Well hello. A/N at the bottom in the meantime: no recognizable characters or plot points belong to me. This is strictly for my amusement (and maybe yours as well), I gain nothing from this. That is all.
Storyline: The Notebook
Text From Last Night: "It'll be like the notebook but with way more of my penis"
Edward's been after what I keep in my pants for months now. I can't lie, he's come close to getting it more times than I care to admit. I can't help myself around him; I go dumb. Not that I necessarily want to help myself around him. What I really want is to help him help me out of my fucking pants, if I'm being honest.
But…
We've been friends for the better part of forever, Edward and I. Who the fuck wants to muddy crystal clear friendship waters? Then again, I think we already did that six months ago. Six months ago AKA the night of which we speak frequently, and yet, never relive. The night Edward broke up with his girlfriend and he and I got "white girl wasted" which led to making out. I may have given him a handy; he definitely finger banged me so good I couldn't move for a solid twenty minutes.
Nothing since. Per my insistence. Six months of self-imposed blue labes. I hate myself for it but I may hate him even more for making me want him so bad. If it were left up to Edward, we'd be balls deep drowning in sex.
But… we aren't. And it fucking sucks.
But… being friends is more important to me. He's like the one real friendship I can always count on. He gets me, even when he isn't trying to get in me.
But…
Now all I can think about is how full of excuses and buts I am and how I really wish my butt was full of Edward's dick.
Fuck. Me. I gotta stop smoking and texting Edward.
But…here I sit, smiling stupid staring at my phone. It's 7 PM and my best friend, my reason for the blue labes, just texted as he always does. Class is over for Edward and now it's time to harass Bella. Yay, me. Fuck.
What're you doing B? Finger fucking yourself wishing it were me? - E
Stfu I was actually gonna switch it up, do a little ass play maybe ;) - B
You fuckin tease - E
I'm actually watching The Notebook – B
Fuck, how I wish I were lying about that. But…(since apparently that's my favorite fucking word as of late) I really am planning to watch The Notebook.
Why?! My cock is now rapidly deflating - E
That's hot. – B
The giggle I let loose is absurd. I'd never admit that it ever happened.
I hate you - E
And yet… - B
No, that's all. I hate you. - E
I can live with it. - B
You sure you don't want me to come over? Because I would do that for you. - E
Are you going to let me put it in your butt? Bc I'd do that for you. - B
Fuck. No. - E
Are you sure? I'm willing to reciprocate. - B
Can I come over if I say I'll let you? - E
Maybe. - B
C'mon Bella! I'll make it super romantic and shit. It'll be like The Notebook but with way more of my penis - E
Well when you put it like that… - B
Fuck yes! - E
Still no. Meow leave me alone. I'm smoking and then I'm gonna finger pop my asshole. - B
I'm coming over - E
Ok. I'll be done before you get here. - B
I hate you - E
I know. Hot. -B
He'll be here in 27 minutes; the boy is like clockwork. I guess I should put on some pants before he gets here. I'm relatively certain my conscience stepped out long ago when it comes to Edward because the majority of me really, really doesn't want to put any pants on. Not like he hasn't seen my ass before. Pretty sure he's seen a lot more than that.
Friends, best fucking friends. Minus the fucking, I remind myself.
I sit on the couch a few more minutes, mostly sulking. Every day I feel my resolve slip a little more, I'm pretty sure Edward knows it too. He's been extra as of late but so have I. I tease, it's true. It's a dangerous dance we're doing and if I were really honest with myself I'd admit this change in our dynamic scares me, but…for now I'll continue to live with denial and blue labes. Besides, the teasing is kind of fun.
Five minutes til Edward is due to arrive I trudge to my room, ass wagging in the wind, and find something to cover said ass.
Edward's incessant knocking comes loud, sharp, and right on time. I walk to the door, letting my best friend in. Stupid smile and all.
A/N: So, I'll keep this short and shweet. I'm trying out a little something. As previously mentioned, I'm taking entries from Texts From Last Night and fitting them into the Twilight universe. The texts might be part of an ongoing story line or just a fun little oneshot. Soooo kinda like a witfit but with TFLN. Why? I mean… why not? I don't have an update schedule, just playing it by ear. That is all. So, enjoy. Ok byeee.