A/N: This is my first story on here, so be somewhat gentle! I love reviews though, so don't be shy. There will be yaoi….eventually, so don't like, don't read!

This is for all my little dearies that love Envy, our darling homunculus and Ed our chibi alchemist. I got a sudden inspiration while listening to "Prove me Wrong" by Mindless Self Indulgence.

I love suggestions, critiques, you name it R&R! Mwahahahahahahahaha!

On a side note, there will be differing viewpoints. This Chapter will not be in either Ed's or Envy's POV, but the following chapters will alternate between the two. Also, I will be including a bit of WrathxAl in this, maybe even some WinryxRose.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA….if I did, then there would be A LOT of changes if you catch my drift. Neither do I own Mindless Self Indulgence or any of their songs.

And with this - maniacal laughter and all - …I give you chapter one.

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter One:

Palm Tree Fixation

"An overcast sky looked over the town of Central, Louisiana, casting a mood of solemnity upon its populace. One teen in particular seemed especially overwrought that September morning. He walked to his best friend's house for a ride to–"

"Hiya there, Edward!" shouted a familiar feminine voice. Ed looked up from his mutterings only to see his best friend and next door neighbor (and only friend besides Al, his brother) Winry Rockbell standing in the middle of the sidewalk, grinning at him. She had a white tank top with her favorite band (Flyleaf) advertised on it and a short black skirt that swished when she walked. She wore black biker boots that came half way up her calf. Her long blond hair was in her trademark high ponytail and her glittering cerulean eyes were dancing with excitement. Ed had no idea why…it was only the first of many days in prison.

"So whatcha mumbling about, Short-stuff? More of that poetic creative writing crap?"

Edward turned toward her sharply, an ominous aura surrounding him. "I, He said menacingly, "am not short! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD BE CRUSHED BY A MINIATURE FLEA?" he ranted with a previously unknown passion. He was certainly not that short. "And I was just thinking out loud, so shut it, Gear Head."

Winry gave him a deadpan look. "I never said that, Ed," she said with a sigh. She had been through this routine a thousand times, except, not this early in the freaking morning.

Winry visibly brightened when she remembered why they were actually awake at that ungodly hour of 7:30am. "Hey, come on Ed! We're gonna be late for the first day of our junior year!" She then grabbed his hand and ran to her new car. It was a 2010 mustang that was a sleek black. Ed himself preferred older vehicles like old Ford pickups, ranging from the fifties to the late sixties. He would kill for something like that. He was snapped out of his Dream Truck (a blue 59' Ford pickup truck) reverie by being shoved into the passenger seat by Winry.

Okay, Shrimpy, let's go! We're only ten minutes away, so we'll be there early," said an overly cheerful Winry.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT, YOU BI—" was all Ed could say before he was brutally hit with a wrench. Winry placed the now bloodied weapon back in her messenger bag. "What were you going to say, Edward?" she asked with an undertone of malevolence.

"Nothing, nothing!" he all but shouted as he buckled up.

"That's what I thought," she said, satisfied with his answer. Winry, at a young age, decided that she would become the greatest mechanic in the world. She fixed up old trucks and broken down cars and the like, but she hoped to some day move onto greater things. Naturally, she carried a wrench around in her purse to keep Ed in line.

"Damn it Winry, I think I your wrench gave me a concussion," he thought for a second, "again."

"Oh, you'll be fine. Your incredibly dense skull protected that peanut you refer to as a brain well enough," retorted the mechanic.

Winry eased out of her driveway and pulled out onto the street. They rode in a comfortable silence for the duration of the ten-minute drive. As the two neared the school, Central High, they caught sight of the manicured lawns and the many oak and pine trees that dotted the sprawling campus. The main building was two stories high and had magnificent archways and columns that made it seem like a castle. It was a relatively small high school; it only had roughly two hundred students enrolled in it.

As Winry parked and she and Ed gathered their backpacks, they saw the principle, Pride Alighieri (weird name, huh?), greeting the new students. There were three altogether; a rather tall girl with dark brown hair and pink bangs, a scanty boy with short black hair and glasses, and a skinny pale girl with long green hair down to her waist with violet eyes.

Wait, thought Ed, Is that a girl or a guy? He was referring to the one with green hair. The green-haired person turned in Ed's direction slightly, just enough to where he could make out that he was male. He was wearing black skinny jeans with rips where his knees would be and a baggy black band T-shirt that advertised Falling in Reverse. The masculine jawline and overall appearance told Ed that this person was indeed male, although he was slightly in touch with his feminine side.

Edward admitted to himself that the girl sporting the pink bangs was good looking for a girl, but she seemed very insecure and nervous. The little guy with the large thick glasses reminded him of a Labrador retriever, with the way he gazed at the principle with slight awe and respect and acted very cute and lovable. The green haired one…was difficult to place. He had that handsome yet mystery about him that Ed thought was – dare he say – sexy. The object of his ponderings glanced his way, causing Edward to immediately turn his face away.

Whoa, hold your horses Ed, you'll meet him later, thought Edward as walked past him, not even sparing a glance. He did this, not to be rude, but because he wanted to hide the blush that had slowly crept onto his now pink cheeks. For once in his life, he wanted to be friends with someone. Winry was from way back in their infant years, so of course they were inseparable, but the green-haired guy…. He was a different story. He had never liked the people in his grade much, but he tolerated them. They did the same in return.

Sure, Ed was a congenial guy and liked people, but it seemed that people could not handle his…personality and judgmental nature. He was also found to be a bit too aggressive at times. Edward normally would not approach people, but he would let them come to him.

"Hey, are you staring at that chick with the pink bangs?" asked Ed, snickering. Winry had told him in seventh grade that she was a lesbian, and he accepted this completely. It would be a little hypocritical since he himself was gay.

"N-no! I am not staring at her, although she is very attractive," she mumbled the last part, but all the while a becoming shade of pink dusted her cheeks. Her eyes were downcast and her blush had yet to fade into her usual lightly tanned complexion.

"Well, looks like Gear Head fancies someone," said Ed mischievously. He was feeling far more energetic and happy than earlier that morning.

Flashback

"BROTHER! Get up Brother, or you'll be late for the first day of school!" shouted Edward's ever playful and spontaneous brother Alphonse. Al was bouncing around his bedroom, which was located on the second floor of their two-story house, and was tugging the blankets off of him.

Edward groaned with the loss of warmth and curled in on himself, all the while cursing at Al and telling him to 'get the hell out'.

"I am not leaving until you get up, Brother," said Al with determination. Al, like his brother, was stubborn and studious. He had large, dim golden eyes. He also had short-cropped dirty blonde hair that almost matched his eyes. An ever-present smile tugged at Al's lips, and in turn, it grew into a wide, lopsided grin when Ed rolled off of the bed and fell face first onto the hardwood floor.

"Well, at least you're up, Brother. Now hurry up before Winry gets angry!" said Alphonse as he retreated downstairs. His childish laughter floated up to the elder Eric's ears, making the groggy teen smile. Edward sat up and looked blearily around him. His golden mane of hair fell over his shoulders, only just reaching past them. His eyes, which matched his hair, were a beautiful, dazzling golden hue.

Ed quickly rose from his position on the floor, remembering Al's warning about a pissed off Winry. That was never a pleasant thing, so he hurriedly scrounged around for a decent pair of pants and a shirt. He emerged from his closet with a pair of black leather pants and a black tank top that hugged his body in all the right ways. Since it was Louisiana, and the only two seasons actually acknowledged by nature were summer and autumn, he did not really need his jacket. It was usually so damn hot, that he was reduced to wearing a tank top and his boxers around the house. He liked his crimson red jacket, so he decided to wear it, despite the too-damn-hot weather scorching the Bayou State.

Ed's trademark jacket was a bright red with a black flamel on the back. It reached a bit past his knees and it felt a little roomy, but it was nonetheless very comfortable. He also chose to where his white gloves that day. The loose locks of hair cascading over Edward's shoulders were hurriedly tied into a neat braid with a small black hair tie. He looked himself over in the mirror propped against the wall. Ed smirked with approval and then stalked downstairs, still not quite ready to go to school, yet eager to see how everyone has changed.

You're finally up, Brother? It took you long enough," Al chirped with sickening cheer. He was always the morning person, not Ed. How on Earth does he wake up at five in the morning and look so upbeat?

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm up," replied Edward with a tired grin. He grabbed the mug of coffee that Al had made him and downed half of its contents in one greedy swig, almost scalding his tongue.

"Good, 'cause you have to get going!" crowed Al as he lunged at Edward and tackled him to the ground. Alphonse laughed at the scowl that Ed gave him as he disentangled their limbs. Since Al went to a different high school that started later, Edward always left earlier for school. "Al, you have to stop doing that to unsuspecting victims," growled a now slightly sour Ed. "Well, I guess I have to go, see you later, Alphonse."

"Bye, Brother!"

End Flashback

Since then, Edward had felt much more alert and cheerful due to the coffee and the initial shock of being smacked upside the head with a wrench. He grimaced at the memory.

Winry and Edward walked up the flagstone walkway to the school. They pushed open the large oak doors and stepped inside, sighing in relief when a blast of cool air greeted them. Both of them had gotten their schedules a week in advance in the mail, so they could go strait to their respective homerooms.

"Well, this is me. See you later Ed!" said Winry as she entered her homeroom. Edward said his farewells and went off in search of his homeroom. He looked at his schedule and saw who was it that he had homeroom with. Ed's face paled considerably, for he had Izumi Curtis as his teacher.

She taught AP Biology, albeit, with violence and shouting throughout each lesson. Izumi was strict, to say the very least, but she was a close friend of the Elric family. She stopped by every now and then to check on the boys, seeing as their mother had passed away and their father was never home. Izumi had also been Ed's tutor for years and had helped them with the bills, even though their father, Hohenheim, sent them some money. In short, Edward was frightened of her.

He eventually found the classroom and entered cautiously, aware that there was danger lurking within that room. As he entered, he had a sinking feeling of dread, but when he looked around him he found that he was utterly alone. Izumi was not even there yet.

Ed breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down in a seat in the back row, waiting for other students to get there. He flipped through random Biology textbook for the better part of five minutes when he heard the door open. He looked over at the new comer and saw the green-haired boy standing in the doorway with a half-grin, half-smirk playing on his lips. Edward had not noticed before, but the boy had effervescent amethyst eyes. His breathing hitched from looking into those seductive eyes. Ed jerked his head up a little so as to pull himself from the trace he had been in. He could not deny that he had a sort of fixation for the green-haired boy already.

The mysterious boy walked airily toward him and took the seat beside him. He threw his backpack to the floor and turned to him, still smirking. "'Sup Shrimpy," was his greeting. His voice was a pleasant tenor that was not too high pitched, but it was definitely not very masculine. Edward took notice of this fact soon after he had finished his rant of, "I am not short you Palm Tree!"

The green-haired boy grew silent and then suddenly burst out in peals of laughter. "I have never heard that one before! That was a good one. So, what's your name, Shrimp? I'm Envy Alighieri, nice to meet you," said the boy.

Ed restrained himself from ranting about being called 'Shrimpy', but he managed to respond civilly. "My name is Edward Elric, but just call me Ed," he said.

They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Ed decided that he hated awkward silences more than awkward conversations. "So what kind of a name is 'Envy'?" he asked the sin.

Envy blinked, apparently having been disturbed in his reverie, and smiled a bit. He has a beautiful smile, Ed thought to himself.

"Well, my mom, Lust, got it from her mother Dante, who named my uncle and aunt Greed and Sloth. My dearest Daddy, Pride, is the principal, in case you haven't put two and two together. They wanted to carry on the 'tradition' so that's how I came to be Envy," the sin told him. "Kind of ironic, huh?"

Ed did not know what to say, except that he though that the name fit, and it sounded incredibly sexy when the sin said it. Of course he did not voice this, but he instead nodded and murmured "interesting" while leaning back in his seat. Students had finally begun to fill the room. Now, they were all waiting for the bell to signal first period.

Well, I got chapter one done! Hope you all like it! Farewell for now my darling readers!