She glared at the insolent blonde, sitting aloofly at the table. She pushed his feet off their perch, and they landed with a loud thunk on the floor. He looked up casually from his fingernails, slightly annoyed.
"Keep your feet off my table," she stated.
"It's not your table." He put his feet back up, just to make a point. She glared some more.
"You're such an idiot," she murmured as she walked away. He smirked victorious.
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She glared at the insolent blonde, swimming aloofly in the river. She sighed at the boy. Of course he was completely naked. She flushed lightly.
"Get out of the river, Ed," she said, beat.
He looked up without so much as a flush.
"Okay, if you insist."
He stood up. She turned a darker shade of red. Thank God the rope swing was blocking the view.
"You're such an idiot," she murmured as she walked away. He smirked, victorious, and continued his swim.
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She glared at the insufferable blonde pipsqueak that sat across the table. Dinner was never her favorite part of the day. He cleaned his plate, of course, but he hadn't so much as looked at the milk.
"Ed, drink your milk."
He didn't even look up.
"I'll pass."
"Damnit Ed! Do you WANT to be this short for the rest of your life? It's lke you want to be short just to have something to complain about! You bitch, and moan, about how HARD your life is, but you never take the measures to actually get off your whiny ass and DO SOMETHING about it! You're such an IDIOT!"
He stared at her, dumbfounded at what she just said. She was right. She had exploded, and called him short, but he was just so shellshocked, he didn't really register it. It was quiet for a few seconds after the fact, and Al just sat in his chair with a fork full of green-beans half-way to his mouth, looking in between the two of them. She had enough, and stomped out, slamming the door to her room behind her. Ed still kept the shocked look on his face. Al cringed at the sound of the door.
"What was that about?" Al said.
Ed shrugged, returning to his normal nonchalant look. "No idea," he said, crossing his feet on the table.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind the door.
"Feet. Off. Table!"
Ed quickly removed his feet, and twiddled his thumbs in his lap innocently.
A/N
I didn't actually make this as a character point of view. I kinda just made someone up to be a 'mother' to edward, while not. Kinda like a Winry, I suppose. Hey, maybe that's something i can look into! but si, i was very bored today in math class. I hope you all love the product of my boredom!