Crazy Possessive, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

I don't own, or claim to own, FullMetal Alchemist OR the song "Crazy Possessive" by Kaci Battaglia. AN: This isn't too awful for little-to-no editing and writing this on my phone in a noisy hair salon...Is it? :[ Pairing: EdWin Enjoy? :3

It wasn't her fault. They were dating. Wasn't jealousy to be expected...?

I think I'm crazy, I think I'm going out of my mind.

'Glaring daggers.' She's always found that as an odd term. Because really, how could you glare an object?

You call me crazy,

I thought I saw you touching my guy!

But frankly, then she wished she had one to throw.

...

Or a wrench. That would just as good. Maybe better.

…

No. Definitely better.

Are you crazy?

Maybe I should take you outside and show you crazy.

Ooo I got your crazy!

The blonde's foot was tapping harshly. So hard, in fact, her toes were starting to hurt.

Not that it mattered. That pain was nothing compared to was she was going to put that thing of a woman through.

A little hazy,

maybe I'm just loosing my mind.

She'd been watching them talk for over ten minutes. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't exactly frowning, either. 'Old friends,' he'd called them.

Yeah. Right.

Just by watching she knew one of them had something at one point. She was utterly sure it was the female 'companion.'

I think you're shady

I know that you've been callin' my guy!

Her teeth were clamped so hard together she could feel her jaw pop. She'd heard the voice before.

'Hello?'

'Hi! Is Ed home?'

Disgusted, she frowned and watched Ed return to her. "I have to go, Win. Al's waiting and stuff, you know? I'm sorry!" He gave her one of his smiles that made her melt. "I love you."

"Love you, too." She muttered and watched him leave. Almost instantly, though, her eyes returned to the girl.

Are you crazy?

And now I'm gonna take you outside!

Standing up abruptly, Winry strode towards her.

She was indeed glaring daggers at her.

Teh. What was her name again?

Aya? ...Yes. That was it.

And show you crazy

Ooo I got your crazy!

Coming upon her, the blond was steaming.

Pissed off with an awful frown, she took the liberty to tap the girl's shoulder. The tan, well-developed girl turned with a gorgeous smile, but upon seeing who it was claiming her attention, it dropped abruptly.

"You."

"Yeah, me," Winry's voice was icy, chilling almost herself it seemed so cold.

"Can I help you?"

"You can."

"Oh really?" The girl's smirk was challenging. "And how could I do that?"

"You'd best stay away from him, you hear me you flirtatious b-tch?"

The girl sputtered a laugh. She stared at Winry straight in the eye, leaning down a bit (she was about an inch taller...teh. Lame). "Make. Me."

Fingers clenched, the blue-eyed girl was growling like a rabid animal. "Call my man again and I'ma f-k you up!"

And I'ma f-k you up!

The expression Aya gave her made the mechanic go on like a stream train.

"Touch my man again and I'ma f-k you up!" Shoving the girl back a few steps, Winry held her ground, actually taking a step forward, eyes narrowed so harshly they were almost squinting.

And I'ma f-k you up!

She could remember the time she'd just met Aya. 'Oh, we'll be best friends! I just know it!' She'd given her a big, jump-for-joy hug just after, smiling like she was just made of happiness.

Right. Whatever you say, ya' whore.

Even so, it'd fooled Ed.

Sadly.

Call me crazy,

every time that I turn around you're on my baby

Ooo but I'm his lady.

Days passed. Winry noticed the looks she'd gotten across the street. Glaring was contagious, it seemed. And jealousy wasn't just 'overlooked.'

Am I possessive

just because I'm claiming what's mine?

And you're crossing the line!

Confrontation was always...fun.

"Freak," was the word that came first

. And then came the daggers from the other. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Then she was even more-so pissed off. "Why are you constantly callin' him up to pick you up? Let me know now."

"Insecure, aren't you? You know I'm better. You're afraid because he's already in my hands," she smirked. "You know, he answered the phone last night."

You call me crazy...

"...You didn't hear me clearly last time, huh?"

Ooo, I got your crazy!

"Ever been punched by a mechanic before?"

The returned face she received made her smirk.

And so it began.

'Call my man again and I'ma f-k you up!'

And I'ma f-k you up!

Watching the blood stream from the other girl's nose, Winry smirked with an aura that said 'death.' She held a fist high above her head...

They call me crazy...

They say I'm crazy...

I know you are but what am I?

"Wait! Winry, stop!"

They call me crazy...

I think I'm crazy...

I know you are but what am I?

Ooo I got your crazy!

"Winry!"

Call my man again and I'ma-

"Damn it, Winry, stop punching me!"

Sitting forward abruptly, the girl looked around groggily, searching for the slut she'd just been trying to slaughter. Noting she was in fact in her living room, she uttered a confused sound.

"Huh?"

Suddenly she realized she was sitting next to Ed, whose chest she'd just been sleeping on. She though about her dream for a second, and then asked:

"Ed, are you mine?"

Eyebrows doing that funny little thing they did when he was confused, the blond boy stared at her for a second, speechless.

"Well? Are you?"

"...Yes?"

Proceeding to flop her head back down on Ed's chest, the girl sighed. "Good answer."

…

Ed rolled his eyes a bit.

"Teh. Women."

Eck. o.o I didn't enjoy this very much. It was okay. I don't write happy things. :O I just DON'T! Dx! I tried, though. XP Pweeze don't harshly flame? :]