Well, it's spring break and I'm taking some time to write a chapter to this story. Yay! I actually had half of this chapter written until my brother 'fixed and updated' my laptop and it somehow got deleted from my desktop, so I'm having to re-write it. By the way, Ed's movie attire is quite amazing when seen on a really hot guy, trust me. I actually got the idea from a guy at a mall, so I go into some detail on that.

Some semi-useless information: I actually got inspired yesterday to continue this story in particular yesterday evening while hanging out with the guy I really like and a few of his friends. I might turn it into a chapter later.

Sorry about the length of time between chapters; school and extra activities such as softball, FFA competitions, and shooting sports have been kicking my ass. I used to be a straight A student now I'm an A/B student. Bleh.

This is un-beta'd. I have one (Molly) but I hardly ever get her to edit my stuff since I just want to get it out there as soon as I type the last word on the chapter…Sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nada, nothing, Zippo, as always.

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Chapter 4

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Friday had finally come. I tapped my pencil quickly against my desk, watching the last few minutes of my final class period go by. I feel like a giddy school girl; I'm overly anxious for tonight. Earlier today Roy had caught me at my locker at our 10 minute break and I told him where I lived. I wrote it down for him anyway and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "See you at seven," turned and was gone in the crowd of students roaming around in the halls.

I jumped as the bell rang and I was set free. I ran out of the room into the halls, slowing myself down to a relaxed walked. I passed through the doors and weaved though the busses parked on the street that ran right in front of the high school. I made it across to my truck where Al was waiting with a friend.

"Hey, little brother," I said with a grin while rubbing his head full of sand colored hair. Al teasingly pushed my hand away, "Ed, I'm going over to Fletch's house to work on this science project we have. I'm just going to go ahead and spend the night, alright?" Fletcher smiled shyly at me, waving just a tad. I recognized him. He was Russel's little brother. Russel is in the grade above me but he's in my advanced geometry class.

I leaned against my truck and shrugged, "Sure. Go ahead but don't forget about your not-date with Winry tomorrow night." I smiled as he rolled his eyes. Al opened his mouth to say something and I held my hand up before he could speak, "I know, I know; 'it's not a date, Ed!' Whatever you say, Alphonse." I laughed and rubbed his head again. Al glared at me and walked away, muttering a small 'bye.' He turned around with a smirk on his face and called, "You know, one of these days, when you're old and senile, I'm going to get you." I laughed aloud and waved him off getting into my truck and driving home.

Walking into the empty house I got suddenly anxious again. I checked the clock and it read 4:10. I set my stuff down and decided to get a shower in. Up until now I never got why girls would take forever and day to get ready, but now I think I understand; I wanted to look my best. In the shower, I washed my hair thoroughly and scrubbed myself down. I even scrubbed behind my ears like mom used to tell me to do. I paused and wondered what mom would say if she knew I was into guys. My face scrunched up as I imagined a dismal response. I let go of it as I remembered the kind of person mom was; kind, understanding, and forgiving. She forgave the sleaze-bag I called dad for the first few years of my life time and time again.

I must have not got that from her, considering no matter how much I try, I can't forgive him. I laughed bitterly as I shook my head trying to rid myself of his image that had suddenly appeared in my mind. I look so much like him as much as I hate to admit that. It's not like everyone around here has golden eyes and golden hair to match.

I mentally groaned and started to sing a lullaby mom used to sing to distract myself. It worked for the most part and I finished my shower not long after I ended the tune. I dried off and wrapped the towel loosely around my waist. I walked to my room and snatched the clothes Winry had picked out for me off the dresser, throwing them onto the bed. I liked Winry's fashion sense but I wasn't absolutely sure about her pick, though, I'm sure she knows better than I do. I shrugged and grabbed a pair of boxers, putting them on. I ran my hand through my damp hair and grabbed the plain black t-shirt off my bed throwing it on. Following the shirt, came a pair of slightly distressed medium wash jeans, high-top black converse and a bright red, long sleeved, button down shirt, rolled up to the elbows and I left the top two buttons undone to where the black t-shirt peaked through. I walked into the hallway where we had a full length mirror. I looked myself up and down and smirked; Winry does know best. I looked slightly dressed up but laid back at the same time. I liked it.

I made my way to the bathroom and blow-dried my hair, ran a comb through it, and put it back into a loose braid down my back and secured it with a black hair tie. I sprayed myself with my favorite cologne and called it a day. I was quite pleased with how I looked. I went back to my room and checked the time; 6:15. I pursed my lips, deciding how to waste 45 minutes. I grabbed my cell phone, wallet and keys and decided to go downstairs and get on the internet. I checked my social networking pages, my e-mail, and various humorous sites. This calmed me, that is, until the door bell rang at 3 minutes till 7:00.

I quickly shut down the computer and turned off lights on my way to the door while my heart raced. I shoved my phone and wallet into my back pocket and kept my keys in hand to lock the place up. I stood at the door and composed myself. I opened the door and did a double take. Roy was standing there but something else in the driveway caught my attention. Sitting in my driveway was a shiny, black, two door, Impala; looked to be a 60's model in near perfect condition.

"You have an antique Impala!?" I was in awe. I adore antique cars; the mid to late 60's and early to mid 70's era, preferably. Cameros, Mustangs, and Impalas are my top three favorites.

"Yep. My uncle gave it to me when he moved last year; though I don't hardly ever drive it to school because I'm afraid it might get keyed; better safe than sorry, right?" Roy smiled. His smile tore my attention away from the car and back to him. He wore a very form-fitting navy blue shirt with a small red seagull on the left part of his chest, a pair of light jeans with a few small holes in them, and a pair of white tennis shoes. He looked amazing and I tried my hardest not to stare.

"Wow; it's an amazing car." I decided to keep the part about how I thought he looked amazing to myself. Roy stepped back off my door step as I walked out closing the door behind me locking it. I put my keys in my front pocket and walked down the walk way behind Roy.

As we reached the car I ran my fingers across the hood and asked, "What year is it?"

Roy opened the driver's door and stood there. His midnight blue eyes rolled up for a moment and his eyebrows knitted together. He looked at me with an unsure expression, "A…1967 or 1968, I forget which year but it's one of the two."

Satisfied with the answer I got, I opened the passenger door and sat down on the black leather seats. I smiled. Roy glanced at me and when our eyes met he smirked slightly. I quickly adverted my eyes, not wanting it to get awkward.

"So," Roy paused and turned the key in the ignition causing the car to roar to life. He began to back out of my driveway, looking out the back window as the car purred.

"What kind of things to you like?" Roy continued conversationally as he drove. "I really don't know anything about you other than you are pretty clumsy and you hang out with that blonde…uhh, Wendy?"

"Winry," I corrected, "she, my little brother and I have all been friends since we were little. Her grandmother pretty much raised us after my father abandoned us and my mom died."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear; was it a car accident?"

A car accident? Why would he think that?

"No, it was cancer. What made you ask?" I frowned slightly.

Roy peered at me from the corner of his eye, "Well, uh," his cheeks gave hints of pink, "I thought, maybe it was a wreck or something 'cause that would explain your arm and leg, if you were involved too."

I nodded, "Nah. This was the product of an accident with a bush trimmer. How did you know it was both limbs?"

I never wore shorts so I was curious on how he knew.

"Well," Roy began thoughtfully, "when you fell the other day and knocked the hell out of your head on Breda's desk and passed out I offered to take you. I had expected you to be lighter than you were but then I realized you had that new prosthetic on your arm and when I carried you to the nurse I felt your leg and realized it was fake, too."

I blushed a little. Of course that's how he knew.

"Does it freak you out that I have fake limbs?" I was mildly curious about this.

Roy chuckled, "Nah, it's kind of cool actually. I mean, it's not cool you don't have your real arm and leg but it's not like these limbs don't move as well as your old ones, right? They aren't freakily attached to your body being all awkward and unmoving. A little different sure, but I don't think it's that big a deal."

I smiled, pleased.

Roy smiled and continued, "When I told the guys I was bringing the 'sophomore with the metal limbs' they asked how I managed to talk to you and Breda, who's also coming tonight, laughed and told them about the desk thing. They laughed but agreed that they wanted to meet you too."

"Well, that's nice of them." I grinned.

Roy glanced at me and I held eye contact until he looked away. I was surprised on how easily we formed a conversation. We pulled into the parking lot next to a large dark blue truck that was parked by a small white car. As we parked I spotted the blonde guy with crazy bangs, Havoc as I recall, Breda, and three guys I didn't recognize, leaning on the two vehicles.

Roy parked, turned off the car, and got out of the car. Unsure of exactly how to approach the guys I sat there a little longer than I should have. Roy, with the door still open, placed his hands on the roof of the car and bent down, peering to where I sat.

"You know, the guys don't bite, they'll play nice, here, get out of the car and let me introduce you." Roy shut his door and walked around to my side about the time I had gotten out and shut my door as well.

I walked by Roy as we came between the car and truck.

"Hey." Roy greeted as he leaned up beside Havoc against the dark blue truck. I just stood in between the two vehicles at the end.

"About damn time, Mustang, we've been waiting on you for fucking ever." Breda greeted.

"Oh, don't be harsh, we just got here a few minutes ago." A dark haired teen with glasses said this.

"Damn, Furey shut up!" Breda elbowed him lightly. A few of them chuckled.

Roy glanced back at me and then to the rest of the group, "Guys, this Edward Elric, you know the guy with the metal arm and leg?"

Their faces lit up with recognition and Havoc leaned forward, "Hey, kiddo, I'm Jean Havoc, but just call me Havoc, how's your head?"

"Great…" I mumbled, slightly uncomfortable.

"Hey, play nice, Havoc, don't be a dick." Roy called.

Havoc shrugged.

Breda leaned forward, "Hey Ed, you already know me." He grinned toothily.

I returned his grin and nodded, "Yeah, good to see you." I was always overly polite with people I just met or didn't know very well; it was something mom had taught me.

The guy I heard Havoc call Furey leaned off the vehicle and came over to shake my hand, "Hi; I'm Cain Furey, but you can just call me Furey, we usually just go by last names anyway."

Furey looked like the sissy type, no offense, and I wondered how he fit in with this group.

Next, a guy with squinty eyes and dyed silver hair leaned forward and waved, "Hey, I'm Falman, I'm not even going to bother with my first name." He laughed a little.

"Sounds good to me." I smiled and gave a small wave. Last, a buff man with a large blonde mustache, who hadn't said much, came over to me and just stood there. I felt quite intimidated as he towered over me. He glared for just and instant before his whole face lit up and he smiled. Before I knew what was happening I was lifted from the ground, grasped in this man's unbreakable hold, unable to breathe.

"Hello there," his voice boomed, "I am Alex Louise Armstrong and it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Edward Elric!"

"Can't…Breathe…" I gasped.

"Oh, terribly sorry, Elric," he held me out by my shoulders and set me back on the ground.

Catching my breath, I saw Roy smack a hand to his face, "Well, great first impression, no?" he laughed and seemed slightly embarrassed.

"Well, hell," Havoc said placing a wooden toothpick in his mouth, " Now that we are all good buddies, let's go watch us a horror movie and listen to Furey scream like a girl." We all started to walk towards the theater.

Furey called out in protest, "Hey! I will not, if anyone will be screaming it'll be you."

"Right…." I heard the heavy sarcasm in his voice and glanced at Roy, who was walking in between Falman and me. "Don't mind them; they're always fucking with each other." Roy said to me, rolling his eyes. The sun had all but set and what color was left reflecting in Roy's eyes making them an almost see through navy blue. The wind was blowing slightly pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. He smirked at me, something he seemed to do a lot and continued walking. We got in line to get tickets and talked as we waited. They asked about my arm and leg, so I told that story and they shared a few serious injury stories. We laughed a little bit and I found they were, all in all, a pretty good group. I was starting to enjoy myself when Breda said, "So, Ed do you think that accident stunted your growth? I mean, you're pretty damn short."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SHORT?" Not even trying to control myself, I ran toward him at an angle and as my shoulder made contact with his chest, I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my body. He fell on his back heavily and I turned to face his fallen form. I put my foot on his chest as he grunted at the pressure. I bent down slightly and whispered, "Don't fucking call me short, got it?"

"Alright, Alright!" He agreed. I removed my foot from his chest and helped Breda to his feet. I turned to the stunned faces of the group, though their faces relaxed when Breda smiled and clapped a hand on my shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Damn, aren't you just a feisty fucker; I like it. You have to show me how to throw people that."

"Okay, another time?" I smiled. He nodded and we shook on it. Then, the line started moving and in no time we had our ticket for the movie "Shambala", which had gotten great reviews.

"Alright," Havoc said, "Armstrong, Furey, Breda and I will go grab seats, you and Ed get the popcorn and drinks, same as usual."

"Alright, then." Roy agreed easily as the rest of the group disappeared into the theater.

There was no line, surprisingly, and as we got up to the counter he pulled out his wallet and said, "Do you want anything?"

I shook my head, pulling out my own wallet, "Nah, I'll get it myself."

A nice-looking brunette with a long, curly ponytail came up to us and said, "Hi there; what can I do for you?"

I motioned for Roy to go first and he took up on the offer ordering a various array of drinks and popcorn. He waited for a short while as she got his order, when it was all up there he paid and took what he got from the counter, backed away with a cardboard tray of refreshments, and waited for me. I smiled and she repeated what she had said before. I ordered a large soft drink and three red sour straw packages; my favorite. She got my order quicker than Roy's and as I turned around, Roy eyed my candy.

"I take it you like those?"

"Yup; just feeding the addiction. Need some help?" I looked at over-filled tray that threatened to give way and drop all its contents onto the ground.

He shook his head, "Nope, I've got it, but thanks; let's go find the guys, shall we?"

I nodded as we walked into the theater through the right door. The theater was dark for obvious reasons but it had 3 blue, glowing lights on each wall illuminating the room enough to see down the two walking-isles. One isle went down the left side and went down the right, dividing the theater into three sections. The two smaller sections had four seats in each row and the main and largest section had about twenty seats in each row. This theater had about 30 rows of seats so is was a good-sized theater.

It wasn't hard to find the other guys about 7 rows down from the door; they're pretty obnoxious. Though as obnoxious as they seemed, they also seemed decent and fun. They decided on the middle section, that way we could all sit in one row. Armstrong sat on one end of the guys, about 7 seats from the left end, next to him was Furey, then Breda, Falman, and Havoc. Roy went ahead of me, making his way into the row and distributing drinks and food as I followed close behind him. After he rid the cardboard tray of most its load, he grabbed the remaining large drink and medium popcorn and plopped down into the seat next to Havoc. I set my drink into the holder and took my seat next to Roy about 6 seats from the right end. The seats were over-stuffed, made of a rip-off suede material, and were surprisingly comfortable. The arm rests were made of black plastic, had a cup-holder on the end, and was shared by two seats. I breathed a sigh of relief as I set my automail arm on the rest next to empty seat next to me. Though they all said it didn't bother them, I couldn't imagine how it would feel to put up a flesh arm next to another arm and feel the chill of steel instead of the steady heat human flesh gives off. I don't know if I could take it if Roy accidently touched my arm and flinched away, disgusted or maybe even repulsed.

Roy nudged my arm with his elbow, "Hey, space cadet, did you hear me?"

I faced him and grinned sheepishly, "Uh, sorry no; zoning off again. What'd you want?"

Roy smirked, "I think you've got some admirers over there in the far upper-right corner." His head jerked in the general direction of the so called 'admirers.'

Three teenage girls, about my age or a tad younger sitting in the very back row of four, ducked, giggling hysterically, as I turned to look at them. I smirked. This was always fun. I was sure about my sexuality; I was gay, but I always had a fun time flirting with the preppy little girls like these that acted this way.

I turned to Roy, throwing my candy into his lap. "Watch this."

I heard Roy get the other's attention as I walked away. It was a short distance and I reached them quickly. The girls were still bent over in their seats, leaning into one another whispering and giggling occasionally. I caught a high pitched, "isn't the blonde one with the long hair so hot!?" I smirked as my ego boosted.

I sat next to a girl with brown hair, though I couldn't tell the shade because of the lack of light. I bent in next to them and giggled in my best impression of a girl and said, "OMG, yeah, the blonde is totally fine!"

They all jumped and squealed in surprise. I burst out laughing as the brunette girl slapped my arm lightly.

"Hey! That isn't funny; quit laughing!" She demanded as she looked towards her friends for reinforcement.

They all shrugged and a blonde said, "What can I say? I can't be mad. He's a hot guy with a sense of humor," she leaned past her friends and looked at me with dark eyes and heavy eye make-up, "Could I have you're number; maybe we could go on a date sometime?"

Her friends gasped, "Awh, Hannah, no fair! We didn't even get a chance!"

A smile tugged on the edge of my lips. "Well…" I trailed off, making it seem like was taking it into consideration though I had already made up my mind.

Hannah smiled brightly, even in the darkness, "What do you say, handsome?"

I rested my elbow on my knee, still leaning forward, and put my chin in my palm.

"Well, girls, here's the thing, I'd like to give you my number but I think you want more from me than what I'm offering. See, ladies, I'm gay."

The girl in the middle gasped loudly, slamming her fist onto the arm rest, "Oh, damn! The hot one's always are…"

"Now," I continued, "I'd be happy to give you my number and we can be friends, if you'd like."

The girl, apparently named Hannah sighed, "Sure, I mean, just 'cause you're gay doesn't mean I don't think you're hot anymore. A girl can always use a hot gay guy to make future jack-ass boyfriends jealous right?" she offered me her phone.

I took it and smiled, putting my number in her contacts, "And I'd be happy to do that for you if it ever calls for it. By the way, I'm Edward Elric, I'm in your phone as 'Edward; the gay one.' Just so you know which guy I am." I handed her back her phone.

I stood to leave and addressed all three of the girls, "You can get my number from Hannah over there if you want it; I text and call so feel free do to both, just let me know who you are. You all are lovely girls; take care of yourselves." I waved and walked back over to Roy who high-fived me.

"They looked pretty hot. I saw the shine of a cell phone light; give them your number or something like that?"

Before I could speak one of the girls, I didn't turn in time to see which one, screamed into the theater, "I love you already, Ed! I'm so texting you later!"

I turned in my seat, raising my head, blowing them a kiss. They all broke out in another fit of giggles and I grinned again.

I faced Roy again who had a bemused look on his face and said, "Or something like that."

Roy just shook his head as the previews began. The first preview was of an action movie called "Scar," which involved a lot of blood and fighting sequences. When I ended I heard Breda say, "I'm so seeing that…"

I shook my head and realized Roy still had my candy. I looked down and saw it sitting there innocently in his lap. I blushed as I thought of reaching down and grabbing it…and maybe something more….

I felt the heat engulf my face and Roy caught my gaze, which was currently on his crotch. I heard a soft 'oh' sound as he removed his right arm from the arm rest, retrieving the candy from his lap and handing it to me, then placing his arm back onto the arm rest. I took it graciously, ripping open the first package, avoiding his gaze, setting my left arm in my lap also avoiding skin-on-skin contact. I stuck the end of the straw in my mouth and stared forward at the screen. I felt a small whoosh of air and realized Roy was breathing in my ear. His breathing was soft and hot against my skin.

Then his voice, delicate and low, whispered, "As flattered as I am, next time, instead of staring at my package, just ask for it. Is that clear?"

I swallowed slowly and nodded, still not meeting his eyes. His voice was silky and deep and I was sure if I turned to face him, meeting his eyes, I could not stop myself from leaning in and letting my lips touch his.

Roy was still next to my face and he finally breathed out, "Good." I suppressed a shudder at the sound of his voice as he straightened back down in his seat. By this time, the previews had ended and the movie had just begun. Scary movies were my thing; I loved them. It took a lot to get me to jump and even more to get me to scream in horror. This movie had gotten pretty good reviews and I was excited to see it.

It was the classic story line of a town with rumors of a killer roaming around that no one believed. 5 teenagers; two couples and a lonesome guy get trapped in a deserted house after a Halloween party.

There were a few jumpy moments, most of which got Roy and most of the guys but not me. I smirked. With 3 people down and two to go, I was starting to get disappointed. The movie was very quiet with just the freaky anticipation music playing. All of a sudden right in front of Roy and myself a guy in the theater popped up, growling ferociously welding a knife.

We both screamed. I grabbed Roy's hand on impulse and shut my eyes tightly together.

The guy busted up laughing and said, "And that's why this movie gets great reviews; it has an in theater experience. If you read your ticket you'd know that. Have a nice night." I didn't open my eyes until after I knew he left and the movie went on.

I opened my eyes and glanced at Roy he was breathing heavily. When our eyes met we both started to laugh nervously. My laughing cut off quickly as I realized I still had a hold of his hand. What killed my laughter was the fact he was squeezing back. He followed my gaze and dropped my hand like it burned him.

"Sorry; it got me, what can I say?" he looked sheepish.

I pursed my lips, "Nah, whatever, it got me too."

Roy just nodded and turned his head back to the screen.

I mentally hit myself. Stupid! Now it was all awkward; I can just imagine the ride home. I sat there for the rest of the movie not really paying attention anymore. It ended and the guys all stood up and stretched.

Havoc grinned, a new toothpick bobbing as he spoke, "Damn, Mustang, you scream like a chick."

Roy grinned, "Thanks. Need a change of pants there, buddy?"

I brought my eyes down to a large wet spot on Havoc's pants.

"Sorry," Armstrong said before Havoc could protest, "when the man popped up I knocked my drink over onto Havoc's lap, so sorry, dear friend."

"Meh," Havoc said before waving it off, "let's get going; I've got work in the morning."

We all agreed and walked out to the parking lot.

They all agreed we should hang out again and that I was officially in the group. I felt happy to be accepted in this group; I had never really had a 'group' of friends to call me own. We said our good-byes and got into our separate vehicles.

I suppose neither Roy nor I felt like talking because as soon as we pulled out into the street he turned the radio on and I was perfectly fine with that. The drive wasn't quite as prolonged as I had anticipated though it was because I had been lost in thought. What had Roy been thinking as he dropped my hand? What does he think now? Did that completely ruin our chances at friendship? I knew none of the answers and I huffed a breath of frustration as he came to a stop in my driveway.

"Thanks for coming with me; it was nice getting to know you. Friends?"

I was surprised at this and nodded, "Friends."

Roy smiled, "We both scream like girls, just putting that out there."

I smiled, "That we do."

Roy smirked and elbowed me, "I've just learned from the ladies; I really know how to make them scream if you get my drift."

An unexplained sadness rushed though me; he feel anything for me besides maybe friendship. I frowned for just a split second before grinning, "I'm sure you do, Mustang. Thanks for the ride; see you Monday."

I opened the door to get out and he caught my shoulder, "Hey, there's a party next weekend and if you want to go, you can come with me and my girlfriend; I don't know you're views on drinking so just let me know later, okay? You don't have to answer now, just think about it."

The sadness ran through me again at the mentions of his girlfriend. It was stupid, the sadness, but I couldn't help it. A dismal expression made its way onto my face and I smiled somberly at him, "Sure, I'll think about it. Night, Mustang."

I shut the car door and walked up to the house, not looking back. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. after the door had been shut for a few seconds, I heard his car rumble as he drove away.

I sighed and went up to my room undressing into an undershirt and my boxers. I got into bed and laid there, thinking of tonight's events until eventually I drifted off; I didn't even hear my phone go off as I received a text message.

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