Chapter 2: I Could Get Used To This
Rating: T
A/N: Here it is, in all it's 2,000+ word glory...and remember Have Fun With It.
Elizabeth Hawkeye sat alone in her room, on her bed, reading. The sky was threateningly black, but there was no rain...yet. She heard a knock at the door downstairs, and quickly hurried down the stairs to get it. The sight was one you probably get to see once in a lifetime. It was a normal family; there was a mom, a dad, and one boy with jet black hair like his fathers'. Elizabeth let them in and went to her mum in the back, getting the laundry off the line. She stood at the door.
"Mum, some people are here."
"Is it the Johnson's?"
"No...The Mustangs."
"The Mustangs? Who is...OH! They are the new neighbors! Go in and talk to them, Riza. I'll be right in." Riza ran back into the living room, and found the family seated on the couch.
"Um...I'm Elizabeth, but call me Riza. My mum will be right in." She said as she shook all of their hands. Riza sat down on the arm chair across from the couch. When Ilia walked into the living she saw the family that she presumed to be the Mustangs, and her daughter sitting across from each other in silence.
"Hello." She said brightly. "I'm Ilia Hawkeye, Riza mother. I'm the general here in East City." The, what she assumed was, mother was the first to speak.
"I'm Katerina Mustang. This is my husband Adam, and my son, Roy." The boy then spoke to Riza.
"Where's YOUR dad?" A look of surprise crossed her face. She stood up, walked over to him, and punched him square in the nose.
"Riza!" Ilia yelled, and grabbed her just as she was getting ready to do it again. "He doesn't know! Go to your room, and calm down." Riza stomped off. Ilia sat down, after she had gotten Roy some toilet paper. "I'm sorry. She gets a tad bit emotional when it comes to her father. He, um, he died in battle." Katerina turned to her son.
"A tad bit?!"
"Roy!"
"She freaking punched me!"
"Roy, I want you to talk to her." Roy gave his mum a look of total shock.
"What?! Did you NOT just hear me?"
"Don't argue." She said firmly. Roy trudged up the stairs, toilet paper held up to his nose; He knocked on Riza's door.
"Yes?" A sweet voice came floating out.
"It's me…Roy."
"Come in." The voice said, just as sweetly; he opened the door and put his head in slightly.
"If I come in are you going to punch me?" She smiled and his jaw dropped. 'She has a beautiful smile.' He thought. She caught him staring at her.
"What?"
"Nothing." Roy walked fully into the room, and looked around. "I like your room." Riza's room wasn't he had expected. He hadn't expected a frilly, girl room but it was just what he could have imagined in the short time he had known this strange girl. The walls were light blue, and the floor was just the cement foundation painted like the sky. "I like your floors."
"Thanks, I came up with the idea. It makes me feel like I'm flying."
"You have a great imagination." She looked around, and looked back at her book.
"What are you reading?"
"Crime and Punishment."
"I've read that book." He said excitedly.
"Shocking."
"Hey! You shouldn't talk to the Future Fuhrer like that!"
"Fuhrer? Ha! Like you could ever be a Fuhrer."
"I can and I will..."
"Okay, what are you plans...Fuhrer?"
"I plan to make Amestris a better place." Riza's hardened look faded.
"How do you know you'll be able to change anything?"
"I don't."
"I don't think I believe you."
"What? Some people need to believe it's going to change."
"I think there is too much bad in this world already...it can only get worse."
"You're pretty outspoken for a 15 year old."
"Your point? I've made up my mind, the world is a spiteful and nasty place." Roy walked over from the door and gave Riza a hug. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a hug." He stated simply.
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
"For judging you. I'm sure you'll be a great Fuhrer."
"I was thinking you were sorry for punching me but...That's fine too."
"You're kind of a dork, aren't you?"
"Not as much as you are." They both laughed. "Hey, my best friend Maes Hughes is coming over tomorrow...Do you want to meet him?"
"Is he as much of a dork as you are?"
"If possible, more."
"Wow! I'd love to meet him." They laughed again. 'It's easy to talk to him.' She thought. They heard his mom calling. "We should go downstairs." Roy opened the door for Riza and they raced down the stairs...Riza won, even though Roy swore he let her win which was a lie...he lost. After the Mustangs bid farewell to the Hawkeyes, Ilia turned to her daughter.
"They're nice. Did you make up with Roy?"
"Yes."
"Is he nice."
"Yes."
"Can you stand them as neighbors?"
"I could get used to it."
THE NEXT DAY...
Roy Mustang got up fairly early the next day, given he hadn't slept very much. This strange girl, who he had never met before, punched him then it was like they had been friends all of their lives. He could talk to this girl, granted he only had spent a couple of minutes with her, he felt like he could talk to her better than his best friend. He laid in bed for an hour pretending to be asleep, until his father came in and told him Maes and his family would be there in an hour. Roy hurried and took a shower. By the time he got out, got dressed, and ate they were there. Maes barely had time to step out of the car before Roy ran up to him, forced him up the stairs, and into his room.
"Girl problems?" Maes asked after he caught his breath.
"How did you know?"
"Roy, it's me! Your best friend since grade 1, and besides this is what you do every time you like a girl."
"I've liked one girl, Maes."
"More than that."
"No, Mia Desery. That was it!"
"That was grade 2."
"This is different, this girl could be the one."
"Roy, you're 16 years old."
"So?"
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Elizabeth Hawkeye, but she likes to be called Riza. She my new neighbor, and she has the most beautiful smile."
"Roy?"
"Yeah."
"When did you meet her?"
"...coughchokehackwheeze...yesterday."
"Right."
"Oh, and I told her you would meet her today." Maes groaned.
"Why do I have to meet your new crush?"
"Because if you don't I'll tell Gracia you cheated on her then burn all of her pictures." Maes' jaw dropped in shock.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh wouldn't I?" Roy drew a transmutation circle and put one of the pictures in the middle.
"Stop!"
"Will you come?"
"What are we still doing here?" Maes asked running out of the room. They raced to the neighbors house; Maes won, even though Roy swore he let him win...Needless to say Maes won fair and circle. Roy knocked on the door. They heard someone run down the stairs, and stop at the door to open it. When Riza answered they saw that she was wearing a light pink shirt, a black skirt, and black sneakers.
"Hi, Riza."
"Roy?" She asked, surprised. "I didn't think you'd come."
"Why not?"
"I just thought you'd want to spend the day with Maes, since he did come here to see you." Maes waved a little and smiled.
"I do want to spend the day with Maes, I just wanted you to meet him. So...you've met him and now we'll be going." Roy pulled Maes as fast as he could back to his house, tuning him out.
"Roy, I really think...that we should stay over there!" Maes shouted. He was only telling Roy this because because he was oblivious to the fact Riza was running after them and catching up.
"Roy!" Riza practically jumped on him to get him to stop.
"Riza!"
"Maes!" Maes cried. Riza sat up, still on top of Roy, panting.
"Do you know how hard it is to run in a skirt?"
"NO!" Roy replied.
"Of course." She got off of him and dusted off. "What I was trying to say before you so rudely ran off is that maybe we could go to my fort."
"YOU HAVE A FORT?!" Maes screamed. "WHY ARE WE STILL HERE?!" He started running down the road.
"Maes you're going the wrong way!" They yelled at him.
"Just let him go." Roy groaned. "He'll come back...He's like a dog...Just consider yourself lucky."
"Okay, just let me put on some jeans and we'll go." They walked back to her house and Roy waited at the door while Riza went upstairs.
"Ready?" She asked, walking down the steps of her front porch. "Follow me." Riza took him behind her house, and through some bushes.
"Are you lost?" Roy asked.
"Shut up and keep following." For a few minutes they pushed through more bushes, Roy behind Riza, until they came to a clearing. It had an old couch, a bookcase, and a military cot; Roy stared in awe.
"Wow." Riza went in, got a book, and sat sat down on the couch.
"It's really nice."
"Thanks."
"How did you get the couch and cot in here?" Riza gave him a look over the top of the book. "Right." He looked the place over and saw a small picture frame on the bookcase. When he picked up he saw it was a picture of two different people at the altar.
"Who is this?" He asked.
"Who is who?" Roy showed her the picture.
"Oh, that's my mom and dad." She took the picture and looked at it. "You know, when I was little I used to think that my mom and dad where invincible...When he died it changed everything. My mom, was assigned to a desk job because they said she was emotionally unstable." She laughed. "She was a wreck for a little while but we got through it together, they were really in love. You really can't find that anymore." A single tear rolled down her cheek. Roy cupped her face in his hands, and wiped away the tear with his thumb.
"I'm sure you'll be able to find it...somewhere. Please don't cry, you have a beautiful smile." She sniffed and smiled.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm crying. I haven't cried since...since the funeral. Thank you."
"For what?" She tilted her head forward to kiss him, but Maes, in all of his glorious timing, rustled through the bushes. They both looked away, Roy randomly picking something up and Riza pretending to dust off the cot.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing!" They yelled simultaneously. After a couple of minutes of silence Riza broke it.
"Who wants to play some football?"
"Girls can't play football." Maes said.
"Do you know how sexist that was?" Riza asked.
"No."
"I bet I could beat you at football."
"No you couldn't." Roy tapped Maes on the shoulder.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover."
"Roy, what do you know about books?" Roy rolled his eyes.
"You're on." Maes said to Riza. Roy got his football and they played in Riza's green backyard.
"You're going down, Maes!" Roy cheered.
"Shut up!" He started the game with a fumble, and after an hour of getting his butt kicked he gave up.
"Hey Maes."
"What?"
"How did it feel getting beat by a girl, and her giving you the mercy rule?"
"I hate you Roy."
"Leave him alone." She turned to Maes. "It's okay. Most people underestimate me, so don't be discouraged." They went back to the fort and talked and laughed for a couple of hours.
"Are you guys thirsty?" Roy asked quite a while later.
"Are you offering?"
"Yes."
"Then yes." Maes said.
"I'll be right back."
"Do you want to see a picture of the most beautiful girl in the world?"
"Er...okay." Maes shoved a picture in Riza's face.
"Maes...please...stop." He took that picture away, and shoved another one at her. This went on for about a minute, two if your pressing your luck, by the tenth picture Riza was fed up. She grabbed Maes' hand before he could shove another picture in her face, and with her free hand she punched him in the eye. When Roy came back he saw Maes on the ground, holding a picture in his hand, and a black eye forming.
"What happened?!" He asked, as he ran to Maes.
"I'm sorry! He wouldn't stop with the damn pictures!"
"I probably should have warned you about that."
"I shouldn't have said yes to looking at a picture."
"We should take him home." Riza got Maes' hands, and Roy got his feet. They hauled him through the bushes back to Roy's house. They got to the house, walked in, and all eyes were on them.
"What happened?" Maes' mother shrieked.
"Um...well...what happened was.." Roy stuttered. Riza looked at him nervously and took charge.
"We were at my fort, and he hit his head...So...err...we decided to bring him home and let him sleep it off." She smiled.
"Isn't she a nice girl?" His mom asked. The dads took Maes up to the guest room and put him in bed. After a few of embarrassing moments of Roy's mom trying to pinch cheeks, and attempting to pull out the photo album. Roy ushered Riza out the door to her house. At the door, they just stood there and looked at it.
"I think I should go in."
"Yeah." Neither of them made a move.
"I think I should really go in." She opened the door, and turned to face Roy. "Bye. I had fun, thanks." Riza started into the doorway, but Roy and her hand and pulled her into a kiss. When they pulled apart Riza took a step back. "Wow." She breathed. "I...um..I have to go." She walked in, closed the door, and lightly touched her fingers to her lips. On the other side of the door, Roy smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Two hours went by very slowly. Roy ate, read (surprisingly enough), and for some odd reason poked Maes while he slept. After he made sure everyone in the house was asleep he slipped out of his house to the fort. He got there and was surprised to find Riza sitting on the couch, reading...again.
"Do you ever do anything besides read?"
"Yes."
"What are you reading now?"
"A book."
"What is it?"
"It's called 'Gravitation'."
"What's it about?"
"A couple named Yuki and Shuichi."
"Those sound like boys' names." She looked over the top of the book. "Oh..."
"Don't you dare say or even think the word 'gay'. Shuichi is hyper but Yuki is very much in love with him so back off."
"I didn't even say anything." He laid down on the cot.
"Why did you kiss me?" Riza looked at him.
"What?"
"Why did you kiss me?" She repeated.
"I don't know."
"Not the best answer Sherlock."
"Who's Sherlock?"
"A famous fictional character. Sherlock Holmes. You still didn't answer my question."
"You're very persistent aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay...I kissed you because..." He searched his mind for a logical explanation for kissing this girl he just met.
"Never mind, you don't have to answer...I was just curious." She put the book down and they looked at the stars. Soon enough though they were both fast asleep. In the middle of the night Roy woke up, and found that he wasn't' in his bed or even in his house. He turned over and saw Riza peacefully sleeping, figured that he should go home, and that Riza had stayed here a thousand times. So he covered her up with his jacket, kissed her forehead, and went home.
A/N: There it was. Please, I mean pretty please, review I love all of them.
Loves,
Lady Lola
