Okay, now I know that there IS a God. Second snow day of the school year! Looks kinda like a freaking blizzard out there. But I dunno…the only experience with seeing a blizzard was on Rugrats…So, Who do YOU think is gonna win the Super Bowl?

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Roy Mustang held legendary Super Bowl parties. There was always a ton of great food, and one of the party goers was always sure to bring beer. He was always the one to organize and set up the parties, but he never actually hosted them. They were always at Riza's mansion. Nobody truly understood why exactly Riza had moved in with Roy. Roy lived in a small apartment, while Riza had lived in a mansion.

Since the class members had known each other basically since preschool, they all showed up. Roy's Super Bowl party was a chance for everybody to catch up with one another. School was hectic and they'd gradually grow apart. The senior class was unusually close; they were quite like a really big family.

Everyone wanted the party to be memorable. They would all be going off to college that August. Some would be going to XSU, some CU, and some Northface, the military academy of Amestris, and other schools. Nobody could throw a party like Roy. No one even tried.

It wasn't long after the party started that Roy and Riza 'abandoned' the party. Not long after, Havoc and Rebecca followed suit. Edward, however, wasn't abandoning the food. Kickoff was an hour away; nobody was in any particular rush.

"Hey babe." A new guy, Cody Fisher, stood next to Winry, flashing a bright white smile. Ignoring the oblivious Elric who sat next to her, talking to Russell Tringham, he put his hand on her shoulder. She furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged it off. Chuckling, he put his hand back, this time closer to Winry's neck.

"What do you say we leave this lame-ass party and go have some real fun?"

"Get your hand off me."

"Aw, come on babe, don't be like that!"

Winry sighed. She really didn't want to do it, but at the same time, she did. Winry kicked Edward, who snapped his head in Winry's direction.

"Wha-"

Edward noticed Cody's hand. On HIS Winry. HIS girlfriend. Close to the back of her neck. HIS spot. Close to the opening of the loose jersey she was wearing.

"Get your hand off her or I'll do it for you." Ed spat.

Cody raised his hands in mock surrender.

"No need for violence. What are you, her brother?"

"I'm her boyfriend, jackass." Edward stood, stepping in front of Winry.

"Oh yeah! You two live together, right? Nice, man. You get some every night?"

Edward's eye twitched. Russell and Winry glanced at each other nervously.

"If I were you, I'd be leaving the party now." Russell said.

"Ed, let it go." Winry grabbed Edward's hand.

"Whoo! Sad day when a girl likes a stranger more than the boyfriend she lives with."

Winry cocked an eyebrow and let Edward's hand drop at his side.

"Hey, man. I agree with Tringham. " Kimbly cocked his head in Cody's direction.

"Yeah. Don't mess with Elric's girl." Archer agreed.

Cody rolled his eyes.

"You can't really be talking, Archie. Aren't you a date rapist?"

"You can't prove it. Little brat looks nothing like me!" Archer hissed.

"WOULD EVERYONE STOP CHANGING THE DAMN SUBJECT?"

"You don't want to be around a guy with anger issues, babe."

"Stop. Calling. Her. Babe."

Winry and Russell grabbed Edward's arms. Ed's face had turned a deep shade of red.

"Let go of me."

"No." Russell and Winry answered simultaneously.

Cody glanced at a clock.

"Kickoff soon. Better hurry if you want a be- I mean, good TV." He smiled and slipped away.

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"You okay, Ed?"

"Just peachy."

"You haven't touched your food…"

"I'm pissed, okay?" Edward groaned.

"And you have a right to be, Ed."

"Who are you betting on?" Ed averted his gaze.

"Steelers. But Ed, really. It's okay to be angry."

"And there's the therapist quality again."

"Ed."

"He was hitting on you and had his hands all fucking over you! You're mine!"

"I'm a possession?" Winry asked.

"Well, no. But you're still mine!"

"I'm not trying to get you to justify, Edward. But you didn't have to fight your way out."

"I didn't!"

"But you were going to." Winry argued.

"Hey lovebirds." Paninya popped up behind the couch. "I heard about you almost getting into a fight, Eddy."

"He was being a jackass!"

"Yeah, yeah," Paninya waved her hand, "I want the dirt. What did he do?"

"He put his hand on my shoulder, I shrug-"

"UGH!"

"-ged it off, he put it back,"

"What was he trying to –"

"Take a fucking guess!" Ed spat.

"oooohhh… So then what?"

"Win kicked me and I almost killed the jackass!"

"Russ and I had to hol-"

"THAT'S where Russ went? He was going to get food and was gone a long time. All he said was that Ed almost got into another fight."

"Another?"

"You know, we're all out of cookies, let me go get some!" Winry grabbed the neck of Edward's tee and pulled him back onto the couch.

"What. Fight?"

"This one's a sweet one, Win! Don't kill poor Goldilocks!"

"What. Fight?"

Paninya sighed.

"A junior said Eddy was in it for the sex and he called you a slut. Didn't you wonder where the dent in Denny's locker came from?"

Winry rubbed her temples.

"Come on, kiss and make up!"

"Make up for what? We aren't fighting, Win's just mad. Again."

"I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed."

"Cute couple," Paninya patted Ed and Winry on the head, "stay outta trouble."

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Winry grunted, picking up a full laundry basket. She set it on her hip and started up the stairs, turning off the lights. She stopped and looked over her shoulder, thinking she'd heard a creak behind her. She shook her head and continued her way up.

"Ha!" A pair of arms latched around Winry's waist. She swung the basket around and she heard a crack as it came into contact with the face. She kicked the arms' owner's stomach and cringed as the person fell to the bottom of the stairs.

"Damn woman…death of me…"

"Ed?"

"What did I do? I haven't done anything to piss you off yet!"

"You snuck up behind me!"

"Well who else could it have been?" Edward yelled.

"There have been break-ins! And I didn't know you were even home."

"Shit, I think you broke my nose!"

"ed, I didn't punch you," Winry turned the light on. Edward held his nose, blood and all.

"Come here. I'm good at setting noses."

"No way in HELL!" Edward yelled.

"Come on. You aren't going around with a broken nose."

"I'll go to the ER."

"You would pay for something I can do?"

"I've got insurance!"

"Ed, I honestly don't care. What would you even say?"

"I would tell what happened."

"You'd be surprised how many noses I set at RHS."

"Why did you set noses?"

"Guys fought a lot."

"You hung around guys?"

"No, I hung around aliens." Winry said.

Edward glared.

"Fine."

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Winry sat curled up on the couch, watching 'The Way She Feels' music video on youtube."

"Whazzat?"

And she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife…

"Watching a music video."

The blood flows as she cries...

"About cutters. Wow."

"I love the song and the video."

"Cutters are just freaks-"

"No they aren't, Edward! And listen. People who cut feel alone…like there's no way out."

"Win… God, tell me I'm wrong."

Edward turned Winry's wrist over. Barely visible were light white scars across her wrist. On instinct, Winry yanked her wrist away.

"Winry…"

"I had a rough time in 8th grade, okay?"

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My mom will be coming home soon, so…I'll update later this afternoon.