Oh no, it's me again. I'm sorry for the delayed update! I just haven't had time to write much anymore. But just to let you know, this chapter's full of potty-mouth usage. It's not too bad or anything, it's just language that might not be suitable for some. Anyways, here's this chappy and I hope you enjoy!

Ed adjusted his sunglasses as he entered the highly decorated movie theatres- fake Christmas trees stood in every corner, banners of green and red hung happily, tinsel and sparkling lights galore- with Roy and Riza trailing behind. He was starting to feel iffy about the whole spying deal. What if he would get caught? Winry would kill me, he gulped, thinking about the murderous wrench she used every so often.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes. Roy sighed, aggravation at a high level.

"Yes Fullmetal," he said exasperatedly. "Just as long as you don't do anything to mess it up, it'll be fine."

Ed blinked. "As long as I don't do anything to mess it up? What about you and Riza? I believe you said we're going to spy? We're as in we are- if you're having difficulty, that's plural Mustang!"

"Thanks for the grammar lesson," Roy coolly responded. "But Riza and I are going to see another movie."

"Huh! But- but-!"

"If she sees all three of us in there, what's she going to think? Besides you like Winry, am I right? Perhaps, you're even in love with her?" Roy had never seen anyone turn red so fast; Ed's face was lit up in such a bright scarlet, it would have probably been visible even in the dark. Taking that answer as a yes, he continued, "Well then, go make sure that Russell doesn't take her away from you."

With that, Roy and Riza sauntered off in the other direction, waving as Mustang warned, "Don't get caught!"

Riza looked over at Ed and sighed, still very unsure about everything. Crossing her fingers, she hoped this wouldn't ruin anything. They couldn't afford any setbacks for the Secret Mission, especially when everything had been so smooth-sailing.

Up until now.

Fumbling for his wallet, Ed searched his pockets as he stood in line for the snack bar. The smell of popcorn was so intoxicating; it was making him hungry, and just seeing the boxes of candy lined up neatly along the counter, slushies swirling in the machine were enough to make him go buy some.

He reached the front of the line only to see the cash register unattended. A large, short employee with a bald head stood by the popping kernels, devouring each and every one as they jumped out of the kettle. He didn't seem to notice Ed standing there.

"Um, excuse me?" Ed called, tapping the counter to get the man's attention. Another employee with dark, long green hair resembling a palm tree came up to his fellow hungry co-worker.

"Gluttony, stop eating all the damn food," he hissed, smacking the other upside the head. "God, you idiot. I still don't see why Sloth won't fire you."

"Sorry, Envy," Gluttony pouted, gazing at the popcorn as though it were something forbidden. "I was just hungry…"

"You're always hungry," Envy remarked irritably.

"Excuse me!" Ed practically shouted, banging on the counter top. Envy took notice of him, rolling his eyes irritably and walked towards him. "Whaddya want, pipsqueak?"

Ed clenched his teeth, ready to blow but stopped himself. Don't explode, don't explode he thought. Instead of the usual "Who are you calling a pipsqueak?" comeback, he resorted to an icy glare, seeing that Envy was not worth getting riled up over.

"One popcorn and a drink," he said, remembering his manners and added in mock polite, "Please."

"Would you like a small?" Envy smirked.

"Make it a large," Ed snarled.

"Sure, whatever," Envy looked over at Gluttony. "Hey you, gimme a small popcorn and a small drink!"

"I asked for a large," Ed reminded hotly, but that remark went ignored. Gluttony handed the order, looking at it pathetically and went sulking off to stare at the cooking hot dogs.

"That'll be 6.50," Envy rung up the total. Scowling, Ed handed him the amount, grabbing the popcorn and soda. "Enjoy the show, pipsqueak," he called, smirking the widest smirk in the history of smirk-giving before scolding Gluttony about not eating the hot dogs.

"Roy, I really think this is a bad idea," Riza said worryingly as she made her way towards a seat. "Maybe we should call it off?"

"Nonsense," Roy plopped down next to Riza and wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close as he smiled a confident smile. "Everything will be fine."

"Must you be so certain about everything?" she sighed.

Roy snorted. "Must you have so little faith in my plan?"

"Must you always have plans that are reeking with disaster?"

"Must you question my motives like this?"

Without even bringing their attention towards the screen, they played the newly invented "Must you?" game, bickering and arguing as though they were already a married couple.

Ed snuck a seat in the back, popcorn in hand, a soda in the other, while his dark shades concealed his eyes. He was able to spot Winry and Russell, who were chatting animatedly about something, sitting diagonally from where they were, somewhat out of view and at the same time, he had a decent view of them. The lights began to dim as the previews began to play. Ed munched on his food, keeping his eyes on the two instead of the screen. Russell and Winry had stopped talking, their attention locked ahead.

But then Ed saw it; Russell's arm creeping up, snaking around Winry's shoulders. Without really thinking what he was doing, Edward flicked some of his popcorn at his enemy, aiming his weapons of choice at Russell's head.

"What the hell?" he said, feeling something hit his ear. Ed suppressed a stifled laugh as Russell looked past him, unsuspecting of the braided rival sitting close by.

"Is something wrong?" Winry asked.

"No, no," Russell shook his head, getting back to the movie. Ed smirked foolishly to himself, almost too much so he knew and sipped his soda, watching them out of the corner of his eye.

Then he saw it again; Russell's arm ready to wrap around Winry's shoulders. He almost choked on his drink, but quickly took off the lid. He grabbed a chunk of ice, chucking it at Russell, making the cursed arm coil back.

"Ow, dammit!" Russell swore, causing a few people to snap at him.

"Shut up!" someone jeered.

"Keep your comments to yourself!" another snapped.

Ed cackled evilly under his breath. "Mwahahaha…"

Russell glanced over to the stranger with the sunglasses, narrowing his eyes at him as he tried to decipher why he had a feeling that this person was no ordinary stranger after all.

"Hey, is something bothering you?" Winry asked, thinking he was having some sort of crisis with the people in back of them.

He turned to face her with a stupid smile. "No, nothing's bothering me." Satisfied, but still worried, she looked back to the screen.

As dumb as it would sound to anyone, Ed was having fun poking at Russell, the best part being that his rival didn't even know it was him. It's good to be bad, Ed thought, sipping the last of his drink with a sweet taste of victory.

Minutes flew by without any signs of Russell trying to make a move on Winry. Half an hour went by, and Ed was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. Due to the fact that he drank all his soda, he had to use to restroom very, very badly. He cursed the bad timing, tapping his foot on the ground in a resolute conclusion that he was to not go anywhere until the movie was over.

"Come on, think!" a guy in the movie exclaimed. "What name starts with a P?"

"P…P…Peter!" one of the main characters cried.

"No, that can't be it," the guy said over dramatically, shaking his head with much vigor. "Think! P! A girl's name that starts with a P!" All the characters in the film went quiet as the guy kept shouting the letter over and over again. "P! P! P!"

That's it! As though he had been shocked with an electric current, Ed sprang up from his seat and dashed out; he could not hold it in anymore. With a speed he never knew he had the ability to run, he rushed past people, up some stairs, and into the men's restroom, where he was finally able to relieve himself.

Russell looked over his shoulder. The dude with the sunglasses is gone. He suddenly stood up, wishing he hadn't drunken so much of his soda. "I'm going to the restroom," he informed before walking out. (A/N: Uh oh!)

"I can't believe I'm watching a chick movie," Roy sighed and slouched into his seat, feeling isolated among the crowd of women who were shedding movie-caused tears. Even Riza was crying softly to herself, recomposing her position every time a salty drop streamed down her cheek.

"Oh be quiet you," she sniffed, fighting the urge to bawl her eyes out at the heart-wrenching scene before them.

"I knew Love Reunited didn't sound like a promising title for a movie," Roy regretfully mumbled.

"You're the one who picked it," Riza remarked, suddenly remembering about Ed. "Hey, you don't think that Ed's in the bathroom and Russell's heading there as we speak?"

"Of course not, that would be unlucky," Roy said, a hope wishing an event as that wouldn't happen. He looked to his watch; they had at least another thirty minutes before the ending of the movie, thirty minutes in which he was barely hanging in there. With another sigh, he sipped some Coke out of his lid-free cup. An ice cube hit his eye, leaving its wet mark and giving him an appearance that he had been crying.

Riza turned to him. "Oh, Roy," she cooed, wiping the "tear" sparkling down his cheek as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I never knew you could be so sensitive."

He was slightly confused as to what she meant, but didn't question about it so he wouldn't ruin the moment. He leaned his head against hers, thinking that maybe chick flicks weren't too bad after all.

Feeling slightly better, Ed ran his hands under the cool water, rinsing off the soapsuds that bubbled around his fingers. Hands clean, he dried them off, walking off casually, not noticing where he was going. Accidentally, he bumped into someone entering the bathroom, his glasses falling to the ground with the hard impact.

"Oh, sor-" he stopped. The person he had turned out to be no other than- "Tringham," he snarled.

"Elric," Russell snarled back. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Watching a movie," Ed snapped smartly. "This is a movie theatre."

"Smart ass," Russell scoffed.

"Look who's talking, dumbass."

They scowled, throwing their best glares at each other. If looks could kill, they both would have died a million times over.

"Now if you could get out of my way," Russell pushed past Ed roughly.

"Jerk," he muttered, stooping down to pick up his sunglasses and slipped them on, hastily making his way back into the movie.

He tiptoed quietly into his seat, ducking as Russell made his way next to Winry. He sat back up, slouching slightly as their conversation drifted its way to Ed's ears.

"There you are. Took you long enough," Winry joked lightly.

"Sorry," Russell apologized. "I bumped into someone."

Shit, Ed mentally swore.

"Really? Who?"

Shit shit! "Elric," Russell said with bit of venom.

"Edward? You-you mean… he's here!" Psychopath music began to play as Winry looked around, searching everywhere for Ed, who could do nothing but sit there, glued down to his seat. Her glance came upon him, snorting at his little disguise. Even with the shades on, she could recognize him anywhere.

She couldn't believe it. What the hell is he doing here? She stood up, pointing a finger as a flash of lightning went off from the film and one of the characters shrieked.

Shit shitey shit.

"YOU!" she bellowed in a deadly tone. (A/n: Ooo, he's in trouble now.)

Ed couldn't do anything; he just sank into his chair, wishing a hole would appear in the ground so that he could hide inside of it. He didn't feel like a bad boy anymore; he was caught and the spotlight was shining on him. I am so busted…

"Uh, Winry," he chuckled nervously. "Hi…?"

Winry was not amused. She was downright furious. Everyone could feel her negative energy, not bothering to tell her to hush up in fear of getting on the short end of the stick.

"Edward. Elric." She clenched her teeth together; grinding them as flames appeared, showing how much potential she had of killing him.

"Um… he heh… Oh, Win," Ed tried to east the tension. "D-did I ever tell you that-that… You look really nice in that outfit." Didn't work.

"I'm really sorry Russell, but I have to talk to Edward," she narrowed her eyes until they were mere slits and grabbed him by his braid. Next thing he knew, they were out in the lobby and World War three had begun.

"What are you doing here!" she yelled as she threw her hands up in the air.

"Watching a movie," he said stupidly, a crowd gathering curiously around them.

"With sunglasses on? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were spying on me!" The small audience gasped, turning to Ed with an oh-no-you-didn't stare.

"I wasn't spying!" he declared, only to have someone throw popcorn at him. "I was just-!"

"Jealous?" Winry shot back, not bothering to hear what dim-witted remark he had that would support his reasoning. "You're just jealous of Russell taking me to the movies, aren't you!"

"I am not jealous of that jerk!"

"Don't give me that bullshit Ed!" she screamed so ferociously, that everyone in range jumped back. Hot tears of anger and frustration stung at her eyes, but she furiously blinked them away. "How could you do this? We weren't even on a date!"

Ed blinked once, twice. "N-not… not on a date?"

"Yes Ed, not on a date," she wanted to slap him, or better yet, smack him upside the head with her wrench. "What the hell gave you the stupid idea that we were?"

Coincidentally, Roy and Riza had walked out of their movie, both noticing the mini crowd gathered in the lobby. They pushed their way through, surprised to see Ed and Winry in the middle of it all.

"Hey Fullmetal, what's-?" Roy started, but stopped when Ed started proclaiming.

"Look it wasn't my idea! Roy and Riza were the ones who told me to spy on you!" he yelled, pointing a finger at the two. A gasp swept through the audience, their incredulous stare turning on the baffled couple.

Winry glanced at Roy and Riza, her face a mask of etched hurt and anger. "Is this true?" she asked, hoping that it wasn't.

"Well, you see… um…" Roy shoved his hands into his pockets, unable to answer the question. Riza looked to the ground guiltily, avoiding the dare to see the expression on her friend's face. They too had the spotlight on them, sharing the same pool of guilt and red-handedness as Ed.

"But… how could you…?" Winry said, crest-fallen. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Roy, she couldn't believe Riza… she couldn't believe Ed. How could they? She wondered, thinking the better inquiry was why?

But she didn't bother to ask; all she wanted was to get out of there… to get away from them. Every good thought, every ounce of trust she had for Ed, Roy and Riza- gone in a matter of minutes.

"These are the last words I'm ever going to say to you," Winry shouted, eyeing the three of them good and hard. "I'm never speaking to you- all of you ever again!"

Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the building. Ed swallowed the painful lump in his throat, throwing the sunglasses at Roy as to say 'thank a lot.' "Here's your goddamn glasses. I'm out of here." He knocked his way through the crowd, shoving people as he stalked off.

Then there were two. Riza and Roy stood by awkwardly, surrounded by the dispersing on-lookers.

"Roy?" Riza turned to him.

"Mm?"

"Remember how I said that if we get caught, I'm blaming you?" Roy nodded apprehensively. "Nice work, you idiot," she poked him hard before leaving him to wallow in his guilt alone.

This is just great, Roy thought angrily. Everything's ruined! I stole Christmas away, and made Riza mad at me. Just great! He felt as though he shouldn't show up for work tomorrow to be Santa. Instead, he thought a grinch costume would be more fitting, more reasonable to wear after formulating such a stupid idea.

"Encore! Encore!"

Roy turned to see Envy smirking amusedly behind the counter, clapping mockingly.

"Bravo! You deserve the idiot award!"

Roy suddenly wished he had the power to burn him to a crisp with a snap of the fingers, but when nothing happened, he turned to words instead. "Up yours, palm tree boy," he yelled before making his way out of the theatre.

Envy snorted. "What a stupid-" he stopped when he saw no more slushies spinning in the machine. There was Gluttony, lying on the floor with a major brain freeze, red liquid staining the corners of his mouth. Envy banged his fist angrily on the counter.

"Gluttony, I hope you enjoyed that slushie, 'cause pal, it's your last. Oh, Sloth!"

So yeah, I wasn't really satisfied with this chapter, but I hope you all liked it anyways. The next chappy's going to be full of fluff; I have it all in my head, I just need to get it on paper. Any suggestions are welcomed!

Onto some review replies!

matthias208: I'm glad I made you feel better when you were sick! It sucks getting sick, doesn't it? You're comment made me smile. Thanks for the R&R and please, keep reading!

NekoRaven: Lol! Russell does ruin everything! I hope you like Gluttony and Envy's cameo! XD Haha, sue school! Amen to that! Love the idea- we should all protest! XD XD Thanks a bunch for the R&R!

crazyanimefreak15: What was the website's URL? All it said was http/groups... And that was it. Anyways, thanks so much for the R&R! Hope you keep reading!

Terrasina Dragonwagon: Ed, Basque Grand- I don't like him either. He's such a weenie face. Thanks for the suggestion! I think I'll use it in a later chapter. Another thank you for the R&R!

Inu-KagomeFan: rotfl, Of course! Ed is so much better than Russell! And a hell of a lot better looking too. –giggle giggle- Winry's cool too! I mean, she's a mechanic, freaking awesome job if you ask me. Girl power to her. Thanks a million for the review!

WildfireDreams: Ok cool, I'm glad I got that right. Thanks a million for the R&R! –smile smile, happy face-

edward's-love: Lol, sorry for the lack of updates. Poor Ed, I guess he's not cut out to be a spy, huh? Anywho, thanks a lot for the review!

Meika-chan: -smile- I will keep writing till pigs fly. Thanks for the review!

fullmetal annoyance: Lmao! Yes, we're all psycho! XD XD XD Russell is weird, not really one of my fav characters at all. Anyways, thanks bunch for the review!

Omg, it's already October- 2 more months till Christmas! Dude, 16 more days till my 16th b-day… geez, I'm getting old.

Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter: 101 Ways to Apologize. See ya soon!