I feel it necessary to redeem myself and update REALLY soon...just so you guys know I'm still kicking.
So here's chapter 6 for you.

Chapter 6 - Trust Game
"All the information to the specific headers needs to be spaced properly." Ed hit the tab button twice, spacing the text over so it was no longer beneath the subject header.

"Oh." Winry rested her hands on her knees as she glanced at the glowing computer screen over his shoulder. "No wonder I never got good marks for my labs. Thanks Ed." She smiled as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

He blushed as soo as he felt the initial contact. "I-uh...sure, anytime." His voice shook a little, upon clearing his throat, he rose from the short computer chair, not before hitting ctrl and 'p', followed up by the enter button. "Now, where is this going to print?"

"Over at the librarian's desk." She walked ove and rounded the corner desk the enclosed the librarian's chair. Though she expected all to go smoothly, her skirt caught a plastic paper crate, currently holding blank paper, and sent it crashing to the floor in a mess of white sheets. "Shit." She sighed.

"Oh, let me help with that." He smiled as he approached the papers scattered on the floor.

"Thanks." Winry said as she tugged the thread look, responsible for the accident in the first place, off her skirt.

They both crouched down and began gathering up the unused papers. Ed peeked up at Winry hunched over and got a clear view down the front of her cheerleading uniform. Feeling his face grow warm, he quickly averted his line of vision, a slight smirk on his face. Not that he didn't like what he saw, he just didn't want to get smacked for being a perv. He tried not to be a perv, at least not openly.

"You would think that with new uniforms they would be flawless." She rolled her eyes. "Price and quality really don't go hand in hand." She picked up the paper holder and turned to face the printer. "I'm leaving this here, it makes more sence next to the printer anyway."

Looking up, he was met with Winry fixing and alligning the plastic container against the wall, thus giving him a clear view up her skirt. Standing up, but not at attention, he held out the papers. "It was just one string. Other than that, I think they're perfect."

It was a vibrant green color skirt with a criss cross design on the front of the shirt in gold and white that let the neck fall in a V shape that led down into the skirt. Winry snickered. "I guess what they lack in functionality, they make up for with stroaking material." She reached out and took hold of the papers, taking her time to brush against his hand, an extra second to make a little longer contact.

He blinked a few times as he handed over the papers. "..." Seeming quite confused, he nodded on impulse. "Yeah..."

She smirked. "Figured as much...oh, before I forget..." She looked around and made direct eye contact again. "You'll have to forgive the front, ok?" She ran her hand down the length of his arm as she walked by. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Ed waved as he watched Winry leave the library. Walking back over to his seat to gather up his things, he pondered what she meant by 'forgive the front'. Maybe she was putting up a front while she was around him. Thinking a bit deeper into it, maybe she was talking about a front she put up around everyone else. "...nah." He mounted his bookbag on his back and began to take his leave. Just then, it hit him.

"..." What she meant by 'stroaking material', became clear as a bell. He blushed from head to toe, he had agreed with her when she said it, he agreed that he could get off to her uniform, terribly embarassing for him. Heaving a sigh, he was relieved that he didn't get smacked, or even yelled at. That kept close in mind, he left the library and began his walk home.

"It's at the provincial park, out the country side." Ed did his best to plead with his mother. "It's only for Friday and Saturday night, we'll be heading back Sunday morning." His hands clasped together. "Please?"

Trisha sighed as she put her paintbrush to her half covered cnavase. "...Who's going?" She questioned with intent.

Edward pretended as if his attention was somewhere else, just to give the impression that is wasn't a big deal that two girls would be going. "Leo, Russell...also Bunny and Aria." He said the girls names rather distantly.

Placing a few more careful stroaks, she laid the paint brush down; she painted frequently, whenever she wasn't on stage. "Did you run this by your father?"

He smiled. "Yes; but then he began going on about how his word, regardless of who I asked first, would pale in comparison to yours. And then he trailed off talking about how he had a bias because I'm a boy and something else about equality. Then I got bored and came to you...so can I go?" He explained with a smile on his face.

She couldn't help but laugh; Von did have a bad habit of rambeling on at times. "I trust you Ed, so I'll say yes. But if I fond out that something went on that shouldn't have, I won't be able to trust you so easily again. Understand?" Trisha was quite serious as she spoke.

He rolled his eyes. "I've never had a girlfriend before mom; what makes you think anything's going to happen in four days?" Seeing as how he was going to meet Aria and Bunny tomorrow, he would only have known them for four days come the camping trip. Five, including Saturday.

"I don't necessarily mean that; I know you're smarter than that. I'm talking about drinking, or smoking. I don't want you-"

He quickly held up his hands in defense. "What?! No, no. That's not what this trip' about. We just met, so it's a good was to get to know each other."

She smiled. "Let's hope so." She hugged him.

He hugged her in return. "Thanks mom."

"So then I was like, 'what the hell' and you know those boots I have with the tall heels? Yeah, well I stepped on her phone and snapped in it half." Clause laughed along with everyone else. "Dumb bitch, she should have known no one liked her. She shouldn't have showed up at the party anyway. I was so funny, she started crying and then walked home. Serves her right for looking at my boyfriend." Clause sipped her pop.

"None of us liked her either." One of the other girls piped up. "I think she moved."

"Yeah." She nodded. "Too bad, I broke it off with that loser the next day. She could have had him." She glanced over to Al who was talking with a few members of the current basketball team. "Lucky for the guys, I'm single now." Slightly frustrated that Al didn't notice what she had said, she was about to speak up when a black mass moved into her line of vision.

"Is his hair green?" Winry apparently saw the same thing as Clause. After getting help from Ed, she hopped a cab to the mall to eat with her group.

"Eww. Yes it is." Clause saw Russell, with his newly dyed hair, wlaking along side Leo and Aria. "Oh, hey." Clause motioned for everyone to gather in close. "See the girl with the red hair, she's got black streaks in it, there's a reason she wasn't in school."

Winry thought for a second. "She was sick?"

Clause shook her head. "No, she just got out of juvinile hall! She just broke up with her boyfriend, she like, always put out for him, but then she changed her mind and didn't want to do it anymore, so he raped her." At this point, she had everyone's attention. "A few days later, she finally snapped, freaked out and stabbed him. And what's more, see how she's always wearing something that covers her arms? She cuts herself there and drinks her own blood."

Alphonse's eyes widened. "Really?" She looked happy enough as she walked and talked with her two friends, the same two guys Ed was hanging out with. As he thought about it, most crazy people seemed normal most of the time.

"Probably not." Winry said under her breath. Al, who was sitting next to her, was the only one who heard.

"How do you know for sure?" Al leaned in close. "It's better to be safe than sorry. You should only trust people you know mostly everything about." He looked concerned.

She noded. "Right..." Winry picked up a few fries from her tray and munched on them. Glancing briefly at 'the kids in black', she saw Aria break off from the two guys and head into the bathroom.

"There's no way it's a rumor, a few of the guys saw her drinking her own blood in the hallway." Clause watched her walk into the bathroom. "We should shake her up a little. Come on." She began to stand up.

"Wait." Winry said, standing up fully at her seat. "Let me go, just me, I'm better at these sorts of things."

"Cool, go for it." Clause lounged in the long cushioned seat. "Don't let her bite you."

Winry walked over to the bathroom and entered into the air conditioned room. It was mostly kids her age who hung out at the mall, so she failed to understand why everything was wet in that piticular washroom all the time. It was te main reason she hated using public restrooms. She turned to see Aria fixing her hair at the sink. "Hey." Winry began. "Aria, right?" She made eye contact with her by proxy of the mirror.

Looking up through her bangs that lightly covered one half of her face, she nodded. "Yeah."

"Mind if I ask you something?" Winry turned her back to the mirror and leaned against the counter.

"Go ahead." Aria was skeptical, but decided to play along anyway.

"I'm a little concerned about you. The girls seem to think you cut your arms up. I think it's a lie...would you mind if I took a look at them? Because if you're hurting yourself, you should really talk to someone." Winry did her best not to be condesending, but given the people she kept around her, their was of speaking rubbed off on her.

Aria looked quite offended. "I'm not hurting myself." With that said, she tugged the sleeves of her shirt up; holding up both her arms, she rotated them to reveal no mutulation. Aside from one scar. "And this one scar is from where I fell off the bleachers in juinor high." She quickly yanked her sleeves back down.

"Thanks. Sorry to bother you, but I needed to know." Winry stood up.

"I want to make it clear; the only reason I showed you my arms is because you werepolite about it not because I need to prove anything to your friends, or you, ok?" She stated in a harsh manner. Normally she was a little more gentle with her words, but since she was given nothing but grief since grade four from people like her, she had little respect for the 'plastics'.

Winry nodded. "Right...what about your boyfriend though, what's the story with him? If you don't mind my asking." Hoping that her 'polite' attitude would help to divulge more information.

"I do mind." With that, she exited the bathroom, leaving Winry standing there.

See, I still exist!

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All the stuff with Aria in there, I doubt anyone isn't curious with what I'm doing with her...hehe...HAHAAHAHAH...ahem.

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