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Chapter 8

I turned back towards the kitchen. "So, what's the plan?"

"What do you mean, 'what's the plan?'" Ed asked sullenly. I walked back into the kitchen.

"I mean what are we going to do now? I guess that it probably involves trying to get back to Amestris. Or am I wrong?"

"Well…" Ed looked over at Al hesitantly, not sure if he should be talking or not, "I'm not really sure what to do. Of course my main goal is to get back home, but I'm not sure how this place is going to affect my alchemy, and I really don't want a repeat of what happened yesterday."

"Maybe we can practice some small amounts of alchemy, and go over what happened yesterday." Al said turning to his brother.

"Yeah, but I'd also like to check out their libraries, see if they have anything that can be helpful. You do have libraries still, don't you?"

"Of course we do!" I paused to think. "Though I'm not sure about the last time that I actually went to one, and my friends consider me the book worm."

"So, you'll help us though?" Ed asked.

"Yeah."

"So let's get started then. I want to get back as soon as I can." Ed started to walk towards the door.

"Wait! Where do you think you're going?"

"Out? Where else would I be going?" Ed asked.

"Well, you can't go anywhere dressed like that." I said to him, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

"What's wrong with the way he's dressed?" Al asked.

I laughed to myself. "What's wrong with the way he's dressed. Al, you've gone forward in time by about 80 to 90 years. People don't dress the way that you do anymore. And unless you want unwanted attention, I suggest that you try and blend in."

"Oh. So how are we going to do that?"

"Well, we can always go shopping. There's a Savers just across the street. If anyone asks, we can always say that we're going to a costume party and just wanted to pick something up."

"Oh, that sounds good. Um, Molly?"

"Yeah Al?"

Al started to blush. "Can you tell me where the restroom is?"

"Oh yeah, no problem. It's just down the hall, just to the right." I pointed it out as Al followed my directions. That left me alone with Ed, who I was still mad at. I just couldn't find out why he didn't trust me.

I started to pet my dog Boots, who was currently sitting at my side, a little wary of Ed, who was sitting across from me. Petting him usually calmed me down and I really wasn't in a mood to start a fight with him.

"Um…"

I looked up at Ed, surprised that he had started talking. "What is it?"

"I… oh never mind." He looked away from me

"No, what is it?" I said, trying to harden my voice to show that I wasn't going to back down.

"Um, well … we don't really have a lot of money."

I stopped, surprised that he had even thought of that. "Don't worry about that. I was planning on paying anyway. Besides, I don't think that they would accept, now what was it, oh yeah Francs, anyway." The room got quiet again, although it was a little more comfortable then it had been earlier that morning.

"Thank you." Ed murmured. I wasn't even sure that he had said it, but then he went on. "I know that you're mad at me for not trusting you, and you have every right to be, it's just that…well after everything that Al and I went through, you can probably see why I have trust issues. I just wanted to say thank you for helping us out, even when you didn't have to."

I was stunned. "Ed…"

"So, when are we going to leave?" Al said as he walked into the room. Both Ed and I turned bright red and looked away from each other. "Did I miss something here?"

Ed stayed silent. "No. I guess we can leave right after I get changed. Um… would you two mind filling up Boots and Rooney's water bowl while I get changed?"

"Oh, no not at all." Al replied cheerfully. "Which one is which?" He asked while turning on the faucet.

"Well, Boots is the red one with the white paws, nose, and tipped tail. And Rooney is the old, golden one." I said as I ran into my room. I was really eager to get going for some reason, so I threw on the closest thing that happened to be near me (my blue jeans and a white T-Shirt saying world peace). I brushed my teeth and threw my long hair back in a pony tail. I frowned at myself, realizing that my mousy brown roots were starting to come back in, intruding on the reddish-brown color that I had dyed it. To top it off, my stupid curls were causing random wisps of hair to poke out everywhere.

You really need to re-dye and thin your hair out. I laughed at the sheer absurdness of that thought. Here I was, about to take the Fullmetal Alchemist out on a shopping trip to Savers (a weird thought on its own) and I was thinking about getting my hair done. I laughed one more time, grabbed my bag, and ran out to the kitchen.

"See how nice it would be to have a pet, Brother?" Al said as he sat on the ground, petting Tinkers (my cat) as Boots whined, waiting to be petted.

"Yeah…real nice Al." I laughed as Ed tried to get away from Rooney as he breathed heavily on him.

"Sorry about that, Ed. Rooney has really bad dog breath." I pulled Rooney away from Ed. "Boots! Here boy, stop bothering Al." I put the dogs out in the back yard. "So, are you ready to go?"

"Yep!" Al said.

Ten minutes later we were all in a (thankfully) uncrowded Savers. Other then the bored looking cashier, I didn't think that we'd have any problem.

"So…um… just pick out pretty much anything you'd like, although I'd keep to long pants Ed. Then you can try them on and well, see if you blend in. So, I'm just gonna look around." I felt sort of bad just leaving Ed and Al to try and find something, but I honestly had no clue how to help them. After all, I was used to shopping only for girls. The only things that I knew about guy's fashion was what the boys at my school wore, yet I couldn't envision Al or Ed in any of it.

Instead I randomly looked through racks of clothes. It was relaxing to randomly look even though I had no intention of buying anything for myself. If I was going to somehow pay for everything that Ed, Al, and I needed until my mom came home (I still didn't even want to think about that) then I would have to cut back on everything except the bare necessities. Ed and Al needed clothes, I didn't.

"Molly, I think that I found some stuff." Al's voice broke me out of my worries.

"So, are you and Ed ready to go and try them on?" I glanced at his surprisingly large pile.

"Yeah, Ed's just looking at these weird coat like things with hoods on them."

"You mean hoodies, right?" I asked.

"I think so. So what are you looking at?" Al asked me. I immediately blushed, as I realized that I had been unconsciously looking through (and laughing at) some of the smallest skirts that I had ever seen.

"Oh, I'm just looking at some skirts. It's always funny to see what people think that teen girls can fit into. Really, half of this stuff is too small to be a good rag."

"Oh." Another pause filled the air as we walked over to the men's section. "Hey Molly?"

"Yeah Al?"

"What's that material that you're wearing for pants? I've seen it before, but not a lot. I can't remember the name of it."

"Oh, you mean jeans? Pretty much everybody wears them today. They're really comfortable if you can find the right pair. You should probably make sure that you get a good amount of them." We'd finally found Ed looking at a bright red hoodie.

"Old habits die hard huh?" I asked smiling.

"What do you mean?" Ed asked, finally realizing that we were there.

"I mean, doesn't it look a lot like you're old coat?"

Ed paused, and took it off of the rack, adding it to the rather large pile that he was holding. "You do know that it's kind of creepy to have you referring to stuff that you shouldn't know, right?"

I looked down at my feet, embarrassed. Of course he was right, how would I like it if he started to tease me about my irrational fear of moths and, shudder, butterflies. "Yeah, sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I just want to get out of here. I feel really out of place." We all walked over to the try on rooms where I spent the next hour trying to explain why jeans were necessary to blend in and the importance of wearing a hoodie, even on a nice spring (soon to be summer) day.

"You're total will be $57.89" The girl said to me as she popped her gum and eyed Ed and Al suspiciously.

"Oh, here." I said as I gave her my debit card. Personally, I was surprised that we had made it out of there for under 70 bucks.

"So why are you two dressed up so weirdly?" She asked again, her eyes narrowing on Ed's arm. I realized to my horror that part of his automail was peeking through.

"Oh, we're going to a costume party." Al said happily, oblivious to the girls stare.

"Yeah, my friend Ed here is going as a Terminator. Check it out." I said as I grabbed Ed's automail arm and showed it to the girl, ignoring Ed's protests. "Isn't it cool? I worked so hard on it."

"Yeah, it's really cool. But no offence, but he doesn't look like Arney." The girl said, although she seemed less suspicious.

"Yeah, well there was a mix up with the costumes, so we had to come and get some regular clothes."

"Oh, well that makes sense. Well, anyway, good luck with the party!" The girl yelled as we walked out of the store.

"Do I want to know what a Terminator is?" Ed asked me as we walked back to the house.

I looked at him and sighed. "No Ed, no you do not."

AN: LOL, I could totally see Molly trying to explain what a Terminator is to Ed. Oh, and yes, it is true that I am deathly afraid of moths and butterflies just totally creep me out. *Shudder* Oh, and I'm really not sure what the old Germany currency used to be. All I know is that in the movie, they talked about having to pay in Francs. (I hope that my spelling is right.) I went to Switzerland this summer and I'm really mad that I didn't keep any of their bills. I loved the way that their twenties looked. XD

Once again, I am begging for reviews. The longer the better, cause honestly, I'm not sure how to write the next chapter. Sort of like Ed, I know where I want to go, but I'm not sure how to get there. Ideas are greatly appreciated. Thank You!!!! XD