Through a cracked open door, she smiles softly, her blue eyes and pale blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight cast from the window. She's happy he came home for a few days, and she just wants to see his face right now. The white light also casts brightly across the room in a thin line, illuminating him. She stands just outside, breathing in his sleeping form. He felt the light shine on his body as the room's door slowly cracked open. He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, feeling eyes on his back. Now, he rolls over, supposedly in a dream, with his eyes open just barely enough to see. His breath slows to a calm as soon as he sees her standing there, in her usual sweat pants, black crop top, and cap holding her long hair back. She must've stayed up late working on something he thinks lazily as the door closes. He slowly sits up and places his hands on his knees, one of each cold. His head turns towards the door when he hears footsteps again, but her doesn't bother to lie back down. The door slowly opens once more, and her head peeks inside.

"Goodnight, Ed," she whispers with her eyes fixed on the ground. He smiles.

"Goodnight."

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING WHEN I WROTE THIS?! I dunno. Probably something like, "damn, my teammates are putting a helluva lotta cheese in that pancake… Wait!"

I was in home ec when I wrote this, so… Here I am, three months later, typing it up. I'm am a nerd, am'n't I? Heh heh. Am'n't. I made that up one day… I was probably thinking the same sort of thing… Ooh, funny story!

I was watching the FMA movie on my laptop, and my dad came about halfway through and watched the rest over my shoulder. At the end of the movie, he was like, "So is this the FLCL you've been talking about?"

"No Dad, this is Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Oh. So, one Al's a guy, and one is a girl? That's weird."

Now he uses that to torment me every time I talk about FMA.

"Not only does he look like a girl," he says, "But he would actually be a cute girl!"

Thank God he hasn't seen Envy.