A/N: 37 is a nice number, don't you think so? -weird mood-
Gomen, readers! I was at my grandparent's house yesterday and I forgot my drabble disk x.x; So I couldn't update them. I hope you forgive me!
37. Distance (167 words)
"Edward, quit moping and come eat dinner," Winry said, glaring at the melancholy alchemist.
"Oh, leave him alone, Winry," Al said, already stuffing his face. "He just misses his boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Ed snapped at his brother. "And I don't miss him! I'm glad we're so far apart!"
"His boyfriend?" the mechanic asked. "You mean the colonel?"
"Mustang is not my boyfriend!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ed," Al smirked. "Is lover the right word?"
"Shut up! I'm not involved with that bastard!"
"Do you think they got into a fight before you two left Central?" Winry asked, thoughtful finger on her chin.
"Probably. It seems all they do is fight, even if they are sleeping together," Al said, setting his fork down.
"Both of you, shut up! We aren't sleeping together! I hate Mustang!"
"So what did you two fight about?" Winry looked at Edward.
"He was flirting with Haw-- Damnit!" Edward stood up and stormed out of the room.
Al and Winry burst out laughing.
A/N: It took entirely too long for me to write that ending. I have NO IDEA WHY. But it did. I love this drabble. Except the ending. -glares at last sentence- Denial!Edward and jealous!Edward are so fun to write. And read. I love denial!Edward so much. He's hilarious in Kataomoi (which everyone should read, it's a great fic, really. I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm the beta reader, either. I really do love it) Uh, anyway.
Uh, thanks for all the info on which hand Edward uses to write with. oO; I have no words for the amount of reviews I got telling me that he's left handed...
Folding paper stars is the freggin' most addictive thing ever. I just bought $7 worth of paper star paper (Redundant Captain Redundancy!) ...
Oh and of course... HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT! Everyone say happy birthday to Kat!