Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, Hiromu Arakawa does.

It had been a couple days since Colonel Mustang had taken me and Al out to eat. Things are awkward between me and the Colonel right now, because of my episode of crying in front of him.

I had met Armstrong on my way to see the Colonel and we were having a muscle contest! Ripping off our shirts and having them mysteriously come back. Instead of pink sparkles surrounding my head when I did it, there were black sparkles. This is what the Colonel Mustang walked in on. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. But he made it alright, by ripping off his shirt and having sparkles surround him too! It was hard trying not to drool over Roy Mustang shirtless, to say the least! All the male officers from Roy's office eventually came to rip off their shirts, too. Also Alphonse was just their striking poses. Lieutenant Hawkeye came in and started shooting us and yelling "Get back to work!" We all scrambled back to what we were doing before this. So once again I was walking to the Colonel's office to talk to him about my mood swings. I was nervous, but I didn't know who else to go to. But, he was the only one I really wanted to see at this moment anyway. But before I could get there I started to feel nauseous. I ran to the Colonel's office and yelled "Where's the bathroom?!" Seeing my green looking face they pointed down the hall, and off I went.

Author's note-

Please review. Give suggestions. I know this chapter was random but I'm having problems with writing this story, please give me some help!