A/N: Yes, yes. Another chapter! This is a failure chapter. *sigh* I had absolutely no ideas for this one. Stupid, I know. Anyway, please, readers r&r! I enjoy feedback. Although lovely Annie May Detective is keeping me up on how excited she is for the plot. Thanks so much, I love your support! Oh, and please remember that these 'Month' chapters are filler chapters for what will eventually happen in December. If you have ANY ideas to help me out with the different months, please notify me. Ones I really need help on are May, June, and September (and March, as you can probably tell.)
Chapter 6
March
"Alphonse, what the heck are you doing?" Edward shouted from the balcony of their apartment.
He looked down through the pouring rain as his little brother jumped into another puddle in the parking lot.
"Having fun!" Alphonse called back as he splashed into another puddle.
"You really shouldn't be doing that, Al. You just went through chemotherapy a couple days ago. Don't waste your energy!"
Alphonse halted for a moment, "Waste, Brother? I'm not wasting it!"
Edward scoffed and walked back inside, wagging his head to shake off some of the downpour that collected on his blonde hair.
A moment later, Alphonse came tramping into the house, soaking wet.
"Alphonse! The carpet!" shouted Edward as the younger brother tracked rain and mud into the house.
Alphonse seemed completely oblivious to his mistake, seeming only interested in something that was cupped in his hands.
"What do you have, Al?" Edward inquired, approaching his brother with a towel.
"I found something lucky," Alphonse replied, holding out his hand so Ed could take a glimpse of it.
Edward leaned forward and saw a tiny clover in Al's fist. But instead of the usual three leaves, the clover had four.
"Do you think this is a sign?" Alphonse whispered, fingering the clover's tiny leaves.
"For what?" asked Edward skeptically.
"Maybe if I keep this clover, I'll be lucky enough to stay here with you," Alphonse responded quietly.
"Oh, Alphonse, I don't think–"
"It's got to be a sign, Brother. It just has to be a sign!"
Edward went silent as Alphonse continued to stare at the clover.
"You believe in luck, Brother?" Al suddenly asked.
"No, Al. I don't believe in luck . . . or miracles. But I do believe in hope."
A word from Gabe: Sorry, chicks, that's all for this chapter. I just wanted a short little drabble that connected to St. Patrick's Day somehow. This is all I got. Short, sweet, to the point, and no Winry (as much as I like her character, she does get boring to work with after a while.)
Annie May Detective: Why thank you. Actually, it was just the b-day party. I turn 18 on the 24th. You were disappointed with the last chapter? That's okay. I'm disappointed with this chapter. We're even. Haha! Actually, I really like the last chapter. It was for my inner EdXWin happiness.