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The wait for Al to get to Central was becoming excruciating. It had already been about 12 hours since he called, and his mind wouldn't stop racing. He literally felt like he would implode from the amount of thinking, guessing, and planning he was doing. Even though it had already been hours, he still had no idea of how to explain the situation to Al. He didn't want to know what Al's reaction would be. He was sure he would get a lot of heat for not telling him about Cane, but they didn't have time for that and surely that was bound to make Al frustrated. Also, the fact that Winry and Granny were caught up in this, would make him furious, just

So today I reached the 4.5 month mark... Yippee. And of course I had to not fit into my pants anymore. Did the baby have a growth spurt overnight? I mean my pants fit yesterday. Now I sit on my closet floor crying. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it. "Hello?" I said all sniffles. "Matt where are you? We're waiting at the stop sign and you haven't shown and school starts in 10 minutes." I sniffled again. "Hey what's wrong?" "None of my pants fit!" I said as I cried again. "They fit yesterday and now I can't button any of them! The damn kid had a growth spurt overnight!" I heard Jimmy telling the guys to go ahead to school he'd see them later.

That moment where you feel like a grade A asshole. Your ass is on the line. All hell's crashing down around your head. There's a gun pointed at your face, and the guy behind it's ready to pull the trigger. Yeah, I'm there. Literally. Mello's got his gun in hand, and the muzzle's synced in a straight shot with my skull. Pretty normal for us, 'cept that he already fired one bullet. It's lodged in the wall by my ear. Barely missed me too. And something tells me that shot was a warning. Mello's too good a shot to miss, especially at this close a range. Na, he meant to miss. A warning, like I said. Shut the fuck up, or the next one's going to blow