Chapter 6

Happy birthday to me.....

     Y'know, the birthday thing is one thing I wish I would've kept secret. How they found out about it, well, after a few weeks of living in Resembool, Colonel Know-It-All leaked it to the Rockbells, and then suddenly EVERYONE knew about it.

     And when I went down the stairs that morning, Edward was sitting on the kitchen table, legs crossed, and he had a mischevious smile.

     "What. Did. You. Do," I said with gritted teeth as I clenched my fists. His smile got even bigger when he said, "Well, all I did was innocently plan your birthday."

     "Why the hell don't you listen to what I say!?" I yelled, getting incredibly annoyed. "I told you, I don't want to celebrate my birthday!"

     "Alright, alright, I give," he said, sighing. He got off the table and said, "I lied about the plans just to annoy you. I honestly have nothing planned."

     "Pesky little alchemist," I mumbled.

     "Hey, don't call me so small you can step on me and wipe me off your shoe in the grass!" Edward shouted suddenly.

     "Oh, relax!" I shouted back. "You're taller than me now, so why are you complaining!?"

      He started laughing and said, "Heh, sorry, old habit." Then, he pionted to three boxes on the table that I didn't notice yet, and said, "Al, Winry, and Granny got you birthday gifts, you should probably open them."

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A new sweatshirt from Pinako, a book on AutoMail from Winry, and a silver and gold bracelet with the letter "L" engraved on all of the beads with a note that said, I used alchemy to make this! from Alphonse. I actually did like the girst, except the one from Winry. AutoMail didn't interest me.

     "I'll take the book on AutoMail, Edward said, picking it up and looking at the cover. "Maybe with this, I can give myself some tune-ups and I can stop paying WInry to do it."

     "That's what she said," I mumbled, clasping the bracelet around my wrist.

     "You're disgusting!" he shouted.

     "You're the one who said it."

     "Jerk."

     "A*s."

     "Homunculus!"

     "Puny little microscopic bug!"

     Our lovely little argument was interrupted by the phone ringing.

     "I got it," I said as I got up to answer it. I picked it up. "Hello?"

     "Morning, deary," came Marn's voice. "How are you?"

     "Hello, Marn," I said, ignoring Edward's confused look. "I'm good, how about you?"

     "Just lovely," she said. "and I called to wish you a happy birthday." I grimaced. Edward laughed. I picked up a nearby fork and threw it at him. I heard it clank off of his AutoMail arm as he deflected it.

     "What was that?" she asked.

     "Nothing, nothing," I replied, ducking as he threw the fork back. It sailed over my head and stuck in the wall. "Thank you very much for the birthday wishes, Marn."

     "You're very welcome, dear," she said, sounding...relieved? "Oh, and you should be getting my gift within the next week or so."

     "You don't have to get me anything, Marn."

      "But I feel like I should, because of all of these years you were alone with your father."

     "Marn, about that--"

     I heard a loud whistling in the background, and Marn going, "Oh! The tea is done. Got to run, deary. I'll talk to you later." And she hung up. I sighed and hung up the phone as well, and then stared at the fork in the wall.

     "That can't be good for the wall," I muttered as I took it out and used alchemy to close the tiny holes the tines made.

     "Who the hell is Marn?" Edward asked.

     "That old woman who was here last week, I said, throwing the fork in the sink to be washed later. "Remember? You were freaked out by her."

     "She said exactly this," Edward said, clearing his throat. In a very bad impression of an old woman, he said, "Hello, there, young man. Is there a Lucille Riinath who lives here? And are you her husband?"

     "Riinath?" I said, caught off guard. "So THAT'S what my last name was."

     "I say, keep it to Mustang," Edward said, his voice normal again. "You don't want to be related to that pervert."

     "Marn's not a pervert!"

     "I meant your father!"

     "Right, sure you did," I said. And then a thought hit me: Marn had asked Edward if he was my husband. She asked me the same thing.

     That's when the thought sunk in that two nineteen year olds shouldn't be living together as friends.

     "Well, what did your granny want to talk to you about?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

     "She wished me a happy birthday, and she said that her gift would arrive in a few days," I said, grimacing again.

     "I knew it!" he said with a laugh. "No wonder you made that face!"

     "You're just lucky I threw a fork instead of a knife, b*****d."

     "Jerk."

     "A*s."

     "Homunculus!"

     "Will you stop!?"

 

 

Author's Note

These two just don't get along, do they!?

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[Anonymous]

Aw, they quarrel just like a married couple. C'mon, Ed! Make a move on your woman, already!!