Post by Audie Smith on May 17, 2005 14:31:03 GMT -5
Hey every one! ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! I hate my birthday.....ugh! But anyways I promised that I would update all my stories but I only have time to update one I have some places I have to go that don't have computer and/or internet access (aka-Grandparents house) but I will be back on Friday so I will have updates then.
Disclaimer-I do not own FMA or you but I do own the plot!!!! And my birthday........ugh........
Dear Diary,
I was hanging out with Winry a couple of days ago, we were just talking about the world, life, and Ed. Winry told me about her trip to visit Ed. I wanted to strangle her. I’ve never felt that strong an urge to hurt someone since Ed ripped the head off my favorite teddy bear. She told me how good Ed and Al were; I wanted to rip out her eyes. She showed me what Ed bought her; I wanted to gut her like a fish. I felt sorry for her about the whole Barry The Chopper thing but…she still got to see Ed and I didn’t. I shouldn’t let Winry seeing Ed get to me so bad but I did. Why not me?
You shut your diary and lay your head down on top of it. You’re lying out on your porch just basking in the sun. Your (your color eyes) eyes are scanning your backyard. You see the tree in your back yard, which held the tire hanging from a rope that swung gentle in the breeze.
Sitting up, you place the pen you had written with on top of your diary. You brush away the imaginary dust that had accumulated on your blue jeans as you stand and start walking towards the tire swing hanging from the tree.
Grabbing the rope, you make the tire come to a sudden halt. You climb onto the tire swing, letting the wind gentle rock you back and forth.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
“ED, PUSH ME!” Let me set the scene for you. You're sitting in a tire swing in your back yard. Just sitting there. Ed is on the porch watching you sit there. You just sitting there are yelling at Ed to push you. Oh yeah, and did I remind you that you’re just sitting there?
“No,” Ed replies while tracing the lines of the hard wood floor. Ed was being impossible today. He didn’t want to do anything but sit there and trace those stupid lines in the stupid floor.
You sigh. What is it going to take to get that boy off his bum? Maybe if you watch Ed do some of his Alchemy that he’s been practicing he’ll push you. Yeah that might work. Ed has been begging you to watch him do some Alchemy.
“Ed, if you push me a couple of times I’ll watch you do some Alchemy stuff.” When you mentioned Alchemy you saw Ed’s head fly up.
“You would?” he asks. ‘Well duh I will that’s why I mentioned it.’ Keeping that private note to your self, you answer Ed.
“Yeah, but you have to get off that bum of yours and come give me some good pushes.” Ed jumped off the porch like he was on fire. Running over to the tire swing Ed tripped a couple of times but you found it very amusing every time he did so.
“Ok, I’m only going to give you three good pushes then you have to watch me do Alchemy.” You looked at Ed with a raised eyebrow.
“Five,” you stated. Ed looked at you.
“Four,” he retorted.
“Six,” you replied
“Three!” he yelled back at you.
“Five.” You liked aggravating Ed like this, but once he was mad it was easy for him to see things your way if you know what I mean.
“Four.” This is where your plan comes into action.
“Four.” Ed will never see it coming.
“Five,” he told you.
“Deal five pushes it is.” You stick out your hand for Ed to shake.
“Deal.” Ed takes your hand and shakes it. After letting go of your hand Ed just kind of stood there, taking in the whole conversation you and him had just had.
“HEY! YOU TRICKED ME!” Wow, new record. It only took Ed 30 seconds to figure out he’d been tricked usually he doesn’t realize it until after he’s pushed you oh-so-many times.
You laughed. It worked every time. “It’s too late, Edward, my friend. You agreed to push me five times and then I’d watch you do your Alchemy-thingy.”<br>
Ed sighed; he knew there was no way of getting out of your deal. He started giving you the five pushes that he dealt to but was berating his self about falling for the same trick for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Finally, Ed had given you the fifth push, but I don’t think he realized that he did. He was still yelling at himself for falling for your trick that he didn’t even notice that he was already pushing you 7 times.
“Ed, you can stop now.” You stated to the blonde boy pushing you. It didn’t seem to work.
“ED! You can stop NOW.” You said a little bit louder but it still had the same affect.
“ED! STOP!” You thought maybe it would work this time but unfortunately it didn’t.
“EDDDDDDD!” You screamed at the top of your little lungs. Finally Ed decided to listen to your screams and turned his attention towards you.
“What?” He asked bewildered at why you had screamed at him.
“STOP!” You yelled at him, he frowned.
“Why?”
You sighed. ‘I can’t believe he didn’t even notice.’<br>
“Because, if you want to go do your Alchemy-thingy you have TO STOP THE SWING!” By the look on Ed’s face you could tell that he didn’t really catch what you were trying to tell him.
“Ed you’ve pushed me more than five times now I have to go watch you do your Alchemy.” You stated calmly trying to keep from hurting the little blonde behind you.
“REALLY, COOL, LETS GO!” Ed yelled as he took of away from the swing and to your porch.
“Oh yeah, Ed, one more thing.” Ed stopped his rampage and turned to look at you.
“Yeah?”
“GET ME OUT OF THIS SWING!”<br>
~!~!~!~!~!~!~End Of Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
You remembered Ed had a little trouble helping you out of the tree. You landed on your butt because he pulled you out of the swing to fast. But he had made it up to by fixing your teddy bear that he had broken.
Getting off the swing you walked back to your porch and picked up your diary and pen. You remembered that Ed and Al loved Alchemy; it was their passion. You didn’t like Alchemy. Every time your father saw Ed or Al do Alchemy he’d get sad. That’s why you didn’t like it; it made people sad.
But you would love it for Ed. If Ed loved it you could learn to love it, right? You would watch Ed perform his Alchemy with Al and how much joy it brought them. You could see it pained Trisha to see her boys doing Alchemy but she never let the boys see how sad it made her.
After the accident you hated Alchemy more, with a fiery passion that could fuel hell. (a/n: I use that expression aaaaaaaaalllllll the time, but you don’t care. On with the story)
It hurt Al and it hurt Ed, it gave them so much pain but yet they loved it so. It took your best friends away from you and you hated more.
You set your diary down on your desk along with the pen. Walking over to your bed you flop down. Looking up at the ceiling you see all the chipped paint, and years of wear and tear.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
You were currently sitting out side your house painting a chair. Why were you painting a chair, well because you could. Your father was painting every room in the house so you weren’t aloud inside. You wanted to paint so your father gave you an old work chair from the garage and also a little (favorite color) paint.
“(Y/N)” you whipped your head around to see Ed running down the road towards you.
“HELLO, ED!” You yelled back. You had invited Ed to come and help you paint the chair with you.
Panting Ed stops in front of you putting his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. You turn back around and start painting the chair again. Now that Ed had caught his breath he was walking around the chair inspecting your painting skills.
“Why (favorite color)?” he asked.
“Because (favorite color) is my favorite color, duh Ed.” You shake your head at his question and go back to painting the chair.
“Well (favorite color) is a stupid color couldn’t you have thought of something better?” You looked up at Ed an evil glint in your eye.
“Oh, so (favorite color) is a stupid color, eh?” you started stalking towards Ed with the paintbrush in one hand and the bucket of paint in the other.
“I think (favorite color) would look beautiful on you, Ed. Why don’t we find out?” You started chasing Ed trying to paint him (favorite color).
“I’M SORRY (Y/N), (FAVORITE COLOR) IS NOT A STUPID COLOR I’M SORRY, PLEASE DON’T PAINT ME!” Ed screamed like a girl running away from your paintbrush.
“TO LATE EDWARD YOU'RE GOING TO BE A (FAVORITE COLOR) MUNCHKIN!” Ed came to a sudden halt, making you run into him thus splattering paint on his clothes.
“WHO DID YOU CALL A SHORTY THAT HAS TO BE LOOKED THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO ACTUALLY BE SEEN!?” Ed somehow managed to snatch the paintbrush out of your hand.
“(Y/n) you’re going to be a (favorite color) munchkin with me.” And with that Ed painted a large line down your face.
“EDWARD!!” You started chasing Ed again this time with just your bucket of paint. Ed was running as fast as his legs could carry him while laughing like a maniac.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~End Of Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Sitting up, you look to the desk in your room. Tucked neatly into the desk is the chair that you had been painting that day. Smiling, you can see that it wasn’t fully painted but that’s what held the memory.
Getting up, you walk to your door. Opening it, you are about to close the door but you take one last glance at the chair and smile. When Ed gets back you’ll finish the chair.
You close the door to your room, and the memories.
-Well there ye go! I hope you have a happy April 20th and I know I will have a happy April 20th *giggles* Please read and review and tell me what your favorite part was I'd really like to know! Other updates on Friday.......be-lated Birthday special update!
Disclaimer-I do not own FMA or you but I do own the plot!!!! And my birthday........ugh........
Dear Diary,
I was hanging out with Winry a couple of days ago, we were just talking about the world, life, and Ed. Winry told me about her trip to visit Ed. I wanted to strangle her. I’ve never felt that strong an urge to hurt someone since Ed ripped the head off my favorite teddy bear. She told me how good Ed and Al were; I wanted to rip out her eyes. She showed me what Ed bought her; I wanted to gut her like a fish. I felt sorry for her about the whole Barry The Chopper thing but…she still got to see Ed and I didn’t. I shouldn’t let Winry seeing Ed get to me so bad but I did. Why not me?
You shut your diary and lay your head down on top of it. You’re lying out on your porch just basking in the sun. Your (your color eyes) eyes are scanning your backyard. You see the tree in your back yard, which held the tire hanging from a rope that swung gentle in the breeze.
Sitting up, you place the pen you had written with on top of your diary. You brush away the imaginary dust that had accumulated on your blue jeans as you stand and start walking towards the tire swing hanging from the tree.
Grabbing the rope, you make the tire come to a sudden halt. You climb onto the tire swing, letting the wind gentle rock you back and forth.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
“ED, PUSH ME!” Let me set the scene for you. You're sitting in a tire swing in your back yard. Just sitting there. Ed is on the porch watching you sit there. You just sitting there are yelling at Ed to push you. Oh yeah, and did I remind you that you’re just sitting there?
“No,” Ed replies while tracing the lines of the hard wood floor. Ed was being impossible today. He didn’t want to do anything but sit there and trace those stupid lines in the stupid floor.
You sigh. What is it going to take to get that boy off his bum? Maybe if you watch Ed do some of his Alchemy that he’s been practicing he’ll push you. Yeah that might work. Ed has been begging you to watch him do some Alchemy.
“Ed, if you push me a couple of times I’ll watch you do some Alchemy stuff.” When you mentioned Alchemy you saw Ed’s head fly up.
“You would?” he asks. ‘Well duh I will that’s why I mentioned it.’ Keeping that private note to your self, you answer Ed.
“Yeah, but you have to get off that bum of yours and come give me some good pushes.” Ed jumped off the porch like he was on fire. Running over to the tire swing Ed tripped a couple of times but you found it very amusing every time he did so.
“Ok, I’m only going to give you three good pushes then you have to watch me do Alchemy.” You looked at Ed with a raised eyebrow.
“Five,” you stated. Ed looked at you.
“Four,” he retorted.
“Six,” you replied
“Three!” he yelled back at you.
“Five.” You liked aggravating Ed like this, but once he was mad it was easy for him to see things your way if you know what I mean.
“Four.” This is where your plan comes into action.
“Four.” Ed will never see it coming.
“Five,” he told you.
“Deal five pushes it is.” You stick out your hand for Ed to shake.
“Deal.” Ed takes your hand and shakes it. After letting go of your hand Ed just kind of stood there, taking in the whole conversation you and him had just had.
“HEY! YOU TRICKED ME!” Wow, new record. It only took Ed 30 seconds to figure out he’d been tricked usually he doesn’t realize it until after he’s pushed you oh-so-many times.
You laughed. It worked every time. “It’s too late, Edward, my friend. You agreed to push me five times and then I’d watch you do your Alchemy-thingy.”<br>
Ed sighed; he knew there was no way of getting out of your deal. He started giving you the five pushes that he dealt to but was berating his self about falling for the same trick for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Finally, Ed had given you the fifth push, but I don’t think he realized that he did. He was still yelling at himself for falling for your trick that he didn’t even notice that he was already pushing you 7 times.
“Ed, you can stop now.” You stated to the blonde boy pushing you. It didn’t seem to work.
“ED! You can stop NOW.” You said a little bit louder but it still had the same affect.
“ED! STOP!” You thought maybe it would work this time but unfortunately it didn’t.
“EDDDDDDD!” You screamed at the top of your little lungs. Finally Ed decided to listen to your screams and turned his attention towards you.
“What?” He asked bewildered at why you had screamed at him.
“STOP!” You yelled at him, he frowned.
“Why?”
You sighed. ‘I can’t believe he didn’t even notice.’<br>
“Because, if you want to go do your Alchemy-thingy you have TO STOP THE SWING!” By the look on Ed’s face you could tell that he didn’t really catch what you were trying to tell him.
“Ed you’ve pushed me more than five times now I have to go watch you do your Alchemy.” You stated calmly trying to keep from hurting the little blonde behind you.
“REALLY, COOL, LETS GO!” Ed yelled as he took of away from the swing and to your porch.
“Oh yeah, Ed, one more thing.” Ed stopped his rampage and turned to look at you.
“Yeah?”
“GET ME OUT OF THIS SWING!”<br>
~!~!~!~!~!~!~End Of Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
You remembered Ed had a little trouble helping you out of the tree. You landed on your butt because he pulled you out of the swing to fast. But he had made it up to by fixing your teddy bear that he had broken.
Getting off the swing you walked back to your porch and picked up your diary and pen. You remembered that Ed and Al loved Alchemy; it was their passion. You didn’t like Alchemy. Every time your father saw Ed or Al do Alchemy he’d get sad. That’s why you didn’t like it; it made people sad.
But you would love it for Ed. If Ed loved it you could learn to love it, right? You would watch Ed perform his Alchemy with Al and how much joy it brought them. You could see it pained Trisha to see her boys doing Alchemy but she never let the boys see how sad it made her.
After the accident you hated Alchemy more, with a fiery passion that could fuel hell. (a/n: I use that expression aaaaaaaaalllllll the time, but you don’t care. On with the story)
It hurt Al and it hurt Ed, it gave them so much pain but yet they loved it so. It took your best friends away from you and you hated more.
You set your diary down on your desk along with the pen. Walking over to your bed you flop down. Looking up at the ceiling you see all the chipped paint, and years of wear and tear.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
You were currently sitting out side your house painting a chair. Why were you painting a chair, well because you could. Your father was painting every room in the house so you weren’t aloud inside. You wanted to paint so your father gave you an old work chair from the garage and also a little (favorite color) paint.
“(Y/N)” you whipped your head around to see Ed running down the road towards you.
“HELLO, ED!” You yelled back. You had invited Ed to come and help you paint the chair with you.
Panting Ed stops in front of you putting his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. You turn back around and start painting the chair again. Now that Ed had caught his breath he was walking around the chair inspecting your painting skills.
“Why (favorite color)?” he asked.
“Because (favorite color) is my favorite color, duh Ed.” You shake your head at his question and go back to painting the chair.
“Well (favorite color) is a stupid color couldn’t you have thought of something better?” You looked up at Ed an evil glint in your eye.
“Oh, so (favorite color) is a stupid color, eh?” you started stalking towards Ed with the paintbrush in one hand and the bucket of paint in the other.
“I think (favorite color) would look beautiful on you, Ed. Why don’t we find out?” You started chasing Ed trying to paint him (favorite color).
“I’M SORRY (Y/N), (FAVORITE COLOR) IS NOT A STUPID COLOR I’M SORRY, PLEASE DON’T PAINT ME!” Ed screamed like a girl running away from your paintbrush.
“TO LATE EDWARD YOU'RE GOING TO BE A (FAVORITE COLOR) MUNCHKIN!” Ed came to a sudden halt, making you run into him thus splattering paint on his clothes.
“WHO DID YOU CALL A SHORTY THAT HAS TO BE LOOKED THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO ACTUALLY BE SEEN!?” Ed somehow managed to snatch the paintbrush out of your hand.
“(Y/n) you’re going to be a (favorite color) munchkin with me.” And with that Ed painted a large line down your face.
“EDWARD!!” You started chasing Ed again this time with just your bucket of paint. Ed was running as fast as his legs could carry him while laughing like a maniac.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~End Of Flashback~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Sitting up, you look to the desk in your room. Tucked neatly into the desk is the chair that you had been painting that day. Smiling, you can see that it wasn’t fully painted but that’s what held the memory.
Getting up, you walk to your door. Opening it, you are about to close the door but you take one last glance at the chair and smile. When Ed gets back you’ll finish the chair.
You close the door to your room, and the memories.
-Well there ye go! I hope you have a happy April 20th and I know I will have a happy April 20th *giggles* Please read and review and tell me what your favorite part was I'd really like to know! Other updates on Friday.......be-lated Birthday special update!