Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Locket ❯ Indecisive ( Chapter 7 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Chapter seven

Sighing softly, something's just never turn out the way she wanted. It wouldn't be the first time, but she wished things would take a different toll. It's Valentine's Day: a day shared by couples. “Instead I get one interruption, and I'm not sure what else to expect.” Winry mumbled to herself, closing the toolbox that she had been rummaging in, and lifted by the handle.

Sometimes she wished that the interruption never existed, but what was she to do? Just ignore someone who was considerably kind to her? Yes, that's exactly what she should've done. It was too late now, and sometimes she wondered if she was leading James on in anyway. It wasn't like she didn't like him, but just not in an intimate matter. In that area, she wasn't particularly interested, and she's not sure if she ever will be. Winry didn't like toying with others' feelings, so maybe it was time to break it down nice and easy.

How was she going to do that? She had absolutely no idea, but it had to be done. Just when she was about to exit the garage, she took a step back and expressed her bewilderment.

“James!”

“Hey, I was just checking to see what's taking you so long. It was pretty much a dead crowd out there.”

`Why am I not surprised? Oh, yeah, there's nothing about Ed that'd make him so silent.' Winry thought while glancing off to the side, soon finding herself in a reverie.

Flashback

“I'm not drinking it.” That was Edward's voice when he heard Winry tell him to drink his milk. Sometimes she wondered what Edward's real age was. Even at ten years old, the duo still found entertainment within each other.

“Yes you are!” She pointed at him, “And I'll force it down if I have to!”

At that, Edward shot up and grabbed the oaken chair and lifted it so the chair's legs were jabbing in Winry's direction. “How are you going to do that without choking me to death in the process!” His overreaction would've been funny if Winry wasn't furious at the boisterous Alchemist in front of her. “If it doesn't kill me with its poison that comes from only the inside of a cow!”

“It's not poison! And I can prove it!” Winry shouted while snatching the milk into her own hands. Edward lowered the chair cautiously while the blonde female brought it closer to her lips. Just before she could take a sip, Edward threw the chair aside and snatched it from her hands and chucked it into the sink. “What the hell are you trying to do?” He huffed, infuriated at Winry's `reckless' behavior.

“I was trying to prove something so you'd get over this stupid fear!”

“You almost poisoned yourself!”

“It was poison you idiot! It's just a beverage, something that helps you grow-“

“Don't say it.” Edward glared at her viciously, but Winry continued nonetheless.

“Tall!” She exclaimed.

“I'm not short!”

“Yes you are! And you always will be!” Winry smirked and slowly backed away as if Edward was about to blow. Once he charged at her, Winry whirled around and started running away as fast as her legs can handle. A laugh emitted from her throat as she ran: Edward was just so childish sometimes, and it made the day more amusing and enjoyable.

End of Flashback

“Winry? Are you okay? You kind of spaced out.”

Winry woke up mentally, widening her eyes slightly with surprise but then immediately calmed herself, “Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered that I needed to do something.” She told him with an unsure look in her eyes before she tried walking around him. Reacting, James grabbed her wrist and Winry instinctively whirled around to face him.

“Wait, um, is there anything I can help you with?”

Winry instinctively pulled out of the gentle grip, “No, I'm fine.” He was so sweet sometimes, and it reminded her of Al, but Al handled things differently. She knew James' attitude, and it can get out of hand when something irritates him. The blonde ignored that concept whenever it came to Edward since it was just natural between two friends of the opposite gender to have different views on similar subjects. Turning her back on him, she walked stiffly out of the garage, and James didn't do anything to stop her.

He had a feeling that Edward meant something to Winry, but he knew that it's a possibility that it's more than a friend. This made him somewhat down, but he was brought back up when he came to terms that it might not be true. A small smile came on his lips: he still had a chance!

“Hey, you.” It wasn't Winry's voice: it was Edward's. “Whatever your name is.”

“What is it, Ed?” He wondered if it was the tone of his voice that made a spark fly within the other man's amber irises: or maybe it was the fact that he had the ability to remember someone else's name.

“Resembool isn't much when it comes to entertainment, so let's spar. You and me.” Edward didn't give him any options, and it was clear that he meant every word. The Alchemist shifted his weight to his left foot so that he was no longer leaning against the wall.

“Are you sure? I don't want to tear up a rookie.” James challenged.

`Rookie?' Edward wanted to laugh. James wasn't much to look at: his muscular form was moderate and not at all amusing. “We'll spar outside.” He said coolly, not even taking the winter weather in consideration. A smirk deepened on Edward's features as he led James to spar:

`Rookie, huh?'