Love and Be Loved Chapter 1: I'd Lie, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Devon: Hey everybody. I know I should be updating my other stories but this little one-shot/song-fic has been bugging me for the longest time so I was just like 'hey might as well' so here it is.

Disclaimer: I donn't own Full Metal Alchemist, the characters or the song 'I'd Lie' (taylor swift owns that one) I do own the OC in the story. You wont understand why I have one until you read it but when you do if you've ever read any of my other stories you'll probably figure out who it is. I wasn't really into the whole 'make a new oc just cuz of a song' so yeah....

I'd Lie

[Italisized (sorry about spelling errors) are the song lyrics (I also made them bold just incase fanfiction would let me make them italisized). Every thing else is either the story or my authors note at the end]

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes

He invited me to go with him. Even if it's only as a friend the idea of sitting next to him in that car for the next hour or so, doing whatever, talking like old times sounds great. What I wasn't expecting when I climbed in with him was him spilling everything. His secrets, his adventures. He's letting me in. Al is in the hospital recovering after getting his body back and Edward is telling me everything about his adventures and yet he seems to be holding back something. God, he has to stop looking at me with those eyes or I'll never last. I'll spill my guts right here and now, yet every time he looks away I long for his gaze to be on me. His beautiful golden eyes locked with mine.

He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs and

He says he'll never fall in love. I'm not sure what he means by that but when he runs his fingers, human or auto-mail, through his golden hair and looks at me with those eyes I can't help but to laugh and hope that he's wrong. How can he not see it?

I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

Ed's faavorite color is green. Green and blue. He says he likes green because it reminds him of the hills of Resembol. Of home. He's never explained why he likes blue though. He always argues with me but I wouldn't have it any other way. If I did it wouldn't be the Ed I grew up with. His older sister Lexie from the other side of the gate is absolutley beautiful. How does she do it? She never does anything special she swears but she's beautiful. If they weren't siblings I'd prrobably worry about her sweeping one, or both, of the brothers off their feet and all three of them leaving me. Everytime I look into Ed's eyes I can't help but feel safe and happy. Ed says he couldn't look in a mirrior for the longest time because he would see his father's eyes staring back at him. I don't know if he has the same problem, although he probably doesn't, but many people have asked me if I love him. I deny it everytime. I can't help it. Best friends aren't supposed to fall in love...right?

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

Edward looks around the room. He seems anxious. I'm not surprised though, after everything he's been through why would he been content just sitting here doing nothing. I watch everything he does. They all notice it except him. Why can't he see it. I watch him do one thing and I know exactaly what will happen next. I can read him like an auto-mail book layed out in front of me. I know him that well.

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

'Everything has a logical explination' he says. Stupid stubborn alchemist. No it doesn't! If it does, can you tell me why I love you even though you've hhurt me hundreds of times before and you'll probably never love me back? Even through all the hard ships in his life I've never seen him cry once, except while he was perparing for auto mail and such. I could never be that strrong, I cry almost everytime he's gone. I try to hide it. Everyone but the one I want to see it sees it though. If he's suppsoed to be so smart why isn't he noticing the obvious signs?

I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

He stands there then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breathe for you

He did it again. The same thing everytime. Stands there quietly for a minute, smiles, turns around, waves slightly, and then walks away. Once again I'm staring at his back. I've seen it so many times I could probably paint a picture of it with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. I want to tell hiim, though. Right then, right now!. I almost do it, too.

He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, "My god, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle

Yeah, he's only foucused on his alchemy. Give me a break. I saw him. He was playing the guitar, and oh God, his singing voice. How can anyone look the way he does, talk and act the way he does and then be able to sing? It must be illegal, or he's some how using alchemy or something to make him better than he really is. How can he break down anything in the world to the smallest particle or whatever you want to call it in the blink of an eye but he some how can find a way to see what I've been trying to tell him. Why doesn't he read me and my heart like he does with all those stupid alchemy books once and a while? I wake up every morning to either see him laying on the couch, snoring or to see his smiling face in the picture I have sitting on my bed side table and he's the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of when I wake up and I don't care if that's pathetic. People have told me I don't need it, but I'll do anything to get him to notice me. Even if it's not a lot, just some lip gloss or blush. Just something. If I could have anything in the world it would be for him to love me back, but obviously that'd take a miracle.

Yes, I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

He says his favorite color is green, but I wish it was blue, or even silver or lemon yellow. Something that reminds him of me. Some times I start an arguement with him, just to talk with him. He never says anything to hurt me, or rather he doesn't any more but you can tell he has fun. Something to do and it kills me inside but I love watching his reactions to every little thing that happens. Lexie seems even more beautiful every day. I wish I could get some of the secrets to how she does it out of her. Maybe he'd notice me then. His eyes seem to get more and more golden. He says he used to hate his eyes because they were his father's eyes but I love his eyes, because they're his eyes. They keep asking me if I love him and I deny it every time but one of these times I'll probably slip. I'll let it out and then it will probably be all over. Any chance at romance I had with him and our friendship.

(Not part of the song) A few months later, the boys, and Lexie, have been home for a year now.

"Hey, Winry?" Ed calls walking in to my work shop.
"Yeah, Ed?" I asked, putting my wrench down on my table. He looked worriedly at it for a few seconds before looking back at me.
"Well, um...Granny asked me to go to town and get some supplies for dinner, but she doesn't trust me alone and Lexie and Al are both down at mom's grave." He said. He sounded nervous.
"Really? I thoguht Granny went to town with Lexie and Al to get supplies for dinner." I replied. Ed made a face like I was making this harder than I should. Okay maybe I lied a little. I love arguing, with him. I don't know if he feels the same way, but hey a girl can hope, can't she?
"Uh, nope." he replied, quickly. I stood up, wiping my hands on a towle sitting next to me.
"Alright then let's go." I said. Ed looked at me confused.
"You're not gonna...change?" he asked, looking me up and down. I did the same to myself. My usual over-alls tied around my waist, black tube-top, and red bandanna.
"Nope, you said we're going to town so it's not like they haven't seen me in this before and it's just faster to do this than bother changing, seemings I'm just gonna get back into this when we get back." I replied. Ed seemed to get more nervous, and his face turned a little pink, what ever that meant, but he just shrugged and walked out of my workshop, motioning for me to follow. I sighed, I'll never understand men.
Edward and I had been walking for a few minutes before I realized something. We were going the wrong way. What in the world was this boy doing. I decieded to let it go. I figured I'd figure it out eventually. Did that make any sense? Oh., well never mind. We were alone and I knew that if I didn't get it out now I'd never have the guts to do it again.
"So..." We both began. I looked at him and he looked back at me before motioning for me to go first. Chicken.
"Um....Ed...what's your...favorite color?" I asked, chickening out. 'What's your faavorite color?' God, I need to work on that. Ed must of thought do to, because he looked at me weirdly.
"My, favorite color?" he asked. I nodded. Might as well go with it. "Well," he said, sighing as if the question took a lot of thought. "I guess...blue." he answerd. His reply, caught me off gaurd. Blue?
"Why?" I asked trying to hide the excitement and hope in my voice.
"Well, it's the color of the sky," What an old answer "Most alchemy lights up kind of blue-ish when it's done," Stupid Alchemy freak. "And, I like...your eyes." I blushed. My eyes? "Okay my turn." he said, before I could comment about his last answer. "Do you have a problem with the way I look?" he asked. What the hell? What kind of question in that?
"Um, no. Why?" I asked. God, I'd never understand this boy.
"I don't know. My eyes and hair are a weird color, I'm...I'm...I'm um...shorter than most people my age would be, and you know things like that." he replied. He looked kind of sick after he said he was 'shorter than most people' Oh, God I'm trying so hard not to laugh right now.
"No, I love the way your hair and eyes look because it's unique. You really stand out in a crowd and you've gotten taller. Even I have to admit that." I replied. It was true to. Not only about his hair and eye color but about his height too. The top of my head was now up to his nose. "My turn...actually I'm not sure what to ask." I added honestly. He laughed slightly but then looked at me seriously.
"Seemings you can't think of anything, can I ask you another question?" he asked. I noticed now that we had stoped. We were where, what me and the brother's remember as 'Where I turned them down'. It hard to believe that we still remember it but years ago the boys had gotten into another fight over who would marry me but I turned them down, sayiing 'I don't want to marry someone shorter than me.' For the longest time that was a lie but now it wasn't again. I didn't want to marry someone shorter than me because that someone that I wanted to marry had grown. I nodded, letting him know that he could ask another question. He gulped before looking me right in the eye.
"Alright, this is gonna take a lot of my courage. I've been trying to figure out a way to do this for months. Lexie and Al have been helping me but finally I decided this was the best way. I know it's weird for me to feel this way because yourr my best friend, and have been like a sister to me but I couldn't help it and I couldn't change the way I felt either. I guess now that I think about it, I guess I've felt this way for a while but it never occured to me until Lt. Hawkeye brought it up, and kind of opend my eyes to the fact but..." He slowly got down on one knee. I think I'm having a heart attack. "As it turns out...I've been in love with you for a long time but I was always so foucused on getting Al's body back that I never thought of it but now I have time to think about things like this and I'm ready to tell you, despite the consequences. Winry Rockbell, I love you more than anything and it would make me the happiest man alive if you agreed to become Mrs. Edward Elric." He said, looking up at me from where he was on one knee, with those big golden eyes that I loved so much, holding a silver ring that no doubt he made with alchemy but I didn't care.
"You moron!" I yelled. He suddenly got very scared. "I've been waiting for you to ask me or at least tell me you loved me for years because I was to chicken afraid that it would jepordize our friendship if you didn't feel the same way!" I said. I was still yelling but my voice was lower and tears were forming in my eyes. "Of course I'll marry you." I finally said. His eyes grew wide, but with out a word he slid the ring, which fit perfectly might I add, onto my finger and stood up. The he did something I had been waiting for. He kissed me. Long and hard and all of these years of locked up feelings seemed to flood out as our lips moved togetherbut I knew it would take more than just one kiss to get all of our feelings out but that was just what the ring on my finger was for, and I'd never let him forget it.

Back at the house

"Lexie, why are you walking around with a stupid grin on your face? You're acting like brother with dirt on Brigader General.(A/N: Okay I know I got that one wrong. I feel so stupid about it but I can't remember what his title was!)" Alphonse said, looking up from the book he was reading to see his older sister acting like an idiot. "And have you seen brother or Winry lately? I haven't seen them in a while."
"Oh, Al. Almost everything is right in the world. We just have to find you a girlfriend and get Mustang and Hawkeye together before we all shrivel up and die and all will be right in the world...okay romaticaly for us anyways." she replied, before walking off still in a giddy daze. Alphonse decided right then and there that he had a feeling he knew where his brother and Winry were...and that he would never understand his sister.

Devon: Okay, that took longer than I expected but I'm proud of it. And now maybe I can finally get some peace. You have no idea how long this fic has been begging me to write it. lol. Anyways, if you liked it please review cuz now that this fic is out of my head all my other song-fic/one-shot fics that I've been keeping locked inside my twisted mind are trying to come out so, maybe if enough people say I should I'll do a little multi-chapter thing with random song-fic and/or one-shot EdWin, Royai, and AlNoah/AlRose/AlOc(I'm really not sure who I like Al with) and maybe some other couple(s). I'm not sure, you're the readers. If you like that idea tell me. If not then say so. Either way I hope you review and I'm glad you take time to read my fic(s)! ^.^