Disclaimer:
Audience: Cho, do you own Fullmetal Alchemist

Cho: -stares at television while playing video game- Huh? No.

Yes, I know! Another update! I'm in the writing mood though, so there!

Edward's Point of View

At noon, I waved from my doorstep at him as he left. I was back in my clothes and had given him his shirt back. I stretched and walked inside, shutting the door behind me. What a night. I glanced at the kitchen and shuddered at the mess. What fun it would be to clean that. I probably should get a start on that, but later. I needed to do a few other things.

I shoved the sheets into the washing machine. I was not going to sleep on those tonight in their current condition. I went into the kitchen after finally getting the bedroom back in order. I think, no wait, I know it's never been that messy…oh well. I finished up the dishes and got the place back into order and then did an inventory. Going to the market seemed to be all too unavoidable today. I stripped the list from its pack where it laid and threw on a jacket to shield me from the harsh fall winds and pulled my bike from the closet. This was going to be a long afternoon.

I raced down the sidewalk, and as I suspected, the air was as chilly as ever, I could feel my automail contracting from the cool air and shivered, pulling the hood over my head. I reached the square in a matter of minutes and walked my bike to the nearest stand, unaware of what I was going to possibly find on a cold day such as this. I was surprised to find just as many merchants there as ever, but not as many consumers. My lucky day. I smirked, knowing that prices would be lower and that would mean more sweets to fill my cabinets.

I smelled a familiar scent and stopped in front of a stand. A strawberry stand, to be exact. I counted my money, and discovered that I would have enough for some. Maybe I could show that bastard Mustang that I had more experience than him. At this thought, I quickly bought a pound of strawberries, not sure as to how they were growing them in the midst of autumn. I finished up my shopping and put the bags in my front and back baskets, heading for home.

I stopped in front of a clothes store and looked inside. I felt my pocket. I spotted that shirt again. Still there. I had been working hard, hadn't I? Yeah, I had. I locked my bike up and walked inside. I loved this store more than anything, but it was so damn expensive that I had only a few shirts and a select pair of pants from there. I ran my hands over the red long sleeve shirt. It had soft fabric and the design on the front was amazing. It wasn't like I wore enough red. Maybe I should get a black one. Or a yellow one. This was all too confusing so I just grabbed the red one, checking the price tag.

"1500 sens!"

I sighed and decided I deserved it. I purchased it and put it in my basket upon reaching the outdoors. I made sure it was folded carefully and raced home.

Upon reaching my front door of my apartment building, (and somehow getting that bike up the stairs), I found a note on my door and a basket sitting at my feet. I tore the yellow paper off of the door and found Winry's curvy handwriting on it. "What're you doing today?" It read, "I want to see you, so call me whenever you get home."

I picked up the basket, it was from Roy. There was a card attached, and in his next-to-unreadable scrawl, read, "Food for Shrimp." I growled and crumpled it up, shoving it into my pocket. I put my bike inside the kitchen and unloaded all the groceries, removing the shirt and laying it over the chair. I shoved my bike into the closet and shut it leaning up against it. I studied the basket that that bastard had left for me and discovered a bottle of champagne and, what else, strawberries. I sighed and shoved the basket in the fridge. What the hell did he think I was gonna do with champagne? I'm too young to drink. Maybe I could use it for cooking.

I picked up the phone and dialed Winry's number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Rockbell Engineering."

"Hello, Winry, dear."

"Edward! I'm coming over, right now."

"But…what about your sho—"

Dial tone. I guess it didn't matter. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and bit into it. In a matter of minutes, a knock came to my door and I yelled, "Come in, it's open!"

The door burst open and a slightly frazzled Winry walked in. "So," she looked at me hopingly, I was trying my best to suppress the information about last night, "How did it go?"

"Here's a better question, Winry," I put the apple down and walked to her, "Shouldn't you be working?"

"Ah, it's slow today, so I closed up, this is more important."

I sighed and motioned for her to sit down. I grabbed the apple cider and poured her a glass. "Well, it went perfectly."

"Perfectly?" She eyed me, taking a sip of the orange drink, "So did you—"

"Yeah." I smirked, "We did."

She cringed, "Mustang, eh?"

I nodded. "What, do you not approve?" I wagged a finger at her, "I'm the oldest here, so I think that those motherly instincts should be left for Alphonse."

"Why would I mother Alphonse?" She held up a finger and I gasped. "I mean, he's my fiancée."

"You…what?"

"He proposed last night!" She was giddy and her smile was overflowing.

"Oh my…god…CONGRADULATIONS!"

She smiled and said, "You're not mad?"

"Um, Winry, why would I be mad?"

"Well, I mean, us being younger and getting married first?"

"Winry, I just found a boyfriend. I don't think I'll be gettin' married anytime soon." I sat back, "Besides, he's too ashamed."

"WHAT!" She stood up from the chair and growled. "Oh, no." She walked for the phone and I realized what was going on. I stood up and chased after her, "This is not going to—"

"Winry, you can not tell him." I grabbed her arm and sat her down, "He'll know I told you and then get pissed."

"Why?" She questioned, looking completely confused, "I mean what's the big deal?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I asked him the same question."

"Well, Edward, I'm sure you don't want to dress like a girl every time you want to go out."

"No, but if it makes him happy…"

"Edward, it shouldn't be about making him happy, it should be about you guys making each other happy."

"I know, but I'm afraid that if I do that he'll get pissed."

"You need to be happy, Edward."

I smiled at her, "I'll be happy as long as I'm with him."

"Well," she reached out a hand and put a finger under my chin, "That's not enough."

She stood up and walked for the door.

"So," I stopped her, "When's the wedding?"

She turned to me and smiled, "January 10th." She put that motherly look on her face that I had always loved anyway, "You're his best man."

I nodded and she left.

I guess today wasn't as bad as I thought. I went into my bedroom, I was gonna surprise Roy, since he decided to get me.