WHITE MEMORIES
By: Born of Starlight
Written: 27.Sept.05
174 Words
10 Minutes to Write
Edward grimaced into the darkness. Damn it. Nighttime always brought back the strangest memories…
He blew roughly through the straw, giggling as the bubbles erupted to the surface of his glass. He giggled again, mischievously, as the bubbles popped, little droplets flying up to hit his nose.
Ed rolled over in frustration. Go away! I don't give a care about back then…!
Golden eyes peered at him from behind glass lenses.
"Bubbles, is it?" The tall, blonde man poured himself his own glass, and got another straw down from the cupboard. "A duel then."
The sixteen-year-old shifted again, unable to block out the memory. Curse that bastard…
"On three?" he asked.
"On three."
They blew air into the milk before them.
Ed lost.
Jamming his face into the pillow, Ed tried to ignore the feelings in his chest. No. He did not feel abandoned by that idiot! Damn him!
And damn his own pride, too…
He had never liked milk after that…
And so, of course, it was entirely his father's fault that he was short.
THE END
A/N:::snickers: Well…How would you explain his hatred for milk…? It only seemed natural. Ed blames his dad for everything else, why not this? It's also kinda symbolic, me not actually calling him by name. It's supposed to show the distance between the two very similar people that are Edward and his father.