A/N: READ THIS! Ok. I've been really busy lately and am very sorry for not updating in a long time. You can probably expect a chapter every week or so. I have actually written up to chapter 7 but I still need to type them up. Thanks for the reviews everyone I will probably not do any review replies unless someone asks me a question. Thanks again for the reviews. They really help keep me motivated to continue on with this fic. Now here you go…
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If I did it would be a big ball of fluffy nonsense.
"…" means someone is thinking (italics)
"…" means someone is talking
Like I said before if I have italics on a word or two it's just for emphasis.
CHAPTER 4: ROCK, PAPER SCISSORS
Edward and Winry had been walking for a while now. They were now about 5 hours away from the Rockbell home.
"When are we going to get there Ed? I'm…so…tired. IT'S SO DAMN HOT OUT HERE!" Winry whined. She momentarily took off her bandanna to wipe the sweat off her brow.
"Geez, calm down already will ya'? I think the fork in the road is coming up soon," said Edward matter-a-factly. He had stripped himself of his read coat and black jacket, leaving him with his black tank on. Sure enough a few feet ahead the road started to split into two. "OK, now let's head left," he said while starting to head off in one direction. However Winry held him back by the shirt collar. "Ugh, Winry! Leggo, leggo!" he complained, trying desperately to get out of her grasp.
"I think we should go right," she said, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Ugh! We'll just get lost! Let's go LEFT!"
"No, right is better!"
"Left!"
"Right!"
"Left!"
"Right!"
"Left!"
"You know Ed, this isn't going to solve anything! Why don't we just play a good game of rock, paper, scissors?" Winry said. "He's never lucky! I'll definitely win!"
"Ugh, Winry! You KNOW I'm not lucky!" Ed protested.
"NO! We're playing. It seems I don't have a game of trivial pursuit on hand." Winry argued.
"Fine," Edward said. He suddenly had a strange grin on his face, "We'll play." What? Since when was he so quick to agree? Winry eyed him suspiciously.
"Oookay, rock, paper, scissors!" Winry shouted. She pulled out a hand which was in the "paper" shape. Ed had his hand in a sort of rock shape except he used both hands instead of one. "I win!" she boasted, hands on hips and teasing Ed by sticking her tongue out.
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong," Ed replied, both hands still out in front of him.
"Huh?" asked Winry, cocking her head in confusion.
"You're wrong. I won," he stated.
"Wha...? But I got paper and YOU got rock. Paper covers rock. That means I win." said Winry.
"I didn't get rock."
"Yes you did! Just look at your hands. They're in a ROCK shape! Geez! Just how dumb are you?" Winry argued. Hands now across her chest.
"No. I got BOMB!" Ed yelled. "I WIN! I WIN! I WIN!" he boasted.
"Ugh, how childish!" Winry said. And of course to show him she didn't care she did the mature thing... she stuck out her tongue.
"I didn't hear you saying that two minutes ago. Now let's head left!" Ed replied, grabbing Winry by the wrist.
"Fine!" Winry said as she pulled her hand from Ed's grasp as she realized she was once again blushing. "Just don't blame ME if we get lost," Winry said.
"OK, now let's go loser."
"SHUT UP SHORTY!' she yelled, bashing him in the head with her wrench. "Now let's get going."
One hour later...
"Maybe we should've gone right," Edward said as he stared blankly at a sign conveniently located on the side of the road. It read 'Welcome to Lorel.'
"I knew we should've gone right," Winry said as she sighed.
"Well it's your fault in the first place machine freak!" Ed yelled.
'MY FAULT?" Winry yelled back, hands on hips.
"Yes, all YOUR fault! You MADE ME PLAY THAT STUPID GAME!" he screamed, waving his hands about in the air.
Winry sighed as she tried to calm herself down, "Remember our deal Edward. Don't blame ME if we get lost."
"Oh yeah? Well THAT'S JUST YOUR DAMN PROBLEM!"
"WHAT? DID THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED ALCHEMY GEEK JUST SAY I HAD A PROBLEM?" As the yelling continued a crowd of people gathered around the two. Soon a woman squeezed her way to the front of the crowd to get closer to the stubborn teenagers.
"Um, may I help you?" she asked. She held the hand of a young girl around the age of 4 or so thus Ed stopped his cursing. To Winry the woman looked somewhat familiar so she turned around so she stood directly in front of her.
"Where are we?"