"Mikey, Mikey baby, wait. You forgot to give me a kiss."

The boy with the blonde hair stopped walking and turned around, a grin on his face. He cocked his head to the side, opening his arms wide. The girl with brown eyes had a sweet, curling smile on her lips; she skipped to him lightly, as if floating, and put her hands lightly on his shoulders. She brushed her mouth against his. He slid his arms around her waist. "Sorry," he said. "You know I can always wait a few moments for you, Becca."

"I know you can. You have to, otherwise I'd be long gone. I need somebody's kisses to stay alive, Mikey, love. And yours are the best." He kissed her full on the lips, as passionately as he could, to show her without words exactly how he felt away her. She pulled away and laughed a little, pushing away from him. "Go, go. You'll get fired if you're too late."

"I don't care about that. I'd rather stay here with you. I'd quit that job for you, you know. In an instant."

Something flashed across Becca's face, but he didn't see. He was too obsessed with the gentle curve of her jaw, the wide, round arc of her eyelids. "Michael," she said, that smile suddenly appearing on her face again. "Go!"

She pointed towards the door, he rolled his eyes and laughed. "Whatever you say," he told her. "Whatever you say, darling. I'll be back soon." He started towards the door, but then he paused and turned around. "Becca," he said. "How about I buy you something nice tomorrow? I'm getting my bonus tonight."

Something shone in Becca's eyes. "Don't be silly," she sighed. "You need that money."

"I'll buy you that scarf from that store on Main Street. The one you pointed out to me."

"Oh, Mikey, you don't really remember that, do you?"

"Of course I do. Of course."

She smiled sheepishly. "You're too good to me."

"Look who's talking, Becca. My beautiful Becca."

She waved her hand. "Go, you fool."

With one last grin, he disappeared out of the door. Her face fell instantly. She rubbed her cheeks, massaging the muscles. It hurt to smile too much. She yawned. No sleep last night, she'd been too busy with Michael. She should nap. She meandered into the kitchen, where Roy was reading the paper, while Riza washed dishes from breakfast. Margaret also sat at the table, chatting away, Shauna beside her, hanging onto her every word. "The short hair, I just don't understand it. What kind of woman wants to look like a boy? Long hair is beautiful, long hair like mine. What do you think, Shauna? Do you ever want to cut your hair?"

Eyes shining, Shauna shook her head and began to open her mouth to reply, but Becca cleared her throat loudly, and instantly everyone's eyes slid towards her. Riza put the last dish away. They all stared at her, a sort of crackling electricity running through the room. For a moment, she basked in the attention; lately, when she appeared, they couldn't help but look at her, to frown slightly, to glare, and, in Margaret's case, to snarl at jealously.

"I think," announced Becca delicately, "that I will take a nap."

Silence. Then Roy looked back at his newspaper. "Sleep well."

She blinked, staring at him. She had expected more. "I will," she replied caustically. "After all, it isn't like I slept much last night…"

"Mmm."

His lack of a response bothered Becca. She hesitated, searching for words. Then she said, "It's very cold in Michael's room, by the way. You need to get that boy some better blankets, we were freezing."

Sounding unimpressed, Margaret interjected, "Are your innuendos going to stay this harmless, Becca, or should I cover Shauna's ears now?"

"Hey," whined Shauna.

Becca didn't even shoot a glare Margaret's way; instead she smiled sweetly at Roy. "Did you hear me?"

Roy sighed and put down the newspaper on the table, turning to her. "Rebecca," he said seriously. "What do you want me to say?"

She was a little taken aback by this. She knew exactly what she wanted him to say, but she would never tell him. "Oh, nothing," she said airily. "I just think you should be very clear about where Mike and I stand."

"From the way you've been talking, the two of you have done very little standing-"

"Margaret," said Roy, silencing the other girl. Pouting slightly, she turned away, so she wouldn't have to look at Becca anymore. Shauna copied her movements almost exactly. Roy went back to his paper. "You can do what you want, Rebecca. I'm not your father; I can't stop you."

She gritted her teeth a little, frustrated. Then she swept her hair back and smirked. "Good," she said. "You wouldn't be able to, anyway."

She turned and as she stalked away, Margaret called, "Oh, and Becca!"

Becca turned. "What?"
"Winnie wanted to talk to you. She seemed upset. Probably because of all the noise you and Michael were making last-"

"If I have to tell you to be quiet one more time, Margaret-"

"Fine, fine, Roy. I'm done."

Becca turned and walked away, her head held high. Winry. Winry. They hadn't spoken in a while, but Becca had seen the way Winry had looked whenever she saw Becca with Michael. She knew that Winry didn't approve. She knew, in fact, that Winry hated the fact that her brother was seeing Becca. Selfish girl. Winry was just jealous that Becca was getting all of the attention now. Oh, what a bitch. What a cute little angry bitch.

Becca went back to her own room and sat down on her bed. She trailed her fingers along the bed. Her body was crying out to her, begging for sleep, but she didn't want to sleep. She had so much more to do.

The door opened. She looked around, her big brown eyes open as wide as she could manage. The woman standing in the doorway looked so like the man Becca had just bid farewell to. Becca smiled, a sickly sweet grin. "Winry, dear," she said, "sit down, please."

"No."

"Stand if you like, I don't mind."

Silence. A long pause. Winry was staring at her with narrowed eyes. "This is getting too serious, Becca."

"Serious?" asked Becca innocently. "What's getting serious?"

"You know what I mean."

"Do you mean your attitude? Because you're uncharacteristically serious, Winry. You have been for a while. It's my fault, isn't it?" Becca's chin trembled slightly, but it was an obvious joke and then Becca laughed. "Your brother is very nice to me, Winry."

"Of course he is. He's in love with you."

Becca laughed again, but it was higher now, more genuine. It rang through the room, resounding in Winry's ears. "Love?" she shrieked, delighted. "Do you really believe in love, Winry?"

Winry's expression darkened. "Yes," she said defiantly. "I do."

Becca stood up. She strutted right up to Winry, and took her hand. "Winry, my dear," she sighed, holding her hand tightly. "You're so like your brother."

She pulled her hand away. "You're right about that, Becca," she said, fire burning in his eyes. "And you know what else? I care about him, Becca. And I know you far better than he does. And I know that once he stops buying you things, you'll throw him away like the piece of trash you think he is."

"Well," said Becca mildly, "he's a very attractive piece of trash."

"I can't let you do this," hissed Winry. "I can't watch you hurt him like this. He'll be devastated."

"Devastated? I'm flattered."

"Shut your stupid trap and listen to me, Becca. Listen to me. You're going to tear him apart. You're going to kill him."

"Don't be stupid," replied Becca, rolling her eyes, getting a little irritated now. "Broken hearts aren't fatal, love."

"They might as well be," spat Winry. "For all the pain they cause."

A short silence. And then Becca said calmly, "As if you would know." Smirk. "You've never even been with a man, Winry. You have no idea, do you? And that makes you jealous."

"I would know," breathed Winry. "I would know, Becca. I know what it feels like, to love someone who will never love you back."

"Oh, please," said Becca, making a face. "By all means, tell me your little story about how your wittle heart was broken as a child. It's not like they're ever true, anyway."

"Becca," said Winry. "Becca."

Becca looked Winry straight in the face, challenging her, asking her to keep arguing. "What?" she whispered, her face less than an inch away from Winry's.

The blonde haired girl leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to Becca's.

Becca was instantly halfway across the room. "What the hell?" she asked furiously, her fingers at her lips. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Winry just looked at her. Her clear blue eyes were shimmering slightly in light of the single, naked lightbulb in the room. She lowered her gaze, unwilling to let Becca see the tears forming in her eyes.

"You're right about one thing," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the floor. "I'm jealous. I am so jealous of him, Becca."

And she turned on her heels and fled the room.

Becca stood there for a long, long time, her fingers resting gently on her thin lips.

For the first time she could remember, she had no idea what to do.

I noticed recently that no one pointed out how Winnie clearly feels about Rebecca. Since about chapter 10 I've been hinting at this, because in my mind it makes sense. Rebecca's so good at making people fall in love with her, gender doesn't even matter.

This isn't taking a stab at Winry. EdWin is legit and canon and remember, Winnie also falls for Ed in this story. I just think she's so bitter because she knows how it feels like, to be played by Becca.

Like I said, next chapter soon. For now, I'll leave you with this.