I do not own the characters, plot, or anything affiliated with Fullmetal Alchemist. All credit goes to Hiromu Arakawa. I am just playing with my own miniature Ed, Roy, Envy, insert character here, puppets.

WARNINGS: Probably pretty strong language in this chapter too… I know I gave you a warning last chapter and there wasn't much cursing involved, but this will probably have lots, so be warned. And some OOC.

Ultimateyaoifangirl (first review)- No, it wasn't that much. It was just extremely potent. And yeah, but now Al's autistic and a schizophrenic. Still cute?

Amelia L. jones- Me too, and Ed's been carrying him for awhile now. In Al's mind, he wheighs exactly the same as he did before the incident, so he sees no reason why his brother shouldn't be able to give him a piggyback ride. Ed, meet year-long gym membership. You'll be bench pressing for a while there, blondie. As for the high school comment… Me too.

Ultimateyaoifangirl (second review)- Not really. Armstrong's just… Armstrong. And ya gotta admit, Edo-kun's got the eyes for it! And yes, yes he is.

Whiplash Chapter Three- You've Been Jinxed, Bitch!

History was relatively uneventful. The teacher was a very tall, very broad man with dark brown eyes, a close-shaved black beard, and ragged black hair. His name was Mr. Curtis... Ed saw that there was a Mrs. Curtis teaching his next period, Honors Chemistry, but he dismissed it as a fluke. Curtis was a common enough last name. He managed to make it from the history room to his next class without being noticed. Once he had slipped into an empty table in the middle row in the seat closest to the door, the teacher came in. She smiled approvingly at Ed once she saw that he was already in his seat. It was quickly replaced by a frown, however, once she saw that the only other person who had gotten to class before the bell rang- was Roy. Ed could feel his eyes widen and his cheeks flush slightly.

Roy smirked and plopped into the seat directly next to Ed and put his mouth an inch from Ed's ear. "You sat where I usually do." Ed felt his cheeks pinken even more as he felt Roy's breath tickling his neck, making him shiver. His eyes widened when he noticed that the elder man's lips were about three centimeters away from his skin, and Roy seemed to just exude heat. Unfortunately for the poor blond, his nipples hardened to the point where they were (if only slightly) visible from under both shirts. Roy's eyes widened and then returned to normal as he smirked. As he pulled away from Ed's ear, Roy's lips 'accidentally' brushed against Ed's jaw. Ed flushed even brighter and thought of things that were sure to get rid of his naughty thoughts: his pupils or the teacher noticing him in this state with Roy right beside him, how he thought everyone would react when they found out about his automail, the reactions of his previous classmates when THEY found out, and how poor Al was stuck at Granny Pinako's with her trying to force him out of his armor the entire time.

It worked. In less than five seconds, all signs of Ed's arousal had disappeared. He had done so just in time to, as his classmates were just starting to file in. He saw some curious glances in his direction that turned to blatant stares once they realized who Ed was sitting with and that Ed was the kid from gym class with the metal arm. Roy noticed where they were looking and said "So, made a reputation for yourself already, have you?" Ed averted his eyes. "Roy, you see… The thing is…" One particularly loudmouthed kid in the front row stood on his chair and shouted "Oi! Ain't you the kid with tha' metal arm? They did say ya were short, but I thought they was exaggeratin'… Guess not."

Ed whirled on the lanky ginger boy who was not that much taller than Ed himself and shouted "Who are you calling a midget that's so short the only thing that could maybe see him would be one of those space cameras a foot from his face, you damned jerk!" The class looked like they were watching a tennis match, Mrs. Curtis was just watching with one eyebrow raised, and Roy snorted before bursting into a fit of muted snickering. Eyes bugged at Roy, never had any one of them, EVER, seen the dark senior laugh. He was still one of the most popular kids in the entire school, but no one had ever witnessed him laughing or even smiling. The closest thing any of them had ever seen to a smile from Roy was the absolutely contented expression Roy wore when he was playing his cello… An expression not too unlike the one he was wearing now, despite the snickers. And he still had his eyes trained on Ed.

Izumi Curtis watched the brawl begin, but after a few moments, her eyes would always drift to the man watching Ed with an expression on his face that looked… Like he was home. Like who he was looking at was all he would ever need. Izumi stared and then smiled gently. The poor boy was infatuated and he didn't even notice. And the Elric boy… That soft expression he was looking at Mustang with- it was like Roy was his home, too. He was in love, of that Izumi was sure. Roy Mustang, if you hurt Edward… I will never forgive you.