A/N: Sorry for the late update…I was on a veryyy long sleepover. ^^ Anyways, I'm back and ready to write! (Hopefully)

…Two clouds floated in the sky, miles apart. One seemed to be chasing the other. The question was which one was which…

1st person POV:

I covered my ears before she could finish, and sure enough, Winry stop mid-sentence when she saw what I was doing. Even in the dark, I could see a puzzled air crossed her face.

"What?" she stammered.

I merely shook my head. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. At dinner, you didn't want Al to tell me," I said, despite my yearning for her to finish her sentence. "Oh, and turn on the lights."

She paused a moment to flick on the switch and then took a deep breath and continued, more firmly this time, "Yumi-chan, I think you have…um, a right to know."

Uh-oh, when she called me Yumi-chan, it meant she was dead serious. Not wanting to acquire any bruises from her automail tools, I sat there politely, waiting.

"The fight was about…you," she finished. She then eyed me reactions carefully, which was a wasted effort, because my face was the same as ever, still waiting for her to get serious. Then, I remembered she had called me Yumi-chan, and I started to believe her. I blinked.

"What? You're kidding, right?"

"No, why would I be kidding?" Then, almost as to prove her point, she added at the end, "Yumi-chan."

It took me a few seconds to take in her words, and then another few to realize the problem here.

"But, why would you argue about me? I wasn't even there!" I protested.

Winry squirmed in her spot, refusing to say anything. I patted my bed, wanting her to come and sit on it. It felt so on edge when she was standing and I was laid back in my bed.

And then I thought of an answer to my own question. Horror started to cross my mind.

"No way," I whispered. "Did I do something wrong?"

Winry's eyes widened, and I was too overcome by my own awfulness to notice whether it looked like I was right or not.

"Oh, I'm so sorry; it's because of me, isn't it? I even got your letter, too! Aw, I should've come home to celebrate! I can't believe it!" I babbled on and on, unable to control my disgust for myself. How could I? It was unbelievably revolting. I had ignored her letter, and thus making my two best friends (or, like Edward likes to say, more than best friends) break-up. I was a monster. "Winry, I'm so sorry! Oh, I have to apologize to Ed! Is he still-"

"Yumi. Yumi? Yumi! Yumi-chan! Yumi Akiyama, listen to me!" Winry desperately tried to get my awareness. It was only when she had sharply said my whole name that I stopped in my prattle to pay attention to her.

"Yes?"

"It's not your fault! Well, not entirely, but," Winry muttered.

My eyes were two, round, O's by now. "So, I did do something!"

Winry shook her head impatiently. "Stop trying to blame yourself!"

"But, you fought over me! About what?" I complained.

She became silent once more.

"Winry Rockbell- if you don't tell me what I did wrong in 5 seconds, I'm going to assume the worse and take the entire blame!" I threatened as scarily as I could manage.

"Uh, Yumi…,"

"5!"

"What? Wait, no-"

"4!"

"Yumi!"

"3!"

"WAIT!"

"2!"

"WE FOUGHT OVER YOU BECAUSE I THOUGHT ED STILL LIKED YOU!" blurted Winry, her words barely comprehendible from the speed she said them.

"1-…wait, what?" I stammered.

She waited for me to understand her words.

"Huh?" I asked, now honestly confused.

She rolled her eyes. "You really don't notice, do you? I got angry at him because it seemed like he was still thinking about you."

"As a friend," I pointed out bluntly.

She shrugged, "Not really. More than that."

I remembered Ed's words. You were much more to me than that.

Winry continued, "I got annoyed because he had claimed that he loved me, when he actually wasn't over you yet. Of course, he denied it and everything, but we all can tell."

"We?" I echoed. Certainly, I wasn't in this we.

"Pinako, Al, and I," stated Winry. "But, we don't really question him about it anymore- he's…touchy about that topic."

I shook my head incoherently. How could this be? Even when we were young, it was nothing more than a first crush. At the time we parted, yes, we had said our tearful goodbyes, but it wasn't the kind of love you'd see on TV shows- you know, the whole nonsense about "true" love.

"Impossible," I stuttered. "No, he doesn't love me!"

Winry smiled sadly. "I knew you'd deny it."

"Because it's not true!"

Her voice was full of compassion and understanding. "Yumi, you know it, too. You know that you love him."

"Like family."

She laughed quietly. "You both refuse to admit it. What a funny couple."

Now that the mood wasn't so serious, I pouted, "Liar. We're not a couple. Far from it, actually."

She sighed, "I thought that over time, you'd have gotten over this frustrating stubbornness of yours."

I pouted again.

"Whatever. You'll have to notice it sooner or later, I guess." Winry got up from the bed and started to walk towards the door.

I raised my eyebrow. There was no way I was going to be able to decode whether Ed still liked me, although I doubted it, or not within the few more hours I was going to spend here.

"What do you mean, sooner or later?" I asked suspiciously.

She grinned, "You'll find out."

Now it was my turn to sigh.

"Anyways, you should sleep now. Good night." She turned around and quietly shut the door.

"'Night," I muttered. But, after this talk, there was no way I could sleep anymore. It wasn't that I was wavering in my confidence that Ed still didn't like me, but that stupid 'sooner or later' thing worried me.

Thanks a lot, Winry, I thought sarcastically.

I groaned silently and sat up, feeling restless. A moment later, I flopped back onto the bed again. Aw, what the heck. I closed my eyes and started counting,

1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, 5 Mississippi…

After a few minutes, as I was counting in my head, I started to wonder who the idiot was who had invented this useless way of falling asleep.

367 Mississippi, 368 Mississippi…

There was a small knock on the door. I had another unwelcome visitor.

I glanced at the clock, which read 1:14 AM. Damn it, aren't "young" and "growing" girls 15-year-old girls like me supposed get a good sleep?

I pulled myself upright this time, getting off the bed and onto my feet. There was no use staying in the bed now that my sleepiness had completely worn off. I creaked open the door to find myself looking into Ed's golden orbs.

"Yes?"

He too, like Winry, seemed to be in an awkward position.

"What is it?" I repeated. This was like Winry all over again.

When he didn't answer, I said, "Look, this better not be about that fight you and Winry had because she already came in here earlier and-"

"Take me with you tomorrow," he interrupted me. Rude much?

"Excuse me?" I asked, not understanding.

His eyes were now blazing. "I want to go with you when you set out tomorrow to look for your parents."

A/N: Did I get any worse during my break? Review, comment, suggest, put it on your alerts/favorites, all that good stuff, please. ^^