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Chapter 1: High End of Low.

Just as he figured, he knew they were going to be in debt sometime soon, he also knew they were going to—sooner or later—be having money troubles, but what caught him off guard was the fact that those seemingly small troubles were going to be the biggest downfall of his life in his little house inside of Arizona Phoenix.

Because of those money troubles, they were now forced to move out. Or "evicted" to be more accurate.

And he knew where it was that they were supposed to go if the time ever called for it...

"They" being his brother and himself.

But, oh, how Ed ever dreaded going there, that's the whole reason why he's been trying his hardest to make money and support himself and his year younger brother and makes ends meet.

But when he no longer could, and when he got the news that they were getting evicted from the house that they had grew up in, he was in deep shit. All of his hard work, and his brother's hard work, never paid off in the end.

And now they were moving out.

But before they get forced out of their house and forced again to go to the airport with their belongings at their sides, and forced yet again to leave Arizona Phoenix—the place that Edward loved the most—they were getting one last supper with their closest friend—and practically one of Ed's family members—at the Rockbell residence, one of Edward's closest friends Winry and of course with her Granny, Pinako, at her side.

Edward and Alphonse Elric both sighed heavily after they finished their home-cooked meals at the dining table at Winry's house, and looked away from the table to look around the house lost in nostalgia.

They really were going to miss this small house, another place where Ed and Al grew up in because this house was practically another home to them; this was their home away from home.

And what they both had on their minds at that very moment, was that maybe they might never be able to see this place again for a very long time…Not only that…But they might not be able to see Winry or granny for quite some time as well.

Edward sighed heavily for the second time that day, after he ate his delicious home-cooked meal and crossed his arms angrily in frustration as he glared down at his worn out and scuffed up sneakers in disdain.

"I don't want to leave." He grumbled as he pursed his bottom lip.

Alphonse sighed heavily beside him at the other end of the table as he nodded his head in agreement. "Me neither..." His brother mumbled. "They're forcing us to go! We can easily live here with granny and Winry!" Alphonse shouted in frustration, then his eyes lit up with hope as he looked expectantly over at his older brother. "Can't we stay with Winry and granny brother?" He gently pleaded, he already knew the answer to that question before he even asked it, but he wanted to ask it anyways, just so he can get at least a little sense of finality.

Everything up to this point, felt like a bad dream to Alphonse. He only wanted his older brother's word just so he can be sure that none of this was just some horrible nightmare he's having while in a coma. As ridiculous as that sounded in his head, he just wanted his older brother's word as some form of closer.

Al was hoping at this point that his brother would nod his head and confirm that they can stay with granny and Winry until they get back on their feet, but he only frowned when he saw Edward's braided head shake furiously in refusal, a total opposite of what he wanted Edward to do.

"We can't stay here and be a burden to them, that's the last thing I wanted to happen," Edward slowly explained. "It was after going to HIS place for shelter." He grumbled the last part, before he looked up to meet Alphonse's disappointed gaze. "But being a burden to Winry and granny was the first thing I NEVER wanted us to do..." Edward explained with a short snort after words. "I hate that we ever let it resort to this, us having to stay with Dad and move out of Phoenix. Leaving behind the house we grew up in, and leaving Winry and that old coot behind. But we have no choice; this is what mom wanted too. It was mentioned in her will that she wanted us to stay with our so called 'father' after she passed...So we have to fulfill mom's wishes up until the very end Al." Edward said with a sigh of defeat and a small apologetic smile. "That's just how life is dealt sometimes, and we got the band hand in the end of the deal."

Alphonse sometimes hated when his older brother was right at times, because once in a while, it really did suck. Especially NOW of all times for his brother to be accurately correct, and know what's responsible and what's not.

Edward heard Al once again sigh just as he did and hear him grunt a reluctant response.

Edward scowled down at his shoes once again. 'Don't worry lil bro, I hate this as much as you do. I'm just glad were together still.' Edward thought, a small frown forming across his face.

Edward's thoughts were soon interrupted when Winry waltz in through the kitchen door, a bright smile on her face, while she held chocolate cake in one hand and a knife in the other.

Edward was actually going to miss that trait about Winry, how she always just seemed to know when to pop up at the right time when he or Alphonse were feeling a bit off in behavior and attitude wise.

As Winry walked in through the door with a small round cake in her hands, she skipped over to the table, her long blonde hair that hung up in her usual pony-tail bobbed up and down with her jovial movements and gently she put the cake down and looked at both of her dearest friends with a smile. "I made this last night!" She announced happily. "I wanted to make sure that you guys get cake before you both left for the airport..." She trailed off, her once bright smile slowly fading from her face as she held on tightly to the knife in her hands and attempted to cut the cake.

But once Edward looked down at her hands, he easily caught the shaking of her hands once she reached over to grab the knife and try cutting the cake laid out in front of her on the table, and when Edward looked up to read her facial expression all he saw was her face being hidden away behind a long curtain of blonde hair, and he could clearly see that she was trying hard not to cry as she bit down hard on her quivering bottom lip.

He held in a long dreary sigh as he got up from his spot at the table and laid a reassuring hand on top of her small slender shoulder with a small smile. "Don't cry all over the cake Winry, you'll make it taste like salt." He wrinkled his nose in displeasure at that. "And I don't like salt that much, so I'll cut it for you instead." He half-heartedly comforted as he gently took the knife out from her shaking hands and gently lead her away from the cake and placed her in a chair beside his brother.

She sniffled quietly as she nodded her head. "Okay..." She agreed unhappily as she began rubbing the back of her hands on her tear laden eyes to stop stifle her freshly fallen tears.

Edward sadly smiled and continued to cut the small cake. "Where's granny? I thought she would be here to see us off or something. Knowing her, she's probably jumping with joy that I'm finally leaving." Edward grumbled as he pictured the old bag glowing happily as she threw roses in the air.

"You know she isn't happy that both of you are leaving Ed!" Winry defended. "She's just as sad as I am!" Winry argued. "She isn't as heartless as you make her out to be Edward." She said with a pout.

"Yeah brother! She kept smiling at us, but very sadly throughout supper whenever you made your stupid jokes! She's gonna miss us!" Alphonse also defended the old woman who wasn't there to argue for herself.

Alphonse watched his brother cut the cake skillfully and felt that little spark of envy bubble up inside of him whenever he noticed that his brother held skills in hand-eye coordination. But then again, he was always the one to feel just a bit too proudly that he exceeded his older brother's fighting skills whenever they had hand-to-hand combat.

Alphonse thoughts were soon caught off when he heard his brother scoff loudly.

"Yeah, yeah! I wasn't being serious you guys! Sheesh! Learn how to joke once in a while," Edward said as he rolled his eyes. "And they aren't stupid jokes!" He said in defiance as he raised his nose in the air.

It went silent for a couple of seconds, and Winry felt the need to finally speak up about her granny's whereabouts.

"Granny is just putting gas in the car so she can take you guys to the airport..." She said as she looked down at her hands that laid on top of her lap and wrung them together. How was it that this was going to be their last visit? How long were they going to be gone? And how long has it been since she last cried like this?

She soon couldn't handle her own emotions as she then brought her hands up to her face and softly sobbed into them. "I don't want you two to leave…" She cried quietly, her shoulders shaking with each small whimper she made.

"Winry...Don't cry please..." Alphonse comforted as he placed a hand onto hers with a small smile.

She jumped slightly at the sudden touch of his hand on hers, but soon relaxed when she realized just how warm it was and how comforting his thumb felt when gliding gently across the back of her hand. She was definitely going to miss this about Alphonse Elric. He always knew how to make her feel better, with just simple things like this.

Winry looked up and stared into Alphonse warm hazel eyes as her own light blue eyes sparkled with fresh tears her blue, she couldn't help but smile small at Alphonse's kind and smiling face.

"We'll always have our memories right? Not only that but we'll call you the first thing when we get there." Alphonse reassured. "And we'll keep calling every day after that, and every night as well, just to see how everything is going. Won't we brother?" Alphonse asked as he looked back to Edward from across the table. Al soon smiled triumphantly when he saw his older brothers face give a small scowl before he reluctantly gave a slow nod of his head in agreement.

"See? And Edward only looks that way whenever he doesn't want to do something but knows he has to anyways." Alphonse whispered loudly to Winry, making sure his voice was heard by his older brother.

"Hey!" He heard Edward shout, obviously offended at what he considered to be true.

Alphonse ignored his brother whole-heartedly after that as he rubbed his thumb across Winry's hand with a small smile. "We'll always think about you and granny." He consoled.

Winry smiled sadly but nodded anyways as she hugged the youngest Elric brother hard. "I'm going to miss you guys..." She sniffled, already feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she held onto his shoulder tightly as though her entire life depended on contact alone.

Edward had to look away at the touching scene.

He hated good-byes...He hated it even more when Winry started to cry just because of them. He never liked it when Winry cried, and now he just hated himself all the more that he was the one that caused all this, he never tried hard enough to get and keep a job. He kept blaming himself for the fact that he and his brother were getting evicted, it was his fault wasn't it? Why should Winry and Alphonse be the ones to suffer?

So with a loud cough and clearing of his throat, he slid the freshly cut cake in Al's and Winry's direction with a confident smirk.

"There you go! Get the plates woman!" He ordered as he pointed off into the direction of the kitchen cabinets, if there's one thing that Edward was proud of at that moment, was that he could break a sad or awkward moment with a joke, or with just his asshole attitude.

He regretted his decision though quickly after, when Winry whipped her head up from within Alphonse's shoulder, and glared menacingly directly at him.

He also felt his blood run cold once he saw her reach into her pants pocket for her wrench. He quickly waved his hands about in the air in surrender as he all but begged for the crazy mechanics forgiveness.

"I was kiddin' you psychotic mechanic otaku!" Edward shouted as he ran to the back door of Winry's house.

"Get back here Chibi chump!" Winry shouted after him as she threw every object closest to her at his retreating—and very small—figure.

0.o.0.o.0

A couple hours after supper—and after successfully out running Winry—Both Alphonse and Edward were finished packing, and now all of their belongings were stuffed haphazardly in the trunk of granny Pinako's car, and they were off to the airport.

Alphonse sat beside Edward during the whole ride there, with Winry in the passenger seat and Pinako behind the wheel. The ride to the airport was brutally silent.

Both of the Elric brother's wanted to start a conversation, but what was there to be said that they haven't already said before this whole disastrous car ride had started? Both feared that if they even uttered a single sentence, Winry would start bawling, making granny tear up because of it.

So they bit their lips and kept their mouths shut until they finally reached the airport and walked through the security check, all of them by then had started conversing about trivial things, and about how it was Alphonse's first time in an airport, including Edward's, and how Winry went to one before but never actually got to travel anywhere before, and they also talked about how granny Pinako had only travelled once, but it was only to pick up her latest shipment in auto parts.

They all had stopped conversation again when it was time for the brother's to board the airplane which would then take them up into the air, and straight to Los Angeles.

With Edward hating every minute of it.

Both of the brother's then turned around, just as they were about to board the plane—and after they gave the nice lady behind the desk their tickets—she had allowed them to say there farewells as she handed back their passports.

"Don't forget to call when you get there you guys! And give me your number once you do so I can call too!" Winry shouted—actually threatened would be the accurate word—as she glared heatedly at both of her childhood friends. But then began smiling brightly when they both hurriedly nodded their head with terrified expressions on both their faces.

Edward waved with a brooding scowl, but slowly a smile began spreading across his face as he started to wave his hand more vigorously. "We'll be back! And when we do I'll be tall, you'll see!" He hollered. "So tall that you guys will need a ladder just to hug me!" He shouted.

"Keep dreaming big Edward!" Winry shouted as she began laughing hysterically at Edward's priceless pissed off expression.

"We'll call everyday granny and Winry! We promise!" Alphonse shouted, they both then waved one last time as they turned around to finally board the plane.

"I love you guys!" They heard Winry shout behind them.

Edward turned around to give her a two finger salute while Alphonse waved with a bright smile.

Edward sighed in displeasure. 'I wonder when we'll ever go back home...' He soon shook his head at the thought. He'd rather not think about that right now, not when their boarding the airplane, he just might turn tail and run back to granny and Winry, if he kept thinking about their sad expressions and their teary good-bye.

"Well...Let's see if we'll make this travel out alive." Edward said, unease clear in his voice.

"Don't say that brother!" Alphonse whined beside him. "You'll jinx the airplane!"

"You just jinxed it by saying 'jinx' you idiot!"

0.o.0.o.0

Edward turned the page as silently as he could, then slid the book mark into the chapter he was now on, and placed the book into his lap, he looked beside him and over to Alphonse, who sat in the seat beside him as he rested his dirty blonde head on his shoulder, his younger brother's breathing calm and relaxed.

Edward gave a small smile then turned his head to look out of the window; the clouds beside the plane were surreal to him. They were so close that he wanted to smash the window open and reach his hand out, but he knew that would only end up with him having a broken arm (again) and all of the passengers in the plane freezing to death at how cold it is up in the air and inside the atmosphere.

So he sufficed with just looking out and admiring them from afar as he usually did. He yawned quietly and tried stifling it by covering a hand over his mouth. His eyes were now feeling sore and they burned with fresh tears, his eyes were mainly sore from all the reading he did prior to boarding the plane and finding their seats.

'It wouldn't kill me if I took a little nap...Would it?' he thought with a raised eyebrow as he shot a look out of the window again, they WERE high up in the air, the engine of the plane could blow at any time, and the plane could also run out of fuel causing them to dead fall all the way to the earth and then blow up, or they could get hijacked and totally repeat the tragic incident of 9/11...But there was little chance of that happening. For he had a feeling that the plane wouldn't be his death, but the fact that his father COULD be.

He scowled deeply at the mere thought of the man who abandoned them years ago and felt the sudden urge to actually punch a hole through the glass just so he wouldn't face him.

But then he grumbled under his breath and scowled deeply at the clouds. 'Hate to fall asleep knowing that HE was my last thought.' He grumbled inside his head, then focused his thoughts on someone else.

His mom.

He smiled sadly and reached into his sweater pocket, where he knew he kept his silver pocket watch inside. The pocket watch was what his mother had given to him when she laid in her pure white death bed. The last gift his mother had ever given him.

He sighed at the depressing memory and rested his head on the window of the plane. 'The saddest part of leaving Phoenix...Is the fact that we're leaving the house we grew up in with mom...' He thought miserably. Closing his golden colored eyes and calmed his breathing.

The last thought before he drifted off to sleep was him, Alphonse, and his mother sitting on the front porch of their house, looking at the sunset.

0.o.0.o.0

Edward was now terrified of planes, thanks to a half awake Alphonse mistaking the clouds for being smoke from the propellers and shouting in Edward's ear that they were going to crash, and right when he finally managed to fall asleep again too.

He also couldn't shake the fear of being up thousands of miles high, hovering above cities, and the way the shaking feels of the turbulence when they touched down.

Everything was nerve racking about a plane, when Ed was inside the plane and looking at the clouds float by freely was nice, but that was when he was tired and didn't know what he was thinking about anything anymore.

But now that it was all over—and with Edward thanking God, Shiva, Buddha, and any other God's out there in the world numerous of times as he planted his sneakers on the safety of hard cement—him and Al were outside of the airport, bags at their sides and rolling suitcases in their hands, they waited for their so called 'father' to pick them up outside of the airport.

Edward scowled in annoyance as the minutes ticked by, he happened to have noticed many people come and go without a care in the world as they jumped into taxi's, or into cars belonging to family members as they were greeted with smiles, hugs and kisses...While they on the other hand, continued to stand there, looking like abandoned idiots, and waiting impatiently for their father—that might not even come, or might not even remember them when he does come—to pick them up.

"You wonder what he looks like now?" Alphonse gushed, a nervous smile on his lips as he fidgeted with his back-pack in his hands.

"Who?" Edward asked, not really paying attention as he looked around outside the airport, L.A so far, doesn't look as extravagant and beautiful as his mother has put it inside her will.

It was actually hard to imagine that this was the exact same city his mom and dad had first met many years back. He also couldn't imagine his 'dad' being as loving and caring as his mom has described him to be in the will.

"Dad you idiot!" Alphonse soon shouted, snapping Edward out of his thoughts. "I'm trying to imagine him with some of our characteristics but it's hard. Do you think he's tall or short?" Al's sentence was soon cut off when he was hit up-side the head with Ed's hand. "OW! What was that for!?"

"Don't say short!"

"I wasn't saying that about you nim-rod!"

"What did you call me!?"

"Be quiet brother people are staring!"

"Let them stare! I don't care! Let's give them a show while we're at it!" Edward hollered. Turning around to stick out his tongue as he pulled his eye lids down and began making faces at the pedestrians surrounding them. "Nyaaaah!"

Then he got punched in the jaw by his younger brother.

After that, they scuffled outside of L.A's airport, with people standing around them as many of them threatened that they were going to call security.

That is until both of the brothers were yanked apart, Edwards fist flying about as he still tried to at least land a few good blows to his younger brother so he can then consider himself the winner after the brawl.

But his antics were soon cut short of his meaningless dream, as he swayed above ground, his toes barely touching the sidewalk as he was being held up like a dirty cat.

He blinked in confusion, then started struggling at the firm grasp at the back of his shirt collar as someone held him up. "Let me go! Don't make me kick your ass old man!" He shouted furiously as he kicked and shouted out many profanities.

"Brother!" He heard Alphonse call his name in a tone that sounded like surprise.

He soon stopped his rant and looked beside him over to the man that was holding him up and off the cement. And the first thing that he saw, were the shining pair of glasses looming over him and then the blonde scruffy beard and mustache, and finally the long blonde hair inside a pony-tail.

He also noticed that the middle aged face looked so familiar, but at the same time it didn't. But he knew who it was instantly.

"Hohenhiem..." He grumbled as he weakly smiled. More like, as he FORCED a smile.

His father was the one that broke up the fight and was now holding him up off the cement.

His luck just couldn't get any better.

0.o.0.o.0

From observing his father, and after un-packing all of their things inside his and Al's new bedroom, Edward had learned that his dad certainly didn't give a good god DAMN about them or how their mom has been before the illness took over her body. His father didn't even ask them a single question what-so-ever when they got into the car and drove to their new home on an apartment flat three stories up.

Edward also learned that his father was taking his single life pretty good, and for that, Edward disliked him all the more, his father's whole entire apartment looked like one sweet bachelor pad. A huge dining room table, a giant flat screen TV inside a huge living room, one master bedroom (that's where his father slept), and another big bedroom that him and Alphonse are currently staying in together, and the kitchen was the size of their last bedroom back in Phoenix. Everything about the apartment flat was extravagant, expensive looking, new, and oh-so boring.

Everywhere Edward looked, none of the walls proved to be a home, meaning, there wasn't a single photo of his father or anyone he knew, up in frames on the walls or anywhere where else he laid his eyes on, Edward saw free spaces on mostly every countertops and coffee tables.

There wasn't anything inside the house that proved to be his fathers "Home". It all looked bland, like someone magically transported an entire magazine article of a well decorated house, to his father's apartment.

Everything covering up of what his father really is.

And in Edward's own personal opinion, was a worthless dirt-bag, father of the year he AIN'T, and quiet jackass that scared him a little, and a giant prick for leaving them in the first place.

After he was done un-packing his clothes inside his new dresser, which was black thank goodness, he hated any other colors besides the color red and yellow. He soon sat at the edge of the twin sized bed (That fit him perfectly...Unfortunately) and looked out of the window of his bedroom balcony door. With a curious tilt of his head, he got up from the bed, over to the balcony door and slid it open wide.

He felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise; his own bedroom had the view of almost the ENTIRE city of Los Angeles. The sun has set, but that only intensified the view and actually made the city look larger when all of the cities lights were on. The street pole lamps that hung in nearly every block and corner made the city look bright, the streetlights, the vehicle lights, the building lights; every single damn light was bright and made Edward inhale in anticipation.

He definitely couldn't wait till tomorrow for him and Al to go sight-seeing around town. As much as he wanted to go now, nothing in this hour would be open, unless they wanted to go to the nearest drug-store for some junk food, or to a liquor store, to a casino, or to a strip club.

Which he doubted that they would even make it through the front door without being escorted out by bouncers.

Besides...He wouldn't EVER go to any of those places even when the sun was out and at its highest.

His odd thoughts were interrupted when he heard Alphonse calling his name. "Edward! Supper tiiime!" He heard Alphonse calling from somewhere inside his father's bachelor pad.

The short blonde turned around from leaning up against the railing of the balcony to shout a reply into their bedroom. "Coming!" He shouted back loudly, he took one last look at the city and at all of its lights, and with a small dreamy sigh, he headed back inside his bedroom and closed the balcony door behind him as he headed straight out of his bedroom.

He was instantly greeted with the scent of cheese, and with a huge inhale through his nostrils he ran to the kitchen table located on the other side of the living room walls, and with a screeching halt, he made it to the large table with a hungry look to his expression.

"Pizza." He announced in a dead pan voice as he took a seat and hungrily reached over to the middle of the table to grab a slice, only to be whacked in the hand with a hard silver spatula. "Ow! Geez Al!" He whined as he held his now throbbing hand with a hurt expression. How dare his younger brother strike him with a spatula for trying to eat when he was starving!

"Not until dad joins..." His younger brother's whispering voice scolded as he waggled the silver spatula above his head, then with a bright smile he looked over his shoulder, and over to the man that was hidden behind the walls surrounding the large living room and yelled. "Dad! Gonna have some pizza with us?" He asked in an exuberant tone.

A few silent minutes ticked by, and with Edward's stomach growling angrily all the while, Edward was starting to suspect that Hohenhiem's answer would never come, and he tried to slowly reach for a pizza, until he heard shuffling. And with a roll of his eyes, he sat still after that.

Alphonse then smiled brightly and started dishing out slices of pizza. "It's pepperoni with extra cheese...I don't know what you really like so...I'm sorry if you don't like it..." Alphonse apologized meekly for his ignorance.

Edward snorted while biting into the pizza ravenously. "Don't apologize Al," He said between chewing. "He doesn't know A THING about us. So I'm pretty sure he'll get over this tiny thing in time." Edward spat, biting into his slice with enough force to crack open a bone.

Alphonse winced at the harshly spat words and peeked over to his estranged father, who looked kind of put down at the words but kept quiet otherwise. He inwardly sighed in relief, but soon smiled brightly once he saw his father bite into his own pizza. Al soon took his spot across from Edward and closest to his father at the table and began eating along with them.

They ate their meal in silence, Edward and Alphonse would once in a while pipe up with a conversation, that really had nothing to do with their father, but with about their lives back at Phoenix, and sometimes, Alphonse would ask his father what goes on in his life.

Which the answers to those questions were quick, simple, short and sweet, for example: "I work as a Science Director." Or. "I do get paid a lot." And also. "Yes...I guess I do need to shave…" and to Alphonse's question about school, his father looked up from behind his pizza with an emotionless glaze in his grey eyes and answered. "You two start school tomorrow actually." He stated, blinking in surprise.

After those cruel words were uttered rather heartlessly, it went silent for a couple of heart beats.

"TOMORROW!?" Edward shouted, glaring heatedly at his idiotic father. "But we hardly know our way around the city! How the hell are we going to find our way to school? Let alone know where to come BACK from school!"

His father wiggled a finger in his ear with some sort of pout on his aged face, and looked to Edward with an apologetic expression. "I know, I realized that once you two finally made it here...Everything just seemed so surreal to me that I couldn't get my thoughts straight. It still seems like a dream...I just can't believe you two are almost fully grown up..." Hohenhiem stated sadly as he looked at two of his only sons.

To the right, was a gentle spoken boy with short dirty blonde hair and warm hazel eyes, and to Hohenhiem, Alphonse seemed like the type to fight with his words and not with his fists, and looked like he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

Then to the left of him, was a loud, outspoken, sometimes harsh—he deserved that kind of attitude in his opinion—short teenager, with long blonde hair that's braided neatly behind his head, with a permanent scowl etched onto his face—Which he doesn't blame him for—that made his bright golden eyes shine and burn like the embers from the sun. Which Hohenhiem also learned recently that the boy liked to curse and certainly has a way with profanity and words.

Edward's heart stung—just a little at his father's announcement—but just for a second, until his anger and rage boiled up to the surface and blinded all other emotions. "Well of course you would be shocked that we've grown! Since you've practically abandoned us years ago! How old were we? Two? Three? Since you last saw us?" Edward yelled as he then got up from his chair with haste, which had then caused it to fall backwards and onto the floor with a loud clatter and bang.

Everything once again became silent.

Edward glared heatedly at his father's blank expression and felt his hands ball to fists at his side, he spun around on his heel and stomped his way out of the kitchen. "Tch!" Edward spat over his shoulder as he quickly stormed away from the table. "I'll be in the room getting ready for SCHOOL apparently!" He shouted over his shoulder as he quickly stalked off towards his and Al's bedroom.

"Brother!" He heard Alphonse call in a desperate tone.

Edward wanted to look back, to reassure his brother that he wasn't mad at him, but he would most likely meet the eyes of HIM, and he would rather stare at a dog bite its own ASS than look into the sad and hurt expression of his dumb ass father.

So he never looked back as he practically jogged to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

With a deep set scowl on his face, he went over to his back-pack at the foot of his bed and un-zipped it angrily as he dug around inside. It came in handy to pack some pencils, paper, and notebooks once in a while. Because he had a hunch that someday it would serve some purpose on his travels. But he had no idea that it would be tomorrow that him and Al would have to start school again.

He thought it would be at least a week or two until they came back to school, considering it id now August 5th and another school semester was about to begin. And he didn't have a clue about the school's schedule down here in Los Angeles, but his father could of at least have given them a few days' notice that school was beginning down there in L.A.

But nothing could be done about it now.

Unfortunately.

Ed sighed in frustration as he sat on the floor right by his bed with his empty note book in his hands as he slid a hand through his hair. "A new High school...Everything is happening too fuckin' fast..." He muttered, dropping his book on the floor as he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his knees, wrapping his arms around them as he did.

'How can I get through it? How will Al and I be able to?' He thought, still having his head rested on his knees. 'I want you here ...Everything is confusing without you...' He brought his hands up to his eyes and groaned loudly.

He got up from the floor and went over to his dresser after that thought was said in his mind, and by that point, Edward only wanted to get dressed into pajama bottoms and hide his misery from the world, for the earlier he slept, the sooner it would be for him to wake up for school and get it over with.

"But my time schedule is so fucked up! I sleep practically ALL DAY and stay up ALL NIGHT!" He shouted out his frustrations to the world as he threw his pajama bottoms onto the bed and angrily un-did his zipper to his grey colored jeans and all but jumped out of his pants in a hurry for bed.

"Edward I know your—"

"Dad!" Edward yelled out in surprise and he quickly jumped to his bed, hiding his exposed legs underneath his pajama bottoms with a dark red blush dusting along his cheeks.

"I'm sorry!" His father shouted as he quickly retreated back behind his bedroom door.

"Knock before entering! You have people living in this house too yenno!" Edward yelled as he hid his blushing face in his hands. "God!"


If there is STILL typo's or whatever than meh bad :L

Also, yeah I know, what the fuck right? Deletes the story then uploads it again? But I always wanted to.

I'm back bitches! Sorry if I'm making you wait longer now ._. but if you truly like my story, then you'll continue to follow and favorite it :) I have recent and NEW chapters to this story, so it wasn't forgotten at all, I was merely improving them :)