Ed and Roy, A Tale of Love

I Love Him

A/N: This one is to a certain friend of mine, who practically begged me to write this for him(he didn't have to beg for too long! XD). This is about this certain friend of mine, though I changed the names so he can uphold his reputation. Also, that friend who waits with us, hope you enjoy this, too!

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Edward knew he loved Roy. But he knew he would never tell Roy that to his face. At least, not yet. Oh, if he only knew.

Today was a Wednesday; a wet, rainy, humid day. In short, a bad day. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Edward got drenched on the way to the bus stop and missed the bus, which splashed puddle water on him as it drove off. When he finally got on the next bus it was overcrowded and Edward nearly fell twice.

When the bus stopped at Edward's stop, the back doors closed before he could get to them and though he yelled, 'Back door!', the bus driver didn't hear and continued on his route. Edward had to get off at the next stop and had to walk a long block in the rain, which caused him to be late for school by a few minutes. Drenched, Edward wearily swiped his ID card and gratefully walked into school.

But the bad luck didn't stop there. When Edward got to class, he was a bit out of breath (he had walked up four flights to get to class). He opened his book bag to pass in his homework and it was ruined, so he wouldn't get any credit for it. All his books and papers were wet and a pen of his had exploded, staining his drenched books. Luckily, his teacher took pity on him and said that he could make up the homework that night as long as he handed it in the next day.

School passed by slowly, time almost standing still. Finally, the bell rang as a signal that he was free to go. On his way downstairs, Edward crashed into someone and fell on his back. Thanking the heavens that he wasn't in the stairwell, he looked to see who he had bumped into and forgot to breathe.

Standing there was Roy Mustang, well, Roy. Roy hated the name Mustang. Anyway, Roy was standing there wearing a sweatshirt, black jeans, and a smile on his face. He extended his hand, which Edward took and got to his feet.

"You okay, Ed?" Roy all but laughed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Edward mumbled deeply embarrassed, yet happy that Roy had touched his hand.

"Okay, cool. See ya later then." Roy smiled and left Edward standing there, his heart hammering and his head in the clouds.

"Yeah..."

Edward continued on his way out of the school, noticing that it was no longer raining. However, Ed was daydreaming, remembering the feeling of Roy's hand in his own. Smiling, Edward got on the bus and went home. At the front of the small house in which Edward lived, he realized that he didn't have his keys.

'Damn,' he thought. 'Now what do I do?' He rang the bell, hoping that someone was home. No such luck. He tried to call his mother on her cellphone, but it went straight to voice mail. Cursing his luck, he sat on the steps outside and waited.

Edward was sitting and waiting for another hour. He did try the back door and looked for any open windows but luck seemed to be abandoning him today. Finally, his mother came home. Her phone was off because she had been in a meeting.

Forgetting about homework, Ed climbed the stairs and flopped onto the bed fully clothed, sleep sneaking up on him as he thought about that hand of Roy's and dreaming of it touching him somewhere other than his hand.