Disclaimer: I do Not own FMA. You know the routine.
A/N: Yeah, I am not dead. I know shocker. Sorry about that little hiatus. I was really mussless and busy. But I'm back now and so I most of my muse. So I should be out of writing. But I'm gonna warn you on this chapter. It's really short. But they will get longer. And you know that my spelling and grammar are horrendous, so just tell me and I'll go and fix it.
"Felicity Rayne, get up, now!" Her father called to her. "Felicity Rayne don't make me come in there."
The raven-haired girl rolled over under her blankets and groaned. She so didn't want to do this. She was crazy. She couldn't go through with this. She wasn't kidding when she told Katie that she wasn't a slut like her. She wasn't. She couldn't dress, well, half-dress and walk out of the house. She couldn't do that. Well she could be she chose not to. But she liked Ed. She really did. So maybe dressing like a slut would get her somewhere with him. Maybe he'd realize that they had to be something. That they had something special and this Winry character couldn't come between them.
"Felicity Rayne Mustang, get up," her father shouted again. Only he wasn't outside the down, he was walking towards her bed and pulling the covers off. "Now." His daughter growled and pulled the covers over her head again. He sighed. "I didn't want to do this to you, but you made me." He pulled on his glove and snapped his fingers creating a small flame just beside her leg.
Felicity shouted and rolled off of her bed. "You burned a hole in my comforter," she groaned. "I liked the comforter." She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail from her spot on the floor.
"You can still use the comforter. Now, get up and go. You showered last night and not get dressed and get your pink streaks to the station," he told her.
"I have blue and purple streaks too, ya' know. I mean you should, you pay for them every six to eight weeks." She laughed at the look that her father gave her. "Kidding. Or am I?"
"I can't wait until you leave. Now to make that process easier I'm gonna dress you…"
"NO!" She shouted and she rolled to her closet door and lay in front of it protectively.
"You have some issues, you know that?" Her father asked her. She shot him a look and exhaled."Well you do and that's your problem."
"No, I don't have issues. I have a problem with my father dressing me. You know that the Mustang men aren't known for their taste in clothing. I mean look at you. A man uniform is great and all but gosh dad, you have to get a new wardrobe." Felicity rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She loved her dad but there were times were that uniform caused her some stress and hurt. For instance, when her father would leave her at home by herself for days at a time when she was seven. She had to learn to fend for herself and take care of herself. If she couldn't take care of herself, she would have most likely died. She didn't think that he meant to cause her anything with that uniform. It was just a way of getting food on the table and having something to do. Well at least that what she thought it was. It was something to keep him happy. He'd been alone for as long as she could remember. It was always just him and her and the woman of the week. He never had anyone else and she really felt that he worked to fill the void. But now, he had Riza, finally. So maybe, he woildn't need work to make him happy. Maybe he'd be content with the two lovely women in him life.
"Now," he father instructed and left the room.
Felicity sighed and pulled a pair of cargo pants from her closet and a black tank top. She was told not to wear that, true, but she couldn't help it. It was her look. That's what she was able to pull off. She rolled her eyes, she could almost hear Katie's voice and see her frown. Felicity groaned and pulled out a black crop top and a jacket, just like Katie told her to. She then showered again and got dressed. Before she put on the jacket she looked herself over. God, she hated it. But maybe it would work. So as she pulled on her jacket, her father knocked on the door. "I'm coming out! GOSH!" She heard him chuckle and walk down the stairs. She exited the bathroom and followed in his footsteps. "Can we go and see Katie before I go." He sighed. "But I love her. We're gonna get married and move to Switzerland." Her father tossed her a look. "We are."
"If you think before you speak then, yes we can. But quickly." Felicity danced on the spot. "And don't do that."
She rolled her eyes and ran to the car. She jumped into the driver's side seat and smiled at her father as he walked out of the door. "Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty pretty please?"
"No, now move over."
"Pretty pretty please with a chocolate chip cherry on top and whipped cream and icing and a strawberry?"
"What? NO!" He pushed her over gently and she groaned. He slid into the car and started it. He back out of the winding driveway and started towards Total Eclipse. When he pulled up he looked at his watch and smirked. "Four minutes. Go."
Felicity jumped out of the car and ran towards the restaurant. She slid to a stop in front of her best friend. "Okay. So what do ya' think?" She unzipped her jacket and pulled it off. She smirked at Katie's expression. Her flat toned stomach was reveled along with her toned back muscles. "You didn't think that I would, did ya'?"
"No, I didn't. Wow! He'll be drooling over you, hun," Katie told her as she pulled her jacket back on and zipped it. "Well you have fun seducing your man." Felicity tossed her a look. "Tell me EVERYTHING when you get back. Love you."
Felicity rolled her eyes and left. She jumped back into the car and sighed. "To the train station." Her father rolled his eyes. He drove to the station. As soon as her father pulled into a parking space she saw Edward. He was leaning on the wall. He looked like he hadn't sleep at all last night. However, he looked calm and serine. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car. She brushed a strand of pink hair out of her eyes. The color was fading, she hadn't noticed it until right then.
"Ed," her father said to him as they walked up to them. Felicity was so preoccupied with the current state of the streaks in her hair. "Felicity."
"Oh, hey," she said not looking at Edward or Alphonse. "Dad, when I get back can we do something about these fading streaks?" He nodded. "Really?" He nodded again. "Sweet."
Her father handed her suitcase to and then nodded towards the train. "Boarding?"
She smiled. She knew that this was hard for him. She really did. She hated making him have to feel like he had to choose between her love for him and pleasing her. She would always love him, even if he didn't do this for her. She looked over at her father and did something that she hadn't done since she was a little girl. She touched just below her left eye, then on her heart, then her nose. She saw his heart melt thought his brown eyes. It always worked. He bit back a smile and shooed her away. He couldn't let his guard down. Not in public. He had a reputation to up hold.
She boarded the train and looked out of the window of the compartment that Edward and Alphonse had chosen. As, the train started to roll away, she saw him do the same to her. She laughed and sat down opposite Edward and Al. "What's up, Al?" She asked.
"Nothing…" he replied slowly. He looked at Edward, who was studying her intensely. However, when she looked at him, he looked away. He noted that both of their eyes lingered on the others lips. He giggled to himself and then sat back on the bench, preparing for an interesting ride.