(A/N: Yo! Chibi-Sen1124, here. I'll make this a/n short. I think I'm making Ed real cheesy. What do you guys think?
Namindu, I'm making them about 16-17. By the end of this story , they should be 21. Still undecided about that though.
fullmetalpassion, Sorry. I haven't gotten the chance to let Ed and Winry smooch yet. But they'll be plenty of that in future chapters. Don't you worry.
BluezebraAFHS, thanks you so much for this idea. Hopefully, it's just as you imagine it. Your reviews are golden.
To all my followers, new and old, you guys are sweethearts! Enjoy!)

Ed placed his spoon inside the empty bowl, satisfied with himself. He had eaten two servings of Granny's stew. He slumped down on his chair and rubbed his belly.

"As always Granny, that was delicious." He looked at the small lady sitting in front of him. She looked up at him with her small eyes and smiled.

"Complimenting me? Why, that's rare." Ed frowned at her.

"I can compliment people. I'm not conceited, you know." Winry snorted and Al gave Ed a Suuuuuure kind of look. Ed just rolled his eyes at them.

"If you say so, Ed." Granny slurped her stew quietly. Ed banged his hand on the table.

"Damn it, can't a guy give a compliment without being judged?" he yelled.

"Not if it's you, Ed." Winry said, next to him. He glared at her but she just kept eating her stew. He chugged the remaining water he had in his cup, grabbed his bowl and cup, and excused himself from the table.

"Winry, it's your turn to wash the dishes." Granny said to her. Al raised his hand as if he was in school.

"I don't mind doing them." he said. Granny shook her head.

"Winry has skipped out on her days to wash the dishes. She isn't busy right now, so she can wash them. But thank you for offering, Alphonse." Granny said. He smiled. She excused herself from the table. Al and Winry were the only ones left.

"Offering to do the dishes again, Al? What's gotten you so attached to doing dishes all the time?"

Al looked at his hands and grinned.

"The feel of the soap on my hands." Winry's heart clenched a little. It was moments like these she remembers that he went almost five years without feeling simple things like soap from washing dishes. It almost made her feel guilty that she took advantage of that all the time.

"Tell you what: How about you help me cut up some apples for an apple pie?" she said. His face lit up and suddenly, he looked like a little kid again.

"Sure! Just tell me how to do it." he said, already getting out of his chair. She chuckled and together, they cleaned up the table to start making the apple pie. Winry grabbed a few apples from the apple basket. She carefully took the cutting knife from the kitchen and the cutting board. Al followed her back to the dining room. She set everything on the table for him. Excited, he sat down and grabbed an apple. He took a bite out of it. Winry rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

"Okay. All you have to do is peel the skin with the knife. Once you're done doing that, cut the apple in half and cut that half into half. Simple, right?" Al nodded slowly. Winry decided it would be better to demonstrate it just in case he didn't understand her. After she was done, Al looked a lot more confident about how to do it.

"I got it. Should I do all of them?" he asked her, pointing at all the apples on the table. She nodded and grabbed one of the apples. She took a bite out of it and headed into the kitchen to begin washing the dishes.

LINE BREAK YO!

Ed walked inside the dining room to find Al cutting up some apples.

"Hey, Al. What-um- what are you doing?" Ed sat down in the chair next to Al. He grabbed one of the slices and shoved it into his mouth before his brother could complain. Al huffed and moved the plate of apple slices on the opposite side of where Ed was sitting.

"I'm cutting up some apples for apple pie. Duh." Al said. Ed nodded and quickly swiped another slice from the plate.

"Brother, if you don't stop…" Al warned Ed. Ed raised his arms up in defense.

"Don't worry. I won't grab another." He looked into the kitchen to find Winry still washing dishes. Her back was toward him so she hadn't noticed that Ed was with Al. He looked back at Al.

"Am I really conceited?" Ed asked Al quietly. Al begin to laugh quietly, his shoulders shaking. He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.

"She got to you, didn't she?" Al asked him. Ed shrugged but his eyes said otherwise.

"Nah. You're a good person, Brother. And you think of others. Don't worry about what she said. She was just teasing." Al said, reassuring him. Ed didn't look convinced.

"But you would tell me if I was being conceited, right?" Al sighed.

"Yes, I would. But you're not." Ed breathed a sigh of relief. He ruffled his little brother's hair and headed into the kitchen, but not before he swiped another slice of apple.

Ed quietly crept into the kitchen. It amazed him to see that Winry hadn't noticed him come down from his room. He stopped mid-way when it looked like she was about to turn around. Ed was about to scare her until he heard her humming. He stopped, listening to the tune. He immediately recognized it as one the tunes his mother used to hum. A simple melody but the melody itself had a story. It was a tale of love. Ed couldn't stop the stupid grin from growing on his face. His heart was galloping inside his chest. Winry, you are going to be the death of me. He tiptoed behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She yelped.

"Dammit, Ed! You scared me half to death." she grabbed some of the soap spud from the dish and wiped it on his face. They both froze. Winry immediately regretted it.

"Ed…" she said carefully. He let go of her waist and grabbed handful of bubbles from the dishes.

"Wait!" he rubbed it on her hair, her ponytail coming undone. They both stared at each other and finally all hell broke lose. They began to throw bubbles from each other. At one point, they had to stop to create more bubbles. Ed began to laugh, still throwing bubbles at also began to laugh with him. but they didn't stop.

"What the…?" They both stopped to see Al, standing at the doorway with an apple in his hand. At that moment, they both realized they must have looked ridiculous with soap all over them and their hair drenched in water.

"Don't mind me. Just coming in to…" Al couldn't even make out the last word before his gegan to double over in laughter. He clutched his stomach and fell to the floor. Winry and Ed also began to laugh but for a whole new different reason. While Al lay on the floor, they both grabbed a handful of bubbles and threw it Al. Al stopped laughing and looked at the bubbles on his shirt.

"Oh, it is on."

In the end, Granny had to wash the dishes while everyone else cleaned up the war that had ensued in the kitchen.

(A/N: So, how was it? I think I could have done better. What do you guys think? Leave a review and tell me. Have an idea but you'd rather read it than write it? Leave the idea as a review or PM me. Or just review!)