Wow, this chapter came on really quickly! So only two reviewer's response, since two people left comments:

Aztec Goddess: No, I never explained the title before so don't feel stupid lol. I put it there for people to figure it out on their own. I'm glad to hear that was a good chapter though! Yeah, I wanted Ed to call Ross his mom, because in one episode when he was in Lab 5, he did when she hugged him, so yeah, that's where I got the idea. Yep, Ed and Al are indeed getting along! (reads this chapter) OR ARE THEY? dun dun dun haha

ScarvsState: wow, that comment made me very happy! i want to write a book though, about my life. cause lots of weird and dramatic things have happened in my life actually. i dont know if youd read it though. lol

Thanks guys! And now onto the chapter! R&R!


"Ed, you should stop and look at yourself…"

"Shh! Al, look! There they are!" Edward pointed down below him, to a couple sitting at a bench in front of the fountain. Ed attempted to hide himself behind a potted plant, and observe the duo laughing on the first floor, while Al simply stood leaning against the rails, with crossed arms.

The mall was very crowded that day, full of many teenagers, specifically girls, rushing about in expensive stores, to proudly purchase their dresses for Homecoming. Some unfortunate boyfriends were dragged by the hand from them, to try on new shoes, or toget a tuxedo to match the color of his girlfriend's dress. Of course some passer bys were giving Edward some strange looks when he hid behind the over sized leaves, but he simply ignored them.

"Look at them…it makes me sick," Ed's face grimaced as he saw Winry giggle from one of Russell's jokes.

The two of them were simply sitting together on a wooden bench, as the waters from the fountain splashed playfully in front of them. Winry had a sum amount of bags by her side, probably full of things that Russell had bought for her. And worst of all

"And look, she's wearing her hair down with him!" Edward suddenly shouted to himself, his hands coming to his forehead in shock.

Alphonse, however, continued to stare oddly at his brother's behavior.

"I thought we were going to get a studded belt or something…" Al asked, but trailed off when he realized Edward still wasn't listening. He rolled his eyes, and pulled on the chain hanging from his belt loop that went hidden in his pocket. On his last tug, a black wallet came out easily, dangling off the silver chain.

"You already know I have to many of those," Edward grumbled, his eyes were only fixed below him. He heard Alphonse fumbling with the wallet, and surprisingly turned, "Now where are you going?"

"I'm getting a soda, the only thing that's sick here, is you." Al now had about 5 dollars in his palm, and stuck the wallet back into his pocket, letting the chain dangle by his side once again. He simply walked off to the busy food court behind them. Edward sighed angrily, and got back to his spying. At the moment he thought one of them was about to look up at the second floor, he leaped behind the plant and hid.

From behind the trunk of the plant, he leaned over to take another look, resulting in widened eyes and a gasp. He witnessed Russell's arm inch slowly down Winry's side; his hand was then caressing her hip.

All of a sudden, Edward heard a loud, sickening crack. He looked at his right hand; a branch from the plant was now clenched in his fist. He glanced back to the stump where it was angrily snapped off, and he embarrassingly grinned to himself, quickly dropping the branch down onto the ground.

He quickly took a glance at Winry's expression; her cheeks were flushed but she looked obviously uncomfortable. Ed smiled triumphantly as soon as she leisurely scooted aside, and started to tell Russell something. At this point, Edward wished he could read lips…

He gasped loudly, feeling a cold sensation travel down the back of his neck. He smacked where it was once numb, and turned around forcefully, only to find Alphonse behind him holding a cold soda, grinning widely.

"Ha, scared ya," Alphonse took a long sip while Edward grunted, still rubbing the back of his neck.

"Did you just see that!" Edward pointed once again to the bench, and Alphonse sighed annoyingly.

"It's called 'personal displays of affection' Ed, every couple does it," Al commented sarcastically, pausing from his sip.

"Ha, more like FDA if you ask me, he's focusing on her, determined to get something, and-"

Alphonse quickly interrupted, "I don't want to hear about the accelerating part, thanks."

"Winry obviously doesn't enjoy his COMPANY!" he grasped the rail in front of him, and shook his angry fist in the air. Alphonse grabbed Edward's shoulder quickly, to prevent him from throwing himself down on to the first floor.

"Jeez, get a hold of yourself," Alphonse, for the first time in a long time, sounded pretty forceful with those words, "If she doesn't enjoy his company, why would she go out with him?"

"Ha, to make the rumors stop, that's why,"

"Ed!"

"What? I'm just saying, ever since they became 'the couple' no one says anything bad about her anymore! It's clear Al, it's the only reason she'll ever go out with him!" Edward crossed his arms and huffed angrily, he looked up at his brother, who stood with a shocked expression.

"Ed, then you should feel happy for her if you love her so much…"

Edward's eyes widened, "Who ever said I loved her!"

Alphonse ignored his brother's statement and continued, "And I guess it should be a good thing for you too, after all, you were a big part in those rumors, and now you don't have to worry about being the father of someone's imaginary baby." Alphonse slyly grinned.

Edward opened his mouth widely, "You know what…!" he stuck his index finger in the air with pride, as to make a point, but paused, "Damn…your right."

Alphonse laughed proudly, "That's what I thought," he sipped annoyingly on the last ounce of soda.

Edward's eyes widened evilly as he heard that last sip, and he almost began to cackle to himself. He held out his hand, "Give me your soda."

Alphonse cocked an eyebrow, and shook the cup, "It's empty--"

"Just give it to me!"

Al rolled his eyes, and handed over the empty cup. Edward held it in his hands with conceit, and he started to take the plastic cap off and toss it aside, forgetting about the fact he was littering. Into his right palm, he poured out all the remaining ice. Little rivers of cold water dripped off the cubes and ran down his hand; the numb feeling of the frozen water wasn't present in his palm.

Alphonse's eyes widened and he asked with a scared voice, "Ed…what are you doing…" he wasn't sure if he should laugh, or stop his brother as soon as he saw him pick up the largest ice cube.

"This is for all the times I hit someone in dodge ball…and god dammit that game had better paid off," Edward brought his hand back forcefully, and within a matter of seconds, Russell's painful reaction was heard.

"Ha! Take that you pervert!" Edward shouted to himself, but in his dismay, had shouted to loudly. Russell was looking up at where Ed was standing, rubbing the side of his head where the cube hit. Winry was staring also, but evilly, with her hands on her hips and her foot tapping. Edward's smile quickly vanished. He turned to his side where his brother stood, but gritted his teeth to find no one there. He looked behind him, and found Alphonse sitting at a table in the court, not to far away, waving and grinning.

Ed angrily cuffed his palms around his mouth and yelled, "You fucking traitor!" Alphonse simply laughed.

"Edward!" Winry's high- pitched scream traveled through the mall; some shoppers stopped in their tracks to look over the rail to see who was responsible for the yell. Ed forgot that other people were witnessing, and whined back, "What!"

"You are in so much damn trouble!" she screamed, and pointed an angry finger at him, also oblivious to the fact that people were frighteningly watching.

"Oh shut up you slut!" Edward yelled back, somewhat jokingly, but still with an angry undertone. Some of the witnesses began to gasp, most of the girls watched with an angry glare towards Edward, the boyfriends were laughing.

"What did you call me!" she gasped angrily, her fists clenched. Russell was still trying to calm her down. He put his hands on her shoulder to try and gesture her to sit.

"You heard me you whore!" he paused when he saw Russell, "Hey! Thinking of other places to put those hands, huh!"

Winry cheeks turned the brightest of red, no one was to sure if it resulted from anger, or if she was blushing shyly from his statement, "Ed, just shut up and leave us alone! Your being a huge asshole…!" her eyes started to sting. She looked around at the shoppers, "What the fuck are you looking at!"

Edward couldn't help but mange to laugh as the frightened witnesses quickly took off. He proudly crossed his arms, knowing he hadwon the fight single handedly.

Winry forcefully grabbed the wrist of Russell, who was still rubbing the pain away from the hit, she turned on the balls of her heels, holding her many bags in the other hand. She simply stormed off with Russell following, and was soon out of sight.

Edward was holding his sides, still laughing to himself, but paused, only to find very angry glares from passing girls.

"You jerk," one girl said, and kicked him in the left shin. Edward didn't respond in any way, but simply snickered when the girl started to hop in result of the pain in her toes.

"Ah, at times like these I'm glad to have fake parts," he knocked happily on his right forearm and grinned. He walked over to where Al was once sitting and laughing. However, his arms were crossed angrily, and his brows were frowned.

Edward sat in the chair across the table without a word, his face bewildered, "What are you so mad about?"

"You didn't take them today did you."

"Ok, you really sound weird…"

"Just last week you promised you were going to take them every day!"

"So? I forgot."

"Do you even know what just happened!" Alphonse raised his voice. He even attempted to hide his face from the witnesses that were still present; he really didn't want to be seen with that one 'jerk' that everyone was talking about in the mall.

"Oh come on Al, I was just kidding around," Edward leaned back comfortably and sighed, "She'll forgive me like that," and he snapped his fingers.

Alphonse shut his eyes in shame, "As much as I hate saying this, I'm going to say it anyway," he inhaled deeply, "You are indeed being a fucking asshole."

Edward sat his jaw agape, "Whoa, I never heard you talk like that," he laughed jokingly, only to pause when he figured out that his brother was not amused.

"And then when we get home…" Alphonse started to mutter to himself, and shivered nervously, "She might take her wrench out on me too…"

Edward rolled his eyes, "Ok, was it that bad to make you think she'll kill you with the wrench? Because only I am preserved for that wrench, and I didn't even think I'd get smacked by it once I got home."

Alphonse huffed annoyingly, "Yes! It was that bad!" he tried to change the subject, "I can't believe you didn't take them…"

Edward felt his face starting to steam,

Mom…reading a good book…in front of the fireplace…dammit, right now…why? Because I'm pissed off that's why.

He closed his eyelids calmly, and took a deep breath, "I tell you what. When we get home I'll apologize or whatever, but right now, I feel like doing something nice."

Alphonse pondered at his brother's odd grin, "What…"

"While we're here, and while I have the money, I was thinking about getting you something…" he paused, "Something like art supplies."

Al's silver eyes widened, and his voice quivered, "Huh?"

"You know, for your art classes, and that painting," he looked down, almost ashamed to admit, "I was thinking about getting them for you as an apology for what happened last time…NOT a bribe if that's what your thinking, but just a nice thing to do…" Edward continued with his rambling.

Alphonse sat back while Ed talked to himself; he couldn't remember if he had blinked once yet, and he tried to keep his face straight, and he nervously laughed, "Uh, you really don't need to do that, but thanks though…"

"And," Edward filled in, "I was hoping I could see it sometime--"

"It's not done yet." Alphonse's voice was stern as he interrupted, "There's….a lot of mistakes I need to fix…"

Edward stared with concern, and looked down, "Well…ok then."

All of a sudden, Alphonse stood on his feet, his hands in his pockets. He looked away from his brother, facing the escalators.

"Forget the supplies," he said quietly, "I'd rather go home and get this over with…" he shivered once again when he thought about Winry being angry.

Edward rolled his eyes, "Whatever."


"Come on Russell, make a wish already!"

He grinned, holding the penny in his fingers, "Why should I wish for something when I have all I could ever want," he stared deeply into Winry's cerulean eyes, causing her to blush and giggle.

"Your such a romantic," she smiled, taking the penny from his hand, "Fine, I'll make a wish," she held it in her hands, and closed her eyes, but paused. Before she closed her lids, she could have sworn she saw something familiar above her. A speck of blonde…? She observed the noticeable potted plant near the food court on the second floor, but shook her head realizing that could have been anybody's blonde hair.

She tossed the penny in the fountain in front of her, it landed with a small splash.

"What did you wish for?" Russell asked, placing his arm around her shoulders.

She laughed, "Silly, I can't tell you or it won't come true!" she let her tired head lean upon his strong shoulders, "I think we did to much shopping today…"

Russell didn't answer, but began to caress her arm gently. Winry felt like she was getting a fever as soon as she felt his hand move down her side. For some reason, a small squeak escaped her throat as she inched away politely. Russell just stared a bit perplexed and asked, "What's wrong?"

Winry sighed, not knowing if she should feel embarrassed, "Sorry, I just thought that was sudden, you know, with all the people around…" she looked around and referred to he many shoppers rushing by.

Russell frowned a bit, almost disappointed, "Of course, I'm sorry." He managed to grin a small smile again.

Winry sighed softly, and sat back comfortably. Homecoming was approaching very quickly, and she was feeling so happy. Nothing could ruin her day.

"Ah!" Russell winced in pain; Winry quickly looked over her shoulder to find him rubbing the side of his head, an aching expression on his face, "What the hell was that?"

"Ha, take that you pervert!"

For some reason, Winry was able to hear that one statement. That one little statement, rang loudly above all the noise in the mall, above all the people running in and out of stores. She looked down next to her, to find a large ice cube next to Russell. Her head quickly turned above, and her eyebrows quickly frowned.

"Edward!" she screamed in a high-pitched voice to the second floor.

Now it's obvious my wish didn't come true…


I had so much fun writing that chapter, you wouldn't believe it. As weird as it may sound, I was once in a situation like that, so I can relate to it I suppose. (grin) Anyway, be lovely and leave reviews please!