Hey, guys!
*dodges flying tomatoes*
I deserve that... sorry, guys... anyway, here I am and I have a new chapter with me! Hope that makes up for my overly-long absence...
Chapter 9
Fiona's POV
I started laughing, weakly at first, then much harder as I caught a glance at the horrified look on Edward's face.
"Not like that, you pervert!" I choked. "I mean that Al's got the couch, right? There's only one bed! I just meant to share the bed, okay? Not… not the other thing!" I cracked up even more. "Unless you actually wanted to go there," I said suddenly with a grin.
Al started laughing too. Ed turned dark pink. "Okay, okay!" he protested. "I get it!"
"I'm going to change. See you in a minute!"
I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. After I did, I slid down the door and buried my face in my hands. I can't believe I'd said anything. I can't believe that they believed me. I can't believe I almost cried in front of Edward. What sort of wimp must he think I am now?
I quickly threw on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt. I got up and splashed some water on my face to get rid of the drying tears. I stood up straight and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a bit stressed, but nothing I couldn't handle. Good.
I walked back out, not looking at either of the brothers as I climbed up onto the bed, closing the window tightly. I snuggled under the covers and turned to the wall, going as close as I could to it. A few moments later, the light went out and Ed sat down on the bed next to me. I heard Al say a soft "Goodnight, brother," and leave, possibly to go rescue a stray cat outside, possibly to go read. I have absolutely no idea.
Ed sat quietly for maybe 20 minutes. I think he was waiting for me to go to sleep. Little does he know it takes me about 40 minutes to do that. I felt his weight on the bed lessen, and I turned over on my other side to see what he was doing. A moment later, I shut my eyes tight, sure my face was the exact same shade of red that Ed's coat is. He had just pulled his shirt off, exposing his chest. Okay, I have a new theory. Edward Elric is very aware of my crush and is trying to punish me for it. He has a 6-pack! How does he have a flipping 6-pack when he's 15 without being a muscle bound freak?! I mean, he's not a body-builder! How does this happen? Explain this to me!
He took his belt off, but very fortunately left his pants on. I breathed an inward sigh of relief. Then I looked up and saw his hair was still in its classic braid. I frowned slightly; sleeping with my hair braided always makes my neck hurt.
As he sat down on the bed again, I advised quietly "I'd take the braid out if I were you." He jumped.
"Oh, Fiona!" He said through the dark. "I thought you were asleep." I could hear the little sound of something snapping as he pulled out the band that held his braid in place.
"Yeah, I know you did." I muttered dryly as I turned over, facing the wall again. "I never thought I would see a guy in real life doing fanservice."
He got into the bed and pulled the covers over him. "What's fanservice?"
"It's when a person takes their shirt of." I said clearly. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him turn pink. I laughed. He turned away from me, and I turned towards him. I started running my fingers through the still-braided hair to undo it. I felt him stiffen slightly, and then relax. I guess that meant he was okay with it. Man, it was silky! After I finished brushing his hair out, I turned to face the ceiling. It had been one crazy day.
~Next Morning~
I groaned pleasurably. I'd had a really good night's sleep. Then I leaned against something rather hard. With a heartbeat.
Wait, WHAT?! Oh heck no. Heck. NO.
You know all of those fanfics that say that Edward Elric is a sleep hugger? Yeah, they're all true. Every single word.
His arms encircled my waist, trapping my hands against his chest. His chin rested gently on the top of my head. Ed was breathing softly. I was not, because I was focusing all my energy on NOT hyperventilating, or trying not to.
No, Fiona, no, you do NOT get to fangirl! I told myself firmly. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… how cute! Okay…. Deep breaths…. Relax….
Once I was sure that I WASN'T going to die from fangirling, I tried to figure out a plan of escape.
I gently attempted to wriggle my way out, but he wouldn't let go. Great.
I poked him softly in the chest. Nope.
I whispered "Hey? Ed?"
He stirred slightly and pulled me even closer. My ear was right up against his heart now. "Just 5 more minutes, Al…" he slurred in his sleep. My face burned, and I redoubled my efforts not to hyperventilate.
I wasn't about to go pull an Envy and yell "Wake up, Fullmetal Pipsqueak!" in his ear, so what now? Well, there's nothing I could've done. So, feeling embarrassed for even doing so, I leaned my head against Edward's chest and fell asleep again.
Ed's POV
I woke up very slowly, and I realized something was resting against my chest. I looked down and saw that Fiona was snuggled up to me, and I was hugging her. GAH! I didn't know what to do. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep. I smiled slightly in spite of myself. She's pretty cute when she sleeps. Okay, brain, that's enough! SHUT UP!
Unfortunately, Al chose this moment to come in. I glanced over my shoulder, panicked. He saw me and immediately started stifling his laughter. He was not particularly successful.
Fiona stirred and looked up at me. After a moment's pause, she turned completely red and stuttered out "I-I-I-I-um… oh, geez… Oh, SHUT UP, AL!" Al immediately stopped laughing. I think he's a bit scared of her. I let go of her and she scooted away, sitting upright.
"I'm sorry I didn't wake you up earlier," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "I woke up earlier and… well… you didn't wake up when I tried. I tried everything but calling you the 's' word."
I'm sure I turned red too. "No, it's okay. Wait, which 's' word?"
"Short," She said simply.
Fiona's POV
I watched as an irk mark appeared on Edward's forehead.
"I AM NOT SHORT!" He screamed. I started laughing.
"I'm telling you, Ed, your short rants are cute!" I told him. He paused and went from bright red to light pink. Aaaaw!
"Urgh." Ed face palmed. "Seriously, though, I'm sorry."
I looked at him in weird way. "Since when do you apologize like this?" He turned a slightly darker shade of pink. "Um…"
I laughed slightly. "It's okay; I just know you're not exactly known for being the most forgiving of people."
He considered this; I could tell he hadn't heard that before.
I got up and stretched. Then I went over to the couch, got my book, and started reading again. I was so immersed in my book; I didn't hear Al clear his 'throat' until he actually tapped on the book. I looked up, slightly irritated. Seriously, could I just get through my book for once? I looked around. Where was Ed?
"Listen," he whispered. "I think that Ed actually does want you to read that book aloud, but he's never going to ask you."
I thought about that for a moment. "Alright," I said softly. "I think I get it. I'll bring it up."
"Thanks," Al said sweetly. Aaaaw… Ed may be absolutely hot, but Al is really cute in his own way. I mean, he obsessively rescues stray cats! How can you not like Al?
After about 15 minutes, Ed came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet from his shower. He was braiding his hair back again, but I don't think he knew where his hair tie was. He held his braid back with his hand, frowning, as he looked around for his hair tie. Little did he know I had it around my wrist while I read. Let's see how long he searches. I did this to my older brother at home all the time; he had super long hair that he tied back, and by now he always knew to come to find me first when his hair tie went missing.
After another 5 minutes of searching, he walked over to me. "Fiona," he asked suspiciously. "Do you know where my hair tie is?"
I looked up innocently. "No," I answered. He looked down at my hand. "Liar," he muttered. "It's right there!"
"Yeah, yeah." I pulled off the tie, pulled it back, and launched it at Ed. He just barely caught it.
"Hey," I said as he turned away, tying his hair back. "Do you want me to read aloud?"
He turned sharply. "What gave you that idea?" I shrugged. "Nothing," I said. I was so not selling Al out.
Ed turned slightly pink. "Sure," he mumbled. He sat down on the couch next to me. I flipped back to the beginning and started reading. "Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived…"
~A while later~
"…and saying in hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter—the boy who lived!'"
I finished reading the first chapter and looked up at Ed and Al, who'd been listening intently.
"So, what do you think?" I asked them.
"Keep reading!" Al urged. I looked over at Ed; he nodded mutely.
I kept reading.
Like I said, sorry... That's not a real apology for this, but I really am. High school is overwhelming.
Anyway...
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