Rating: T

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 2110

Title: Prom Night

Description: Part 2 of 3 of this Edwin Thing

Modern School AU where Edward is jealous when Winry talks about other boys, but she's completely oblivious.

A/N: Here's the next bit! Enjoy!

Winry

"Hey, Win. Where's your hothead?"

I take another sip of punch and turn to Paninya who just appeared at the refreshment table.

"Over there." I nod to where Edward has decided to spend the night sulking in the corner.

"Why isn't he with you?" she frowns.

"I have no clue," I answer quietly, sipping more punch to keep the annoying lump in my throat from turning to into actual tears.

I mean…I don't understand it. We got here and took a few cheesy pictures together. He was cracking stupid jokes, and I was sort of floating in a prom bubble thinking maybe sometime tonight while we're dancing or sitting together he might admit his feelings for me.

And then suddenly he went rigid and started acting all bizarre again. I tried to ask what was wrong, but he just stormed off to the corner where he had a heated discussion with Al, and then pulled out his phone.

At first, I was confused. And then I was annoyed. And now I'm just sort of frustrated. And also hurt. It's not like I did anything to set him off. Why can't he just talk to me like a normal person?

"Do you want me to go talk to him?"

I blink and look over at my friend again.

"I'm not sure that'll do any good," I tell her quietly, fidgeting with the skirt of my dress—my wildly expensive dress I had to beg Granny to let me buy but that I had to have because it exactly matches Edward's eyes.

"Can't hurt to try." She grins and starts off across the room.

I try not to watch, but I also want to see what happens, so I attempt to be sneaky. He makes a face at whatever she says first. Then he looks over at me, and I quickly look away. When I look back at them, his face is all red, but that could be for a million reasons, so I don't know—oh. He's coming over here.

Oh no. What do I do?

Wait. It's just Ed. I don't need to get worked up over—

"Do you want to dance?"

He says it so suddenly, and…robotically I almost misunderstand him.

"What?"

"Do you…want to dance?" he repeats it, the red in his cheeks getting redder.

"Um, yeah." I nod, biting my lip. "I'd like that."

"Cool." He nods and clears his throat.

I set down my drink, and then take his somewhat extended hand. He leads us onto the edge of the dance floor, and I forget how to breathe when his hands slide around my back, one resting on the dip in my spine while the other settles between my shoulder blades. I tentatively put my hands on his shoulders, but he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, so I blush and slide my arms around his neck.

"Since when are you taller than me?" I whisper, leaning toward his ear.

"We're the same height," he answers with a frown.

"I'm wearing four-inch heels," I remind him.

"I must've hit my growth spurt when you weren't looking," he murmurs, one of his hands coming up to play with a piece of my hair.

"Why are you being so moody tonight?" I venture carefully.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" he sputters, and I roll my eyes.

"You ran off earlier," I remind him. "What was that about?"

"I just…" He swallows and dips his head so his lips are brushing my ear. "I got…jealous, okay?"

"What?" I jerk back and blink at him.

"Don't make a big deal out of it. It's not–"

"What do you mean you were jealous?" I whisper over him. "Jealous of who?"

"Ryan," he grinds out. "He was… You didn't seem to notice, but the whole time I was talking to you he was undressing you with his eyes."

"So, you stormed off?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I tried to pull you away, but you got belligerent, and…he got this smug look… And then you immediately started waving at him. I needed to cool down."

"I don't like him like that," I tell him for the billionth time. "How many times do I have to say–"

"He likes you like that," he cuts me off. "And regardless, he pisses me off."

"Why does it bother you so much?" I press carefully.

"Huh?"

"That Ryan likes me. Why does that annoy you?"

He looks away and then at the floor, his blush coming back hard.

"Ed?"

"Because I like you, okay?" he blurts out at the same time he lets me go. "There. I said it. Feel free to laugh at me or what the hell ever."

He turns and starts walking off, leaving me speechless on the dance floor. I almost don't notice the couple next to me stopping until the girl leans over and whispers in my ear.

"Was that Edward?"

I blink and turn to find Lan Fan looking after my vanishing date.

"Why's he storming off like that?" her boyfriend, Ling, asks loudly, drawing attention from other couples. "Is he that bad of a dancer?"

"No," I mutter, feeling blood rush to my face. "It's not…"

"Are you okay?" Lan Fan asks with concern, but I shake my head.

"I don't know," I confess. "He…he just said…"

He just said he liked me. I mean, he admitted it. But then he got all flustered and ran away. Such an Ed thing to do. The idiot.

"I have to go after him," I mumble. "Excuse me."

Grabbing my skirt in my hands, I lift the hem and take off after my dumb prom date.

Only…when I reach the place where I last saw him, I can't find him anywhere.

Edward

God, I fucked that up. I should've just kept my mouth shut. Winry doesn't like me. Even if she is telling the truth and she doesn't have it bad for Ryan, she never dropped a single hint that she could even possibly be into me.

But I just had to tell her I like her. Like the shithead I am.

I'm tempted to look back at her to see if she's doubled over with laughter at what an utter fool I am. But my pride is already stinging enough without that visual blow.

Now I don't know what to do. How am I ever going to look at her again? She'll probably start avoiding me now. Since being around someone who has feelings for you, but that you have no affection toward is the definition of uncomfortable.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I should talk to Al. He's good with this stuff. He can tell me what to do.

"Going somewhere, Elric?"

I jerk and bite back a sneer at the familiar voice. I look up at Mr. Mustang who is standing casually beside the refreshment table with his hand shoved in his pocket.

"Looking for my brother," I mutter.

"I just saw him take Miss Chang out to the courtyard," he volunteers with a smirk. "Thinking of crashing their alone time?"

"Like that's any of your business."

"It might be." He shrugs. "If–"

"Here, sir. I thought you might be thirsty."

I take a step back as Ms. Hawkeye appears at his side holding a plastic cup of punch.

"Oh, uh, thank you." He takes it from her, and I'm afraid I might puke from how he's looking at her.

She coughs and looks to the side.

"Weren't you going somewhere?" he turns back to me with an impatient look, and I almost burst into laughter.

"Yeah. Bye."

I snicker quietly to myself as I slip out the side entrance to the courtyard. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I sober up. As funny as it is to watch Mr. Mustang attempt to not-flirt with his T.A., I have bigger issues right now.

"Al? Alphonse," I hiss into the courtyard garden as I wander through the dimly lit space. "Al—oh." I turn a corner around a hedge and step back.

Apparently, Mustang wasn't kidding about Al and May since I clearly interrupted a pretty intense make out session.

"What the hell, brother?" He disengages from his girlfriend and stands to his feet, stepping away from the bench they were cuddling on. I wince internally as I see his petite date duck her head. I embarrassed her. Fuck. Al will never forgive me for this.

"I'm sorry," I start quickly. "I just need–"

"Where's Winry?" he interrupts.

I swallow and run a hand over the back of my head.

"Uh…I left her inside."

"Alone?" He raises his eyebrows, and I cringe.

"I needed to get away for a minute."

"Why? So, you could crash my night?"

"No." I straighten, my jaw getting tight. "I…"

I glance at May again and pull my brother further away.

"I told Winry I like her," I confess.

"You did? Really?"

"Yeah." I swallow. "And then I…ran away."

"You did what?" He frowns.

"She doesn't like me!" I hiss. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Man the hell up," he bites back. "Please, God, tell me you didn't just leave her on the dance floor."

Oh shit.

"Seriously, brother? You tell a girl you like her and then do something as stupid as that? No wonder she's always throwing wrenches at you."

"Come on, Al. Help me! What do I do?"

"Go back in there and apologize for starters."

I groan. Why am I always apologizing to Winry?

"And then you need to hear her out."

"Yeah because listening to her rejection is going to improve my night."

"You don't know that she's going to reject you," he says quickly. "In fact, I highly doubt she will."

"What?" I blink.

"Winry's been in love with you since you were ten," he goes on. "Only the two of you were too busy bickering to see it."

I feel my mouth drop open, but no words will come out.

"Go back inside and find her. Apologize," he repeats. "And then if you still can't come up with something to say, just kiss her."

"What?" I choke.

"Trust me." He grins. "Kissing her is a great way to communicate your feelings."

I glance over my shoulder at his girlfriend, and she gives me a short wave before turning her eyes to my brother.

Fuck. I gotta get out of here.

"Thanks."

I nod and start for the school entrance.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't come find me again."

I shake my head at him as I slip back inside and head down the hall. Hopefully, Winry will be pretty understanding when I get back to her. I mean, she knows I'm a fucking moron, even if I hate when she calls me that. She'll forgive me.

On the other hand, I did just abandon her on the dance floor in the middle of prom. During a slow dance.

Shit.

Winry

Did he leave? Was he that upset about his confession that he went home? Without me?

I take a slow breath and do another scan of the room, even as I suck my lower lip in between my teeth and begin chewing on it. I can't believe Ed would do this… Both admitting his feelings for me and leaving me alone in the middle of prom.

I'm ready for the emotional rollercoaster of this evening to be over. Only I can't find him to set things straight.

Grr.

"Winry. I found you."

I jump and look at the voice only to find Ed walking toward me in the deserted hallway that runs to the courtyard.

"There you are," I hiss. "Where have you–"

"Look. I'm sorry I disappeared like that. I just–"

"You said you–"

"I know what I said, but—wait. Have you been crying?" His eyebrows snap together, and I shift my weight.

"No. Of course not."

"You look upset."

"Well, in case you forgot, you sort of announced that you–"

"Right," he interrupts again. "About that. I… Winry, you…"

"Edward, would you just–"

"Fuck it."

I blink, about to ask what that means, when suddenly, his face is coming toward mine. I don't have time to move away before it's happening. His mouth is on mine, and I'm…we're…

Oh my God. We're kissing.

[To Be Continued…]