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Best Friends and True Love 4
Best Friends and True Love
I Slept With Winry?!!!
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Wow, it's been a long time since I updated this story on this site. I'll be changing that now. I'll be sure to post the rest of this story and even some of my others if anybody's interested. Anyway, I really like this chapter and I hope you like it, too!
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I'd never liked Russell Tringham. He'd gone to the same middle school as me and Winry and he'd thought it would be funny to call me short. Nobody calls me short and gets away with it!
I wasn't short, he was just freakishly tall at the time. He towered over most of the guys in the school, I swear he did.
I knew exactly why he enjoyed calling me short. It was because I was always with Winry and he had a crush on her. It was painfully obvious that he did to everybody. The thing was that Winry's so blind that she's never caught on.
That's exactly the problem with us. I love her and she has no clue. I knew that Winry had seen me glaring at Russell a few times she'd been talking to him and I was thankful that she never questioned me about it.
What was I supposed to tell her if she did? 'Oh, I'm glaring because I'm in love with you and I'm jealous that you're standing there talking to another guy?'
There was no way I'm was going to tell her that!
I was only hostile towards Russell whenever Winry was involved and, of course, in gym class. Winry was always in there watching us so I couldn't let him beat me, could I?
So of course I beat him in basketball.
Plus, I had the satisfaction of being tall now so he couldn't call me short.
Nobody could call me shorty, pipsqueak, micro sized, half pint, or shrimp anymore, Winry included.
We were in my room sitting on my bed playing a video game. Her character was beating mine to a bloody pulp so I bumped her arm to distract her and give myself an advantage.
"Hey, no fair. That's cheating!" she said as she bumped me back.
I won the game and she picked up my pillow and hit me, seeking revenge.
"Is that all you've got?" I asked as I picked up a pillow and hit her back.
"Take that!" Winry said as she smacked me upside my head, hard.
My pillow struck her in the stomach while her next blow landed directly on top of my head.
She jumped off of my bed and ran across the room, holding up the pillow as if she were about to slice me with a sword.
I chased after her and she ran away, laughing the entire time.
I caught up with her and wrapped my arm around her waist, but she slipped out of my grasp easily and turned around and hit me again.
I managed to land a blow to the top of her head and then a couple more.
She laughed as she hit me again. Me, being tired of getting hit, used my pillow to knock her pillow out of her hands.
She squealed as I tackled her onto the bed. I began to tickle her. If there was one thing that I knew would make Winry give up, it would definitely be tickle torture.
"Stop Ed, stop!" she laughed as I tickled her sides.
"Not until you say please," I told her calmly as I continued the torture.
She was holding up better than usual. Usually she would've cracked under the pressure.
"Never," she said between laughs.
I couldn't reach her feet and if I went to tickle those, chances were that she would kick the living daylights out of me.
"Come on, just give up," I told her. She was laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe.
Suddenly she stopped laughing, as if she'd just realized something for the first time.
I stopped tickling her and then I finally realized what was wrong.
There she was laying on my bed and there I was laying right on top of her.
One of my legs was pinning one of hers while my right hand was holding me up next to her head. My left hand, however, was resting on her bare stomach since I'd ended up pushing her shirt up slightly while I was tickling her.
My mind told me to get up as fast as I could, to put some distance between us before I did something stupid, like kiss her.
My body, however, had other ideas. Before I could think about it, before I could stop myself, I brought my lips down over hers.
They were soft, warm, and inviting. I'd wanted to kiss her for so long, had needed to, and I finally had my chance.
What shocked me was the fact that she didn't try to stop me, that fact that she'd definitely returned the kiss the moment my lips touched hers.
Her fingers sank into my hair as I unconsciously pushed her shirt up more, touching her bare skin, savoring the feel of it.
I'd never felt this way before as I explored her mouth, felt her skin brush against mine. It was all perfect until…until…until I heard a very annoying beeping sound in the back of my mind.
I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting louder and louder. I opened my eyes and looked over at my alarm clock.
I smashed the button down and the annoying sound stopped. So it'd all been a dream? It was a damn dream?
What had happened? I faintly remembered getting beaten by Winry at the video game. After that we'd been watching a movie, some stupid chick flick.
That must've been when I fell asleep. That would explain why my TV was on and why I saw nothing on the screen but fuzz.
Apparently she must've fallen asleep, too, since her head was against my chest and my arm was wrapped around her.
Holding her there felt so good, so perfect, but I knew that we both had to wake up and go to school. I also knew that she definitely had to leave and sneak up to her room before her parents found out she'd stayed with me, at my house, in my bed all night.
Sure, we were best friends, but when a guy and a girl are alone in his room in his bed all night, people usually think it was anything but innocent.
Her breathing was so steady, so even. She looked so peaceful that I hated the idea of waking her up. Plus there was the fact that I didn't wake up every morning with her sleeping against me peacefully like that.
But in the end, the fact that there might be big trouble if somebody found us in there like that and if her parents went to her room and found her missing made me sit up.
"Winry," I said reluctantly as I shook her. "Winry, wake up."
She groaned slightly and I continued to shake her.
"Stop mom…I don't want to go to school…" she mumbled as she began to wake up.
"Winry!" I said a little louder this time.
Her eyes shot open and she looked up at me.
"Ed? Oh my gosh, did I fall asleep?"
"Yep," I said as I nodded.
"What time is it?"
I pointed at my alarm clock. She gasped and got up so fast that I could see a trail of dust!
"Oh no! I'm gonna be is so much trouble! What do I do? What do I do? What do I do??!!!!!!!" she panicked.
"Shh!" I said as I put my hand over her mouth. "First of all, you should be quiet! What of my parents come up here and find out? Or worse, what if Al comes in? He'd never let me hear the end of it!"
She nodded. I pulled my hand back and sat down on the edge of my bed. She sat down beside me.
"First of all," I said as I looked at her. "We have to figure out how to get you out of here. Al should be awake already and chances are that he'll come out of his room. My mom should be up making breakfast so she might see you. And my dad….oh no! Not my dad!"
The conversation he'd had with his father before echoed in his head. He shook his head to clear his mind of the embarrassing words.
"I could climb out of your window…And then I could climb up the tree in front of my room and get in through my window…" she said. "Are rooms are right next to each other."
I shook my head. "No, that wouldn't work. What if a neighbor were to look outside and see you climbing out of my window or if somebody drove by in a car?"
She sighed. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
I sat there for a couple of minutes before I came up with the best idea I could think of.
"I got it. It'll be dangerous, but we have to take the risk," I said, making it sound as if it were a life or death mission.
"So what's your bright idea?" she asked impatiently.
"Al may see you and my parents may see you, but if we're careful enough I may be able to sneak you out through the back door. From there, you run to the back of your house and use that tree to get into the utility room window."
"It's brilliant!" she said as she clapped her hands together.
I opened my door as quietly as I could and looked out into the hallway. Al was definitely awake, but luckily, I heard water so he was probably in the shower.
My mom was most likely in the kitchen and my dad might've been in the living room, so the second floor was free of danger.
"Come on," I whispered as I hurried her out of my door and closed it quietly behind her.
We walked silently down the hallway and made it to the staircase. I still didn't see any sign of anybody, but I was still cautious so I went down the stairs first.
"Oh crap!" I whispered as I saw my mom nearby. My dad would probably make some embarrassing remark. If my mom found us, however, she'd be furious!
I stood there silently and watched her. She soon went back into the kitchen. After a few seconds, I waved at Winry to come down. She hurried to my side as quickly and quietly as she could.
We hurried down the hallway and reached the last door on the right. That bathroom had another door and that door just happened to be right next to the back door.
"Come on," I whispered as I opened the door and locked it behind us.
I then rushed over to the other door and opened it, poking my head out. I didn't see anybody so we hurried over to the back door.
Right when we reached the door, I heard knocking on the bathroom door that I had locked.
"Hey, who's in there?" I heard my father say. "Ed, is that you?"
"Damn," I whispered. "It's my dad. You have to go. Look, chances are that nobody will see you since our houses are so close. Just run fast and don't make any noise when you're sneaking back in."
She nodded.
"You know, since you slept with me you're more obliged than ever to walk me to school," she said with a wink before she hurried out the door.
She left me there with my mouth wide open.
I slept with her, but not slept with her slept with her if you know what I mean. We were in the same bed, but nothing happened.
But the way she said it implied that it was the other kind of slept with. Even though she was only teasing me, I couldn't help the bright shade of red my face turned.
"Ed!" I heard my dad say again.
I closed the back door quietly and went back inside the bathroom, closing that door, too. Luckily enough, it didn't make a sound.
I flushed the toilet and turned on the water in the sink for a few seconds so I could sound convincing.
"Damn," I said as I unlocked the door and opened it. "Can't a guy use the bathroom in peace?"
"Took you long enough," he said. "And why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?"
I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
"Oh, I was watching a movie and I fell asleep in them," I told him. Hey, it was actually the truth. I only left out the fact that I fell asleep with Winry in my bed snuggled up against me.
"Wasn't Winry over last night? Did she get home alright?"
I stayed calm. After all, if I got flustered now he'd definitely know that something was up.
"Yeah. She made me watch some dumb chick flick with her and then she left. Speaking of her, I should go get ready for school so I can walk her there."
With that said, I quickly left and hurried upstairs. As luck would have it, Alphonse was just coming out of the bathroom.
"Morning brother," he said to me with a smile.
I didn't mean to ignore the way I did, but I rushed right by him and into the bathroom, closing the door in his face.
"Oh, morning Al," I call through the door.
As I undressed and stepped into the shower, I wondered if Winry had gotten home successfully.
I thought back to the dream I'd had. I never had dreams like that even though I'd had a couple of really good daydreams.
Was it the fact that she was sleeping right next to me that caused me to dream that? Whatever it was, it shocked the hell out of me.
As I grabbed the shampoo and poured some into my hand, I wondered if her lips were as soft as they had been in my dream, if they were just as warm.
Hey, I was a teenager. Didn't teenaged guys fantasize about the girl of their dreams? Of course a lot of them didn't have to fantasize because they'd already seen some action…
Best Friends and True Love 3
Best Friends and True Love
School
Chapter 3
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel before opening the door and closing it behind myself.
I didn’t really need a towel to enter my room since it was my own private bathroom, but I never knew when Ed might come in through my window and catch my off guard.
It had never happened before, but I didn’t want to take that chance.
Making sure my window was locked and the curtains were shut, I finished drying off and then got dressed.
It was Monday morning and I had to go to school today. I was a senior. Soon I’d be graduating and off to college.
And then…I might be separated from Ed…
I didn’t want that so I might have to force him to go to the same college as me…
I didn’t care if people found me unusual for it, but I wanted to become a mechanic. I loved to work on cars and other objects.
Ed always called me a “loser machine junkie” but I didn’t really care. He was a science geek in my opinion since he always got the highest grade in a science class.
We were in the same Chemistry class and he must’ve had a hundred in there while I probably had a B.
We walked to school every morning, my, Ed, and Al, at least when it wasn’t cold outside. On those days, however, we went in Ed’s car.
As I closed the front door behind myself, I saw them waiting for me at the bottom of the steps.
“And just where were you yesterday Alphonse?” I asked in a “mother hen” tone.
“Oh, some girl from school asked me to meet her yesterday. She asked me out but I told her no. After that I went home, but Ed wasn’t there and you were gone so I just hung out with dad all day.”
“Look!” I said as I pulled the wrench out of my backpack. “Ed bought this for me yesterday. Do you like it?”
“Gosh I. You make it sound like I bought you a new outfit and you’re showing it off. It’s a wrench, dammit, and you shouldn’t take it to school.”
“Ignore brother,” Al said as he put his hand over Edward’s mouth. “It’s nice, but it looks expensive.”
“It was expensive, but I should be worth it, right Alphonse?”
Al laughed nervously before nodding his head.
“Of course you’re worth it,” he said before offering me his arm. I took it and they walked ahead of Ed.
I looked behind us at Ed and stuck my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes.
We almost had the same schedule. The majority of our classes were the same so we saw plenty of each other, Ed and I.
As I sat in our first period class, Chemistry, I rubbed my forehead. I was getting a headache from this nonsense.
“I just don’t get it,” I said as I looked at Ed who had already finished his work. “I just suck at this. How in the world do you change this from grams to moles?!”
He laughed at me and grabbed my pencil. “Look,” he said as he pulled the paper closer. “It’s simple.”
“Easy for you to say,” I said as I glared at him. He ignored me.
“Look, this stuff is easy. If you don’t understand this, I know you won’t understand balancing equations when the teacher moves us on to that.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I already know that. I haven’t really understood anything in the class all year.”
“You mean you didn’t understand anything until I helped you, right? And now you have a B so you have nothing to complain about.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“Look here,” he began.
My mind trailed off. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying, really, I did. However, he looked so good today that I began to think about how hot he was yet again.
He hadn’t braided his hair today. Instead, he had it back in a ponytail. Even though yesterday had been really warm, this morning had been strangely cold. He’d worn his favorite red coat, but now he had it laying on the back of his chair.
Since he wasn‘t wearing the coat, I was thinking about the muscles he was hiding underneath the black short sleeved shirt he was wearing.
I loved it when he wore black. Black was definitely a good color for him.
“And then that leaves you with 131.2 moles of Cl, which is chlorine. Did you get that? You’re not listening, are you?”
“Hmm?” I asked faintly.
“Winry,” he said as he waved his hand in front of my face.
“Oh, hi Ed,” I said as I stopped playing with his ponytail, which I had no idea I’d been doing.
“I knew it. Winry, how do you expect to understand this when you don’t pay attention? I’m done helping you.”
I laughed at him and began playing with his ponytail again.
“I just got distracted,” I explained. “It won’t happen next time.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Distracted? Distracted by what?” he asked, curious.
I blushed and looked away. I couldn’t let him know that I’d been distracted my thoughts of him, could I?
“Nothing really. You’re right, I need to pay more attention.”
“Oh come on. You can tell me the truth,” he continued.
“Nope. That’s not gonna happen,” I told him as I avoided his gaze.
He would’ve continued to question me, but he was interrupted by our classmate, Noah.
“Hey Ed,” she said in her normal friendly and somewhat desperate tone. “Could you help me out with number five?”
“Yeah,” he told her as he grabbed her paper.”
Noah was nice enough, but she made me mad a lot. She had a crush on Ed, a huge crush, and she talked to him every chance she got.
I got tired of it. Whether he knew it or not, he was mine, and she would never have him! I would make her stop, but Ed didn’t know I was in love with him and since I knew he wasn’t in love with me, it’d only make things worse.
Instead, I grabbed his coat and rolled it up into a ball, burying my face in it and growling slightly under my breath.
Noah was an annoyance. I was jealous, I must admit. I was definitely jealous even though there wasn’t really anything to be jealous of. Still, though, I couldn’t help it.
I needed a nap and his coat would serve as my pillow. With my nose buried in the fabric, I couldn’t help but smell the scent that lingered on it.
‘It smells just like Ed,’ I thought absently as my eyes drifted closed.
Ed always smelled great. I don’t know if it was the soap he used, the cologne he wore, his shampoo, or what, but he always smelled good.
I was happy that I didn’t snore because I was knocked out within a few short seconds.
Ed soon woke me up by yanking on my hair and told me I’d better pay attention as he began to explain the work to me again.
I told him “good luck” before he started, but I paid attention anyway.
I was a good student, honest. I was on the honor roll, in fact. It’s just that sometimes Ed could be distracting without really trying.
By the time he shut his mouth, I did have a better understanding of it and I was able to finally finish my work by myself since he didn’t let me copy down his answers, that goodie two shoes…
And Noah was able to do her own work, thankfully.
When the bell rang, I was the one wearing the coat out of the classroom. It was too big for me, but I didn’t care. I wore his coat many times.
Whenever we got into water fights at his house I sometimes had to wear his clothes, anyway, so the coat wasn’t a big deal…
I grabbed onto his arm and hurried to my locker. His was right next to mine so I wasn’t inconveniencing him.
I got my book and closed my locker, putting the lock back on. Ed, however, had forgotten his combination again.
“Um…Winry,” he said, pointing at his lock. “A little help here?”
“Move aside,” I said as I grabbed the lock and unlocked it easily. “Really now, what would you do without me? You’ll never remember your combination.”
“I’d be lost without you,” he said sarcastically. “By the way, what is my combination?”
“Right twenty three, left two, and right eleven,” I replied as I grabbed his book and shoved it into his arms. “What do I have to do, tattoo it onto your forehead?”
But I loved the fact that he couldn’t remember his combination. I liked opening his locker for him. I felt as if he really needed me, as weird as that might sound.
Whenever I was absent from school he usually had to go to the office and have them tell him his combination or else see if Al remembered it. Sometimes, though, he got lucky and actually remembered it on his own.
As we walked down the hallway we noticed that there was a group of girls standing around Alphonse. Al looked like he wanted to get away, so I decided that I might have to chase them all away with a stick. But in my case, however, the stick would probably be my new shiny wrench.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ed said as he pushed me back. “You’re not going to threaten them.”
“I wasn’t going to threaten them,” I protested. “I was just going to tell them all that I had to speak to Al.”
He obviously wasn’t convinced by my answer since he went to help Al on his own.
“Hey Alphonse,” he said as he made his way through the crowd of girls. “I need to talk to you.”
“Well would you look at that?” Al said quickly, happy to see a way to get away. “It’s been nice talking to you ladies, but my brother needs me.”
I was happy that “operation: save Alphonse” was a success. What I wasn’t happy about, however, was the way that the girls eyes had shifted from gazing at Al to gazing at Ed.
They were looking at him like he was a tasty piece of meat or something. Sure, I imagine that I looked at him like that sometimes when he wasn’t paying attention, but that was okay for me to do. I didn’t like it when they did it.
Some of them I knew and they waved at me. The angry expression on my face shifted to a friendly one as I waved back and said a few nice words to the ones that I knew.
“Winry is so lucky,” I heard one of them say as we walked away. “She’s friends with Ed and Al. She even lives right next door to them!”
“If I lived next door to them, I’d be able to spy on them when they were coming out of the shower, getting dressed,…”
That last sentence was cut off as we turned the corner.
Sure I could do all of that. But I wasn’t some sick stalker…
Al was smart when it came to science, too. The both of them made me sick, yep, but I guess that deathly ill would be more like it.
Fifth period was a free period for me. I didn’t have a class to go to so I usually hung out in the gym and watched Ed and Al, who were in gym class.
Unfortunately, there were many other girls who had the same idea. I tried not to let that get to me since I was enjoying watching Ed playing basketball.
It made my day to see him running around in his gym clothes and dominating the court. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts, exactly what he usually wore.
Al passed Ed the ball and he raised his strong arms and shot it into the basket, winning the game.
Okay, with all of my talk about how hot Ed is everything else, you must think that I’m some lovesick puppy or something.
You might even be getting sick of me going on and on about his hotness. In that case, I‘m very sorry.
Anyway, much to my discontent, Noah also liked to spend this period in the gym. I imagine that the expression on her face probably resembled mine and I had no right to get angry since Ed wasn’t my boyfriend, but I couldn’t help it.
Ed and Al’s team ended up winning the game and they all went to the showers. I waited patiently for them to return, making small talk with Noah even though I didn’t like the fact that she liked Ed.
The gym teacher was also the Chemistry teacher. Izumi Curtis was one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen, yet she could also be very brutal.
Though I had to admit that she’d whipped the Elric brothers into pretty good shape.
Noah had been saying something about something and I wasn’t really paying attention to her when Ed and Al came out of the locker room and came to the bleachers.
“Hi Ed,” Noah said as they reached us. “Good game today.”
Okay, I didn’t really hate Noah. I’d always liked her except for when she was all over Ed. I don’t want to sound psycho or anything or hateful so I’ll admit to that. I actually thought she was beautiful and I loved the shade of her skin.
So if that makes me sound less mean, then good.
“Hey Noah,” he said. “Did you finish your Chemistry?”
She nodded.
“Yep. I think I did great on it, all thanks to you.”
“Here,” I said as I grabbed my brush and fixed Al’s hair, which had looked a little wild at the moment.
“Oh, thanks,” he said as he gave me a smile.
A few seconds later, Russell Tringham came over to me and we started talking.
He was a year younger than me, a junior like Alphonse, but we’d always been friends.
Ed looked at us out of the corner of his eyes and I could’ve sworn I saw him glare at Russell. As a matter of fact, I’d caught him glaring at him a couple of times when I we were talking.
I shrugged in confusion.
At the time, I had no idea what the look meant even though it should’ve been obvious. That glare obviously represented jealousy.
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