A/N: So it's 2 days late but what can I say? I'm a LAZY person. LOL, I really need to

stop slacking off but at least it didn't take me all week just to get up to the computer and take the time to type So here you go, another chapter for you to munch on! ED'S POV

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of its characters. I only own the characters I make up.

You probably know this by now but I'll put it here for those who don't know. Plus last time I changed the quotes a bit:

"..." means someone's talking (regular)

'...' means someone's thinking (italics and single quotes)

CHAPTER 6: MISUNDERSTANDINGS:

Winry had gone off somewhere.

Only I didn't know where she went.

I bet you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. You're probably sitting there and saying to yourself, "What the hell? I thought some random person named Eleanor had just offered you a place to stay!" And you're absolutely right. So now that I've got you all confused I'll go back to yesterday and tell you exactly what happened...

xoxox

Winry and I had just arrived in some town that I kept desperately trying to tell her MUST be some giant, open marketplace (because there's no way in hell I could be wrong) when some woman (who coincidently was holding the hand of a 4 year old at exactly the time I chose to throw a few choice words at Winry) came up to us.

She offered us a place to stay and Winry accepted. At first I didn't agree with this decision. I mean we just met some random stranger! Isn't that, you know, dangerous? But of course before I could say anything Winry threatened me behind her back with, um, it (a.k.a. my greatest enemy, the wrench) and before I knew it we were walking into a medium sized house.

I sighed. Well, I hadn't brought my wallet anyways so it's not like we could've stayed in a hotel. 'I may as well make the best of this,' I thought as I stepped inside and plopped myself down in an armchair.

"Um, I'm sorry but there's only one spare bedroom," the woman, whose name was Eleanor Lewis or something like that, said apologetically.

"And I'm guessing one of us will have to sleep on the floor," I said with sarcasm obvious in my voice. It wasn't really a question seeing as I already knew what was coming next.

"Yes, I'm sorry," The woma—er, Eleanor said (forget it; I'm calling her Ellen from now on!).

Geez, why did she keep apologizing? "And I'm guessing that someone is me," I said, "See Winry, this is one of the two reasons I don't like traveling with you!" Plus my back hurt like hell every time I had to sleep on the floor. Usually when we stayed with someone they only had 1 guestroom. And seeing Winry was a girl and Al didn't sleep anyways and usually say on the couch I was left sleeping on the god damned floor.

Whoop de frickin' do!

"Excuse me? What did you say shrimpy," Winry retorted as she folded her arms across her chest.

Ouch.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLIN' A--" I stopped mid-sentence when Kit, the 4 year old, started to tug on my pant leg. I must admit. I have a weakness for little kids and I must admit Kit was pretty cute.

"Why are ya' fightin'? It's not nice to fight," she said, large hazel eyes looking up at me. I sighed.

"Um, why don't we get ready for bed everyone? I think we're all a bit tired," Ellen said desperately, trying to get in control of the household. So she herded everybody upstairs and I got situated in my makeshift bed.

"Oh, I almost forgot! You don't have anything clean to change into do you? Winry, would you like to borrow something of mine," Ellen said.

"Well I could take a shower and then change Mrs. Llewinns," Winry suggested.

"That's great Winry," Ellen started, "But what about Edward? I think all my husband's clothes are too big for him." At this my eye twitched and I had to squeeze my hands into fists to keep from yelling at her. Was she saying I was short?

"Don't worry about him," Winry said, ignoring my reactions, "He just sleeps in his boxers anyways."

"Wow, thanks Winry," I said sarcastically while glaring at her.

"Um, okay," Ellen replied cautiously, "Well, when you're ready for bed just drop off your clothes in the laundry room so you can have clean clothes by tomorrow."

I was about to ask where the hell the "laundry room" was when Winry interrupted me with an, "Okay," and then Ellen left, leaving me confused and VERY pissed off. I just scowled and took off my pants and tank so I would be wearing my boxers to sleep in. Winry had just gone off to take her shower so I wandered around for the laundry room, not caring I was just in my boxers since Winry was showering, Kit was sleeping, and Ellen was somewhere else.

Soon I heard the sound of running water nearby. Listening to every room carefully I finally found the source and opened the door, figuring the sound was coming from the washing machine.

Dammit! Just my luck!

The room I had walked into was NOT and I repeat NOT the laundry room. There are several reasons why this is so:

1)The water was coming from the bathtub
2)In the room was a toilet, sink, show/bathtub, etc.
3)My best friend, Winry, was sitting facing me one her knees with nothing on except for a towel was covering her lap

Yes, this was most definitely NOT the laundry room.

And I guess it took a while for both of us to register what was happening. Plus it was weird because I couldn't move. I just stood there... staring.

Then Winry came to her senses. Know how I could tell? She got up, threw the towel over her body and started screaming, yelling and throwing every possible item in the room in my direction.

You know what happened next?

Ellen heard us and popped her head in through the door. She then said in a panicked voice, "Oh, sorry to interrupt!" She quickly shut the door behind her and sprinted down the stairs as we both stared at the door in silence. Damn you boxers!

I took this opportunity to rush out of the room. Wow, real manly of you Edward, real manly.

xoxox

The next morning when I woke up I opened my eyes to the ceiling as I felt something warm and soft snuggle against me. Unfortunately for me I wasn't completely conscious and so I closed my eyes and pulled whatever-it-was tighter and stroked my hand against its shoulders as I heard it moan slightly.

So then my hand traveled up just a little and found some silk-like substance so I weaved my hand through it. I then opened my eyes and put my weight on my side so that I was facing whatever-it-was to see a blur of light purple, cream, and silver-gold. I wasn't used to the light yet so things weren't all that clear. As my vision sharpened I realized I was holding...

"WINRY!" I leaned on to my hands and shot up in a sitting position on my knees as the blond haired girl groggily opened one vibrant, blue eye.

"Mmm," she moaned, "Wha...?" she finally managed to mumble.

"What? Who? WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?" I yelled.

"Hm? Oh, I must've fallen off the bed. You know I toss and turn in my sleep," she calmly replied, settling back down on the pillow.

Once again Ellen came up, said the famous, "Sorry to interrupt," line and closed the door behind her. I could hear her bounding down the stairs. God I hate boxers! I need to get a pair of those tacky, plaid pajama pants or something.

"What was that about?" Winry asked. Her eyes were still closed. She must not have been all the way awake.

"Nothing," I replied as I looked down on her sleeping figure and smiling a bit to myself and then sighing while pulling my fingers through my golden hair.

"Hmm, well then let's take this time to talk," she said, sitting up on her knees and tucking her lilac colored dress underneath her legs.

"Um, I'd rather not," I replied. Seriously, I didn't like to talk to her very much. She always ended up asking about what I did while me and Al were away.

"Aww, come on!" she pleaded while putting her weight on her hands and leanings forward. I blushed and I must admit she did look—what the hell am I saying? Anyways...

"No."

"Why not? You guys never tell me ANYTHING!" she argued while standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

"Well, I just don't feel like it," I replied as I stood up. I had grown to 5'5", her height, still kind of short but at least I didn't feel as inferior to her anymore.

"Come on! You know I really worry about you Edward!"

"Not like I care!" I retorted. I was just kidding but I think she took it to heart.

"Oh," she said coldly with no emotion what-so-ever.

Seeing this I softened my tone of voice, "Winry I--"

"You know what? I don't want to hear it! I worry about you all the time Edward and you don't even care. Well you know what? I guess you wouldn't care if I left either!" she yelled.

"Winry, wait!" I screamed after her.

"No," she said, "I've wasted enough time waiting." And that was the last thing she said before slamming the door, leaving me speechless.

xoxox

A/N: So I hope you liked that chapter. It was longer, eh? I'll try to make my chapters longer from now on and I'll also try to update every couple of days, I will put a stop to my laziness!

-Phyco girl