Welcome to our little collab drabble! This is my first fic, mewritetoo is an old pro. Thanks for reading and we hope you enjoy, Funny Little Thing.

Disclaimer: Twilight is not ours, we know this. What we do own, though, are a couple of computers, some free time and an unhealthy obsession with Twilight fanfic.

Chapter 1 – (Word prompt from MW2) Granola

Bella

I'm sitting at the breakfast bar in my kitchen, looking out the window at the dreary weather outside.

Thoughts of all the shit that is waiting for me at work seep into my consciousness. The heavy weight of nerves start to settle in my stomach. Forcing down the last bite of my cereal, I ponder aloud , "Do I run,do I go back to bed? Do I run, do I go back to bed..."

I must run.

I wonder why I even try to convince myself otherwise. I've been running for years so it' just part of my daily routine, like eating breakfast or taking a shower...I must do it.

Ten minutes later I'm sucking a stubborn piece of granola from my tooth as I hook on my sports bra. I throw on my running gear, still tugging on my damn sports bra, and head for the front door.

It's like this every morning. Suck a piece of granola from my tooth while I hook on my sportsbra, throw on my running gear and head on out the door...

Only today something halts my momentum. There is a little visitor on my doorstep when I try to exit the apartment.

It's orange...and a cat.

The thing looks up at me and meows. I stare down at it for a few seconds, hoping that if I keep eye contact long enough, it will get spooked and take off. It doesn't.

I step over the feline hobo and attempt to get on with my agenda, hoping the damn thing takes a hint and hits the road. Or gets hit in the road...whichever.

"Cute cat."

I jump, spin and grab my chest at the sound of a male voice coming from behind me. At 7 A.M. in a dark deserted hallway, it is the last thing any woman wants to hear.

"Shit! Oh my God, you scared me. Motherfucking hell." I'm panting.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to startle you." His tone tells me he's genuine.

I compose myself the best I can and take a closer look at the source of the voice. Standing there, with a newspaper under his arm and one hand up in surrender, is who I assume is my new neighbor.

Good looking guy, older. Maybe 35? Pajama pants and white t-shirt. I mentally log.

I scan his face, it's friendly. Then I look up to the top of his head, at his hair...at his messy, first of the morning bed head... and smile.

He must realize what he looks like because a blush begins to appear on his cheeks. Lifting his hand higher, he furiously works to flatten out the chaos on top of his head.

It's kind of cute.

I shake my head. "No, this isn't my cat. I don't do cats."

The man laughs a little and then I realize my words.

Shit.

"No, I mean, I don't like cats...I don't have a cat...this is not my cat."

He's still laughing... and shaking his head... and looking just, gorgeous...

"Okay." I point to the stairs. "I'm just going to..." and I start walking. " You can have the cat if you want." I offer from over my shoulder, as I put my ear buds in and start down the stairs. When I reach the landing, I turn back and look in his direction.

He's there...still watching me.

I smile and give a little wave.

He smiles and gives a little wave.

I turn back to the stairs.

I assume he turns and goes back into his apartment.

I secretly hope he's been watching my ass though.

Linkin Park blares in my ears and I am running down the street towards another day, only today I am smiling. Why, I don't really know.

A/N

Oh yes you do! Silly Bella.

Okay, it's MW2's turn now. Word prompt is...

"itchy"

(hee hee)