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Nothing Out of the Ordinary

Al got home around six in the afternoon the next day. Ed and I were so happy to see him when he walked through the door. He said it was 'just a little business trip.' He was tired though, and said he had gotten about only three full hours of sleep last night. I told him I would make something good to eat for dinner, but all Alphonse wanted to do was sleep.

"Hey Win, mind if I jus' nap in your room for a few hours?" Al asked with a sheepish grin. Why did he want to sleep in my room? My guess was he wanted a few hours by himself to get as much sleep as possible since we had work tomorrow, and didn't want to sleep with his brother who kicked, groaned and talked in his sleep. As much as I wanted him to get some rest, and as happy as I was that he had returned home safely, that comment slightly ticked me off.

"Uhh, sure Al." I said turning my head towards him from the kitchen as I scrubbed a plate in the sink. I saw Ed had peeked up from his book he was reading on the couch.

"Ahh, thank you. Wake me up if I'm still out of it when you want to go to sleep, ok Win?" I guess it was ok. I nodded and he closed my bedroom door behind him. Back to last night with Ed... Nothing seemed to have changed between us. We acted like nothing new had happened. I guess we hadn't argued the entire day, but other then that things went back to normal. And I have to say, with two people who have a temper as nasty as the two of us, that's hard to do... Well at least that was the case since we had been living on this side of the gate.

A short hour had passed by the time I finished washing the dishes. I wiped my hands and walked over to Ed, who was at this point, very interested in his book. His face was dug into it, as he read each word slowly making sure he understood every sentence. He didn't even notice me sit down on the couch, in my spot. I looked straight ahead; Our walls had been painted a grey-ish color, but the paint had been peeling at he corners. There was a huge dent in the middle of the wall, next to our window that had been there since we moved in. We didn't have a carpet, but we did have wooden floors. They might actually look like we paid for them, but because they were so old and dull, it gave the apartment a 'ratty' kind of look. I was surprised when Ed broke the silence.

"Hey Winry, can you get me a glass of water?" I looked at him strangely.

"Um, sure... Why?"

"I feel like I am going to pass out." I jumped up.

"Again?! What's wrong, it's not thathot in here." He had put down his book, and closed his eyes taking deep breathes. With out waiting for an answer, I obeyed him running to the sink and fetching him a cold glass of water. I handed it to him, grabbing it out of my hand, chugging almost the entire glass down his throat. I waited until he was done before I asked again. I gave him the 'what-the-heck-is-wrong-with-you' look, as he took another deep breath before answering.

"I don't know what happened, I just felt kind of short of breath. I'm alright though, thanks Winry." He said picking up his book again. Did he really just recover from whatever just happened that quickly? I decided it must of been a reaction from his auto mail. Not too long ago, he said it was bothering him. Sometimes I saw that with people, small reactions.

"Ed, are you sure? Do you want more water or something?" He shook his head 'no' not taking his eyes off the book. I quickly lost interest in him, when I realized I had become really tired. The three of us liked going to bed early, and it became a habit. It was only seven, but on week days and even the weekends, it just gave us a few more hours to sleep since we had nothing better to do. Usually, the lights were out, the latest 8:30.

"I'm going to go wake Al, I'm tired." It looked like Ed was pretty exhausted too, all the excitement from Al coming home and everything, but he was too interested in his book.

"Nah, don't wake him. Jus' sleep in my room, I've got the couch." I decided not to argue with him, even though the couch wasn't comfortable compared to the warmness of a bed.

"Ok. Thanks, Edward." He waved his hand up telling me it was fine. I did like Ed and Al's bed a lot better then my own. My bed was a mattress on the floor, when they had a huge thing with a head and foot board. I closed the door, as I pulled my shirt off dropping it on the floor, along with my bra. I opened Ed's draw and grabbed a huge black tee shirt, slipping it over my thin body. My pants slid down onto the floor, as I used his shirt as a night gown. I curled up between the covers on the left side of the bed, starring at the ceiling. Their room was much bigger, and more comfortable then my own. I never really looked around it, or took the time to notice. The sun was just setting, so it was still pretty bright outside. I loved this time of the day, it was just more enjoyable to fall asleep like this then in the pitch black. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in; It smelled like Ed. This must be the side he slept on, and Al must of slept on the right. The smell reminded me of last night... And after having another moment to admire his scent, I realized I liked it. It smelled like Ed, a smell I could never describe. Their wasn't even a scent of oil from his mail, or sweat from sweating during a nightmare... Just a clean smell. Edward. I rolled on my side facing away from the middle of the bed, and drifted off into a heavy slumber.

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