Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist. But, you know, if they were just handing out rights to it, I'd be right up there in the front of the line.

A/N: Oh my goodness! I'm so excited! I've got my computer back! It's working again! I'm definitely going to start updating more often! Doesn't that make you guys happy! Anywho, here's a little oneshot to get me back on my feet. Which may or may not turn into a series of oneshots concerning Edward's lack of any sort of real adolescent childhood experiences. He went from little kid straight to grown up, nothing in between. :)

I Wouldn't Know

"That's a school Edward," Roy said with a small chuckle, looking on at the teenager who had been staring in the direction of the particularly large building for quite sometime. The boy shook his head and let out a strange noise somewhere between startled and exasperated, a grimace pulling down at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not an idiot Mustang, I know what a school is." his arms folded across his chest and he huffed out a little puff of angry breath.

Mustang watched as two young boys careened out of the front door, books clutched in one's hand, and a bag slung over the other's shoulder. They sprinted down the stairs, laughs falling from their mouths so naturally that it made Roy want to laugh as well. His high school life had been considerably well off. His intelligence hadn't been the cause of any "nerd" labeling, no, he was spared of that, as he was quite a looker in his younger days – as was the case now as well – and had been relatively talented in sports to top it off. He'd been popular enough, with plenty of friends he'd graduate with and never see again. "Where's Alphonse?" the question required no thought, as he absence of the hulking presence of the sweet, innocent, well-mannered armor bound boy was always instantly missed.

Ed's mouth pulled to the side, his lips pressing together at a contemplative angle, before he stuck out his tongue, "Groceries, for some reason. I don't like the idea, we're leaving in two weeks again anyway."

"What did you plan on eating for those two weeks?" Roy asked, watching Edward's golden hues train on the two boys for a moment. The boy didn't answer, and gave no indication that he planned on doing so. The boys had found a group of other children and had sat on the front steps of the building, other students departing around them. One of the boys had an arm slung across a pretty brunette's shoulders, and the other was engaged in some sort of strange smacking contest with another boy. The interactions were full of smiles and mirth, and Roy wondered what had Edward here, today, quietly observing these happy children from a distance.

"High school," Roy sighed, rolling his eyes and watching the other alchemist turn his head in his direction, "it's all drama in the end."

"Drama?" Edward repeated, looking at Roy for a long moment, before turning back to the school with a quiet scoff, "I wouldn't know."

Roy froze. He hadn't even thought of the fact that Edward had never been to high school. He had forgotten that Edward was still a child, an age at which he belonged with those kids on the stairs, but living a life in which he belonged with the men of the world, spouting ingenious calculations and facing adult situations daily. It was so much simpler just to assume the boy as an adult, a major, a state alchemist, human weapon, colleague: a man, in essence.

"You could..." Roy found words failing him, his eyes wide, "... try to talk to them. Make friends?" it sounded stupid even in his own ears as it came flying out into the world from between his parted lips. He thought that it shouldn't sound stupid. It should be a perfectly reasonable thing to say. But it did.

Edward laughed, really laughed, bending over and placing a hand over his mouth to quiet his own guffaws, "That's funny," he let out between giggles, the smallest of the laughs that were left, "because I have time for friends, or social skills for that matter."

He was right, he didn't have time, "You could try," Roy suggested it anyway.

Ed grew a bit more serious, "Eh, who needs friends like that? I heard that they're all dicks and sluts anyway." he tossed his hand through the air dismissively, "High school, right? Drama. I wouldn't fit in anyway."

Mustang had no argument for this, really.

"Is that the Fullmetal Alchemist?" a voice from the direction of the school wondered, and Edward smiled ruefully, offering a small wave in the direction of the pretty brunette who had noticed him beyond the gate before he turned and began to walk away. He didn't wait to hear anything else. Roy followed him with a frown.

"Edward –"

"What?" the boy interrupted before he could even finish his sentence, let alone begin it. Mustang wasn't sure what.

"Maybe you should go and find Alphonse?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

A/N: Thanks for reading! :D