To repay you for the long delay and short chapter last time, here is a long chapter with plenty of Sheska! Enjoy!

Note: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

"You don't need the notes anymore?" Sheska repeated into the phone.

"Correct," She heard Trisha confirm. Sheska frowned. She was almost done, and now they simply didn't need it?! But Trisha's next question was what startled her most. "Could I come over to your place to pay you for what you've done so far? This must be aggravating." Sheska blinked. Someone willingly wanted to come over to her house for her sake?

"S-Sure!" She nearly shouted into the phone.

"Also, what is your name?"

"Sh-Sheska!"

"Alright! I'll see you at noon!" Was the last thing Sheska heard from Trisha's cheery voice before the phone line went dead. Sheska turned around and panicked. No one had ever come to her house willingly! What was she supposed to do?! This might be her only chance at making a friend! OhmygodIcan'tIcan'tIcan'tIcannotsocialize! Sheska screamed in her head. She frantically threw books that coated the carpet into the closet. She spent three hours cleaning up her house, which was mostly made up of books. It took her a hour to get her floor cleared up, but then she had a dilemma. What if I need a book? She thought, What if I need to check something or she wants me to lend her a book, or I have a panic attack? Books are the only things that can stop my panic attacks. So Sheska chose a very small book, small enough to fit into her pocket. Suddenly, the door bell rang. Sheska jumped. Why was she here?! It's only 11:59! She's early! "C-Coming!" Sheska yelled, panicking. She stumbled down the stairs, tripped over her coffee table, and finally, she made it to the door. Trisha stood in the doorway, dressed in a blue tank top and jeans.

"Hi!" She exclaimed cheerily, before she noticed Sheska's panting and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Must… not… fail… at… making… friend… this….time…" Sheska panted between breaths, "Please… come… in…." Trisha awkwardly walked into the house, and stood there, looking at Sheska in pity.

Five minutes later, Sheska and Trisha sat at the table sipping coffee and chatting about books.

"I was in tears by the end," Trisha said while Sheska sat on the other end, listening.

"Which part where you most upset by? I was upset by Chapter 26, page 443, paragraph 3," Sheska inquired.

"I'd have to say the part when he chased after his kid, and then fell down the hill and broke his neck," Trisha said sadly.
"Ooh, yes, chapter 92, page 9,934, paragraph 9," Sheska exclaimed, before reciting the paragraph excitedly. When she was done, she looked up to see Trisha in tears.

"How the hell do you memorize all that?!" She bawled.

"Are you mad at me?" Sheska gulped. Trisha wiped away her tears.

"Mad at you?! No! Why would I be?"

"Well, b-because I made you cry…"

"You didn't make me cry!" Trisha laughed, "The book did! I am just very upset over Timothy's death."

"Oh, good," Sheska sighed in relief.

"This coffee is great," Trisha gaped, "I've got to repay you for this one day, it is amazing."

"Really? I mean, I've never given my coffee to anyone…"

"Yeah, totally! It's the best coffee ever!" Sheska blushed. Well, there was at least something she was good at aside from reading.

"Thank you, Trisha."

"Hey, in about in hour a new bookstore called "Mobile Books" is going to have its grand opening. Do you want to go with me?"

"OH MY GOD!" Sheska screamed, "IT'S TODAY?!"

"…Yeah..."

"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" And with that, she ran upstairs, pushing everything out of her way as she did. Once Sheska was gone, Trisha heard a mew come from the other room. She followed the sound, and opened the door to find a kitten with grey fur and blue eyes trapped in a closet with books falling out.

"Aawww, you poor baby, were you trapped inside that nasty closet?" Trisha cooed.

"Mew." Trisha smelled something in the closet. She put down the kitten, and looked in the closet to find poop in there.

"You must've been in there for a long time," she murmured. Trisha searched the house for paper towels and found some. She cleaned up the poop threw it away, and just as she was washing her hands, Sheska came down the stairs, holding an enormous bag full of books, and wearing a black turtle neck shirt and a dark green silk skirt.

Sheska looked around frantically. Whenever bookstores opened, she would take some of her valuable books and sell them to pay for her mother's hospital bills, then later copy them down if they already hadn't been copied. First, she dove into her closet and changed into the fanciest clothes she had, which wasn't much. Then, she searched for her valuable books. It took her a few minutes, but she finally found a good amount of books, put them in a bag, and went downstairs. When she went downstairs, she saw Trisha washing her hands in the kitchen sink with Zalla staring at her expectantly.

"What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Oh, your kitten was trapped in the closet, so he pooped, and I just cleaned it up," Trisha stated cheerily. Sheska's face turned red with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Sheska yelled, "I was cleaning up my books in a hurry, and he must've gotten swept up in them! I'm s-sorry!"

"It's no problem," Trisha said, turning off the faucet, "He's a sweetheart anyways."

"A-Are you mad at me?"

"Mad at you? No, I'm not mad at anybody! All cats need to go to the bathroom, it wasn't your fault."

"Oh... okay," Sheska said, relieved.

Once they got to the bookstore, they could hardly move because of the crowd.

"Geez, it's so crowded," Trisha complained.

"Really? I expected it to be more crowded than this," Sheska muttered, "After all, this place is supported by the Fuhrer."

"Seriously? I didn't know that." Just then, the Fuhrer walked up with a large pair of scissors, and cut the tape that was in front of the store. In a split second, everyone in the crowd was running into the large store, and, with cheetah reflexes, the Fuhrer jumped out of the way. It took about a million years before Sheska and Trisha finally got into the store. They stood in the doorway, gawking at the colossal store. There had to be at least one hundred thousand books. Escalators lead to many different heights of shelves. Books in every size surrounded them, as if the building were supported by only these books.

"Wow, no wonder the Fuhrer supports this place. It's like it's bigger on the inside," Trisha gasped in astonishment. When Sheska didn't reply, Trisha turned to look at her. Sheska had her hands folded in front of her, with her eyes shining brightly and such a big smile was on her face, Trisha didn't know how it was possible for one's mouth to get so big. "Er... Sheska?"

"Is this what heaven is, Trisha?" She whispered.

"What?"

"This is the biggest collection of books I've ever seen in my life!" Sheska screamed. She squealed, hugged herself, and then hugged Trisha. "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIIIIIIIFFFFFFFEEEEEEE! Come on!" Then, she grabbed Trisha's wrist, and dragged her to the fiction section, which was an entire five floors. Sheska ran around the shelves, throwing books into her bag for shopping. Ooh, she had heard of this one, she heard it was the best novel ever written! She was about to put it in her back, but she froze. Why? Why would she get a book that would take a few minutes for her to read, memorize it, store it away in her library, and only achieve setting her mother's hospital funds back a great deal? She turned to Trisha, who had not moved from her spot, and had her hands politely behind her back.

"What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Sheska asked.

"No… It's just; your love for books is intriguing. You… can't afford them, can you, though?" Trisha muttered. Sheska bowed her head in shame. It was true; she can't afford the books she buys. She's trying to pay for her mother's hospital, but she could hardly get buy herself, and that was her own fault. "Well, then, let me take care of that," Trisha said, taking the many stacks of books in Sheska's hands, and putting them in her own bag.

"W-wait, you don't have to-"

"It's fine," Trisha exclaimed, "After all, I have to repay you for the coffee, right?"

Yay! The wonderful joys of Trisha and Sheska's friendship! And the plot is starting to shift! Also, check out my Fullmetal Alchemist page on Facebook: Selim Bradley/Pride. Thank you for reading!