Hey, kiddos. Well, I've been kind of bored lately and I felt like updating a story and since this one seems to be in high demand, I decided to update this one, though, I'm seriously neglecting my other chapter stories…sorry people, who read my other stories, reading this author's note. I will update them soon though, I promise. Just a heads up, every chapter will start with the end of the last chapter, that way, you guys won't get confused.

So as always, I own nothing.

Thanks so much for Molly (EmoNekoNinja), my new, first, and official beta.

Here is your chapter three!

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(Recap of chapter two)

"Hey I apologized! Introducing him to you wasn't the only reason I called him over."

…It wasn't? What else could there be?

"Oh yeah?" Havoc raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Mustang turned to me and I felt my eyes widen slightly, "hey, Edward, I still feel bad about you and your concussion so I was wondering if I could make it up to you
somehow? How about we hang out and I'll take you to the movies with myself and a bunch of friends? If you don't want to do that, how about money or a beer?"

"No, no money or…beer. Going to the movies will be fine I guess…but it's really not necessary." I was surprised that I didn't make a run for it or start blushing.

"Great, I'll talk to you about it later. See you later!" he waved and started walking again and I heard him mutter to Havoc, "See? I'm not an asshole!"

…did I actually just agree to that?

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Honestly, I was freaking out as I walked away. I can't believe I said yes to him. There's no way I can go through with this. I was having a hard time controlling myself just standing there, talking to the guy. There is no way that I can be alone, well not alone, but with him outside of school.

I groaned aloud when I got to my locker. Fuck. I banged my head against its cold surface. Sighing, I lifted my head from the cool metal and grabbed for my lock, unlocking it flinging it open. A few people around me jumped when the door flew back and hit the adjoining locker beside it with a loud crashing sound.

I grumbled, throwing my history book inside and snatching my biology book. I don't know where all this anger appeared from, but now I was pissed at myself for agreeing to that. There was no way I was going to go through with this; my only chance to be with Roy Mustang and I'm going to be a pansy. I'm probably going to fake sick or something, anything to get out of this.

I sighed again. As much as I wanted this- oh god how I wanted this- I couldn't do it. I'd make a fool of myself and then, I'd be looked down upon by him for the rest of this school year, maybe longer. I can't risk it. I slammed my locker shut again and snapped the lock back in place. I turned on my heel, preparing to just head to class when someone grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around the face them.

"Jesus, Ed, what's with you? First, you don't meet me by the bathroom and then, I find you here, slamming lockers and looking like some one just keyed your truck." Winry stared at me with the wide, worried eyes, pursing her lips together, and adjusting her dark gray purse strap across her shoulder and chest; a nervous habit.

I shook my head, "Nothing." She dropped her hand from my shoulder as I started to walk towards the classroom. She followed me, keeping pace with my short, hurried footsteps.

"Edward Elric, don't you lie to me. After you had to pay for that locker last year, I know I wouldn't see you just banging them around for no gosh damn reason. Now, speak." We walked through the doorway, taking our seats beside each other. I sighed as I sat down, tossing my book onto the desk, running my hands through my hair. I glanced at Winry, watching her as she set her things down on the cheep, tiled floor. I waited for her to look at me, when she raised her eyes to mine I spoke in whispers, "Winry, not now. Later?" I gave her my best pleading face and she shook her head at me, her lips in a straight line.

"No, unacceptable." The last bell rang then and I huffed a breath out, relieved. I opened my book to the page written on the dry-erase board in red. Class started and Ms. Hawkeye began her lecture about a new type of plant species that I decided to tune out. I did this most days, but still made decent grades in here. I put my elbow on the open book, resting my head in my palm. I closed my eyes. I must've fallen asleep because I jumped when I felt a pointy edge jab at my flesh arm. I blinked and lifted my head from my palm. I looked in the direction of the jab, finding Winry looking at me, light eye brows knitted together in annoyance with a piece of paper folded sharply in the form of a triangle in her hand.

"Take it, dumbass!" she mouthed the words to me, glancing quickly to the front of the class where Ms. Hawkeye stood with her back to me.

I snatched it from her, hiding it for a moment in my closed hand, making sure the teacher hadn't seen. When I was in the clear, I discreetly unfolded it under my desk and brought it up when Ms. Hawkeye turned her back to the class again. I slipped it under a page in my book and then lifted the page to read it.

Tell me what's bothering you, Ed. I mean it.

She used an angry face at the end made with numeric symbols. I breathed deeply and held my hand out for a pencil. Last year we wrote notes all the time during class, so she got the message as I held my palm face up. She grabbed a pen from her desk, quickly placing it in my hand before leaning back into her chair.

I took the note out from under the page to write. Holding the pen in my left hand, I wrote:

Roy Mustang asked me to go to the movies with him and a bunch of his friends. I don't know all the specifics so don't ask for them; I know how you women are.

I sat the pen down and folded the note back up, this time, into a square. I didn't fail to notice Winry's frown as I ruined her complex folds. I gently tossed the note back on her desk and she followed the same routine I did; open under the desk, slip it under something then read, wait, and then reply.

I watched her write and then she paused, debating on whether to fold it her way again or just fold it the way I had. She decided to fold it the way I had, not wasting her time and effort. Her flawless cursive writing read:

OMG! That's fantastic! Why the hell are you acting like it's a bad thing!?

She didn't understand. I frowned and wrote:

Because, there's no way I can do it! I'm going to ruin the only chance I have with him because I can't even control myself around him! I'm not going to go. I can't. I won't risk making myself look stupid in front of him.

She blew a hard breath between her teeth when she read that and I wondered why. It's not so hard to understand. She grabbed her pencil and scribbled furiously along the paper and folded it back up and tossed it at me. I opened it; it said:

No fucking way, Edward! You're so going. I'm going to make you. I will NOT let you ruin this. You finally got this opportunity and you're going to take it and be fucking happy about it! You won't look stupid. Just breathe before you speak. Think about your words and collect them; put them in the right order. You'll be fine, but you ARE going.

I threw her a hard look and folded the note and lifted out of my seat to slide it into my back pocket. She greeted my look with an equally hard one and I gave up on trying to talk to her about it…this was happening, I knew she'd make me go.

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Winry walked with me to lunch. Her face was smug. After class, I told her I would go.

"This is going to be fine, Ed. Trust me!" she flung her hand around my shoulders and pulled me close to her. We were about the same height…I'm not telling who's taller.

"Yeah, Miss. I-See-The-Future, it's going to be just great." I rolled my eyes at her and she dropped her arm from my shoulders and gave a small 'hmph'.

Such a girl.

We reached the door to the cafeteria and I opened it for her, trying to be polite. She glared at me with narrowed eyes. The cafeteria was light and open due to the fact it had a ton of windows lining up the brick walls. Most of them were written on with red and white window paint; the words encouraging our athletic teams to succeed. The lunch lines, that lined up in the middle of the building, were set up with 3 different lines; one for what was on the menu, a second for an alternative lunch choice and a third for the salad bar.

I followed behind her, passing the lunch lines, and laughed aloud. Winry turned to me. "What's so damn funny?"

"You're being such a girl, Winry! It's adorable." I patted her head lightly and walked around her and over to our round table. I pulled out my seat and sat down leaning on the table. She quickly strode over to me and I looked up at her. I smiled sweetly and she took the liberty to smack the smile right off my face.

"Hey! What was that for!?" I rubbed at my now red cheek.

"Do NOT talk to me the way you just did. I didn't like it!" she took her place next to me, looking opposite of me and I just stared, confused. I moved my hand from my face and slapped the table in front of her to gain her attention. She whipped her head to look at me. She looked indifferent.

"Uh…I'm sorry, did I miss something? You don't like being called a girl? Would you like me to call you a guy? I thought it was more of a compliment than an insult, but what do I know?"

"Well…no, but…I- I don't know! Just don't say it anymore." She pushed herself back from the light brown table, clearly defeated and walked to the lunch line to grab some food. I never really ate at school; I just waited till I got home. I watched as Winry stood in the rather long line for the salad bar, watching her fidget with her hair and her clothes, trying to pass the time. I didn't notice as a chair was pulled out beside me.

"Well, fancy meeting you here. Do you come here often?" Roy's voice startled me. His voice was humorous, like almost every other time I can remember him talking. I hit my knee on one of the metal bars that hold the table upright as I tried to face him.

"Gosh damn it!" I yelped. a few people turned to stare briefly and then turned back around, engaging with their friends again in conversation. I laughed nervously.

"Hey now, let's not get hurt for once in my presence. Seems to be that way when I'm around, huh? You getting hurt, I mean." I looked at him, my lips curling up into a smile.

"Yeah, but I always seem to get hurt anyway. So, uh, don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?" I laced my fingers together and placed them in my lap, trying not to fiddle too much.

"Well, I just wanted to give you the details of the movies thingy we're doing. Sorry for my lack of words." He laughed. He composed himself quickly and coughed into his hand.

"So, this Friday, about six, well now seven, a couple of my friends and I are going to the movies too see that new scary movie. It starts at 7:30 p.m. If you'd like I can come around seven and pick you up, that way, you don't have to drive. No one else is riding with me. It'll just be us guys; no girls allowed. All the other guys are cool with you going, you'll feel right at home, I promise." He smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight, white teeth.

Oh god…

Roy sat up a little straighter in his chair, "So, how does that sound?"

I wasn't expecting to be asked a question, really. I stumbled over my words, for getting to think about it.

"Uhhh…buhhh…yeah, sounds great, seven." I attempted to smile but it felt more like a grimace.

"Great," Roy smiled and pointed to a group of guys across the room. "Well, I'm going to get going, but I'll see you Friday, Ed." He smirked as he stood up and walked toward his friends.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I was stunned. I know it sounds stupid but, it was true.
Winry came bouncing over to our table. She set her salad down and cooed as she took her seat, "OOOOOOOOH! What was Mr. Sexy Bottoms doing over here? Talking about your date?" she stabbed her salad and took a bite, chewing quickly, her eyes wide and excited.

"Date!? No, no! There are six other guys going." I was suddenly excited and spoke in a rush, "but the movie starts at 7:30 p.m. and he's coming by the house at seven to pick me up on Friday so I don't have to drive!" I smiled despite how upset I was earlier about it.

Winry smiled after her mouth was empty again. "You need the perfect outfit."

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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…well I had intended to do the movie in this chapter but I decided against it. Bahaha, I shall make you guys wait; build the suspense.

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