Here's chapter three people! Thanks so much for the reviews, and actually even reading it, heh.
Just to inform you, this chapter is a little long, and there is a pointless part (the pranking on the phone) but I put that in there to just show how good of freinds Winry and Ed are lol
Also, in my story, even if it takes place in modern day, Ed does have "automail", not really artifical limbs.(so its not really EXACLTY modern, a little fantasy in there too lol)I left it like that because...I really don't know much about artifical limbs . (even though i know someone with a fake leg, and he does have some sort of "casing" around it, so that's why i mention that in there, just in case you are wondering that while you read) Of course Winry and Pinako invented the whole automail deal in my story, so he is pretty much the only one...ever...that has mechanical limbs, that's why he suffers from peer pressure, heh.The automail becomes siginificant towards the end, if you plan on finishing it.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW THANK YOU SO MUCH! heh
With Lots of Red
"Ed, get your ass back here!"
"WINRY SHUT UP MY LEG IS FINE!" Edward hid on the staircase. He looked behind him, making sure she wasn't there. EVERY time he had her look at his leg or arm, she would freak out and get to obsessive about it, and think of all these other crazy things she would want to do to it. Noticing that she obviously wasn't upstairs, he let out a relived sigh, only to find her right in front of him.
Dammit.
"Ed, you're acting like a baby. I'm only taking a look, I promise I won't do anything else!" she yelled up the stairs.
Edward groaned, "I'd rather be a baby anyway, they don't have to do anything,"
He slid down one stair,
"Like homework,"
He slid down the next,
"Or look for their shoes,"
And the next…
"Or PLAY GYM,"
Eventually he was sitting on the last stair, an angry mechanic staring him in the eye. With the wrench she held in her hand, she lightly tapped it annoyingly on his head.
He winced, but with surprise, "Why aren't you hitting me harder like you always do?" he gestured her to stop.
"Cause I'm in a jolly mood today," she grinned widely.
"Hmm, that sounds good to me."
"DON'T RUIN IT." She said menacingly, pointing the wrench back in to his fear stricken face.
"Damn! What have you been doing?" Winry observed his left leg with great precision.
The flesh colored casing was now removed, exposing the running mechanics and metal inside. Some parts were dented, and some parts obviously needed repairing; it was just in overall bad shape.
"Well hmm," Ed started, looking up at the ceiling, "I played dodge ball today." He smirked.
"Don't get smart with me," Winry started to pull his pants leg back down, and took out a long piece of string from her pocket. She lightly grasped it between her hands, and gently, started to measure up Edward's leg, counting at each pause she needed to take.
"Huh. We need to replace it anyway, seems you've grown some since last time we checked," she placed he string back in her pocket, and started to put her tools away.
Ed lifted his left leg and placed it on his right knee, and sighed deeply. He ran his fingers across the cool metal, which intertwined with the red and blue wires. He moved his leg ever so gently, watching it glisten and shine from the lights above him. This was part of him; a man made machine. He was probably the only one in the world to possess these wonderful limbs; only a special talented mechanic could make them for him. He was so lucky to have friends that care for him, making him unique; special.
He moved his toes, watching the mechanisms do their magic as he was telling them to do so. Pivot my ankle around, I can do it. Bend my knee, no problem. But even though he appreciated them, he would always ask himself,
Why me?
He did not know, but Winry was watching. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him every time he felt this way. She loved fixing his arm and leg, and she loved machines, and anything that smelled of oil. She didn't want to brag, but she was a good mechanic and inventor; her grandmother couldprove that with her grades, and of course, Ed's limbs couldprove it too...But she couldn't compare with him. She didn't own those limbs; she truly didn't know how they affected a person. Sometimes she wished that she could own those, to see what the wonders of machines can do for her very self. But she watches Edward. She knows he appreciates everything she has possibly done for him…but yet, he still wishes.
I'm sorry Ed.
The two sat in uncomfortable silence; Winry was quietly replacing the beige casting that hid his leg's wonders. She loved to think to herself that one day, just one day, he would be brave enough to expose her beautiful creations. But she would put herself in that position. No, it just wasn't right. He was tortured enough by people for his troubles.
"I hate doing this," Edward finally stated firmly. He was referring to the attaching of the mechanisms to his nerves; it would happen every time he needed it replaced. Winry frowned.
"We don't have to do it now, if you don't want to." She finally stood, grasping her toolbox firmly in her gloved hand. She walked off without a word, leaving Ed alone.
He sighed, and leaned back in to his chair. He began kicking his legs back and forth, like a nervous child. Just now, he felt like a nervous child. Not wanting to get things over with; procrastinating them for later, so they can linger in his thoughts to make him worry more. The only thing he was hoping was that he didn't insult his talented friend.
"Thanks…" he murmured softly to himself.
Winry sighed, getting back to her homework. It was Friday night; Ed was getting ready for bed, Al was upstairs, Granny was still at the garage grading everyone's engines. She, however, was sitting alone at the dining table, a dim light above her. It was getting late and she was tired; she was working on Ed's new leg the whole night. She nervously tapped her pencil upon the wooden table; she hated math. Maybe Ed could help her; he always got A's in math.
Subtract 24 from both sides…is that a negative…? No, wait the sign turns around when you divide that…crap…why do I even bother?
"You're supposed to ADD a positive to a negative to make it equal zero. Otherwise, you'll never get y alone."
Winry glanced to her side where she heard Ed's voice. He had just gotten out of his shower, his hair was down and damp, and he was merely standing in his boxers, looking over her shoulder at her horrible math.
Winry blushed and turned away, "Ed! How can you have the nerve to just stand there half naked!"
He laughed, grabbing a chair from across the table, "Hey, technically I do live here; I can do whatever I want." He took a seat and picked up her Algebra book, flipping through the pages. He had a confused look in his golden eyes.
"You're STILL in Algebra?" he asked questioningly.
Winry looked down, almost embarrassed to admit, "They had to hold me back," but her face lightened up to hide her stupidity, "Cause I suck!" she grinned.
He was still flipping; his hand rubbed his chin as her observed the problems. He was in deep thought.
What a weirdo. Who can stare at math problems and enjoy it?
"Not everyone is in calculus already." Winry broke his concentration. He looked up from that book.
"Well why don't you just ask for help?" he asked, "I'm right across the hall." His voice had concern.
Winry looked down at her problems. There were countless doodles of cars all over the margins, and drawings of tools. Millions of scribbles and angry faces were covering her mistakes. She sighed.
"You have to think of other things besides fixing things Winry," Ed quietly laughed.
"Well you have to stop thinking about science and math you chemistry freak!" Winry unexpectedly yelled across the table. She paused and silently gasped. She glared at Edward's shocked face.
"Wow." He finally said.
"I'm sorry…! I didn't mean, I mean, I didn't want it to sound that way…!"
He began to laugh.
The expression on Winry's face became annoyed, "What is so funny." Her voice was stern.
"Wow," he repeated, humor in his voice, "I never thought PMS could be that bad." He was still laughing.
Winry leaned back in her chair, her face full of surprise. She looked back at how she just acted; was she that bitchy sometimes? She also began to giggle.
The two sat, laughing for a while, and soon it engaged in to more humorous conversation, like gossip, or the teachers. Time flew quickly by. Winry still hadn't finished past the third problem.
"There's a sophomore in your chemistry class?" Winry asked shockingly.
"Yeah, I don't know who the hell he thinks he is! He thinks he's all tough shit, acting all smart for everyone," Ed snorted.
Winry paused.
"Wait…was he…kinda tall?" Winry asked, her eyebrow rose suspicously.
"ARE YOU SAYING I'M SHORT!" Ed rose from his chair, slamming his hands upon the table.
Winry laughed, "And you think I get in bad moods."
Ed slowly sat back down and slumped in to his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, "Hmmph…yes…friggin kid is younger then me…shit," he grumbled.
All of a sudden, the phone rang, making the angry Edward jump. Winry rolled her eyes and got up from her chair to answer it, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this the Rockbell residence?"
Winry put the mouth of the phone upon her shoulder to block out the noise, "It's a telemarketer!" she whispered loudly over to Ed.
Ed all of a sudden started to scream. Winry was trying to hold in her laughs as she watched him bang his fists upon the table, and started to make choking noises. Winry uncovered the mouth of the phone to let all the horrible noise go through. All of a sudden she snapped back, "Johnny! Put down that knife!"
"Never!" he got up from his chair and made his way towards Winry; she was still trying to desperately hold in her laughs. She was clutching her sides, still keeping the phone in the air. They could quietly hear a faint, "Hello? What's going on?" from the phone.
"Johnny no!" she screamed.
Edward ran up to Winry and grabbed her around the waist playfully and started to shake her, she began to scream, with laughs in the background. Edward took the phone and brought it closer to his mouth, still holding her tightly, "I'M GOING TO RAPE YOU AND THEN KILL YOU!" he started to evilly laugh. Winry did one final scream, and fell on the floor, laughing hysterically.
Edward, also laughing, finally took a long sigh, bringing the phone to his ear, expecting to hear no one there. He heard laughter.
"Eh…this person didn't hang up…?" he stated, almost sounding scared.
"What the hell…?" Winry got up and grabbed the phone from his hand, and asked shakily, "Hello?"
"Wow Winry, I never knew you could sound that convincing. You should try acting."
OH…MY…GOD.
"Russell!" she loudly gasped, fumbling the phone, "IS THAT YOU?"
Russell laughed on the other side of the phone, "Heh, yeah actually it is…um, can I ask what was going on? By the way, I'm sorry I'm calling so late."
Edward butted in, an angry look upon his face, "What the hell is THAT SOPHOMORE doing calling us SO LATE." He crossed his arms, repeating Russell's words.
"Shut up!" she hissed, scaring him away with the waving of her arm. He snorted and sat back down.
"Oh God Russell, I'm sorry I scared you, I thought you were a business person cause no one really asks for a residence, and you are kind of calling late, and so me and my friend, yeah we kind of um tried to scare you, and I guess it didn't scare you--!" she explained way to quickly. Ed shook his head, still angry.
"Whoa, take a breather there," Russell chuckled, "I understand, me and my brother used to do things like that," he paused, "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."
Winry's face lit up and she began to lightly blush, "Really!" she asked excitedly.
Edward's eyes widened, watching Winry's expression.
"Well, we knew each other for about two weeks so far, and I think it's ok for me to ask you…"
"Yes…!" she managed to squeak over the phone.
Silence.
"Would you like to go to homecoming with me?" he asked in the most handsome voice.
Winry's legs felt like rubber; she felt like she was floating on Cloud 9, "Of course I will!" she eagerly accepted, doing a small dance. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to look to heaven, and she was quietly mouthing 'Thank you!' She ended with a simple, "I'll see you Monday!" and she finally hung up the phone ever so lightly. She sighed a long, dreamy sigh, and began to hug herself. Only then she stopped when she noticed an annoyed Edward tapping his foot continuously on the floor.
"PLEASE don't tell me you just told that sophomore that you would go to homecoming with him." He slyly grinned.
Winry's smile turned upside down; she gasped.
"Ed…!" she choked. "Oh God, what have I done," she repeated over and over. She sat upon the chair, her head in her hands. But then again…
Levis!
She let out a quick breath of air, "No worries! I mean hey, we hang out with Al all the time, and he's a sophomore, what's there to worry about?" she widely grinned while she sat back down in her chair.
What the hell is WRONG with her tonight? WAY to moody for me to handle. Wait…she's going to homecoming with RUSSELL?
Edward glanced over to Winry across the table, who was humming to herself, and bobbing her headside to side.She was quickly getting back to her homework; her cerulean eyes full of happiness.. But why didn't HE feel happy for her?
A faint,fearful gasp pierced the silence.
Winry dropped her pencil, a shocked look upon her; her face no longer excited. Edward's eyes widened, as he gestured her to keep quiet. They listened again; a drop of sweat began to fall down Winry's brow. She helpingly glanced at Edward, who slowly got up from the table, looking at the ceiling.
"It came from upstairs," he quietly whispered. They only person that was in the house that night besides Ed and Winry, was Alphonse.
"Al!" he yelled through the ceiling, "Alphonse, are you okay?" he made his way towards the staircase. He sounded worried; his voice began to shake.
"Don't come up!" a frightened voice yelled down from upstairs. Ed paused and felt a cold bead of sweat run down his brow; Winry was still sitting at the table, with a scared looked in her eye.
"I spilled paint, sorry!" Al quickly yelled again; Edward groaned, letting out a long sigh.
"Dammit, you scared the SHIT out of us Al!" Ed angrily screamed back up the stairs. Winry sighed and rolled her eyes; she was still sitting in the kitchen, wondering why he was painting at this hour.
"Aw jeez, the third floor bathroom isn't open."
Alphonse was wandering around the halls, searching frantically for an open bathroom. If only there won't so many smokers in this school, they wouldn't have to worry about guarding the stupid doors, and locking them, and…oh what the heck, he thought.
He looked towards the stairs he was walking towards, but took a glance down the hallway to his right. The elevator. Hmm.
Al pressed the button down, dancing slowly side to side. He should have went this morning…
Slowly the doors opened, and he sprinted in to the corner. He attempted to jump quickly back out.
"Hey don't be scared cutie."
Alphonse watched frighteningly as he glared at the ghost white hand that reached towards a button. The doors slowly shut. This was going to be a long ride down.
Al began to cough from the smoke that was clouding up the small space.
"So," Envy started, blowing out a long breath of smoke, "How's life. Mine sucks, as usual." He smiled. Today he was wearing a black BAM hoodie and some other skate clothes. Just a while ago he was in Ecko, hanging out with ghetto wannabes.
Al didn't answer. He had also stopped pacing side to side. He forgot he had to desperately take care of business.
"Yes, you must still be feeling upset, I mean, who wouldn't be?" Envy leaned in the right corner of the elevator, and looked over to Al, who was standing on the other side, "I wouldn't stand there if I were you. Two people fucked over there." He began to silently laugh.
Al inched over a foot or two. What was taking this ride so long?
Envy threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped upon it, crushing out its flame. Obviously he wasn't aware of the fact that he had the perfect chance to make the elevator ignite in flames.
"Hey, but you know what works for me when I'm feeling blue?" he slowly took out a pocketknife from the pocket of his sweatshirt; Al's eyes widened as he watched Envy roll up his sleeve.
Envy used the pocketknife to violently open a new pack of cigarettes he was hiding up the sleeve, and smirked, "I like to paint." He began to caress his pale arm, smiling. Alphonse's eyes shook as he noticed Envy's forearm.
"With lots of red," Envy continued, " Something like, oh, I don't know, a fire."
Alphonse gulped. He began to feel very hot. The doors were opening. He literally jumped out from the corner.
"By the way cutie," Envy said out to Alphonse, fiddling with a long strand of his hair, "Happy October 3."
A silent tear rolled down his cheek. He winced, glancing at his sketch. He wasn't sure if he wanted to paint anymore. But…he did feel better. And a painting should always be finished.
how was it ! PLEASE REVIEW I NEED SUPORT TO CONTINUE! lol. but chapter 4 will be on as soon as i can get it on. yay. yes the end of this chapter is a little scary..heh
