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Blame the Rose Petals, Part 1
I probably sat outside on the bench in front our building for an hour watching the sun disappear before I unlocked the door to our room to find it pitch black. I had gave it all a thought over. First I would tell him, I was sorry for acting the way I had for the last 24 hours. I guess it was just the money situation, and I was just experiencing a bit of depression. It hadn't been long since I came to live on this side of the gate, and I was still getting used to it. Second, I wanted to explain something to him, or better yet ask him... Sitting on that bench, I had layed out all my feelings I had experienced; That was depression, happiness, and something I couldn't explain since I came. But it would happen every time I thought about Ed. And I wanted to ask him about the time he slept in my room. It wasn't just something I could let go, I needed to know for sure. I knew one thing though, I wasn't in love the Full Metal Alchemist. Maybe we had small crushes on each other when we were young, even Al. But now, I just couldn't imagine myself saying I was in love with Ed. I knew him all my life, right? Then why couldn't I feel comfortable around him?
It was only eight, the sky was grey, not black because the moon was bright tonight. Could Ed still be in his room? All that time... I ignored the rule of knocking, and opened his door to find it just as dark as the rest of the apartment. I closed it behind me, and found Ed sleeping peacefully on his back. He looked comfortable and relaxed, not like usual. Usually I would find him sprawled out in the middle of the bed, the sheets on the floor with his hair lose all over the place; But tonight, there was something about the way he slept that some how made him... How should I put this? More attractive, maybe. His head was propped up on two pillows with his mouth slightly open. His hands were folded on his lap, over his white sheet that covered his body up to his chest. His hair was tightly in a pony tail, with his bangs fanned out around his face.
"Ed." I asked, knowing he wouldn't hear me. But I couldn't fine the voice to speak up, neither he courage to walk over and shake his shoulder to wake him up. "Edward?" I repeated a bit louder, still whispering though. My feet suddenly had a mind of it's own, as they walked my body over to the side of his bed. "Edward, you awake?" Why I was asking if he was awake when I knew he wasn't? Don't ask... I sat on the side of his bed and sighed as the unknown emotion started to take over. I felt my face turned red, as my heart pounded harder. It was becoming harder to breathe, and as I began to take deep breathes. Why couldn't he just wake up so I could tell him what I needed to tell him? I grabbed the sheets, and turned my head to look at him. My right hand reached up to his flesh one. I touched it and squeezed it slightly, feeling the warmness run from his body run to mine. I liked the feeling; I never felt his hand before like this. I turned my entire body, sitting on my bent knees now facing him, he hadn't moved since I entered his room. "Edward..." I spoke his name softly, and slowly letting up on the 'd'.
I raised my other hand and touched his golden hair, the same color of his eyes hidden beneath his soft skin. It was so soft, almost softer then my own. And out of all the 18 years I knew him, I had never touched his hair. I squeezed it beneath my fingers as I suddenly had the urge to smell it. I wanted to smell his hair... I slowly lowered my neck down smothering my nose into it. It smelled good. I couldn't help myself; I grabbed it tighter, as I dug my entire face into his hair. When I felt him mumble something, I shot back and froze as I waited for his next move.
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A/N: It was getting so long, so I broke it up into two chapters. This continues on the next chapter!