I actually like Kansas' bipolar weather now… we got out at 2! Plus we most likely won't have school tomorrow! So guess what? MORE UPDATES! I've realized how many inconsistencies there are. And since I'm a lazy-ass 14 year old (I'M NOT FAT! I'm underweight…XD) I won't fix them. Sorry!

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"So…why? I-I mean…how? How could it be so bad as to cut yourself?"

"In 8th grade, Mom's and Dad's deaths were really bothering me. And the whole I'm-a-freak-vulnerable-enough-to get-molested thing."

"Please…just never do it again," Ed pleaded.

"I've been clean since January 18th,"

"This year?"

"Hell no! In eighth grade!"

"Hey…I wanna see the whole video. Start it over."

Winry smiled and pressed play.

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"Happy ending!" Edward clapped childishly.

"Yeah." Winry closed her laptop and set it aside.

"Anything else I should know?"

"Like what?"

"Something like , oh I dunno, were you a guy at some point?"

Winry furrowed her eyebrows.

"Ive got no idea what you mean, Edward." Winry sighed. "What about you?"

"Me? I told you mine the day after we met! Don't turn this around on me!"

"I told you mine a couple of weeks after homecoming! And about 10 minutes ago, I told you another!"

Edward shook his head and stood.

"All you are is a shock!"

"What th-"

"I feel like I know you, then bam! Something entirely fucking new!"

"Then I'm sorry! I apologize for hating to talk about the bullshit that's followed me everywhere!"

"But you trust me, don't you?" Ed yelled. He looked away when tears started to well up in Winry's eyes.

"I trust you with my life, Edward! But just because I do doesn't mean I want to talk about that stuff!"

"Well don't you think I should know those things?" Edward softened his voice. He couldn't say he was surprised that Winry had started to cry. He was upset too, and felt a lump in his throat. He took deep breaths, unwilling to let Winry see him cry.

"Please. Just leave me alone."

"No." Edward, after getting a facebook, learned that it was quite educational. He'd seen Winry 'like' The 'when she's mad, follow her' thing.

"Just let it go. I'm fine." Winry whispered. She tried getting past Ed, but he blocked her.

"No!" Edward grabbed Winry's wrist. "You're a shock, yeah. But that's not always bad! Yeah, you're a handful…but it makes me feel like I have a purpose. You didn't even mention all of the good qualities."

"Like I have any." Winry scoffed.

"Winry… you're smart, beautiful, and funny, you're a good cook, you're great with kids, and you're a great mechanic…that's not even a fraction of them, Win. We both know that I'm a fail with the romancy stuff. But I'd rather sit at home with you than go to a game or anything. There's still a lot I'm figuring out, but that doesn't mean I don't get you at all."

"Im not beautiful."

"Yes you are! You know that small smile when you think something's cute or sweet? That can melt butter. And me."

"But I'm always covered in grease."

"So? That's who you are, Win."

"Stop it, Ed."

"Fuck no! I- come on."

Edward led Winry by hand into their room. He snatched her iPod off of their dresser. He punched in her passcode.

"You know my passcode?"

"Please. I knew it the day after we met. Never told me you were actually a Hilary Duff fan, Win."

Edward tapped around until he found the 'The Way She Feels' music video.

"I don't think of that guy as her dad." Winry whispered.

"Me neither. In your story, it's me."

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Sorry. I feel really nauseous right now. This is way shorter than I want it to be. I know that there are 2 chapters left…that's it.

PAZ A CABO!