Chapter 8: "More Than A Friend"
It was her first night in that hotel room, and it was raining. It seemed like every time something in her life changed, it would rain. "Damn." Charlotte's بستر was located a few feet away from the window, the curtains pulled back to reveal the flashes of lightning and streams of water cascading down it. Edward was sound asleep in his بستر adjacent to her own, his arms were thrown over his head with the sheets pulled down to expose his bare chest, she watched it slowly rise and fall at a steady pace. His hair was released from the grip of a rubber band and his bangs resting on his chisel face. He looked so blissful in his state of slumber, he's an angry teen and he has the right to be pissed off at god constantly. Though it was so odd to see him so at peace with himself, with the world. Her eyes were torn from his perfectly toned body سے طرف کی a sniffle, one from a little boy. شارلٹ rolled over to face the corner of the room. There sat Alphonse, shaking and shuddering each time lightning lit up the sky and the room they slept in. "Al? Are آپ okay?" Alphonse jumped at he sound of her voice and made an extreme ruckus سے طرف کی shaking his armor involuntary. "Mmm-mm." Al murmured pathetically, he was still a child after all, and now she felt like his mother. Like it was her obligation to nurture and care for him like he was her own. "Are آپ afraid of thunderstorms Alphonse?" In place of a rebuttal, he simply nodded his head with a squeak. Charlotte squinted though the darkness, then wadded up her sheets and pillows and made her way to Al; ambling around aimlessly in the dark environment. "Here...." شارلٹ positioned her تکیا on Al's crossed legs, then lied down her sheet, then crawled into the cold, steel lap of the younger boy. "Better?" He embraced her in an enamoring hug, answering a weak :"Yes." She smiled and returned the favor. "Charlotte? Can I tell آپ something?" His small, feminine voice creaked with uncertainty. شارلٹ leaned deeper into his arms. Yes. Anything." She had just closed her eyes when he dropped the bomb: "I think Ed likes you." Her words didn't seem to want to leave her mouth, instead, they bounced off the walls of her cheeks and came out in a sort of inaudible response. "Dont be silly Al, he's just a friend." she nodded slyly to herself, as if she was trying to convince herself of her own words. "I don't think so...." Alphonse spoke quietly to himself, شارلٹ already passed out in his arms. She was comforting even if he didn't have a body. It was her aura that made her appear so kind, so motherly.
The dawn was still as dark as night, fog creeping lazily across the window, mist lingering upon them. Edward snored lightly in his slumber as Alphonse held شارلٹ in his steel arms. She wasn't the only one awake at the time, and at the time, she didn't know it. Ed, who was thought to be sleeping, sat آگے and stretched his arms out. He stood to expose his blue knee-length boxers, digging through his suit case for his clothes. Edward was a morning person apparently, شارلٹ knew she couldn't ارے right up and get dressed. In order for her to get dressed, she needs to lounge for about an hour. He never once flipped on a light, though what little light existed in the room reflected off of his straw blonde hair, outlining him against the pitch black background. He pulled on his usual attire then retired to his bed, turning his head to Alphonse. "Gah!" Edward grabbed his chest and laughed sheepishly. "You startled me." The blonde girl wrapped her blanket around herself and sat in the بستر opposite Edward. "Alphonse is afraid of thunderstorms...." He scratched his messy head. "Yea. He's a child at heart." He continued to mess with his hair for about five منٹ before شارلٹ asked: "Do آپ want help?" she motioned to his hair. "Uh- sure. Thanks" She sat behind him, her legs crossed loosely in her pajama pants and his hair being delicately intertwined together. "There, all done." To Edward too, she was acting like it was her job to care for the brothers, when it was the exact opposite. Nevertheless, they sat in the silence. It was abruptly interrupted سے طرف کی Charlotte, "Alphonse told me something last night. I want to know if it's true." Edward was distracted سے طرف کی his braid, he slung it over his shoulder and tightened the band. "Ask away." She was choked up again, but the words spilled out eagerer than previously. "He کہا y-y-you-" شارلٹ swallowed hard and tried her best to made eye contact with him, to assure honesty. "That آپ h-had f-" now she was blushing and babbling like a moron. "feelings for me." There. She got half of it out. "Like, m-more than a friend...." She gripped her bedsheets with embarrassment, awaiting Edward's answer. She tilted her head up just as he opened his mouth. "I-"
It was her first night in that hotel room, and it was raining. It seemed like every time something in her life changed, it would rain. "Damn." Charlotte's بستر was located a few feet away from the window, the curtains pulled back to reveal the flashes of lightning and streams of water cascading down it. Edward was sound asleep in his بستر adjacent to her own, his arms were thrown over his head with the sheets pulled down to expose his bare chest, she watched it slowly rise and fall at a steady pace. His hair was released from the grip of a rubber band and his bangs resting on his chisel face. He looked so blissful in his state of slumber, he's an angry teen and he has the right to be pissed off at god constantly. Though it was so odd to see him so at peace with himself, with the world. Her eyes were torn from his perfectly toned body سے طرف کی a sniffle, one from a little boy. شارلٹ rolled over to face the corner of the room. There sat Alphonse, shaking and shuddering each time lightning lit up the sky and the room they slept in. "Al? Are آپ okay?" Alphonse jumped at he sound of her voice and made an extreme ruckus سے طرف کی shaking his armor involuntary. "Mmm-mm." Al murmured pathetically, he was still a child after all, and now she felt like his mother. Like it was her obligation to nurture and care for him like he was her own. "Are آپ afraid of thunderstorms Alphonse?" In place of a rebuttal, he simply nodded his head with a squeak. Charlotte squinted though the darkness, then wadded up her sheets and pillows and made her way to Al; ambling around aimlessly in the dark environment. "Here...." شارلٹ positioned her تکیا on Al's crossed legs, then lied down her sheet, then crawled into the cold, steel lap of the younger boy. "Better?" He embraced her in an enamoring hug, answering a weak :"Yes." She smiled and returned the favor. "Charlotte? Can I tell آپ something?" His small, feminine voice creaked with uncertainty. شارلٹ leaned deeper into his arms. Yes. Anything." She had just closed her eyes when he dropped the bomb: "I think Ed likes you." Her words didn't seem to want to leave her mouth, instead, they bounced off the walls of her cheeks and came out in a sort of inaudible response. "Dont be silly Al, he's just a friend." she nodded slyly to herself, as if she was trying to convince herself of her own words. "I don't think so...." Alphonse spoke quietly to himself, شارلٹ already passed out in his arms. She was comforting even if he didn't have a body. It was her aura that made her appear so kind, so motherly.
The dawn was still as dark as night, fog creeping lazily across the window, mist lingering upon them. Edward snored lightly in his slumber as Alphonse held شارلٹ in his steel arms. She wasn't the only one awake at the time, and at the time, she didn't know it. Ed, who was thought to be sleeping, sat آگے and stretched his arms out. He stood to expose his blue knee-length boxers, digging through his suit case for his clothes. Edward was a morning person apparently, شارلٹ knew she couldn't ارے right up and get dressed. In order for her to get dressed, she needs to lounge for about an hour. He never once flipped on a light, though what little light existed in the room reflected off of his straw blonde hair, outlining him against the pitch black background. He pulled on his usual attire then retired to his bed, turning his head to Alphonse. "Gah!" Edward grabbed his chest and laughed sheepishly. "You startled me." The blonde girl wrapped her blanket around herself and sat in the بستر opposite Edward. "Alphonse is afraid of thunderstorms...." He scratched his messy head. "Yea. He's a child at heart." He continued to mess with his hair for about five منٹ before شارلٹ asked: "Do آپ want help?" she motioned to his hair. "Uh- sure. Thanks" She sat behind him, her legs crossed loosely in her pajama pants and his hair being delicately intertwined together. "There, all done." To Edward too, she was acting like it was her job to care for the brothers, when it was the exact opposite. Nevertheless, they sat in the silence. It was abruptly interrupted سے طرف کی Charlotte, "Alphonse told me something last night. I want to know if it's true." Edward was distracted سے طرف کی his braid, he slung it over his shoulder and tightened the band. "Ask away." She was choked up again, but the words spilled out eagerer than previously. "He کہا y-y-you-" شارلٹ swallowed hard and tried her best to made eye contact with him, to assure honesty. "That آپ h-had f-" now she was blushing and babbling like a moron. "feelings for me." There. She got half of it out. "Like, m-more than a friend...." She gripped her bedsheets with embarrassment, awaiting Edward's answer. She tilted her head up just as he opened his mouth. "I-"
