I was right; Ed did have a freakishly large appetite. He orders ten different dishes! How the heck is he not fat?! As for me, I only ordered half a dish. I wasn't a big eater, but still; don't you think that's a little too much!? And he orders an assortment of things. Fries, steak, seafood, soup, and the list goes on and on. I only have a freaking half sandwich! And he's scarfing it down like it's the last thing he's going to eat. Al is, literally, sweet dropping next to me. (You can see the tear drop too! Cool!)
"Hey Edward?" I ask as he looks up with a mouth full of food, "how can you still eat?! You've finished, like, five freaking plates already!" He shrugs in response, going back to eating. I take a sip of the chocolate milk I ordered.
Ok, I admit I got it just to disgust Ed, but I also in truth love chocolate milk! It gives you energy and it tastes like heaven! Ed cringes slightly seeing what I was drinking. "What? You don't like chocolate milk?" I smirk at him.
"It's revolting…" he murmurs, taking slower bites. I've always wanted to say this him…
"No wonder you're so short." And that did the trick.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT!" he rages, standing up in the booth the best he could. You know those situations where it's really funny to see people in them but you would be so embarrassed if it was you. Well, that's one of those times. I shrink back into my seat, seeing the stares that people were giving us. Ed looks around too and sits back into his own seat. Al just kind of face palms, already used to this kind of humiliation. The rest of our dinner was eaten in silence, and I felt so relieved once we got out of there.
"So…now what do we do?" I ask as we walk back towards the hotel.
"Do you want to go shopping?" Al asks. I look at him with disgusted. I Hate Shopping! Almost as much as I hate science. Seeing this look, Al quickly explains. "No, that's not what I meant! I noticed that you didn't have any clothes in your bag so I thought you needed some!" He frets, waving his arms In front of his helmet.
"Oh, ok. Just one problem…I don't have any money," I explain to them. Ed reaches into his pocket, like he just remembered something.
"Here," he says as he throws me a smallish bag, "This is for you." Curious, I look inside and was that…money? I couldn't tell cause I never seen this kind of money before.
"Are these chocolate coins or something?"
"What? No, it's money. You can thank Mustang…" He spits out his name in disgusts.
"Ok, I guess if you guys want to…" I trail off, slightly embarrassed that I have to go shopping with them.
"I'm actually going to get us train tickets to East City. You go with her Al," he walks off in a random direction and leaves Al and I standing there watching him, confused
"Shall we go?" he asks. I nod my head and follow Al deeper into the city. This is going to be a blast…whoopee flippin doo….
"Hey…" I ask after we've walked for a bit.
"Yes?" Al responds, his voice bouncing around in his armor.
"Um..well…" I was really embarrassed to ask this, "Could you help me with counting the money? I've never seen this kind of money before…" I could tell he was smiling even if he couldn't do it physically. It's like it was rolling off of him.
"Yeah, of course! " he exclaims, opening the door to a store for me. It wasn't a horrible shop that consists of all pink; actually it almost seems like my kind of store. It reminded me of Hot Topic, with tee shirts lining the wall and little knick-knacks all over the place. I quickly walk over to a rack of tee's, looking through each tee for something my style. "I thought you didn't like shopping," he comments, coming over to stand by me.
"Well it depends on what I'm shopping for," I reply, picking up a black tank top and holding it up to myself. I pick out a few more, with some jeans in the pile. We walk up to the cashier, but something catches my eye. A pair of long gloves with the fingers cut off. You know what, I actually really need these. When we were walking around trying a find a hotel, I thought I was going to burst. It was so hot, but I couldn't take off my jacket at the risk of Ed and Al finding the fragments in my arms. So these would be perfect.
"Hey Al, hang on a sec…" I tell him, picking up the gloves to examine them.
"You like those?" he asks, looking over my shoulder. I hold it up to my still sleeved arm, seeing the length towards the bottom of my elbow and see that it had studs on the knuckles giving the impression of brass knuckles.
"Yeah, is it expensive?" I show him the price tag and he shakes his head.
"Nope, they're actually really cheap." We pay for everything and start back to the hotel. It was dusk, and the street lamps start to flicker on as people head for home.
"Thanks Al. I really appreciate it," I say to him as we enter the hotel.
"No problem, glad to help," He replies as we climb the stairs to the fourth floor. We enter the room to find Ed sitting on the couch going through my stuff! My things litter the floor and bed, pieces paper scatter the floor and couch.
"Dude!" I yell at him. He lets my duct tape fly in the air and snaps his head up. "What the hell!?"
"I uh…" He starts, but unable to finish his sentence.
"Brother! That's rude!" Al says in a lecture sort of tone.
"Yeah what he said!" I exclaim, snatching my bag from him. "What did you do?!"
"I don't know! But your box thing said it was 'locked out for an hour'."
"What! You tried to hack into my IPod?!"
"Actually, I did that to most of them…"
"Edward!" I was ready to clock him in the face. Standing there, my fist shakes in anger and I was sure my face was red.
"Did you get the train tickets?" Al asks, coming in between us. Looking up at him, Ed scratches his check while sweet dropping.
"The what…?" he asks.
"Ed!"
"So you just wanted to get away me so you could go snooping through my bag!" I yell at him.
"Ok I admit it! I wanted to see if your bag would tell me anything about you!" He yells while throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.
"You know what," I jab him in the chest glaring at him; "I was planning on telling you everything later but now I can't trust you!" the look he gave was pretty comical, but I was too mad to care. I wasn't so low as to dig through peoples stuff for information! I really didn't know what to do after that yelling fit, so I just stand there glaring at him; and he glares right back at me.
"Hey Ed, why don't you go get the train tickets?" Al suggest, pulling us gently apart.
"Fine." He growls as he storms to the door and slams it shut. I stand there, looking at the door. Why did I say those things? Ed has every right to be distrustful of me. I look down at the mess and start picking it up; with Al leaning down helping me.
"You ok Bree?" Al asks, putting a hand on my shoulder as I put papers in my French folder. I look up at him with a fake smile after packing everything up.
"Yeah, I was just mad. But I think I'm going to take a shower or something." I say to him, taking my new clothes into the shower while throwing my jacket onto the bed; making sure he didn't see the things in my arms. Closing the door and running the shower, I slump down against the door frame. That was very…intense. I don't think I've ever yelled like that to someone before. It felt eccentric, relieving, and guilty all wrap into one. It felt good to yell and be angry but I felt awful for yelling at Ed like that. Haven't even known him one day and I'm already screaming bloody murder at his face. I take a big breath then let it out slowly. Maybe getting into a shower and clean clothes would help me cool myself down.
After taking my clothes off, I finally noticed how dirty they are… and how much they smelled. My shirt had a layer of dust on it, making dust clouds every time I shook it. My pants were also the same way. I was lucky that my cap was saved from most of the dirt. And once I got in and let the water run over my body, I watch all the dirt swirl down the drain. Wow, this is almost as bad as that summer camp I go to in the Rocky Mountains. Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off and get into a black tank top, another pair of jeans, and my gloves. Now I don't have to get dressed tomorrow! Ha! I self consciously reach for the moisturizer cream to remember that I'm not home and that I don't need it. I look more closely at the face in the mirror. Sharp cheek bones, brighter eyes, and perfect skin; that's not me. I slap myself a couple of times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I open the door silently to find the room dim and quiet. I look around and saw a lump on the bed. Ed…so I guess I get the couch! And it's going to be cold… I grab my jacket off of the couch and shrug it on; lying down on the couch. And what really surprised me was that I almost immediately fell asleep.
I was standing in a dark room. There was nothing around me, just blackness.
"Hello?" I call out, turning around in a circle. Then, a bright light suddenly fell onto me. I shield my eyes from the sudden light, peering around me looking for anything. Then I saw them, Liana and her father. Their faces were burnt with skin peeling off showing the reddish muscles of their faces. Most of their clothes have holes in random places, also showing scalded muscles. In a blink of an eye, there were more people looking just like them. Anywhere ranging from kids to old people, they all surround me. Their red eyes bulge out of their heads in rage...And was it towards me.
"Why did you kill us?!" They all hiss in unity. Kill them?
"I didn't kill all of you! Only two!" I yell at them, defending my case. The light flickers out, still showing their bright red eyes. Their anger intensified, and they all lunge at me, tearing skin and hair. They rip my eyes out with a sickening pop, severing the retina. But I didn't scream nor did I resist. It was like someone poured water into me and froze it. No pain came, but I did hear every crunch, break, and pop from them tearing me apart. Blood splatters their faces, dripping down onto my own. I wish I could scream at them to stop, to listen to what I had to say. Then, there was a nauseating feeling in my chest. And was that… my beating heart in Liana's hand? They open my mouth and stuck inside, closing my mouth afterwards. I felt it explode inside me as I was finally about to scream…
Someone was shaking my shoulder, and I snap awake. I look up to the cold armor of Alphonse, with him carrying a blanket. I sigh in relief, sitting up to face him. It was only a dream…a dream…
"Hey…What are you doing?" I ask, yawning and noticing that I was drenched in sweat…Ew...
"You looked like you were cold so I got a blanket for you," he replies, handing me the soft cloth.
"Oh…Thanks." I was the one who usually getting people stuff, not the other way around. It made me smile.
"So what were you dreaming about?" he asks, sitting on the floor next to the couch.
"A nightmare."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I was slightly taken aback about at this. Don't get me wrong, I know that Al's a nice guy and all. But in my world it seemed like nobody really cared about how I feel about certain things. Only Kate listened to me; not my parents, other friends, and my brother was never there since he moved out already. I never expressed my feelings to anyone but Kate.
"Naw, that's ok. I'm over it," we sat in silence for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts I guess.
"But you're not over it," he suddenly whispers to me. I flinch. He was right, of course. The images of all those people's faces flash in my mind. I shake my head slightly.
"No, trust me, I'm ok."
"Why won't you tell us the truth?!" He angrily whispers, looking at me. There wasn't really anything to say to that. But he was demanding the truth in a forceful way that he rarely uses. And it kinda scared me.
"Because I'm scared…" I whisper, bringing my knees to my chest. And that was the truth. I was scared to death. Of rejection, of changing the story line if I say something indicating a scenario, and the feeling of failing people I care for. What if I do something stupid so I won't get to go back home? What if I accidently kill Edward and Alphonse? What if I can't help get Al's body back? What if I mess up everything for them?
What if?
It's like my world is revolving around that one simple phase.
There were a few minutes of silence, Al taking in what I said to him.
"Will you tell us the truth eventually?" He asks, softer from his previous tone of voice.
"One day, when the time is right, I will. And that's a promise."
A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I HAVEN'T HAD ANYTIME TO WRITE! I went to Orlando last week and i didn't bring my laptop. So i didn't have any time to write. But here i am again! Yeah!
So i hope that you guys like this chpater. I wrote the dream scene at like 2am. Man my mind can get screwed up... But i think it got a clear message across.
What's happening to Bree? Why is she having messed up dreams? Is it the stone? I'll have more chapters up soon i promise!