Hula-ing for Dummies

Author’s Note: Well I’m still researching for the sequel to Wax Poetic so I’m not really sure how long it’s going to take. *sigh* Also I’m not really sure that this story has a point since I just feel like writing something to have a legitimate excuse to take a break, so I’m just babbling my way into a story here. Hope it’s good for you. =D

Disclaimer:

To whom it may concern:

The author of this story does not necessarily agree with anything in this story. It is solely the fault of a heretofore unnamed muse. In addition neither the author nor the nameless muse owns any characters, ideas, songs, words, letters, and/or programs which may be used forthwith to write this story. No money is made in this sad attempt to write whatever this is and the aforementioned disclaimer is really nothing more than a load of shit that no one reads but that the author has to put in this space so that no one thinks that her poor self might own anything (even pocket lint, as she cannot even afford pockets). Therefore, inasmuch as she has bothered to write this pile of crap, please keep in mind that she doesn’t even have control over her muses much less any pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, etc. that could not possibly result from this overflowing latrine of wordy bull puckey. Thank you and please feel free to flame. *snerk*

Sincerely,

Happyonna

Hula-ing for Dummies

“Really, brother, I think you really should swing your hips the other way on the up beat.”

Ed sighed. “Al, I told you the last time that it says you swing to the left right before you go into the twirl.”

“But that throws your balance all off!”

Now usually Ed would be ecstatic to be with his newly restored brother, but today was just not one of those days. Really, one would think that it would be easy for two such accomplished alchemists to figure out how to do one stupid dance, but Al just wasn’t helping. Of course one would also think that Ed would be the last person trying to learn to hula. The blonde growled mentally and swore once again that he would never ever again bet against Riza Hawkeye about anything.

“Just hold the stupid book higher, Al, so I can get this over with.”

The darker boy released a frustrated breath and turned the book outward. “Yes, brother.”

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Four agonizing hours later Ed still couldn’t swing left and then twirl right. He snatched the book of the devil from his exasperated brother (who was really just trying to help him) and proceeded to rip the evil thing to teeny tiny pieces. Alphonse was torn between laughter and a reprimand for his brother destroying that most sacred of all things, a book. Still, his brother could repair it, he supposed and picked laughter.

Smothered snickers pulled Edward from his methodical shredding. He glowered fiercely at the culprit before turning back to actually sneer at his good sized pile of paper.

Seeing Edward’s upper lip pull back from his teeth to actually shimmy in disgust was all it took to make Al completely lose it. Falling backward the boy howled with laugher. He rolled back and forth across the floor with tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Ed waited with swiftly thinning patience for his brother to finish. After a few moments, when the other boy didn’t stop or even slow down, Edward snarled and raked his arm through his semi-neat pile sending paper fluttering to the floor.

“Fine then, know it all! You do it!!”

Alphonse managed to control himself and bounced to his feet. “What, you don’t think I can?”

“Of course not! Hell, no one can do this!! That book was a crock!”

Al’s smile turned fierce. “Alright, brother. If I can do it then you’ll have to offer up a forfeit.”

Ed humphed. “Fine. If you can make it on the first try, I’ll give you what ever you want.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Watch and learn, brother.”

The blonde watched with wide eyes as his little brother executed the perfect bounce, step, step, swing left, then turn. When the darker boy stood triumphantly before him, Ed just goggled for a split second before stuttering, “No way! You cheated!! I know you did! That bet was rigged…”

Al smirked. “Ah-ah, brother. Admit it. I won, you lost. Now you owe me!”

Conceding defeat, Ed hung his head, blonde strands concealing his face. “Fine, fine. What do you want, you fiend.”

“When you hula at Roy’s birthday party, you’ll do it in a grass miniskirt.”

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Across town at Central HQ Roy’s head lifted from where it was… ahem…. studying the grain of his desk. Had that just been Fullmetal that he heard screaming??

TBC (soon)