Roy's Point of View

So I was going on a date with Edward – no wait, it was Janet now. I don't know why he had chosen that name, he just had.

I arrived at his apartment at seven and knocked on the door, hearing a slightly high pitched Edward scream, "Come in, it's unlocked."

I walked into the apartment, noticing that his barthroom door was closed. Assuming that he was in there, I walked around the apartment, studying things around it. My eyes caught a box with the cover written over on tape with marker. It said, "Edward's Precious Stuff" in his horrible scribble that he called handwriting. I glanced around the room nonchalantly to make sure he wasn't standing in behind me. I opened the box and inside was about sixty hair ties. I shut the box and sighed. What a weirdo.

"I'm ready!" The new Janet steeped out and appeared in the door way, and let me said, she looked good.

Edward had dyed his blonde hair into a mixed highlighted blonde/brown when he pulled back into a bun in the back, letting two messy strands swing in the front. He had made up his face and he looked like Janet, hell her looked better than Janet. (I don't even wanna know where he got make up…-­-). He was wearing a deep pink long sleeve hoodie that was cut off a few inches above his waist. He was also wearing a loose black miniskirt that was blowing a bit. There was a pair of above the knee high socks covering his leg and automail. On his feet were a pair of low black heels. His bright red lips were vurved into a sinister smile.

Janet was hot.

"You look…" what was the word, "…amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself." That voice. How long had he been practicing—wait, I didn't even wanna know.

"Well," He hooked himself onto my arm, pressing himself against me like any girlfriend would do, "Let's go." I looked down into those golden eyes and smile, leading him out of the room. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Walking down the street into the bright moonlight, I could tell that Edward was thrilled. He glanced at me often. I couldn't help but wonder why he wouldn't be thrilled. He had told me he loved me, so what more could he want. I mumbled under my breath, "I'm too hot to handle, anyway," self assuredly. Edward's automail hand was showing, but it was so common that I didn't think it really mattered.

We arrived at the restaurant and I didn't even have to tell the hostess my name, she greeted me with a smile. "Welcome back, Mustang Taisa," She glanced at Edward, "You're dates just continued to get prettier."

I glanced at Edward, and his face was dusted by a soft pink blush. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to me. "I think she's my prettiest date yet," I announced, avoiding the word girl.

She brought me to my usual table by the window overlooking the moonlit lake. Edward was staring out it in a dazed blush. "How beautiful," he smiled and turned to me, "and romantic."

I pulled out his chair, letting him sit down and pushed him back, a routine as familiar to me as writing my name.I took my seat and looked at him. He was great. He lay his hands on the table while looked out the window, so I reached across and grabbed him, and he smiled at me.

"ROY-SAN!" I looked up to see an all too familiar face smiling at me. Hughes waved at me as Gracia followed behind. He approached the table at looked at Edward, then back at me.

"Pretty new date, Roy, but you need to stick with one," he grinned at me, "Make this one her!" I stamped on his foot as Edward's face turned pinker. Hughes turned from me with a pshaw, and looked at Edward. "What's my friend's stunning new date's name?"

Edward turned a little darker and used that perfect voice to say in an obviously shy voice, "Um, Janet."

"Ah, a stunning name to match a stunning girl," he turned to me, "Who woulda' thought, us going to the same place."

"Maes," I growled, "You know this is my favorite restaurant and you know that I had a date tonight."

"Ah…" he waved a hand at me as he began to walk away, "…whatever." I caught his wink that he threw at Edward, whose face was on fire. I grabbed back his hands, going back into date mode.

"You handled that well," I used the name delicately, as though it would break, "Janet."

He grinned at me, as the blush began to go away. Obviously, he was more comfortable around me than other people. "Thanks, Taisa." He said it in such a way that it was almost, dare I say, sexy.

After the dinner the waitress approached us, and Edward was a little dazed from the Champagne that I had given him –uh oh, an underage—and she never minded it.

"Usual dessert of cheesecake, sir?"

"No," I smirked, taping my fingers out in a row, "Tonight's special."

"Oh," she had a slightly stunned face, but seemed to know what I was talking about and walked away.

"What does that mean, Taisa?"

"Oh, you'll find out."

The waitress reproached the table with a small platter of about ten red strawberries on it. "Which champagne would you prefer, sir?"

I saw the look on Edward's face and kept myself from laughing the best I could, "The most expensive you've got, Jeanne."

"Oh, of course sir!" She darted off, she knew who she was dealing with tonight. Coming back with a fresh bottle, she poured the glasses quickly and darted off, she knew what 'Tonight's special,' meant. Fortunately, Edward did not.

I informed him to close his eyes and was suddenly glad about how small the table was. I dipped the strawberry in the champagne and placed it halfway in my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed him, causing his eyes to shoot open. Of course there was nothing he could do but enjoy the strawberry, but I seriously doubt that was the only thing he was enjoying.

After swallowing, he stared into my eyes. "Where do you get these things, Taisa?" I looked at him like it was no big deal, "I'm experienced, Janet."

He looked longingly into my eyes and then I fell into them. It wasn't until he announced sternly, "More!" that I came back to reality. I did the same routine again and this time he leaned in and kissed me aggressively, causing me to almost choke on the strawberry. His highlighted hair was in my face and I bit down on the strawberry, soon, though it was gone, he had sucked it into his mouth and I pulled away.

"Hey!" I said jokingly, "That was mine!"

"That's funny," he said, wiping his mouth daintily with his napkin. "I'm pretty sure that it's going down my throat."

"Why you!" I wrapped my hand around my neck and kissed a strawberry-less kiss. He smiled into it and leaned forward.

His face was flustered with a lovey-dovey sort of way. I mussed his hair. He slipped a strawberry into my mouth.

"There," he said, charmingly, "Now we're even."

I swallowed and kissed him again.

I had promised him that night that I would walk him home. He stole my jacket, which was large for him, and had wrapped it around him. I had him all close to me with my hand around his waist. He was having some trouble walking. He was clearly tipsy.

For once, this was a good thing.