"Yo! There you are! What took so long?" Ling heard Greed call out from the front door of the school.

"Sorry! Mr. Mustang held us after class cause Ed Elric was talking too loud."

"Ah. I fuckin' hate that teacher," Greed rolled his eyes. Ling chuckled.

"So, uh, I guess we should go, before anyone sees you with me..."

"Sure," Greed shrugged.

They walked through the parking lot, Ling keeping his head down the whole time, hoping nobody would make fun of him, or worse, make fun of Greed for being anywhere near him. Greed's hands were shoved in his pockets (as always), and he was striding proudly, head up, chest out. When they got to Ling's car, Greed looked around, confused. His jaw dropped as he saw Ling unlock a yellow Ferrari.

"Damn, kid! You got a fuckin' Ferrari?!" he said.

"Y-yeah... My dad's a surgeon, so we have a lot of money..."

"Awesome! Alright! Let's go," Greed said, opening the passenger door, and climbing in.

"Okay. So, do I turn left or right?" Ling asked as he pulled up to the stop sign at the exit of the parking lot.

"Left."

"Okay."

"A'right, you're gonna need to turn right at the next light."

Greed continued to give him directions until they got to a street in a somewhat shady-looking neighbourhood. Ling looked at the shabby houses nervously, expecting some creep to jump out and try to steal his car or something at any moment. Greed told him to stop at what looked like it could have been the cheapest house in the entire neighbourhood. It was practically termites holding hands.

"This house?" Ling asked, dumbfounded.

"Heh, yeah. It's total shit, right?"

"Yeah..." Ling said.

"Yeah, my pops' just an architect, so he doesn't make much."

"Oh... well, you're welcome to stay at my place any time... of course, we don't have any extra beds... Oh God! That sounded so weird! Sorry..." Ling put his face in his hands, blushing.

"Nah, man it's cool. You serious though?"

"Oh, uh, yeah... just ask or whatever..."

"Cool! So, ya wanna come in and have a beer or somethin'?"

"Oh, I can't... I'm only twenty..."

"Oh, well ya can come in and just chill for a while if ya want,"

"Oh! Ok, lemme just text my mom..."

Ling pulled out his iPhone and texted her. "Alright, she said I can."

"Alright! Cool!" Greed got out of the car, and started walking up to the door. Ling got out as well, and followed Greed into the house.

"So, my pops isn't home, but I'm sure he'd be fine with you hangin out here for a while." Greed said, plopping down on the couch.

"You don't have to just stand there, ya know. Come sit!" Greed patted the couch next to him. Ling sat down nervously.

"So, whaddaya wanna watch?" Greed said, grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV.

"Oh, I don't really care. My mom doesn't believe in television... She thinks it'll fry my brain... I mean, we have a TV, but the only thing we actually get is the news."

"Seriously?! You need to come over here more often man! Ya know what? Do you like horror? Cause I got a shit ton of zombie movies and crap like that."

"Uh... Sure."

"Awesome," Greed said, getting up and opening a cabinet. He pulled out a dvd case and popped the dvd into the dvd slot. A screen came up with a picture of a zombie. Greed pressed play, and the movie began.

It was terrifying. Ling's eyes were popping out of his head. All of a sudden, JUMPSCARE! A zombie lunged out of a bush, and a girl screamed. Ling screamed, and jumped off of the couch. Then he fell on the floor, and curled up in the the fetal position, face down.

"Holy shit!" Greed paused the movie, and got off the couch. He knelt down beside ling and put his hand on Ling's back. Ling jumped. "Dude! I didn't realize you were- sorry man..." Greed said. "Ya wanna go home?"

"Y-yeah..." Ling nodded, and stood up. He walked to the door, thanked Greed, and left. Shit. That sucked ass. He probably won't come back here again. He was kinda cool too. Greed thought.

TIME SKIP HEEHEE

Ling's phone rang, and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ling! It's Greed. My fuckin mattress just broke and my pops said I'd have to sleep somewhere else. Then I remembered you said I could crash at your place whenever. That cool?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure!"

"Cool. My pops'll give me a ride. What's your address?"

Ling gave Greed his address, and Greed was there in about 15 minutes.

"So, I guess I'll sleep on the couch," Ling said.

"Nah, man. I can sleep on the couch. Or we could share."

Ling's eyes went huge. "Wh-what?"

"Yeah! I'm cool sharin a bed. I used to have to do that with Envy a lot, so it's cool."

"Uh... Okay." Ling's heart rate went up by about a thousand BPM, and he showed Greed to his room.