Hey guys! I wanted to write a Russell/Ed story cuz there simply aren't enough :) But this is kinda short and sweet. Well actually it's kinda angsty and there is attempted fluff so enjoy

Disclaimer: Still don't own it...

I walked into Russell's apartment, and ran my hand through my hair as I put the key he gave me into the lock. Today had been terrible, the doctor's appointment went horribly and I had a headache that felt like a hammer was hitting my skull from the inside. I sighed and called out his name as I stepped in. I got no response but I knew he was here because I'd seen his car in the parking lot. "Russell?" I heard him laughing with someone and the other voice sounded suspiciously like a girl's. I walked further in not bothering to take of my shoes, because I had the feeling I might have to make a speedy getaway in a few moments.

I opened his bedroom door, and just as I thought Russell and a girl I vaguely recognized were on his bed, him on top of her, with his hand sliding up her shirt. When he saw me he gasped and sat up abruptly. The girl sat up and blushed, probably at being seen in such a compromising position. "Ed, uh, hey…" I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I wanted to hit him so badly but I held back, that could wait until the slut was gone. The girl looked between us, and scratched the back of her head. "So, Russell, who's this?" He opened his mouth to answer but I beat him to it. "I'm Edward. I'm...I'm just a friend. Sorry for walking in, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be over here." She nodded, and I think she started to notice the tension in the atmosphere, because she straightened out her clothing and hair, grabbed her bag and politely said goodbye.

I just stared at Russell until I heard the door to his apartment open and close as she left. "Ed…baby, I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? You're not sorry, for anything. You're only apologizing because I fucking busted you."

"Ed, I really am. I was going to tell you about her anyway. My mom wants me to date that girl so bad, and I haven't had a girlfriend and I spend a lot of time around you and she was getting suspicious."

"Why can't you just tell her, we're together? Why can't you just own up, and stop being so ashamed of being with me?"

"I'm not ashamed of being with you, hon, if my mother found out; she would be so disappointed, and angry. It's not you, it's her." It was always something with Russell, there had been so many problems in our relationship, and I was beginning to get tired. "Edward, just forget about it. You know the only person I care about is you. I only want you."

I felt my resolve to stay angry at him waver, I just wanted to let him hold me and tell me everything was okay. I didn't want to deal with this right now, my head hurt too damn much, and my cold was getting worse."Russell, just…fuck you. Stop doing this to me." He sat up against the headboard and beckoned me closer to him. I stripped down to my boxers then climbed on his bed and sat between his legs with his arms wrapped around me. "Russell, fuck you, this is your last damn chance." But I knew, and he knew, that that wasn't true.

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