Winry Rockbell glared at the boy sitting next to her and snapped, "Contrary to what you think, I don't need you for every little thing."
"Yeah, right. If I wasn't here you would be failing miserably, and you know it."
"God, you are so annoying. Would you just leave me alone?"
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Fine. I've had enough. I'm leaving." Edward Elric jumped up from the sofa and stomped off fuming, leaving an equally annoyed Winry in his wake.
"Fine. See if I care. You're not doing me any good anyway."
Edward turned around. "Hah! You can't do a thing without me."
Winry's eyes flashed, light glinting off the wrench that was now held threateningly in her muscled hand. In response to this, Edward hurled a death glare coupled with a rude gesture, ducking and weaving to avoid the threat of airborne-implement-induced bruises, biding his time until he could make a break for the stairs without sustaining a concussion. When his opportunity arrived, he took it, bolting up the steps and slammming his bedroom door behind him. Back in the living room Winry sat down hard, breathing heavily.
Several minutes later, Edward heard a knock at his bedroom door. Grumbling, he marked his page and stood up, walking over to and opening the door to reveal Winry, looking humbled. He frowned. "What?"
"Ed, I… well, I just… I can't do it without you."
Winry braced herself. She had known Ed as long as she could remember, and she knew that there was no way he was going to let her off without milking the situation for all it was worth. Therefore, his quiet reply shocked her to the bone.
"Apology accepted. C'mon in." He opened the door wide, beckoning to her. She sat down on the bed and opened her laptop. Edward sat down next to her. "Okay, so where were we before the fighting ensued?" he queried. She indicated the jumble of items on the screen. "I'm still on level three. We need to find the umbrella, the sock and the pennant.
A/N – This is my third story ever. Happiness. I'm trying to get five stories churned out so that I can be a beta, but as soon as that goal is reached I shall write a nice, long chaptered fic. Pinky promise. I love you all, my darling readers, however few you may be. Review. Doit. Now.
Peace out,
Clara