Feeling a bit on edge today, and it never fails to come through in my writing. Sorry in advance.



Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Idea Completion: Your best friend unexpectedly shows up at your home.


What was Alice doing over here first thing in the morning? She calls me for everything else, but simply shows up on today of all days.

"Hey Bella. You wanna come out and have lunch with me?" she asked with a broad smile on her face.

Looking down at my watch, I looked up at her with a raised brow. "Alice, it's 9:30."

"So breakfast then. Come on, we never hang out anymore and I'm dying to… wait," she paused, folding her arms over her chest. "Why are you answering your door wrapped in a sheet?"

I bit my lip and lowered my eyes to where my other hand held my bed sheet around me at my chest, my face flaming in embarrassment.

"Oh my god, Bella. You have someone here? Who's the lucky guy?" she chirped, rising up on her toes to look over my shoulder into my house.

"No one, just some guy. It's no big deal, really," I tried to say dismissively, rolling my eyes for effect. "I'll meet you at diner in like twenty minutes, okay?"

"Bella, have you seen my t-shirt?" his voice carried down the stairs before I could get the door closed and Alice's hand stopped it, pushing it back open.

Her mouth fell agape at the sight of a half-naked Edward at the top of the stairs, in nothing but a pair of jeans and right outside my bedroom door. Taking my arm and pulling me outside, closing the door behind me as I tried to hold the sheet around me.

"You're sleeping with my brother?!" Alice exclaimed loudly and my eyes went wide as I tried to hush her.

"Keep it down. 'Sleeping with him' would constitute repeat performances, so don't freak out. I was just upset and a little drunk last night, and I needed someone to talk to…"

"So call me," she retorted, her eyes still ablaze. "I'm supposed to be your best friend, you know. Why in God's name would you call Edward?"

"I didn't. He was at the bar last night, and one thing led to another…"

"So in a fit of loneliness, you sleep with my brother? Did you even stop to think of the consequences?!" Alice shrieked, waving her arms out.

"Obviously not. But why are you making such a big deal out of this, Alice? This sort of thing happens all the time to lots of people."

She shook her head. "Not with my best friend and my brother. What were you thinking?"

"I don't know," I replied softly, lowering my head. I'd never thought that Alice would react this way, knowing how I'd felt about Edward for years now.

Ever since my job had transferred me to the Seattle location, in the same complex as both Edward and Alice, I'd had what could only be classified as a schoolgirl crush on him. Aside from his obvious good looks, he was also one of the sweetest men I'd ever met, even inviting me to lunch with him and his sister on my first day. We became fast friends, as did Alice and I, yet the constant exposure to him on a daily basis did nothing to hinder my attraction to him. Every late night fantasy I possessed had now transformed to his handsome face and beautiful green eyes, the strong arms I would envision around me, or the long fingers I would imagine touching me.

Naturally, the fantasy couldn't compare to the reality of last night, and it was something that would forever be etched in my memory as the most incredible night of my life. But…

"It was only a one time thing, Alice. Please don't make this into a bigger deal than it is," I said softly, shaking my head and backing toward the door. "I'll meet you at the diner. I just need to get some clothes on."

I quickly entered the house and closed the door behind me, leaning back against it and closing my eyes against the tears that were threatening to form. Just ten minutes ago, I was basking in the last few moments I had in his arms, and now it'd been abruptly torn away from me, along with my mood.

"Just a one time thing, huh?"

His voice reached my ears and I sighed, opening my eyes to find him standing in the doorway of my living room with his arms folded over his chest. His jaw was tense with an expression on his face that I'd never seen before, and I pushed off the door to head toward the stairs.

"Edward, please don't."

He caught my arm before I could pass him. "That's all it was?"

I swallowed hard as my gaze rose to his tense eyes, unable to speak. His grip loosened and he stepped back with a nod.

"Good to know," he said angrily, walking over to the couch to grab his jacket before heading to the door.

"Edward, stop…"

"No," he replied firmly, holding his hand up to stop me from coming closer. "You've made yourself quite clear. Hope you enjoyed your quick fuck."

I jumped as he slammed the door behind him, tears streaming down my cheeks as I slid down the wall to the floor. The morning that had begun as my own personal heaven had evolved into the worst form of hell. Turning my eyes away from the door, a flash of gray caught my eye behind the couch.

Edward's t-shirt.

Rising up off the floor, I walked into the living room and lifted it to my face. Inhaling deeply, I crumbled onto the couch as his scent surrounded me, my tears dampening the fabric.

What had I just done?