Disclaimer: I still don't own FMA or get any money. It would be nice, but no.

A/N: Hi, its chapter number 7. I'm sorry, it is a little short, but there is some drama at least…

Chapter seven: Self-caused sadness

I bit my lip as I slowly turned my head to see him sitting next to me. His gaze was worried and I noticed I couldn't let him see my face, my eyes red from crying. So I buried my head in my pillow.

"Riza…"

"Go away."

"Are you alright?"

"Of course."

I was embarrassed when hearing my voice. It sounded so small, little trembling. I felt his hand on my shoulder and quivered.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Riza, please, talk with me."

"I am talking with you."

"Please look over here."

I swallowed an annoying sob and kept my head in my pillow. I wouldn't let him see me cry.

"Riza…"

He coughed and I almost watched his way.

"Please, please, tell me what's wrong. Please?"

"Nothing…I just…"¨

"Yes?"

Then I did something I knew I would regret.

"Is Vanessa your girlfriend?"

He started to laugh. I peeked him, letting ago from my pillow just a little bit.

"Vanessa…Vanessa is my sister…and I would never take her my girlfriend. I couldn't afford her."

"You…what?"

"She wants her boyfriends give her presents all the time and her favorite dinner place is one big and expensive xingese restaurant."

"Is that so…"

"Yeah…why are you asking?"

I didn't answer. Inside I felt relaxed by the information, but same time embarrassed.

"Jealous, are we?"

I gasped and raised my head from the pillow. No matter how true it was, there was no way I was admitting it to him. So I forgot my red eyes and turned to face him.

"Why would I ever be jealous of you?"

He studied my face for awhile and his silence was torturing me. Then he raised his hand (it was hot because of the fever) and travelled his fingers on my cheekbone. His onyx eyes were locked in my amber ones and I shivered.

"I don't know. Maybe for the same reason I made you cry."

Then there was something different in his eyes. They looked even darker than usually, more intensive. He moved his fingers from my cheek to my chin and leaned forward. Suddenly his lips were touching mine, just slightly and I felt like I could faint from the shock. Then he moved his hands to my hair, pulling me closer. It was my first kiss. He tasted some way salty and his lips were surprisingly soft. It felt nice.

But then I realized just who I was kissing and pushed him away blushing furiously. Roy opened his eyes looking some way little hurt and embarrassed. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't have done that. But he was my father's apprentice and all…

"I'm sorry…"

Roy muttered avoiding my gaze and stood up.

"I just thought that you felt…never mind, it must have been the fever."

Then before I had time to say anything, he left my room, closing the door behind him. I just sat there on my bed for awhile, not really fully realizing my situation. But when it hit me, it hit me hard. I had just rejected Roy Mustang. My huge crush, only guy I really cared of. And probably the only guy that would ever even think of kissing me.

I swallowed and felt the hot tears trying to break through again. This time I refused crying. It was my fault, I was guilty for making him feel bad, and so I didn't have rights to cry. Instead I took a deep breath, stood up and made my way to the kitchen. There I started to cook chicken soup and soon the kitchen smelled heavenly good. I put some soup into a blue bowl and then I went upstairs, behind Roy's door.

I stand in front of the door at least one minute, until I got brave enough to actually open it. I saw him laying on his bed on his stomach. He didn't turn his head when I came to the room, but I saw him squeeze his blanket more tightly.

I walked to sit on his bed and he turned on his side, closer to the wall, his back facing me. I felt terrible.

"Roy…"

"What you want?"

His voice was husky and distant. I closed my eyes.

"I brought you some soup. You shouldn't get up from the bed while you are sick."

"Oh…"

"Roy…I am sorry."

"About what? You should probably go and eat your own soup before it gets cold."

He was obviously avoiding me. I sighed and then reached my hand to feel his forehead. His whole body tensed under my touch, but he didn't lean away. I kept my hand there for awhile, before taking it away, touching his hair on the same time. It felt silky under my fingers.

"You still have fever, maybe I should try to get some painkillers to you."

"Mmm…"

"Please eat, you will feel better after that."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

His voice was merely a whisper. I put the bowl on his nightstand and went downstairs to eat, though I didn't feel hungry anymore.

A/N: Well, that was dramatic...so I guess he likes her...hmm I am the writer, why am I acting surprised? Please, review!