I decided to fix this up and attempt to keep writing it. Good luck to me. As I said I got the idea from Megan Meade's guide book. I lowered the age of the characters and made some of them a happy family. So enjoy it.

"Welcome to lunatic manor." Trisha's joke was tired as her SUV pulled into the driveway of the three story home. A rock gate was surrounded the area, the surface of them covered by blackend vines. The house itself was a pale shade of yellow, green bushes covering the sides of it. A large grassy yard was in the front and back and even from her seat in the back all Winry could see was boys. All of them playing a game of tackle football. Forget about little chewing gum, hair pulling monsters... These men had been touched by gods! Tall, handsome and perfect bodies all around.

"Winry?" The girl's head twisted around to face Trisha once the older woman reached back, patting her knee gently.

Oh, god. Did she see me drooling over her kids?

Trisha only smiled, removing her hand as she began to unbuckle. "You can live in the car if you want, but it's not worth it. They'll find you." It sounded like she was half serious in the joke. Outside one of the boys, a tall blond haired one turned his attention to the car before motioning for the others to come over.

The world seemed to come to a crashing end.

Winry felt her hands begin to shake as she pushed open the car door to step out onto the grass. Her ponytail bounced as she moved, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. Remember what Mom said, just be myself. She heard herself repeating as Trisha came around the car to stand beside her. By now all eyes were on the two only females in the group.

"Winry, it's good to see you again," Hohenheim Elric was a soft speaking man, tall with a blond beard and shaggy blond hair held back in a ponytail. Currently he wore a pair of old shorts, a ragged sweatshirt and bare feet. He was handsome in a sort of old movie star way. "Last time we saw you, you had a stuffed dog at your side constantly.. What was his name.." He continued to speak, amid Winry's slowly turning purple face. "Den-den?" His words caused a few of the boys to begin to snicker. With that the Rockbell female spun on her heel, practically stomping back to the car for her things.

"What'd I say?" Trisha rolled her brown eyes at her husband's absent minded ways, taking hold of his arm. "Honey."

"Mm?"

"Be quiet."

At the car Winry was fuming silently, starting her struggle with the suitcase that refused to come out like it should. How can he remember Den-Den? Said stuffed animal was tucked in her suitcase safetly. She grasped the suitcase, giving a sharp tug to which it came undone but sent the female falling backwards. Hands clamped down on her shoulders, moving her back into a standing position. "Easy there.." The tall blond gave her a grin, before letting go of her body. "Sorry about my dad... no one else wanted him."

The joke wasn't as funny as intended but it did make Winry giggle softly. Only a few seconds later did her face heat up as she realized this boy was speaking to her at a close distance. "It's...no big...problem." Her voice came out shaky once again. The boy gave a nod, reaching down to pick up the large suitcase and her laptop bag from the back of the trunk. All that left was the suitcase with her underwear and pj's, plus her rollerblades. "What's in here, rocks?"

"Bricks!" She returned, her face breaking out into a faint grin as she lifted the last of her things. The boy's smirk was cheerful as he headed back toward the other's on the grass.

"I'm Russell by the way." A rock could have knocked her over by this point. This handsome guy was the same chubby little monster who had gummed her hair for fun!

"No...No.."

"Yeah?" He turned, a frown folding over his face as he looked down to her. "Didn't you attack me with a hammer?" At that Winry rolled her eyes, clutching her skates in her hand tightly.

"It was a bat and you put gum in my hair first!" The two had finally come to the middle of the circle, the eyes directing back to the blond girl.

One of them, a boy with pale skin and possibly dyed green hair that hung in strands over his face, gave a wicked smirk. "Nice blades... Try not to fall on your ass." His voice was deep, almost female sounding. His outfit consisted of a pair of black shorts and a skin tight crop top, his feet bare.

Winry's face almost turned purple for a second time, her mouth trying to form a comeback to that. Where the hell did this little weirdo get off? Luckily, Russell was quick to retort. "Why don't you go suck someone off, you little faggot!"

"RUSSELL AND EVAN ELRIC!" Trisha's normal quiet and sweet voice came out as a bark, her eyes narrowing at her two children. "Both of you watch your mouth!" The green haired male merly smirked, though his eyes shot death toward Winry. Clearly they were not going to be friends. "My name is Envy, princess.. Remember that." Trisha shot her son a look.

Hohenheim cleared his throat, trying to keep the rage from breaking between his wife and their children. "Are any of you hoodlums going to speak or just stand there?"

Grumbling a bit the boys broke apart, only one of them stepping forward. He looked to be the tallest, a pair of sunglasses balanced on his nose. "I'm Gregory... ignore the green haired faggot." His voice was deep and a bit on the soft side. His hair was dark and styled almost spiky, his clothes a pair of tight leather pants and a black t-shirt. "You can just call me Greed, honey. You'll be a junior in my class?" Behind his back, Envy stuck up his middle finger.

He's tall for a junior Winry nodded her head, a slight frown edging on her face. Honey? ... Minus his clothing and the slight nickname, he seemed normal. Greed turned to the side slightly, pointing out another boy with a long finger. This one had blond hair with an orange tuft in the front. His height was a bit shorter then Greed and he was currently smoking a ciggerette as he leaned against the wall of the house. He raised a hand to wave at Winry. "Name's Jean." His smile was kind, making her feel a bit more relaxed.

"You've already met Envy, this is Edward." Edward was a short boy with long blond hair that was held in a ponytail like his father. Like Greed he was wearing leather pants and a dark tank top, his eyes staying glued to the ground when his name was said. Winry's eyes looked him over, her eyes stopping on his right arm. An Automail arm? At the bottom of his pants at his left leg she could see a shiny automail foot. Greed cleared his throat, pointing to where a small dirty blond haired male around eleven was trying to hide behind their mother. The boy lifted his head, smiling shyly at Winry. "... I'm Alphonse."

He seemed normal enough that Winry could smile in return, before she yelped in surprise. Something or someone had banged into her legs from behind. Looking down she saw it was a small boy as well, this one with wide violet eyes and messy black hair that hung down to his back. Russell chuckled, reaching out and lifting the boy up to place onto his shoulders "And this little monster is Wallace.. But we call him Wrath." He explained.

The little boy laughed, wrapping his hands around Russel's neck to keep from falling. "Hello, Wrath." The boy turned his attention to Winry, eyes blinking curiously as she spoke. There was a short silence, before he stuck out his tongue at her in a childish manner. Winry felt a bead of sweat trail down her forehead.

I am in SUCH hell!

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