Melu: Well folks, I know I'm supposed to be working on Suteneko. But inspiration struck with this and I kinda well...you get it... I got writers block, okay? u.u Well, I won't drop this story. You know why? It's already finished! All you people have to do is review and I'll submit the next chapter. :D Anyways, if you guys want a story about how Roy and Edward met prior to this, just speak up.

I don't own FMA and nobody will ever make me!


Dear journal,

You see, I've been going my whole life thinking that I wasn't meant to be with anyone. But the strange thing is, there's this person who I think I'm falling in love with. I don't know for sure, but I won't tell this person until I know whether they return my feelings or not. I can go my life being single if they don't. I refuse to go with anyone else. I click with this person. We get along great. You see, I've known this person for about three years. This person's name is—

"Edward, hurry up! Mom's taking us to Winry's house so we can talk about the Ishbal War in History!" Alphonse's voice carried through to the bedroom, where Edward sighed and closed his journal, sticking it between the box-springs and mattress. "Coming!" He yelled, getting up and heading to the living room. Alphonse was searching wildly for his book. "Ed, where's my book?" Alphonse asked. "Um..." Edward paused.

"I dunno. Under the bed." He answered. Alphonse paused to blink several times at the statement, before heading back to the bedroom. After a few minutes he emerged, book under his arm. "Alright. Let's go."

It took them about fifteen minutes to make it to Winry's house. As soon as Trisha pulled into the driveway, Alphonse jumped out of the car, running up to the house. Edward was right on his heels, but Alphonse hit first. "I win." He declared, before knocking. A few minutes later Winry opened the door, looking between the two. "Hi boys." She greeted, smiling widely. Alphonse leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. Edward rolled his eyes.

"Hey Winry." He said flatly, all the enthusiasm of getting ready for an opera concert. Winry chuckled. "Good to see you too, Edward. Come on in!" She said, stepping aside.

About five minutes later, the group was gathered around a stack of papers, half of which had been scattered around in random order. Alphonse yawned. "Did you print pages five through eight?" He asked lazily, pulling out his cellphone to look through the pictures he had taken. Winry shook her head. "I came in here to ask you if the passage about the two doctors getting murdered was good for page four...I forgot. Sorry." She said, grinning guiltily.

"I'll get it." Edward mumbled, biting down on the strawberry pocky stick dangling out of his mouth. "Thank you Edward!" Winry squealed, clapping her hands together. Edward got up, ignoring the fact that Winry was scooting closer to Alphonse. He couldn't help to smirk that came to his lips as Alphonse let out a sharp gasp.

Edward walked into Winry's room, plopping down in her computer chair and gazing at the screen. "Let's see...page four...ah! Five." Edward copied the text from the browser and pasted it onto notepad, just as another window popped up. "..."

"Alphonse! Turn it off!" Alphonse broke away from the lip lock that he had been engaging in. "Be right back." He said, his tone half annoyed. He went back to the bedroom, crossing his arms. Edward's body had gone tense and his eyes were closed, facing away from the computer. "Edward, it's just an ad. Close it." Alphonse mumbled. "Holy—Do you see that brunette? Jesus!" Edward growled. "Close it." He said. Alphonse heaved a sigh, wandering over and closing the window out. Winry came in, frowning.

"What was that about?" She asked. Alphonse shrugged. "Edward being a pornophobe." He said. Winry sighed. "Edward, it's okay. It's not there anymore." She said. Edward shook his head. "No it isn't. I shouldn't be afraid of those things...I'm sixteen dammit! I shouldn't...yet I am..." He mumbled, pressing the green button on the printer and then pressing his forehead to his palm.

"It's alright, really Ed." Winry said, patting his head. "Stop coddling him. He needs to grow up." Alphonse mumbled, gunmetal orbs glaring straight at the blond girl. Winry sighed. "Alphonse..." She then shook her head. "If word gets out that he's still afraid of shit like this, he's going to be a target for bullying...more so than he already is." Alphonse said. He then shrugged passed her, going back to the living room. Winry glanced down at Edward.

"Sorry, Win...you shouldn't be mad at him. He's right." He said determinedly. He heaved a sigh and got up, moving past her. He could feel Winry's gaze on his back as he left the room, finding Alphonse sorting through the papers that had been scattered.

"...Alphonse?" Edward asked quietly. He plopped down next to the younger male, sighing. "You're not...mad at me, are you?" He asked quietly. Alphonse sighed. "No, Ed. I'm not." He answered shortly, going back to shuffling the papers. Edward grinned. "Good." He said. "I'm gonna go home." Edward got up to leave, but Alphonse extended and arm and pulled him back down. "No, stay here. Mom wouldn't like you walking around this part of the neighborhood by yourself."

"Oh come on! You're the one telling me to grow up and you won't even..." Edward trailed off, huffing. Alphonse shrugged lazily, placing the papers aside as Winry came back. She grinned, sitting right next to Alphonse and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hey," She said, "are we finished?" She asked, moving to sit in his lap. "Yeah." Alphonse replied, leaning in to capture her lips.

"Ew...just because you're going out doesn't mean you're allowed to lip lock in front of your brother. I'm right here, ya know!" Edward said, the last bit coming out rather loudly. Alphonse smirked. "Well, who knows. You might learn something if you watch further." Alphonse said, the smirk he held growing larger as a huge blush rushed up to Edward's cheeks.

"Pervert." He muttered, getting up. He wandered over to the door, crossing his arms. "Aw, poor Edward. Maybe you should try going gay." Alphonse said as he and Winry parted. Edward scrunched his nose up. "I don't have interest in either gender." He mumbled, before opening the front door and going outside. Alphonse shook his head, pulling his cellphone out.

"Is he going to be alright?" Winry asked, frowning. "Yeah. He's just a little irritated." Alphonse said. "He'll cool off by the time mom gets here to pick us up." He stated, getting up. Winry got up too as Alphonse stuck the phone to his ear.

"Hey, mom." ... "Yeah, we're ready." ... "Yeah...No! I didn't..ugh, fine. See you in a minute." He put his cellphone back into his pocket. Winry wrapped her arms around his neck. "Your mom bugging you?" She asked sweetly. "Yeah. I'll see you at school, alright?" Alphonse leaned in for another kiss, but Winry put her fingers to his lips. "I thought you were coming over tonight..." She said. "I will. I just...you know..." He mumbled, smiling guiltily. Winry just smiled, shaking her head.

A car horn sounded, causing Alphonse to look up. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll see you tonight, Win." Alphonse kissed her chastely on the lips, before running outside to the car. "If you can't make it, call me! I love you!" Winry called, before shutting the door behind her. Alphonse got into the backseat, grumbling.

"You grabbed the front seat...?" Alphonse muttered. "You might want to take the back seat, shortie. We don't want any police to give us a ticket." Alphonse joked, grinning. "If they pull us over, I'll just show them my ID." Edward mumbled heatedly. Trisha sighed. "You boys..." She mumbled, shaking her head.


"Edward, let it go." Alphonse was hanging halfway out the window, glare directed onto the blond. "No! Do you know what mom would do if she found out you were sneaking out to have—," "Edward, let it go!" Alphonse blew out a breath. "...Only if you help me get out of going to school tomorrow." Edward said, narrowing his eyes.

"Isn't there another way...?" Alphonse asked, coughing. Edward shook his head. "Not a chance!" Edward protested. Alphonse rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll try. I'm not saying you won't have to go, but I'll try." The brunette then flipped his other leg out the window jumping from the second story and landing in the bush below.

"Goodnight!" Edward whispered loudly. Alphonse waved, before taking off in a jog down the sidewalk. Edward sighed sadly, moving over to lay on the bed he and Alphonse shared. Their mom had promised to buy them twin beds when she got the money. Alphonse had tried to sleep on the couch, but needless to say, that didn't last long.

Edward curled into a ball, grabbing his pillow and burying his head into the fabric, falling asleep a few minutes later.


"Boys! Wake up." Trisha crouched,tickling Alphonse's foot. Alphonse groaned, trying to kick the offending hand away. A few minutes later it returned. Alphonse sighed heavily, sitting up and glaring at his mother. "Mom..." He grumbled, lids threatening to close. Trisha smiled sweetly. "Morning sleepy head. Wake your brother up, will you?"

"Mom...Edward said his stomach was upset last night..." Alphonse muttered, running his fingers through his hair as his lower lip protruded out into a pout. Trisha frowned, leaning over to place a hand on Edward's forehead. "Hm...Not warm." She sighed. "Sorry Alphonse, but you don't need to lie for him...He needs to get an education. He's barely gone..." Trisha trailed off as silence enveloped the room. Trisha glanced over, seeing Alphonse's expression curled up into a look of pain.

"Mom...help..." Alphonse yelped, wrapping his arms around his stomach as a coughing fit over rode his form. Trisha put her hand to his forehead, which was burning up. "Alphonse, are you alright?" She asked. Alphonse just moaned in response, curling up tighter. Edward sat up, looking at Alphonse blearily. "Edward, get dressed. I'll drive you to school in a few minutes."

"But..."

"Edward, now." Trisha said sternly as she left to get the bottle of painkillers. Edward's gaze fell, but then moved to Alphonse. "Al...are you okay?" He asked. Alphonse lashed out, striking Edward in the cheek. "Leave me alone!" He said, tears leaking from his eyes. "But..." Edward trailed off as he slipped out of bed. Alphonse didn't look too well. These bouts of pain would happen randomly, but they had never been so strong...

"Go get dressed Edward. Alphonse, you too. You're going to the doctor." Alphonse only managed to nod before going into another coughing fit. Edward grabbed a pair of khakis and a red shirt, going to the bathroom to get ready.


The car ride was mostly silent, save for Alphonse groaning in the back seat. "Al, what'd you do last night?" Edward asked, looking back at the brunette. Trisha frowned. "What are you talking about, Edward?" Trisha looked over at her eldest. "Uh..." He blinked.

"He was doing this last night too." He blurted, looking down as heat rushed up to his face, staining his neck and cheeks red. Trisha looked unconvinced as the car pulled up to the school.

"Bye, Edward." Trisha said shortly, clearly angered at her eldest son's behavior. He wasn't that good of a liar, and he wasn't that type of person. Edward lowered his head as he leaned over, wrapping his arms around his mother in a hug. "Bye." He said in the same short tone, before getting out. He re-adjusted the strap of his backpack nervously, facing the school as his stomach plummeted miserably.

"Well, here goes everything..."