Hi everyone! I know this is really late (great start already, huh?) but I've been super busy cleaning and cooking all day. This has been the first time I've gotten two consecutive minutes to think all day, and I'm tired. XP Anyways, I'm posting so there. I'll see you on the 7th! OH! One more thing. If anyone has a problem with the author's note at the beginning, just tell me and I'll take it down and put it at the beginning of this chapter. I just think it's really important for you all to know what's going on here. That's it, I swear! ON WITH THE STORY!

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Ed munched quietly on his apple as his boyfriend of almost a week now graded the quizzes his class had taken that morning. Thankfully, his entire class had bought his excuse of getting English tutoring over his lunch break, as had his teacher and the hall monitor. But that was probably due to the hall pass Roy had written out earlier that day. Ed was slightly curious why no one asked how exactly one would go about being tutored in English, but he decided not to question it too much.

Unfortunately, Roy was too busy crushing people's dreams with giant red X's to pay him much attention, leaving him to go to his fall back routine he'd had since the first day of school: staring at his teacher.

Well, his hand at least.

Unbeknownst to Roy, Ed had a silent but furious battle going on in his head as he practically glared at the large, pale left hand sitting uselessly on a stack of graded papers, most of which had failing grades.

We are dating now, Ed thought to himself, inching his flesh left hand towards Roy's. Surely it would be all right.

But what if he thinks it's girly? another part argued. At that Ed wrinkled his nose and retreated back.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

But what if it's not?

And so continued his thoughts as they had for the past ten minutes. Advancing and retreating. Advancing and retreating. Finally, on what could possibly have been his eighth round, he scowled and gritted his teeth. Who gives a damn what the bastard thinks? he growled to himself before grabbing the object of his attention in a firm grasp. Roy looked up in surprise, and Ed glared off up and away, flushing madly. He offered no explanation for his actions, but made no effort to release his prisoner. He turned a shade darker when Roy gently squeezed his hand.

Roy chuckled quietly to himself. He was wondering when that midget would pluck up the courage to do something.

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