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I Think I'm In Love
I awoke quickly when I heard that damn door squeak open. I opened my eyes, and looked up into the darkness, remembering I was sleeping in Ed's bed. It was pitch black now, looked around eleven at night. I saw Ed close the door as softly as he could, not realizing I was awake. I secretly watched him pull off his shirt and drop it on the floor just like I had done before I had gone to sleep. Then he pulled down his sweats he had been wearing, exposing his boxers. He tugged on his pony tail, grabbing the hair tie out of his golden hair and placed it on the night stand. Then he walked over to his side of the bed. Didn't he know I was there? I stayed still waiting for his next move. He started to pull off the sheet like he was getting into bed, then stopped realized someone was there.
"Oh, sorry Al..." He mumbled walking over to the other side of the bed. Ha! He thought I was Al and must of totally forgotten he had told me to sleep in his bed tonight. I mean it was really dark in the room, and I could barley see him myself. Even after he had said he would sleep on the couch. But, I didn't mind. I turned my head quietly as I watched him pull the sheets off on his side, as he collapsed in the bed, turning on his side toward me. He cuddled under the white blanket and closed his eyes. I didn't move, as I watched him try to fall asleep. I watched him move his mouth every once in a while, or a gust his head on the pillow. It took him about a good 15 minutes before I heard the steady sounds of his breathing, and I new he was asleep. His mouth was slightly open, with his arms folded at his chest. Even if it was so dark in the room, I could see everything I needed to. He was so peaceful while he slept, his most silent time of the day.
I turned over on my side facing him, as I closed my eyes in the darkness, listening to his soft breathing like I had the night he came into my room. Or like last night... It was then I realized something I never thought was true. Something I had always pushed aside. And it was nothing like when I was little. Even when he was away from Risembool, I still thought of him everyday, worrying. The Full Metal Alchemist, with auto mail limbs I designed just for him, who had nightmares still up to this day from the guilt he carried from trying to bring his mother back to life using alchemy and caused his brother to lose his entire body, with golden eyes that danced like fire when he lost that horrible temper that matched his thick hair he used to tie into a single braid that would lie on his back; I think I might of been in love with this man.
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A/N: I liked this one :)