AN: So.... yeah. Um... I'm feeling a little sheepish here. No, I did not forget about this story. I have just been unbelievably busy during the holidays, and I have had no chance to write. Other then my little one-shot, I have not been able to write in sooooo long. So, thank you so much for putting up with my horrible updating speed. Oh, and while I am on the point of thank you's, I would like to thank you to Seengot (I'm glad that you liked the last chapter. Sorry bout the length though, I find that it's nearly impossible to write long chapters.), Arden Anam (yeah, um... I haven't really read the manga, but... well I think that this chapter comes pretty close to that scenario), Aurineko (thanks for putting me on alert!! XD YAY!!!), Mewlover13542 (I'm glad that you like my little side comments. I have to admit that they are pretty fun to write. Oh, and I was wondering about whether or not there are any books in the library about alchemy. Hehe... too bad I haven't been there in for-ev-ah!), Marshpelt (thank you so much for the review. I'm actually pretty shocked that people are actually reading this, cause I really don't think that it's that good of a story, compared to some of the other ones out there *cough Circa 1950, Bury It Forward, ect. cough*, but I'm glad that you thought that it was funny! XD)
Ok, so sorry bout the long authors note. So *insert my usual disclamer here about my sad, pathetic lack of ownership of FMA despite the fact that it is the top item on my wish list* and ENJOY!
I was currently sitting on my bed, texting Monique, while Ed was playing around my computer. I had decided that he needed a refresher course on computers after he called the mouse a gerbil. So he was currently surfing the web, attempting to get the basics of Google down.
"What's this?" Ed yelled out. I sat up from my bed and walked over to the computer. To my horror, he had pulled up my deviant art page.
"How did you find that?!" I shrieked. I could already feel the blood moving up to my cheeks. Of course, I just had to put one my drawings of Ed as my featured artwork, giving it the central place on the screen.
"I just found it under your favorites. Wait a minute, are you mayanpaw?" I found myself unable to respond to his question. How could you be so stupid to forget about the favorites? "You are, aren't you? What are you some type of stalker?"
Stalker? "No! I'm just really proud of that drawing, that's all! I spent 4 hours trying to get the shading just right, so sue me if I'm just a little proud of it!"
"So you basically spent 4 hours working on a drawing of me?" Ed said, obviously creeped out, not that I could blame him.
"Let me just remind you that only a couple days ago, you were just a fictional character in a fictional story." I said, emphasizing the fictional part.
"I guess." He paused, seeing something out of the corner of his eye. "What is this?" He asked bending over picking up, much to my horror, my drawing journal.
I watched in pure humiliation as he began to flip through the pages. Of course, I just had to fill up over half of the pages with drawings of, you guessed it, Ed. Once he came to the end of the filled pages, he turned to me, his expression one of amusement.
"Did I mention that it was a good story?" I semi-laughed. Well, at least it can't get any worse, right? I thought for a second and then froze. Oh no, fanfics. If Ed was freaking out about my journal, how would he handle the knowledge that people all over the world were writing stories about them, many including RoyEd or even worse, Al/Ed pairings. It's not like I didn't like any of them, in fact there were some that I loved reading, I only knew that I would not want to be the one who explained the whole yaoi pairings.
"Ed, move over." I said, and before he could reply, I had unceremoniously dumped him out of the chair. I quickly removed the link for Fan Fiction out of my favorites, therefore, only allowing me to go there if I typed the address in. I just hoped that he hadn't seen the website before.
"What's that?" Ed asked, pointing to my cell phone, which was now buzzing over on the bed. I slid the side of the phone up to get a better view.
Zoe: Help!!!!!!!!! I starred at the message. I quickly typed back.
What is it? A few minutes later I received a phone call. Sighing I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Molly? Oh, thank god. I've been freaking out here."
"Oh, yeah, I couldn't tell that from your text." I said sarcastically as I sat down on the bed, ignoring the look that Ed was giving me (well technically the phone), the one where you could tell that he was trying to figure out how something worked. Normally I would have explained to him how the cell phone worked, but I didn't want to have to come up with a story for Zoe of why I was telling a seemingly normal teenager what a cell phone is.
"Thanks for your support, it means a lot to me." She replied back, matching my sarcasm word for word.
"So why did you call?" I asked, trying to get to the point. I didn't really trust Ed with the computer anymore, especially seeing as he was currently checking out an FMA fansite, complete with episode videos. (At this point I was beyond grateful that this was post-movie so I wouldn't have to worry about spoiling something and changing the course of the story.)
"OK, so you know how my mom was less then enthusiastic about Kiki and me buying the Coldplay tickets before asking her."
"Yeah?" I mentally laughed just remembering what had happened. We had all decided to buy tickets to Coldplay to celebrate the end of school. Of course, Zoe and Kiki, along with the rest of us, had saved up their money so they could buy the tickets. So, we had spent a whole Saturday waiting in line to get the tickets. The only problem was that Zoe had forgot to mention to her mom that she was buying the tickets. Needless to say, her mom was mad for not asking in the first place.
"Well, turns out that I have to go to my cousins wedding. So, mom's making me and Kiki sell our tickets. So, I was wondering, do you know anybody who wants two Coldplay tickets? I'm selling them for half of the original price." I paused, and looked over at Ed, who had now figured out how to work the video links for the FMA episodes, and was subsequently freaking out. If anybody needed a break from reality, it would be Ed. But the only question would be where would I get the money.
"Yeah, let me call you right back. Just don't sell them to anyone yet." And with that I hung up the cell and was in the process of dialing Monique's cell when Ed interrupted me.
"HAVE YOU SEEN THIS!?!?!?!?!?!" He pointed wildly at the screen. "SOMEONE'S BEEN FOLLOWING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I tried to stifle my laugh at his reaction.
"Ed, how do you think that I knew about you in the first place? Besides, Mo already explained it to you, remember?"
"Yeah, well it's one thing for someone to tell you about it, and it's another one to actually see it!"
"So, maybe now you know what I felt like when I found out that you were real." I said feeling smug.
Ed simply mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" I said angrily.
"Nothing!" Ed said, then wisely changed the subject. "So what was that call about?"
"Oh my god!!! I totally forgot!!!" I ran out to the living room, leaving a very confused Ed behind.
"Mo, I have to ask you something."
"What is it?" She asked, removing the headphone to her I-Pod. While I had been showing Ed how to use the internet, Monique had been showing Al some of her favorite pieces of music.
"Is there any chance that you'd be willing to split the cost for a Coldplay ticket?"
"May I ask why?"
"Well, Zoe has to sell both her's and Kiki's tickets, so she's basically selling two tickets for the price of one. And, well, why not take them to a concert while they're here?" I pointed out.
"Well, I guess. I mean, I saved up some money, so if you're willing to split the cost with me…"
"Sounds great! Thank you so much Mo! I'm gonna go call Zoe back to let her know that we'll take the tickets." After I had called Zoe back, I called everyone out into the kitchen.
"So, I was wondering, when are we planning on going back to Amestis?"
"What do you mean, we?" Ed asked.
"Well, I don't know about Monique, but I'm planning on going back to Amestis with you."
"NO! You can't!!" Ed said, quickly standing up, suddenly looking a lot taller.
"And why not Mr. Elric?" I asked, not willing to budge on the subject.
"Because…because…"
"Because it's dangerous." Al's voice jumped in.
"Al, everywhere's dangerous. Just look around these days, all you need to do is watch the news and you'll never want to leave your house. But, what's the point, if you let fear rule your life? I'm only going to get this opportunity once. Don't think that I don't know that once you leave you're never coming back. And I know that I will always hate myself for passing up this opportunity. Al…Ed… you have to let me go. I promise, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, just let me come with!"
"Brother…"
"Just let me think about it, ok?" Ed admitted. I let out a large sigh of relief. I had known that he wouldn't have liked the idea in the first place, yet if I could just convince him to consider it, then the battle was halfway won.
"So… do you guys think that you could be ready to leave by Sunday?" I asked, restarting the conversation.
"Why the rush?" Al asked.
"Yeah, these things can't be pushed." Ed added.
"Oh my god, your mom." Monique gasped. "You haven't told her yet."
"Told her what?" Al asked confused.
"Oh yeah, sure I told her. You know she was so glad to hear that I let two strange boys stay at our house while she was gone. Oh, and while I was at it, I told her that I was the one that broke her grandmother's antique crystal glass. Oh yes, what a fun conversation it was." I said, the sarcasm so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"Well, you should've let them stay at my house!" Monique argued back.
"Oh yeah what a great idea. 'Hey Mom, Molly found these two guys by the side of the road. I hope you don't mind if they stay here for awhile.'"
"Well, it's better then your mom finding out that you let them stay here while you were gone."
"Well she's not going to find out if Ed here is going to be able to leave by Sunday." I turned to him. "So, are you?"
"Well, it depends. If I'm able to find all of the necessary compounds, and figure how the array went wrong the first time, then I should be able to alter the array enough to where I'm confident that the transmutation…"
"Ed, it's a simple question. Yes or no?"
Ed glared at me. "Fine, you want the shortened version. Yes. But don't count on it. At this point I'm really just guessing." I left it alone, knowing that it would have to be a good enough answer for me. However, I was getting increasingly nervous. I had the feeling that I was playing a game of Russian Roulette, and my luck was just about out.
AN: Ok, so who else is excited for the new FMA season in April?!?!?! Sorry, I've been a little excited about that fact. Yeah, I had the idea that if Ed ever found out about the amount of attention that he was recieving, he would either be a. Verry annoyingly smug, or B. Creeped out beyond belief. And we all know that Ed creeped out is much more fun to imagine then Ed feeling smug. So, please, pretty please review. It makes me really, really happy!!