Song Six: I'd Lie By Taylor Swift

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colours in his eyes

I curl my sore legs up to my chest, happily resting my arms on them, and my head on my arms as I gaze out of the cars front window. I don't think I've been this happy in a long while, even though I was in the passenger seat.

I love driving, it really makes me happy. It wasn't often someone manages to convince me into the passenger seat, because I'd honestly prefer to walk. Not to mention it makes me feel... irritable. Mainly because the person offering was horribly sour-faced, smelly and/or generally horrible in every possible meaning of the word. Not to mention they probably would take the piss out of my height and my 'girlish' hair. I think the plait is prefectly manly!

But this time was different! Roy Mustang offered me a lift! Yeah, we've been friends for a long while, but he never lets anyone in his auton martin vanquish.

... but he's letting me!

I listen to him reciting his day, laughing when he mentioned my brother tripping over his own feet and smirking at all the right places.

I turned my head slightly to the side, gazing through my golden locks to look at him. He hasn't realised my focus on his eyes as he continues to talk and laugh about his day. He doesn't notice when I start to count the colours in his eyes.

I never thought coal black eyes could be so colourful, but the the bastard always always changed how I saw things.

He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favourite songs
And..

His lips form the funniest story of a girl who tried to kiss him today, remarking on how stupid she must have been once his tale was finished. He started off with his description of her; short, brunette and too much make up. That makes me chuckle as he was never one to like a fangirl. Sleep with them, maybe, but he never liked them.

As the words I am thankful for -and yet I slightly dread them- slip smoothly from his mouth, I laugh. I hope he's wrong.

'I'll never fall in love, they've put me off it for life...'

I smile again as he starts on a joke his friend told him, and laugh as I move my hand down to his CD player. Thumbing through the small stack he has in the tiny compartment by where my knees should be, I think about what music he likes.

As I put on the seventh song, he laughs and labels it as his favourite song.

As if I didn't know that.

I could tell you his favourite colour's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I'd lie

'Your birthday is in three weeks right? The seventeenth?" I ask, quietly formulating a plan. I know the date is right, I just needed to check.

I don't want to give him his birthday present on the wrong day, even if he is a bastard.

'You asked me that two days ago, Ed, your memory that lousy?' He teases me wit a playful grin all the time and I hate it. Almost as much as I hate damned passenger seats. Except this one.

'No I simply couldn't remember what you said!' Yes I can. I asked him what he wanted too. He simply told me his favourite colour. Something that nobody else knows.

His favourite colour is green. Anything in that colour he would be happy with.

...Maybe I should get a green condom and put that statement to test...

I look at his eyes again, realising they are so much like his fathers. His father was a baker who died in a fire wit his wife, Roy's mother. Roy was devastated. He got back on his feet thanks to his friends though. Including me. His father was always a kind man, giving much and getting bits and pieces. Always willing to share a smile.

Roy's sister lives halfway around the world, with her boyfriend. Far away, but beautiful, she shares the same beauty as the rest of the family. Dark locks like Roy's, that I long to pull out at times.

Or ruffle, depending the mood.

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

"Ed, could I maybe... sleep at yours tonight?" The question doesn't catch me off-guard, as he has stayed at mine many times.

He says facing an empty room is like seeing the empty spot where his house used to be on the night when his parents died all over again.

I agree and it's not five minutes before we arrive at my apartment. I never could bear being with my brother and have avoided him for over a year now, ever since he had Winry's to stay at.

Like Roy and his empty room, my brothers face never fails to remind me of what I have lost. My mother.

My beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, loving mother.

I lead him across the green hallway to the white door, and I stop. He knows I can't face the room, and so do I, so I simply motion to the closed door and stand to one side.

He has failed to figure out why I don't go into the room, and though he asked once I denied him an answer. He still overlooks the feminine tint to the room and the fact I have no parents; he still has not figured out of my beloved mothers death.

I murmur a quiet goodnight, as he gracefully sweeps past me to the door, and I turn my head away as he opens the door and steps in.

Deciding hastily, I sneak a glance at his dazzling charcoal eyes, my eyes purposefully not focusing on the room behind his mesmerising face. He is so obviously surprised that I looked at him, his eyes are wide and mouth drops slightly open. I smirk lightly before turning my head away and sauntering into the sea blue door opposite; my room.

My screams wake me up only two hours later; the glance towards my mothers room brings memories to my mind and it twists them, making them into weapons which pierce my strangled heart and create nightmares which keep me up to nights on end.

Although I know he is awake now, I know he must have been before. He has heard me wake from these nightmares before and only once has rushed in. Although not at home, his mind will have wandered into forbidden territory and his eyes will have filled with diamond tears.

I'm the only one who's ever seen the droplets of water escape his eyes.

He stands there then walks away
My god if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you...

Morning comes and I stand at the door to watch him leave. He smiles and thanks me before turning and walking calmly to his black car.

My breath catches in my throat as his hair dances in the morning breeze, and I wish to call out to the nonchalant male.

I stay silent.

He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything
But my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My god he's beautiful
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle

The nest day, I wake with shadows present under my golden eyes, for the past had haunted my dreams again and I glance at my bedside alarm clock. A picture rests beside it of my scowling face and Roy's mischievous grin as I am dressed as a princess and he a knight. A guitar is in his hand as his other is around my shoulders; the night after the humiliating Cinderella school play.

Nobody knows he can play that guitar, apart from me and Hughes.

As I look at the cheeky grin, I bask in his perfect face and realise all over again how beautiful he is.

I return to sleep for another ten minutes.

Odd ending, hm? I loovveee this song! :D ... Though not quite so much as some of Taylor Swift's others...

Anyway, this is the sixth song, yay! I have finally posted something!

I'm ill though, so there wont be any more for while T.T

Reviews would be lovely, because I do put a lot of effort into my writing.

Disclaimer: Don't own the FMA characters, don't own Taylor Swift's song, 'I'd Lie'

Hehe :)

LixxyChan xx