Chapter Two. Schweet.

"No, Trisha, wait—"

Trisha heard him only distantly behind the door. Leaning against the wall, sobbing into her hands, she finally let it all go, until she heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Go away!" she yelled, her voice catching in her throat in a hiccup of a sob.

"Trisha, please let me in." His voice had reverted to its usual gentleness.

"No! No!" Her face in her hands, she screamed at the door. "I don't want to talk to you! You're a lying, cheating bastard!"

"Trisha, you're just cliché-ing me. I didn't cheat on you—"

"I don't care! You shouldn't even be here, go back to your girlfriend!"

"Trish, I came here—"

"Don't call me Trish! Up until today, I didn't know you knew my name! Just—go away!"

"Trisha Stevenson, I came here today just so I could break up with Melicia! I don't love her!"

Trisha was silent, trying so desperately to ignore him, but she was failing miserably.

"Trisha, it's you I love."

Her voice caught in her throat again, and she gasped audibly.

"You're surprised, aren't you?" Hohenheim's voice turned bitter. "I was, too, once I realized it. I thought I loved Melicia, and it's true—I didn't know your name until yesterday. You're definitely not my type.

"When I realized I loved you, I was shocked. I never even realized you were there on the dates with Melicia; you were just the mandatory chaperone."

"So if you never realized I was there, how did you fall in love with me?" Trisha ventured, unsure if she should interrupt him.

"That's a funny story really. Your friend always told stories about the things you had done together—remember the turkey incident?"

Trisha giggled. That was the day that she and Melicia had thrown a turkey out the window to see if it could fly.

"Yes, it was quite funny. When she told me it was you she had done it with, I stepped back and took another look at you. I had never realized that you had so much humor in you. Your wry comments from the back of the room, the way you chided Melicia in such a way that she didn't notice you were chiding her, your off the cuff remarks. Of course I had never noticed them before, but now—now, it was totally different.

"I finally realized how much attention you gave me; noticed how desperately you tried to get me to see you." Hohenheim chuckled ruefully. "It was kind of pathetic, really."

"Hohen-Hohenheim—"

"But I can tell now that Melicia is just airheaded. I want someone with more substance."

"So you just want to use me to—to pass the time?" Trisha made herself choke out the words.

"Trisha," he sighed. "I thought you were smarter than that."

She couldn't help it any longer—she threw the door open to see him standing there before her, still dripping wet. She stared at him for a few precious moments while tears still dripped from her eyes. Hohenheim smiled at her, and gathered her into his arms, where she flung herself instantly, linking her arms around his neck.

"Well, does this mean I'm forgiven?" His hazel eyes danced behind their glasses.

Trisha grinned at him from behind her tears, and their lips met in an inevitable kiss.

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Trisha couldn't help it anymore; she flung open the door to see him fall at her feet—he must've been leaning against the door. She giggled as he looked up at her, surprised, until his face softened into its customary gentle smile.

"I thought I was smarter than that, too, Hohenheim." She smiled down at him, and leaned down for the inevitable.