Yay! Chapter three is up! I don't know about this chapter, but my friends seemed to like it so I hope you like it too. Thank you to Diana A. Flacon, Potter Evans Lily, and Aztec Goddess for reviewing. Wow, two chapters and I have eight reviews, never thought I would get that many.
Disclaimer: The only things of FMA that I own are 6 DVDs, 2 manga, 15 cards I bought at Hot Topic, 2 keychains, and some pictures my friends drew for me. I don't own 'devices' the credit for that goes to my wonderful senior friend, Meg-chan. I also don't own the demented mistletoe, that belongs to the authors of The Shoebox Project.
Slight mention of EnvyEd.
Chapter three: Truth or Dare?
The classroom is empty except for Rosie, Diana, Gracy, Jamie, Wrath, and Ed. Everyone else left to go on a 'field trip' a.k.a Wrath and the others made them buy food and Rosie made them buy kerosene and a couple hundred lighters. Envy is standing just outside the door and no one notices him.
Wrath: /sitting on overhead/ Ed, truth or dare? Do you like Envy?
Ed: /blushes/ What? I don- what do you me-… Hey, aren't I supposed to pick which one?
Jamie: Yes, you are, but are you sure you would want to take a dare from Wrath?
Rosie: Jamie has a point. So… back to the question at hand…
Diana: Do you like Envy/stares at Ed/
Ed: Stop looking at me! Why does it matter? Why would you guys care if I like Envy or not? And I don't like him!
Gracy: /in an annoying singsong voice/ Someone's in denial!
Ed: No I am NOT! Why would I care about that psychotic gender-confused freak!
Envy: 'Psychotic Gender-confused freak?' Now, O'chibi-chan, don't you think that's a bit harsh? I'm not gender-confused.
Ed: /jumps/
Rosie & Diana: /squeal and run towards Envy/
Rosie: /glomps Envy and pulls him to one side/
Diana: /runs out the door/
Envy: /sweatdrop/ Hey, Rosie, can you let me go now?
Gracy: /rolls eyes/ Rosie, let go of Envy.
Jamie & Wrath: What happened to Diana?
Rosie: I don't know. /still holding Envy/ I don't think she hit the wall.
Envy: You know, I think I saw a certain stuck-up flame colonel and Hawkeye on my way here.
Everyone: Oh. /stuff fingers in ears/
Jamie: So now all we have to do is wait for /interrupted by a fan girl squeal heard around the world/
Envy: Oww!
Ed: She did that when she saw me, only not as loud.
Wrath: I think I heard her on my way here.
Gracy: Is Jean coming?
Jamie: That was random, Gracy. Who cares? They weren't even talking about Havoc, they were talking about Diana and her fangirly squeal of doom.
Rosie: That's nice. Now, can we please get back to the game?
Gracy: Sure, but first things first: Is Jean coming?
Rosie: /smirks/ You did bring your flute, right?
Gracy: Yes, what's that got to do with anything?
Rosie: Well, go get the flute and you'll have Havoc.
Ed, Wrath, & Envy: O.o
Gracy: /evil glare/
Ed: I'm lost
Wrath & Envy: /nod/
Rosie: /laughs/ Sorry. Gracy and I play the flute in band and Diana plays the trombone. I randomly decided to name my flute Fuery, Gracy named hers Havoc, and Diana's trombone is named Roy.
Ed, Wrath, and Envy: /blink, blink/
Jamie: Special people.
Diana: /runs into classroom holding Roy's hand/ Hello/has really big smile/ It's Roy!
Gracy: /palm to forehead/
Rosie: /glomps Envy again/ So I noticed.
Envy: /mutters under breath/ Why do you keep glomping me?
Rosie: /whispers/ 1) because it might make Ed admit he likes you by getting jealous, and 2) because I can.
Envy: /sweatdrop/
Riza: What are we doing?
Jamie: Well, we were playing truth or dare… but it kinda died because no one gave Rosie suggestions and she sucks at truth or dare, as the readers have no doubt figured out by now.
Riza: Then why did she write anything with truth or dare?
Rosie: Because Wrath suggested it. Anyway, I'm better now, my friend/ stand partner in band gave me ideas but I had to pay her $5 for the list since she kept forgetting. So… Let's continue!
Class & Teacher: /return, each with three bags of food or drink and a box of 50 lighters each/
Envy: Who are they?
Wrath: Unimportant figments of our imagination that will go away when ignored.
Gracy: /smiles/ Thank you, guys. Just set the bags here and the lighters there. /waits until everything is 'organized'/ Okay, we have a room for you to go while we use this one. ?evils smirk/
Class: Where are we going?
Gracy: Mrs. Brancazio's room, and She will teach you guys proofs. Lots and lots of proofs and essay proofs. /drags class with her/ (A/N: Gracy has no idea what those are because she hasn't taken geometry. I would try to help her, but I'm better in Algebra II)
Class: NOOOOO!
Rosie, Diana, & Jamie: /shudder/
Envy, Roy, & Riza: What's wrong?
Rosie: Gracy is leading them to the perpetual box of confusion a.k.a Mrs. Brancazio's room.
Roy: What's wrong with this Mrs. Brancazio?
Rosie: She can't teach to save her life. Correction, she taught me how to hate geometry and how not to teach. /grabs a dry erase marker and writes a truth table on the board; mimics Mrs. Brancazio/ Okay, so this is the answer to number five… No. Wait. /erases and puts up new table/ no, that's wrong /does this five more times/ okay; the first one I wrote was the answer.
Jamie: She is evil! The class avg. is a 65 or lower!
Gracy: /comes back/ Roy, truth or dare?
Roy: truth.
Gracy: Do you cry when-
Roy: No.
Gracy: I didn't finish.
Roy: I don't cry.
Riza: You don't?
Roy: No.
Jean: /magically appears/ What about that time when we watched- /Roy silences him by putting his hand over Jean's mouth/
Riza: /cocks gun and holds it to Roy's head/
Roy: /freezes/
Riza: The truth.
Roy: I cry when Bailey died The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. There, ya happy now?
Ed: /smirks/
Diana: So do I/tries to think of something happy so she doesn't cry/ I like cross dressers!
Wrath: /edges away/
Gracy: You mean like Envy?
Envy: Hey! I'm not a cross dresser!
Gracy: Really?
Rosie: /hits Gracy/ He's not a cross dresser!
Gracy: How do you know Rosie?
Rosie: Because I saw his purple boxers.
Jean: He can wear boxers under that?
Envy: /to Rosie/ How do you know what boxers I was wearing, if any?
Rosie: /nervous laughter/ um… Devices, devices, devices… I KNOW EVERYTHING! FA LA LA LA! DO AS I SAW OR I'LL HAVE YOUR LEGS OFF!
Jamie & Gracy: /laughing/ Demented mistletoe!
FMA characters: O.o WTF?
Diana: It's from this HP Fanfic called The Shoebox Project.
Rosie: It's like crack for HP Siri/Remi fangirls.
Wrath: Really?
Rosie: Mum, Meg-chan, and Gracy are scary with Shoebox.
Jean: I don't really like playing truth or dare.
Gracy: Then we won't play.
Wrath: /pouts/
Roy: I don't want to play either.
Jamie: Just 'cause we know you cry when Bailey dies
Diana: But it's up to Rosie if we stop or not.
Ed: Why?
Diana: Because she's the authoress and can do whatever she likes.
Rosie: Yup!
Diana: It's fun!
Ed: No it's not! Not for me!
Diana: Tough luck, chibi!
Rosie & Ed: I'm not a chibi!
Jamie: Wow. Rosie, Diana wasn't talking about you.
Rosie: Yes, but she called Ed chibi and I'm shorter than Ed so that makes me a chibi.
Roy: Didn't you just say you weren't a chibi?
Rosie: /glare/ Shut up, you mini-skirt obsessed freak!
Rosie & Roy: /start insulting each other/
Riza: 2nd Lt. Havoc stop smoking.
Jean: Why?
Riza: The sign outside the school says this is a drug free zone.
Jamie: That doesn't mean anything. But Riza does have a point; you might get Rosie in trouble.
Diana: /throws water at Jean's face/
Jean: /throws away drenched cigarette/
Envy: Since Rosie is busy insulting the Colonel, I'll say it: Read and Review.
Jamie: Give her suggestions or tell her what you want to see.
Gracy: Flames will be laughed at by me.
Rosie: That's passive voice, or what ever McIntyre called it. It should be 'I will laugh at flames'… and the Flame Colonel
Diana: Sorry, she has 30-45 minutes of grammar every day.
Jamie: It's painful (I'm in her English class).
Gracy: And she doesn't need flames to keep her warm because I gave her a heater.
Rosie: It broke.
Gracy: Damn! I spent $2 on it.
Diana: /glare/
Gracy: Never mind!
Roy: What's next?
Wrath: Wait and find out!
To anyone who cares: Sorry for the wait.