React and Interact

Pairing: Ed/May (romance)

Anonymously requested by "Luke."

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"IN THE NAME OF LORD MEGAZOMEE, I WILL DEFEAT YOU!" Ed crowed, mashing the buttons of an already abused game controller in quick succession.

"Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?" May shouted in return, turning her own controller this way and that, as though it would further exert her whims over the character on the screen.

The two sat there in a state of intense concentration hitherto unknown to them, May's tongue poking out from between her lips in focus and Ed glaring darkly at the screen as they each tried to beat the other's score. Onscreen zombies groaned and squelched in equal parts as they were destroyed in the pair's rampage of undead-genocide. The occasional explosion sounded off, followed by a whoop of triumph from whomever had managed to blow up 12 zombies in one go with a rocket launcher.

Time was ticking down as their respective kill numbers clicked up until, finally-

"OH, YEAH!" Ed thrust his hands in the air as the game declared him the winner by 50 zombies.

May scowled and dropped her controller on the floor beside her.

"I am victorious!" The boy continued, hopping up from his cross-legged position to dance in front of the TV screen.

"Hmph."

The victory celebration came to a halt and May's huff. "Aw, May, what's wrong?" Ed asked, cocking his head.

"This game sucks!" May declared, turned away from Ed's questioning gaze with a scowl.

Ed gasped. "You take that back! Apocalyptic Zombie Fighters 7 is the best!"

"Nuh-uh! You always beat me! I've never won at that dumb game!" The blonde sniffed, kicking a leg out at the gaming console.

"Aw… but I can't help it, May! I am good at it." Ed pleaded, flopping back down on the carpet next to his girlfriend.

"Well, be less good at it, then! Can'tcha let me win just once?" May turned and batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly at the tall boy, "Pleeeease, Big Ed?"

"Awww… Do I have to?" Came his whined reply.

"Yes!" May insisted fiercely, jabbing him in the side with her index finger before conceding, "If ya do… I'll make you some puddin'."

Ed's gasp was delighted this time. "You're on!"

He hadn't done more than taken them back to the start screen before May leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "Thanks, hon."

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Words: 387

A/N: Takes place in a later timeframe; say, high school or so