Here, it's shorter but I wanted to get it up because I wrote it quickly today. :)

Busy busy busy.

I woke up with an arm slung around my waist. I squeezed my eyes shut again, ignoring my hangover and trying to replay the past 12 hours.

Last night . . . It was really something. After the initial part of the night, Bella and I had pretty much stayed up until sunrise, hanging out. There wasn't really another word for it. We didn't kiss, didn't flirt; we just drank our tea, talked, and watched late night TV for the most part. It was nice.

I couldn't believe the turn of events; yesterday I was sitting on my couch, watching the Raptors game - completely unaware I would meet Bella let alone hook up with her. I felt reckless, irresponsible . . and adventurous. A part of me wanted that feeling to stay; it was exiting. I hadn't acted this way since my college days! Though, the other part of me - the part that stopped Bella from going any further - knew the repercussions of my actions. Tanya would be absolutely crushed and all the stability I'd worked for would fall to pieces.

For some reason though, cheating on Tanya didn't bother me as much as I suspected it should. I rationalized it out in my mind. There was no harm if it only happened once. It wasn't like Bella and I would have a thing, right? We were just drunk last night - she probably didn't mean half of what she said. I probably didn't feel half the things that I felt. It was just kissing in the dark.

The hand on my stomach suddenly came up and attached itself to my face.

"Babe!" The voice of an obviously distressed Tanya cried.

The hand shook my face until I responded. "Yeah? What is it?"

"Can you get me Advil? My head hurts."

I sighed, stopping my girlfriend's fingers from entering my eyeball. "Mine too."

I swung my feet off the bed and onto the ground, shaking myself awake. I disliked sleeping over at Tanya's because she always woke me up so early with requests the required me to stand and use my brain. Tanya groaned and told me not to shake the bed so much, or she'd yak. To be honest, I don't think she'd have much left to yak out.

At around 5:30am Tanya woke up again, nauseous as fuck. Bella and I helped her through her vomit spell, Tanya too sick to question why Bella - the girl from the bar - was in her house. After we had successfully put Tanya back in her bed to sleep, Bella said that she'd better leave.

"I'll text you." She had said, giving me a hug as she departed.

I definitely wanted her to text me. With our numbers in each other's phones, we decided that maybe we could hang out again soon or something. I absolutely could not wait to hear from her.

...

The shift at Olive's was pretty brutal. I got chewed out by Aro, the creeper who was unfortunately my boss. I just couldn't concentrate today; my mind kept going back to Bella and the other night. Anti-monogamous, inappropriate thoughts bombarded my working conscience - her body pressed against mine, her lips tasting my skin, her hands going where they pleased and taking what they wanted. Too hot. Too steamy. For the workplace.

"Ice cream and biscotti for dessert?" The chef complained that he didn't have a dish called 'Ice cream and Bella'. More than once tonight. Oops.

Little things like that happened all through my shift. Aro took every chance to breathe down my neck with oil-slicked, Italian voice and slithery hands that touched me more than necessary. He was always putting his hands all over the young waitresses there, it was dirty. I shivered at that the thought. A job's a job.

Getting out of the shower, I wrapped my hair in a towel turban, threw on some sweats, and made my way to the living room.

"Well you look positively alluring tonight." Said Edward, already cross-legged on the couch, watching the Big Bang Theory. Just as I crouched to sit down, Edward put his hand on my butt and pushed me towards the kitchen. "Make us some popcorn, sis." He said.

"You."

"You're already standing."

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes, putting down my phone and heading to the kitchen.

Edward called out his thanks as I left the room, firing up the microwave for the crunchy goodness. I heard the familiar ring of a received message, and I snapped up, alert. I was already walking back to the couch when I saw Edward holding my phone in his hand. He looked up at me, puzzled.

"Why is Bella texting you?" He asked me, as I snatched the iPhone from his grasp.

I looked at the message.

10:27pm - Bella Swan

Hey cutie

I felt the smile spread on my face; I'd been waiting for her text for two days. I started typing back with fervor. "Bella! What's-

The phone was grabbed from my hands before I could send it. "You didn't answer me," Edward said. "I saw that smile." I glared at him, and went to get it back, but he stretched it out of my reach.

"Give it back." I demanded, climbing on top of him.

He turned the screen towards him and read the messages. " 'Hey cutie'? Are you sure she has the right number?"

I put my palm on his cheek and jumped up, trying to get a grip on it. Boys were so annoying. I kneed him in the crotch, but he moved his hips to block himself, giving up the phone.

"That's none of your business." I said, turning my back on him to finish my message.

"Bella's my friend, and you're my sister; of course it's my business."

I rolled my eyes, curling up at the opposite end of the couch. "Yeah, but you're a gossipy bitch, you consider everything your business."

Edward laughed, shaking his head. "Go get popcorn."

I took the opportunity to get out of the room, heading for the microwave. Taking my sweet time to get a bowl and pour it in, my phone rang again and I checked the message.

10:33pm - Bella Swan

Was just thinking about you. Decided to text :)

The smile was back on my face, and I wrote my response. "It took you two days to think about me?" I joked to her. Lamely, I was silently laughing to myself, leaning over the bowl of popcorn. I was hanging off every word of our conversation like a school girl. So weird.

"I take it you're not talking to Tanya." Edward's voice interjected my thoughts.

I looked up to see him leaning against the door frame. I narrowed my eyes. "Again, Edward. Not your business." I said, sighing and grabbing the bowl of popcorn. I slipped past him, making sure to keep the phone securely by my side. Edward followed me to the couch.

"Do you like her?" He asked me.

I was caught off guard by his question. Looking visibly shaken, I recomposed myself. "What are you talking about, I'm dating Tanya."

Edward chuckled, shaking his head. He stuck his hand into the popcorn, putting a few pieces in my mouth before bringing the fistful to his lap. "It's okay, you know. A lot of people end up liking her. Single or not." He said casually.

I crunched loudly. "Okay. . . I don't care." I said.

Except I did care. I knew she was out of my league! Of course other girls want her. Who wouldn't? Oh gosh, I'm going jealous girlfriend on not-my-girlfriend. Fuck. I could hardly stand the thought of other girls swooning over Bella. Especially at the extent that I was. She was mine! Wait, what? No she's not yours Alice, you fucking cave man. In fact you shouldn't even be thinking of her, much less asserting possession over her.

My inner bickering started to show on my face, because Edward told me to stop scrunching up my nose.

"If you like her that's fine." Edward said, again.

"I don't." I countered.

"Alright. But she's a smooth talker, and you know - hot. So,"

"I don't, Edward!" I said again. He was so damn persistent! Why couldn't this guy miss a beat.

He raised his shoulders, indicating that he wasn't attacking me. "Okay, I know. I'm just warning you that if you did, or you ended up doing so, things with Bella generally don't go anywhere."

I raised an eyebrow. They don't go anywhere? Why was he talking like he thought I was contemplating a relationship with her. I wasn't. I was just very, very infatuated. . . and excited, and super-lesbian for her. Okay, maybe I did want to know what he was talking about.

"Hypothetically speaking," I started. "How would you know?"

Edward reached in for more popcorn, pausing his motion to speak. "She's been my friend as long as Jasper has. I've seen her go through chicks like laundry."

"Like, she gets around?" I asked, feeling a pit starting to form in my stomach. Was I just another girl to Bella? Another use-and-lose girl that she thought was cute?

Edward gave me a knowing look. "Yeah. And she especially likes a challenge." My phone buzzed and we both looked at the sender - Bella. He nodded toward my lit screen. "And once that challenge is gone, so is she." He finished. I knew what he was saying without him having to outright say it. It's like he already knew.

He was telling me not to fall for Bella.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and forced myself to shrug. "Sucks for whoever falls for that crap." I said, keeping my tone indifferent. I turned to the TV, indicating that that was the end of the conversation and I would no longer be contributing.

Edward took the cue and didn't press the issue further, only saying one last thing with his eye glued to the television. He didn't even budge to see my response. "You better cover up that hickey, lest Tanya know your secret."

My body tensed and I immediately reached for my neck to the area that Bella had kissed the other night. Fuck me.

It's so hard to resist writing smut. But it's not my style, sooo . . . pg pg pg