26This is a warning for those who don't like Lemon. There is Lemon in here, maybe it's considered Lime? But anyways, watch out for that. Hope you enjoy this chapter though.
Chapter 15: Give Me Novocaine.
Edward quickly strides his way over to Greed's black Mustang, which is parked perfectly in the back of the school, just like the last time, and soon he finds himself sitting inside Greed's Ford Mustang, driving through the teachers parking and leaving the school grounds entirely.
'I can't believe I'm ditching school...And...Ugh...With Greed...' He mentally gives himself a long groan as he leans his elbow on the side of the cars door as he holds his chin in hand as he stares straight out the window and watches as all the city lights, cars, pedestrians and what little trees they have, pass them by.
He sure was making a lot of horrible decisions lately. And yet somehow, he was already starting to feel better. Like he was leaving behind all of his trouble and his secrets, in the dust. He was also feeling really...Excited. Like he just chugged back a six pack of RedBull and is now practically jumping off of the walls with all his crazy, pent up amount of energy.
He felt happy, for the first time in a lone time.
But then he mentally groans again, not by thinking unpleasant thoughts, but because he feels Greed's hand on top of his knee. He can also feel Greed rubbing his thumb along his knee as well.
Edward growls loudly as he turns to glare menacingly at Greed.
Who has his shades covered over his eyes again as he drove with a pleasant, serene looking smirk stretched across his face as he drives all throughout the busy streets of L.A.
"Move your hand, Greed." Edward deadpans.
At this request, Greed shrugs casually as he starts to rub his palm up and down Edward's leg.
Edward rolls his eyes with passion as he slaps Greed's hand away. "Pervert. Keep your hands away from me. I meant 'get your hand off of my knee before I break it'." Edward explains more thoroughly as he continues to glare at Greed.
Who only chuckles darkly as he leans his back more comfortably inside his seat. "Whatever. You asked me to move my hand, so I did." He says with a shrug.
Edward only snorts as he crosses his arms firmly over his chest as he scowls out of the window in front of them. "It made me feel violated." He grumbles in derision.
"Violated? Like the time in the bathroom when I kissed the living hell out of you?" Greed asks with a large grin.
Edward blushes brightly. "Exactly like that time in the bar! And just to tell you, you didn't kiss the living hell out of me! I barely even remember!" Edward quickly defends himself as he scowls deeper and glares out the window.
"Fine, what if we had a re-do?" Greed grumbles with a roll of his eyes.
Edward quirks a curious eyebrow and turns towards Greed. "Re-do? What do you mean?"
Greed shrugs his shoulders as he leaned against the armrest situated between the driver's seat and the passengers seat. "Like...What if I kissed you again? This time in a better place. In fact, it can be you're choice." Greed smiles.
Edward snorts loudly and slaps both his hands on his knees. "You're joking right? Because every time I kiss you, something bad always ends up happening. Three times we kissed, and each time was hell." Edward says with a heavy sigh. "Besides, I'm not g—"
"—gay, I know. You told me that already." Greed huffs a humorless chuckle. "When are you going to stop living in denial and accept the fact that you like me?" Greed laughs.
"It's because I don't like you." Edward presses heatedly. Getting more and more pissed off by the minute. "When are you going to stop living in denial, and accept the fact that I just don't want to be with you?" Edward hisses angrily as he glares daggers over to the smirking driver.
Greed merely laughs loudly as he grips the steering wheel inside his left hands as he looks over to the seething blonde-haired teenager beside him. "Then why are you with me now? Why did you ditch school with me? Why do you always go along with the things I ask you to, instead of ignoring me?" Greed presses, looking back to the road in front of him.
Edward wanted to argue, to rave and rant and beat the living shit out of Greed, to yell that he didn't want to ditch school with him and be here with him either, and that he didn't even want to be in the same space breathing the same air with him right now. And he also wanted to yell at Greed and demand that he drove him back to school, or he'll just jump out of the moving car right now.
But then he realizes something...Greed is actually making sense.
Why does he do the things Greed tell's him that he should do? Why was he with Greed right now, and not going to his last afternoon classes like he is supposed to be doing?
Simple.
Because Greed offered to make him feel better, to take him away from his troubles—even if it was only for a little while—and all that to Edward, was just too sweet of a deal to pass up.
Edward feels the need to leave, he just wants a single Goddamn day to himself once in a while to get his head straight again. And he just wants to be...Numb and uncaring about all his troubles and everything he's keeping a secret.
So what better way to feel than, than with a guy as cold and uncaring as Greed?
Edward shakes his head with a rueful smile stretching across his face. He is seriously going out of his mind to want all that, and to blow the entire day away with Greed. All this stress is driving him insane, he needed a break, and Greed was the only one who stepped in to help him in his time of need.
And how is he paying Greed back? With insults and smart-ass remarks. He's turning into a douche-bag like Ling.
"You're right." Edward simply states, he blinks in confusion. "Everything you just said, actually makes sense." Edward leans his elbows onto the armrest in-between their seats and smirks humorlessly out of the window. "I'm here right now, because I don't want to be in school. I wanted to ditch school with you, because it just seemed like something fun to do. I like breaking the rules every now and then, I never did it in so long that I actually feel better." He announces with a devious little grin stretching wickedly across his face.
Greed chuckles deeply from beside him as he shifts inside his seat. "I told you that you would enjoy it." He says with a smirk. "Now all I got to get you to do, is go out with me."
Edward rolls his eyes as his smile falters to that of a scowl. "One thing at a time Greed." He snorts. "And so far, we're only acquaintances right now. Because I don't even know who you are."
"I'm Greed Bradley, I was abandoned by my parents when I was only 2 and lived in an orphanage until I was 13." Greed announces in a serious tone of voice as he continues to stare straight ahead of him from the car. "I was named after a deadly sin soon after my arrival, so I don't even know what my real name is anymore. I was adopted by King Bradley so I then went under his last name. Until Bradley's bitch of a wife divorced him, and took nearly all of his money. She also took Wrath, Envy, Lust and I from under Bradley's name, and laid claim on everything Bradley owns." He sighs heavily as he continues on. "I'm 20-years-old now, and have my own car. I still live inside the same house, with bitch Dante because she refuses to let me out of her sight, and because of that, she calls the cops on me nearly every day when she's pissed off at me, or when she loses sight of me." He grips the steering wheel angrily inside both his hands. "So now the entire L.A.P.D knows my face, and I can't get away with anything these days." Greed says all in one breath that when he's done, he simply sits behind his steering wheel as he glares out of the window in front of him. Breathing heavily in order to calm his now agitated and worked up nerves.
"I have to get high in the back of the school now, because the cops never think to look for me there. Since they think I don't go to school anyways." He says with a chuckle once he's finally calm. "Their so fucking stupid. That's the first place they should always look." He laughs.
During Greed's whole speech, story, biography, mental break down, whatever the hell that was, Edward sat still inside the passenger seat, taking in every detail and sentence Greed had ranted about, and he did it with curiosity pouring out of his eyes.
Now he knows why Greed is such an asshole to people, and why he does the things he does. His entire life seems so completely complicated and frustrating as hell...And not to mention, lonely...
Not that Edward is feeling sorry for the bastard or anything.
But he never knew that Greed, including Envy, was adopted. And abandoned at that? His parents divorced? Yeah...Now he knew why Greed is who he is. He knew nearly everything about Greed, and little to nothing about Envy and Ling put together.
And finally, Edward catches something inside that sentence of Greed's. "You get high?" Edward asks.
Call him curious, or just damn stupid, but he wanted to get to know more of Greed. Greed is now interesting in his eyes.
"Yeah." Greed grumbles with a shrug. "Just to feel numb for a while." He laughs humorlessly. "I bet you're gonna call me stupid now, huh? Call me an idiot or some shit." He states with a small smirk directed to Edward, before peeling his eyes back to the road.
Edward merely smirks as he shakes his head. "No. I sorta know...What you mean. About the numb part anyways." Edward quips.
Greed shrugs his shoulders. "I just do it because I know it'll piss off Dante when I go home stoned. The numb thing is just something you feel when you're high." He says with a grin, as though he already feels the need to get high by just mentioning the mere term "stoned".
Edward nods his head as he leans back inside his seat. "I wouldn't know how it feels...I never got high before." He announces in a light voice as he wrinkles his nose. Why is he telling Greed this?
Greed slowly presses his foot on his break pedal as he car slowly comes to a halt in front of a red light. "Do you wanna?" Greed asks as he looks over to Edward.
Who only furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Wanna what? You're not trying to hit on me again, are you?" Edward asks skeptically as he inches away from Greed.
Greed shakes his head with a huff of a chuckle. "Hah. No. You'll know if I'm hitting on you babe." He purrs deeply as he licks his lips. All the while, staring deeply into Edward's eyes with the sentence and tantalizing display of lip licking.
Edward shivers in repulse as he tries, and fails, to turn his head away.
"I mean, do you wanna get high?" Greed asks as he flashes a bright, and sharp, looking grin.
Edward, for the second time that afternoon, actually found himself mulling over Greed's idea. Greed had said that it makes you feel numb. And that's what Edward wanted to feel at the moment.
He wanted to feel numb, in order for all is troubles to go away, even only for a little while. He doesn't know how it feels to be high, he doesn't even know how to get high, sure weed is involved, but then what after that? You can smoke it like a cigarette, that's all that Edward knows about it.
But what does it actually feel like?
'Fuck! I shouldn't even be thinking this through! I should just say 'no' and that's the end of it…But…' As Edward continues to have a mental argument with himself inside his own head for about a good two minutes—with Greed patiently waiting for an answer from him as he hums pleasantly under his breath—Edward finally swears loudly and throws his hands up in the air.
"Fine! But I'm not doing this, because I feel peer pressured by you! I just…" Edward trails off unsure, trying hard to find a reasonable answer to give to Greed.
But then he realizes, that he doesn't really need to tell Greed the truth at all.
So he merely shrugs instead as he leans into his seat. "I just wanna know how it feels like to be high." Edward says with a heavy sigh of defeat.
Greed smirks in delight as he pulls his car over to the side of the road, before pulling his Mustang into reverse. "I was gonna get high, even if you said no." He easily declares.
Edward rolls his eyes as he folds his arms over his stomach. "Figured as much...Asshole." He quips.
Edward glances at his blue colored Captain America wrist watch, that is wrapped securely around his wrist as he sighs heavily under his breath. School was now out, the buses have all left, including the students with them.
And yet, there they sat, parked behind the school's back doors and out of view inside Greed's black Ford Mustang, with music streaming quietly out of Greed's car, bored as fuck.
"I'm fucking bored." Edward grumbles grumpily as he cups his chin inside his hand.
"You said that a thousand times already." Greed states. "I get it. Do something then." Greed says, not bothering to look up and meet Edward's—most likely—glaring eyes as he pulls out his cell phone from within his front pocket as he starts flicking his thumbs over the keys rapidly.
Edward sighs under his breath as he bangs his back against the seat as he leans over towards Greed. "This is stupid." Edward deadpans as he leans back towards the door and lays a hand on the doors handle. "I'm going home." He snorts.
Greed puts his cell phone back into his pocket as he quickly sits up and reaches over to the glove compartment, he pulls down the lever and pulls out a small plastic bag within with a smirk. "Maybe you won't be so bored now. I had to wait for everyone to leave, yenno?" Greed says with a smirk directed to Edward beside him.
Edward quirks an eyebrow curiously at the bag. "Is that it?" He asks as he peers closer towards the small bag.
Greed nods in affirmation as he pulls the bag up to his face for inspection. "This is what's left, from that ounce I got yesterday; I got more in my duffle-bag in the back seat that I still gotta sell." Greed explains as thumbs behind his shoulder.
The older teenager thumbs open the small plastic bag, and pulls it to his nose as he inhales deeply. And instantly, the intoxicating smell hit his face immediately.
"Aah~ How I missed this smell." Greed sighs wistfully, before he hands the bag over the Edward. "Here." He says with smirk.
Edward wrinkles his nose at the thought, but then he pulls his face closer towards the lip of the small bag and inhales deeply. Then gags and holds a hand over his poor, abused nose. "That smells fucking disgusting!" He groans loudly. "Like skunk or some shit!" Edward gags again as he closes his eyes with a small cough.
Greed laughs loudly as he snaps the bag closed. "I guess the smell is only addicting to those who tried weed." He teases with a grin as he offers out the bag towards the younger teenager. "I'm willing to give this to you." He announces with a devious smile.
Edward opens his eyes and stares incredulously at Greed. "Walk around with it, in my bag? Are you stupid?" Edward says in exasperation. "I'll get caught with it. And the only way to save myself, is to blame it on you." Edward states as he flicks his eyes over to Greed across from him.
Before he shrugs. "But then again, that doesn't sound so bad. I'll get away with it 'cos everyone knows you're a stoner anyways." The blonde-haired teenager states cruelly.
Greed rolls his eyes as he holds out the bag again impatiently. "Are you gonna take it? Or sit there and insult me on my generosity?" Greed retorts.
"Insult you," Edward deadpans, "That's the better option."
Greed frowns.
Which makes Edward smile.
"Don't drug dealers usually ask for money in exchange for drugs?" Edward questions. "What kind of a drug dealer are you?" He scoffs.
"The big-hearted kind." Greed answers easily, smirking in satisfaction when he saw the sardonic stare he receives from Edward. "It's free." He presses with a smile.
Edward peers closer at the bag. "I don't have to pay you...?"
"Nope." The older teenager smiles.
"You're giving this to me…Because you're just being…Nice?" Edward questions, taken aback, but still very skeptical.
Greed shrugs. "Yeah. Being 'nice' is new to me." He smirks.
"How much is in there?" Edward asks with a tilt of his head.
"Six."
"Holy shit! And you expect me to smoke that much?"
"If you can take it." Greed challenges with a grin.
Edward raises an eyebrow and folds his arms over his chest. "Seriously…What do you want?" He asks as he narrows his eyes at the too-large grin on Greed's face. "I know you're not just being nice. I don't know you that well, but I know a liar when I see one." Edward sniffs haughtily. "You want something in return, it's written all over your face." Edward states as his piercing golden eyes burn holes into Greed's skull.
Greed shivers at the look and smirks seductively. "I really do like your eyes..." He purrs.
"Answer the question." Edward snaps. "What do you want?" He presses sternly.
"A kiss." Greed answers heatedly as he quickly leans closer towards the younger teen in front of him.
Who only lurches back in his seat in surprise, wanting desperately to put more distance between them inside the car. "Why me?" Edward bemoans loudly. "I'm only fifteen! You're fucking 20!" Edward exclaims in frustration as he slaps both his hands over his blushing face. "I'm not even…" Edward trails off from underneath his hands.
What he was about to say was: "I'm not even good looking." But Greed had already called him beautiful... Twice already. So he wasn't sure whether or not to joke about his looks anymore. Greed might say something else completely embarrassing about his looks.
Greed drops the bag onto the dash bored in front of him as he turns to Edward. "Just a kiss…And you get your six joints," Greed simply states with a casual shrug. "You don't have to smoke them all, and you don't even have to share them with me…Just…" Greed leans ever closer towards the smaller teenager with a smirk across his face as he pulls his black sun-glasses off of his eyes. "Kiss me…" He whispers huskily.
Edward peeks from behind his hands, which are still being held up in front of his face, and he feels his face heating up instantly when he meets Greed's piercing auburn colored eyes. He drops his hands from his face as he chews worriedly on his lip. "If I…k-kiss you…" His voice falls to a nervous whisper as he flicks his eyes back to Greed. "I get the weed, and I get to leave too? Nothing else?" Edward questions skeptically as he looks towards Greed distrustfully.
Greed nods his head with a coy smirk as he tilts his head to the side. "This is all I'm asking from you. Just a kiss. Maybe a feel—" He shrugs.
Edward instantly opens his mouth to object.
"—But that's it." Greed declares determinedly as he lifts both his hands in surrender. "Nothing else, I swear. You get to go back home—or wherever you want to go smoke your free joints—and I won't tell anyone about this sweet deal." Greed urges, his voice falling to a whisper as he leans closer towards the teenager.
'He might as well go on his knees and beg...' Edward thought uncomfortably. But then groans loudly as he shakes his head in self-denial at himself. "I can't believe I'm going to do this...Again..." He says with a sigh of frustration. "I'm so weak..." He bemoans quietly.
Edward then shakes his shoulders, and glares determinedly at Greed across from him as he leans closer, pulling his body towards the arm rest—which is blocking a path from him to Greed as he tilts his head up towards the older teenager. "Let's do this." He announces determinedly.
Greed grins in triumph and delight. His sharp teeth flashing in the dimly lit car as he moves closer towards Edward. "I knew you would..." He purrs.
Edward knows that Greed had parked his truck directly behind the school, and placed it safely out of eyesight, in between an empty yellow school bus and a huge propane tank. Which further conceals them, thanks to the barred and securely chain-linked fence hung all around the propane tank; putting them further out of view from the back doors of the school completely.
He knew that they were all alone, he knew that no prying eyes could spot them—unless they ventured out further and began searching in every direction behind the school—but he knew that no one would come out and even try to look for them. He also knew that no one even knew that they were parked out there.
Edward knew all of this, so that is the only reason why he's leaning up towards Greed's smirking face, with his own scowling facial expression, as he plants his lips timidly against the cool feel of Greed's lips.
Ed was going for a chaste kiss, a peck basically.
But that is until Greed wraps his arm securely around his shoulders, and presses his lips more firmly against the tiny warm mouth underneath his own.
Edward immediately closes his eyes tightly and practically wills his mind to block out just what exactly is transpiring between them. Repeatedly he's ordering himself to not think about what is happening, or who he is kissing. It's only just a kiss after all, nothing to worry about or get worked up over.
No one will come out and demand just what exactly is going on between them.
It is, after all, only a kiss.
'But...It's a kiss for drugs.' Is what Edward's mind keeps reminding him. 'God… I hit a new low, huh?'
Greed growls—startling Edward half to death in the process—and slides his hand down, and onto, the younger teenager's knee, smirking in between the kiss.
Edward shivers at the hand on his knee and roughly slaps his own hand over Greed's, making sure he digs his nails hard into the thin layer of skin as he holds tight.
But Greed merely growls deeper into the kiss and pushes his tongue into the mouth underneath his his own forcibly, letting the younger teenager claw at his hand as he continues to stroke Edward's leg with his thumb. The pain was pleasure, it makes it all the more exciting, more thrilling and erotic.
He loves the pain.
Edward bristles when he feels Greed's tongue enter his mouth without his consent, and starts to hyperventilate when the hand underneath his own, starts inching it's way further up his knee. Gliding across his inner thigh, and just finger tips away from touching his—
"G-Greed…!" Edward pants heavily. And the hand only slides up further. "Don't!" He gasps.
Now he's being groped.
And that wasn't all, Greed's hand only presses harder against him and starts to move in a more faster rhythm on top of his crotch.
Edward makes a shrill noise, almost like a whine to that of a dog, as he pulls his mouth away, clawing desperately onto the 20-year-old's shoulder blades as he fights for oxygen.
When he finally gets his breath back, Greed's mouth is once again on top of his own in a heated kiss. Tongues sliding every which way. Breath heavy. Hands searching.
Edward parts his mouth slightly and breathes deeply. "Too...Fast..." He breathes out.
The sentence causes Greed to smirk widely as he fondles Edward once again. Watching in fascination as Edward continues to close his eyes tightly as he breathes heavily through his mouth. The sight was beautiful. And sexy as hell.
Edward tilts his head back, no longer in control of his bodily functions as he desperately grabs onto Greed's shoulders for support. "A-ah!" He whines, bucking his hips in a hopeless rhythm.
And he couldn't believe the noises that came out of his mouth, it was needy, pathetic, shrill, and desperate sounding.
But at the same time, he just did not give a shit, because no one ever touched him like this, no one made him feel this way. It seems like no one ever wanted to. But now that Edward is finally getting this sort of attention, he feels like he couldn't turn back. He's slipping past his own self-control and delving deeper into something more...Sexual.
"Greed...!" Edward breathes huskily as he hangs his head onto Greed's shoulder, spreading his legs further and further allowing access to his groin, which is now feeling constricted inside his tight black jeans.
"More...?" Greed whispers into Edward's ear, grinning from ear-to-ear deviously. An expression that is kept hidden away from Edward.
Only because the shorter teenager is too busy biting onto his neck to even notice the wicked smile stretched widely across his face.
When he receives a timid nod from the blonde-haired teen, Greed hastily drops Edward's zipper, which he receives a gasp of surprise from Edward for, before he plunges his hand into Edward pants, boxers and all, as he picks up his pace and deepens his touch. Edward shivers inside his arms and pants more heavily into his neck.
Edward grabs onto Greed's shoulders for support, throws his leg further to the side and arches his back in order to give Greed more access to his growing erection as he bucks his hips shamelessly, head flung backward without his knowing.
Greed was enjoying this, yes, this is going exactly as planned...Well...To a certain extent. He really didn't need to stick his hand into Edward's pants, but it certainly made it all the more fun. All that was left for him to do, is get someone to come out here and—
Greed flashes his eyes out the window, and standing just in front of his car's hood, is Ling Yao. He easily recognizes that face any where. And by the hurt, yet blushing, facial expression the long-haired kid was wearing on his face, he can easily tell that his plans have worked out well.
He crushed Ling's trust for Edward, and crushed what was left of his and Edward's friendship. Edward, was now all his to enjoy and grope.
Greed's halts his rapidly moving hand—as much as he hated himself to do that—and sighs silently. "Let's do that again…" Greed smiles deeply.
Edward blushes darkly in shame as he casts his eyes down to his revealed boxers, and Greed's hand still inside and becomes more embarrassed than what he was already feeling.
"But, some other time though," Greed suggests with a heavy sounding sigh of disdain as he glares out the window and removes his hand from around Edward's hardened shaft. "When someone isn't watching us." He growls darkly.
Edward's eyes widen considerably at Greed's statement. "W-what?!" Edward gasps in sheer shock as he whips his head over towards the window beside them with incredulity.
And that's where he spots Ling, standing just at the hood of the car with his back-pack lingering dangerously close to the cement, about ready to fall by how stiff the long-haired teenager was standing just across from them, his dark onyx eyes wide in disbelief and face tinted with a light pink hue in what looked to be embarrassment.
Edward quickly climbs off of Greed's lap, he only notices then that his legs were spread embarrassingly wide in front of the older teenager as he slams back into his seat and quickly zips up his zipper from his pants with an uncomfortable hiss.
Edward doesn't even know how long Ling has been standing there, but he knew it was long enough by how shocked and...Hurt...The long-haired teenager looks.
But when he notices that Ling's hurt facial expression falls from his face, and is replaced instead by a look of pure fury, Edward felt his stomach drop at the malicious glare, the bulge in his pants instantly going limp. Ling starts striding directly towards them at the car.
Edward panics, quickly he grabs his back-pack and his sweater from the back seat and hastily kicks open the door and jumps out. "W-wait! I know it—" He tries to explain, but immediately gets cuts off by Ling.
Who flicks him a middle finger as he spouts two words that completely take Edward off guard.
A loud, and harsh sounding: "Fuck you!"
Ling stomps all the way up to Edward and glares heatedly into the wide golden eyes below. "I got a text saying. 'I'm at the back of the school.' I thought it was you, getting you're ass kicked!" He shouts furiously. "But all I see is you, sitting on top of Greed, with his hand down your—!" He quickly cuts himself off as he bites down harshly onto his tongue.
"What the fuck!?" Ling shouts instead as he throws up his hands. "Why would you even send me a text like that? What makes you think I wanna see you kissing someone else? And with Greed of all fucking people! It should've been—!" Ling quickly let's that exclamation die from his lips as he glares harshly down at the spot beside his sneakers, before he looks back towards Edward with a dark scowl. "Never mind." He bites out angrily.
Edward wanted to hear the rest of that sentence, he needed to know what Ling was about to say. But as he opens his mouth to respond, he takes a step towards Ling.
"Don't touch me!" Ling harshly demands.
Edward stops dead in his tracks with a shocked expression.
"You're just...You're just a..." Ling couldn't even finish the sentence. 'How could he...? How could Edward just do that? What about...?' Ling shakes his head in refusal as he sighs heavily. "Bye." He simply says as he turns around.
"NO!" Edward shouts, a little more loudly than what he meant to as he reaches for Ling's shirt sleeve. "I didn't! I didn't fucking do, that," He whispers harshly. "With him! It was just a—"
"—kiss. I know. I saw everything." Ling deadpans. Then flicks his dark eyes back to Edward from over his shoulder. "It's still fucked up Edward…Especially when you kiss Greed." He growls angrily. Before his eyes widen in horror as he turns back around to face the blonde-haired teenager. "You two are together, aren't you? That's why you've been avoiding me...!" Ling quickly rationalizes. "And if I didn't come here sooner, I would've caught—"
Edward growls in frustration. "No! Would you just shut up and—"
"—you always tell me to shut up!" Ling roars.
Causing Edward to stumble back in shock.
"I'm sick of you treating me like I'm just a friend, or I'm just an annoying little brother." Ling hisses in disdain as he turns abruptly around without another word as he shrugs on his back-pack and begins striding away. "See you whenever. Whore." Was Ling's monotone good-bye. His long black hair whipping in the wind behind him with each hurried stride.
Edward drops his back-pack to the cement and stares hopelessly lost at the retreating figure of Ling Yao.
What has he done? Did he honestly just ruin another friendship? How could he do this?
He drops his gaze from Ling's back and stares down at his sneakers in refusal. 'What did I do? What did I just do?' He keeps repeating inside his head. Flashes of memories start appearing before his gaze.
"If you had a choice...Would you leave...?" Twelve-year-old Edward asks timidly.
"I don't want to think about that day..." He whispers helplessly, tightly shutting both his eyes as he bows his head.
"No. I wouldn't leave you behind." He replies, smiling ruefully at the blonde standing before him.
"Stop it..." Edward growls in displeasure, he drags his hand up to his face in order to block both his eyes.
"What about Alphonse?"
"I trust him. And I like him...But you're special."
"I'm special...?"
"Yes. And you matter to me...Edward...I—"
Edward furiously shakes his head as he grips his shoulder with his left hand. 'It hurts...My heart. It hurts...' His head whispers softly. 'I ruined...Another friendship...' Edward thought, eyes stinging with un-shed tears of frustration and hurt.
"Hey..."
Edward looks up from his sneakers to look over his shoulder at Greed with empty golden colored eyes. "What?" He deadpans monotonously, eyes rimmed with hot tears as he furiously blinks them away.
Greed smirks and gestures to his car. "Still want that ride home? Or you gonna stand here all day, wishing you were someone else?"
Edward scowls deeply at the older teenager and looks back to where Ling was once standing before him, then he shakes his head and walks back towards Greed's car with an empty glaze reflected inside his eyes. "Take me home." He orders sternly as he opens the passenger side door and slams it shut behind him.
"Still wanna get high?" Greed asks as he slides himself behind the steering wheel.
Edward looks out the window beside him, then looks back to Greed as he nods his head sternly. "Yeah. More than ever now." he announces in determination.
Greed simply smirks as he then bends over inside his seat in order to retrieve something from out the bottom of his seat. "I got a little present for myself." He states mischievously as he pulls out a small bottle of whiskey with a large grin and waves it in the air. "Let's have a little nip while we get high. You in?" He asks with a laugh escaping his wickedly grinning lips.
And Edward all but forgotten about his question of: "Who exactly was the one that texted Ling?"
Hello there kitties! Notice I put Kitties instead of Kiddies? It's better this way, because this way, I think of adorable kittens.
Anyways, enough with the randomness, I just wanted to thank those who are still willing to read this story of mine. I hope I didn't let you guys wait that long. I swear I'm still with this story, even though my profile says otherwise. I haven't given up on this story, AT ALL, I started Stray Hearts right after I finished a couple of the first chapters to Rock N' Roll High, so this story is also my baby. My second one actually.
I hope you guys still continue to like this story, give me a review, makes my hands type like crazy when you do. Thank you again.
-Hella
P.S: What did you guys think of the Lime or Lemon that's in this chapter? More? Or Less? More humor? Or more action? Tell me your two-cents and it'll be greatly appreciated!
