As I made my way home, for the first time in a week, I noticed something different about Edward. His look? No, I bought him that outfit for christmas
over the last three years; White Tommy Bahamma V neck tee, Black Aeropostale Hoodie, zipped halfway, a pair of True Religion Skinny jeans, Custom
made, And a pair of Chucks. What is so diferent? He wasn't High, or Drunk... New cologne? No... Obsession night... His Favorite... What is Different?
Wait, he has a look of Contemplation and worry etched across his face... Why? Was it me? Or was it my new, Nyphomanic brain? Probably. All these...
Feelings? I'm having are confusing... what should I do about them...
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EPOV The next day, The hospital let my Belly go home. On the drive home, She told me why she turned to drugs. It all startedwith her dream, A year before,
about me, apparently... odd. Obviously, it was severly painfull, but, I didn't ask we pulled up to the curb outside our appartment I took in
the building for the hundreth time. It was a two-story, duplex, about ten minutes to Crossroads School of santa monica but the only view I was
concernedwith was right next to me, sitting on the hood of my red, fastback mustang. I looked at her angelic face, and was shocked to see cherry red
lipstick, the same shade as my car... was that planned? did I make a decision based on her lipstick? The one thing I have an urge to taste? As my
eyes wander her figure, I see she has on a form fitting pair of jeans... very tight, almost hugging her shapely thighs, down to mid-calfto flair out
at the ankles... Bell bottoms? bell bottom skinny jeans? Interesting, yet oddly attractive. I see her feet for the first timetoday, and I Instantly
regret it, High heels? Wait, What was the special name for them? Alice taught me... stilettos? Yes, stilettos Five inch stilettos, an odd choice for
clumsy Belly... my eyes wander up to her navel... A Black Blazer, My black blazer... Why In six hells is she wearing my black blazer? We are going
home,Not to a formal dinner, Not yet... I look at the way she is wearing it, A slightly oversized blazer,to her, sleeves rolled up halfway... She is
ruining thePressline... But it does make her look so... so... Fuckable... wow, If anyone else was wearing that outfitt, She would look scrumpy, not
her, not my was the epitome of beauty, A goddess in mortal form, Aphrodite Herself."Hey, Bells, You want to go inside now?" I asked like an
Idiot, If she wanted to stay out here, I would gladly stay, with a smile on my face and a happy heart. I would jump off the golden gate bridge for MY
belly."Mmmkay Edward, But I think I need to tell you That I think You're Grand. I love you, Edward. I love you for allways being there for me, through
my Mom's Death, To all those trips to the hospital, through thick and thin, you have been the only constant in my life. I thank god for the day that
you Opened a can of Whoop-ass on that fifth-grader that was pulling my hair in kindergarden. And I am Glad that you survived That ten foot fall after
he Threw you off the jungle-gym... Edward." She was leaning over to me, and the scent of lavender and pineapple assalted my nose, That smell made me
Feel better that any drug. I lived For that wonderfull scent."I love you,Edward. I think I allways have." She nearly moaned softly. That gentle, small
moan sent my brain spinning at a mile a minute. I picked her up, Honeymoon style and carried her into the house. The only thing I could think of, with
all this contact With her, was an inconvenient arousal, So I started chanting the Plege of allegiance over, and over again as I climbed the stairs to
Our little Appaertment. It's a two bedroom, Two bathroom Fifteen hundred square foot apartment on the second story. We have lived here for the past
Year. When we got to the couch, We had a Heart to heart conversations, mainly about her. "Belly, we need to have a talk." I enunciated. She looked
caught ? "Why? I thought We agreed I wouldn't do drugs anymore... What more is there to discuss?" she whined. "Because, My
sweet, Beautifull, Belly. To see you In such a way made me re-evaluate our relationship. I want to be more than friends, and I am willing to risk the
nonchalantness of our household to achive that, so, In a non-corny way, Would you like to go out on a date?" He quickly added, "when you recover, Of
course." I watched her go from questioning, to confused, to tearfull, to joyfull throughout my little monolauge. She jumped into my lap and hugged me.
It was a compleetly nonsexual, Innocent, hug made of pure elation. We shed tears of joy for the remainder of the day. That night, was VERY eventfull