A/N: I officially had to join Twitter on Monday, and I still want no part of it. I think that makes me officially old. Unrelated note is unrelated. Yenta!Al is yenta. Have a story.
75. Someday
"Anyway, my train leaves pretty early tomorrow, I should probably head back to my room," said Winry through a yawn. Ed waved a hand lazily in 'goodnight,' but Al wasn't done reminiscing.
"Winry, remember when we used to have sleepovers when we were kids?" he asked innocently.
"Oh yeah, you two would stay up debating alchemy and I'd scare you with ghost stories," she recalled.
"No you didn't. I wasn't scared," Ed protested. Winry gave Al a long suffering look and rolled her eyes. Al hoped she could tell he was rolling his eyes as well.
"Didn't you always end up pushing your brother onto the floor, Edward?" she asked with edge to her voice.
"No different than at home," he replied with his usual cocky manner. Winry and Al shared another laugh since Ed couldn't beat Al in sparring, and he always took his wrench punishment even though he could easily overpower a teenage girl.
"I was just thinking; someday, when I get my body back, I wanna do that again, just the three of us," said Al.
"You wanna get pushed onto the floor?" asked Ed.
"No, you idiot, a sleepover," said Winry. She was starting to blush a little. "Al, I'm not sure it would work anymore. We're a lot older, and I doubt we'd even fit on one bed now…"
Something about the idea appeared to hit home for Ed, and the color in his face rose as well. "Al, I really don't-"
"Oh, it's ok," sighed Al in an overly dramatic way. "It's just a little thing on the list of stuff to do when I'm in my own body again; I guess I'll make do with the rest of my list, and you two don't have to-"
"FINE, Al, you win," groaned Ed, head in his hands.
"Thank you, brother!" the suit of armor cried, and crushed Ed and Winry to his hollow chest. When they were on the ground again, Ed made some excuse about checking something at the desk, leaving Winry to give Al a suspicious look.
"I don't know what you're playing at, Al," she said, "but someday I'll probably thank you."
Al laughed and bade Winry goodnight.
