(Hi! I'm still new to writing, so please be nice! This is only my second story (to be published) and the chapters will be smaller then my other story. I will update as often as i can, but i have other hobbies ^_^)

"Hey, cut it out bastard!" said a giggling Edlyn, pushing Roy away and off the sidewalk as he had been poking at her side. "You're giving me bruises." He chuckled at her with a playful smirk as he got off a strangers lawn. Now walking side by side again, they continued towards the park to meet their other friends. Ed had a grin on her face, enjoying messing around with Roy after Alchemy club. Apparently he enjoyed it too judging by the way he was still smirking.

"Don't be a kill joy, Miss Edlyn." Roy said, leaning into her face as he said the last part. She scowled at him; he knew she hated being called that! It made her sound all, ugh, girly. Granted she was very feminine looking, and had a sweet spot for girly things, but she didn't act it! You could tell by her clothes for goodness sakes! A red baggy hoodie, white gloves and…well, okay, maybe the black skinny jeans were girly too, but they were comfy! And damn, he could see how mad she was already, he backing up with an even bigger grin.

"You know, the nickname 'bastard' won't ever go away if you keep that up Mustang." She growled at him, making him throw his head back and laugh a deep throaty laugh as he rested his arm on her shoulder.

"Well, considering that you have called me that ever since we met, I have come to get used to it. Along with the fact that you are as hot tempered as you are short." He moved away quickly again, dodging a fist to the face. Ed was happy to see a little fear in his eyes, he the only one besides Al and Mom that knew that the hand she used was very, very hard. He gave a nervous chuckle as he slowly came back to her side. Ed hiked her backpack up higher; it slung over one shoulder as she held the strap. She decided then that next year she would buy the kind that has a strap you put over your neck, whatever that was called.

The rest of the walk was quite, but not uncomfortably so. They just walked together in piece rather than in pieces, Ed usually trying to rip Mustangs head off. There was a nice breeze today, making the warmer weather bearable in the long sleeves. The blondes' pony tail swung with each step she took, the sun making it shine as she started humming the newest annoyingly catchy radio song. She swore she saw Roy staring at her out of the corner of her eye, but she passed it off as a figment of her imagination.

They finally reached the park, most of it a flat grassy area with a few shading tree's. The sidewalk made a circle around the playground, with four lines going out to create a rectangular perimeter of it all. Ed spotted their friends near the swings, pulling Roy's T-shirt sleeve so she could point it out to him. Jean spotted them too, he standing up on his swing seat and holding on with one hand, waving with the other. Breda sneaked up behind him with a grin, so that when Ed and Roy were near enough, he pushed and Jean flew off. He flailed, falling forward and getting his foot caught on seat, he went down with a crash. And the crash was into Roy. And that turned it into dominoes, as he landed on Ed.

Ed went down with a rather girly squeak that she would later deny; Roy sprawled on top of her. The young blonde opened her eyes with a groan, though her look of confusion quickly turned into one of fluster. Her face went bright red as she saw what was holding her down. He was so close, laying flush against her. His knees were on the side of hers, his neck in her face as he held himself up on his elbows. What was only a moment felt like hours as she swore Roy would be able to hear her rabid heartbeat. Then it was over as Roy rolled off with his own groan, glaring up at the hysterically laughing Breda. Riza rolled her eyes as she walked over and offered a hand to help Ed up, though she smiled a little at seeing Ed's red face, just causing it to get worse.

"Is everyone okay?" Fuery asked nervously, he looking at the now standing Jean, Roy, and Ed.

"I'm good enough to beat Breda's ass." grumbled Mustang, dusting himself of then crossing his arms. Ed must have hit her head, because she thought she saw some pink on his cheeks too.

"What the hell were you thinking? I could have broken my neck!" yelled Havoc, chasing the still laughing Jockey.

"Ed, come here, that fall messed your ponytail up. There's stuff in your hair too." said the taller blonde, turning Ed around by her shoulders as she began picking leaves out of it.

"Just take the pony out, I can braid it when you're done." Riza half listened, taking the pony out, but then she pulled a comb out of her backpack and started a fishtail braid. "Aw, this always takes forever! What's with you and my hair?"

"Your hair is smooth and soft, it's easy to play with." stated Hawkeye.

"Hair is hair; I don't get what's so special about it." Ed said.

"Do you need another person's opinion? Fuery, come here and feel Ed's hair before I finish the braid."

Fuery did so with a blush painting his face, Ed feeling sorry for the guy since he didn't have a choice. Hawkeye was scary as hell if you didn't listen to her. But Fuery's blush went away quickly, he looking at Ed with a lock of her hair still in his hand. "Wow Ed, your hair really is soft!" he said, letting it go.

Roy glared a little at the three of them, confusing Ed. What was his problem? She couldn't think of anything that they were doing that would upset the guy. With a shrug, Ed let Riza finish her hair, Fuery watching the whole time.

All four of them look over at a loud 'gwa' that sounded a lot like a friend of theirs. Breda now had Havoc in a headlock, giving him a harsh noogie while cackling evilly. Ed started giggling, running towards them with her usual shocking speed. Neither of the guys saw her coming as she jumped and landed on them, making Havoc fall on the ground for the second time that day. After a shocked silence, every single one of the group of friends burst out laughing, the three still on the ground.

If any of them noticed the strange looks they were getting, none of them cared, they were all having too much fun.