01 Opening credits
"Thank God you didn't bring that skank back home with you."
"What skank?"
"Exactly...WHAT skank. There were flocks of them. I swear you're like a skank magnet."
I was sharing an apartment with my best friend, Edward Cullen, just around the corner. We both ended up enrolling at the University of Washington after high school and, with the support of both of our families, thought it be best to get a place together. It actually turned out to be a very convenient living arrangement. Except that it was killing me very slowly.
Don't get me wrong, he's no pig. It just turns out that I want him. Badly. Too bad I couldn't figure that out three years ago before we moved in. I didn't think anything of it at the time.
Today was the last day of finals for the both of us, and like every year, we agreed to kick back at our favorite bar on campus. It's my preferred spot because one of my best friends, Jake, was a bartender there. Oh, and because it was easy to get home when I was trashed status. For Edward, it's a pussy haven. He'd never said it himself, but I'm not dumb and I have two eyes. Everytime we go, I feel like I'm at a skank bank.
Skanks are a common theme in Edward's life so I've learned to get a lot of wordplay out of them. I don't know most of their names. Neither does he, I don't think.
"Come on. They were just being friendly."
I scoffed at his modesty. "So if they rape you, that's like what...a handshake?"
Edward laughed lightly as he looked down at our linked hands. Yes, we hold hands. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend. More like Can I Help You Cross the Street, Little Girl?
I'll take what I can get.
It has always been like this-acting like a couple when we are alone together and repulsed at anything crossing the platonic line when in a room full of people. And it's not like we don't talk about serious issues, but somehow the nature of our confusing relationship has never been approached. I've never taken the liberty to bring it up because, well, sometimes it feels like it's all in my head.
"...Bella?"
"WHAT." I snapped out of my thoughts to find myself in the middle of my bedroom with the back of my legs touching the bed. Apparently, I'm drunk enough to teleport.
"I asked if you'll be okay while I start the movie for us." Edward seemed to make up his own mind as he began backing up in the direction of the door.
"No, wait!" He turned back around with a mixture of surprise and hopefulness in his posture. Or maybe I'm describing my feelings. At this point, everything is spinning and I can't really draw a line between where I end and he begins. "Could you undress me? I...I mean...can you help me get out of my clothes?" It doesn't really matter how I word it, my dirty mind loves chilling in the gutter.
In the blink of an eye, Edward is suddenly standing directly in front of me, with the hem of my shirt bunched up in his fists. I automatically raise my arms above my head, and he keeps his eyes on mine the entire time. Everywhere his fingertips accidently brush is set of fire. The serious look of concentration on his face is making me hot! Like it's really a workload for him to strip a girl. Please, he's a pro. My jeans are suddenly around my ankles, and I can't believe I missed the best part with all the unbuttoning and unzipping. His fingers are quick and confident, I can't help but wonder what else he's good at...
He's a few feet away now. I know because the heat radiating between us has diminished. And I notice how he is determined to keep his eyes from wandering. He tries to discretely adjust himself through his pants. I know I'm in a slightly incoherent state, but it's not like he's never seen me in my underwear before. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me and I look down to make sure I even have underwear on.
Oh. I'm wearing the racy lacey lingerie set Alice bought me for Edward's birthday. I never really understood the part about her buying it on his special day. But she's a weird one so it was easily dismissed at the time.
"I'm going to go set up. Can I leave you on your own for the rest?" Without waiting for an answer, Edward is out the door and I have no choice but to pull myself together so that I can line up my limbs with the right articles of clothing. I end up throwing on a pair of boy shorts and take my bra off before slipping my arms through a t-shirt I suspect isn't mine because I can't find the opening to slip my head through it.
Lost in the tent of a shirt, my vision is blocked and my sense of hearing is heightened. I can hear faint, feminine moans and groans coming from the living room and start to see red. Hell no, one of those skanks did not follow him home! Part of me doesn't believe that one of them would be desperate enough to stalk him home, but a bigger part of me knows that my best friend would never pass up the opportunity to get his dick wet.
"No way you're getting it on with one of those parasites on our movie night, Edward Cullen!" I roar as I barge through my bedroom door. That's after I slam into the wall with the shirt wrapped like a noose around my neck. I contemplate changing out of it for a brief second and then decide I could probably use it as a weapon.
My eyes are no virgin when it comes to Edward and his sexual escapades, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
Originally, this was a long one-shot and then I lost the file! Pissed. That's why I have it as 'complete', but it's not. I'm thinking about turning it into a short-chaptered story because I have all these ideas in my head. But if you don't REVIEW you're gonna have to live with that bitchin cliffy. Regardless, thanks for reading :)
Disclaimer: I'm playing with Stephenie Meyer's characters.
