaggerated everything he said. "Is that so?"
The man pretty much towered over the smaller Alchemist, eyeing his unfinished food. Soup again?
The audience behind the two had swarmed around the two (fangirls probably) beaming over the Flame Alchemist and the smaller "Full metal".
"Whatever.. Just go... take a nap somewhere or something." He turned his back to the other, attempting to ignore him now. Who cared about him anyways? There was 10 more minutes for lunch break, and Edward wanted to finish his Soup Bowl before then.
There was no response, as the Flame alchemist just left without a word, taking his huge crowd of Fan girls with him wherever he was going.
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A/N:
This is the first FMA fanfiction I have ever wrote..
Hopefully it goes well, yeah?
Anyways, Hugs for anyone who reviews!
Ciaousu
