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Prompt: 08.Disheveled

Main Character: Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 499

Beta: Perry Maxwell, who loves all things grammar and leaves me cute comments in the margins about prepositional phrases.

I'm standing in Bella's doorway, my backpack, pillow, and sleeping bag in tow. "I told my mom Renee was going to be here."

"I never said that," Bella says, escorting me inside.

"I just assumed; it's a school function."

"Oh. I never even thought about it. It's you guys. She's on a date; she'll be here when we're sleeping. It's not like it's an orgy or something."

"Orgy," Alice wails as she and Rose gallop downstairs.

"Why did I ever choose clarinet?" I grumble.

"Because you liked Lauren in the fifth grade when we had to pick," Alice says, flicking my ear.

"And look how that turned out," I add. "All right. Let's get on with this orgy. You gonna tie me to the bed?" I joke.

"Nah, that's Bella's job," Rose says.

"Oh, shut up!" Bella turns straightaway and heads to the kitchen. "I'm gonna put pizza in the oven, but I figured we should practice the show before so our mouths aren't all mucked up."

"Sounds good." We pull out our clarinets and begin on our show opener.

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Our pizza plates are strewn about the living room, and I've been listening to the girls share makeup tips for an hour. I'm surprisingly not bored. Bella is cute trying on different glosses. I like her mouth.

"Oh, he's here," Rose screeches, hopping to her feet.

"What're you doing?" I ask.

"The question isn't what, it's who," Alice says, swatting Rose's butt as she walks toward the door. Emmett's tires squeal as he drives away.

"I thought we were going to do bonding activities. Trust falls and stuff."

"I trust you already." Bella shrugs.

"And I trust you will not deflower my friend while I watch a movie in Bella's room."

I give Alice a what are you talking about look.

Bella stares at her feet as Alice skips up the stairs.

"Your friends are weird," I say, flopping onto the floor, splaying my limbs.

"They're your friends, too."

"Yeah, but I can't talk to them the way I talk to you."

"And how do you talk to me?" She turns her head toward me, her hair draping over her shoulder.

"Like a regular person, you know."

She laughs.

"I don't know. You're easy to talk to." I reach out and pat her foot, then roll my fingers around her ankle, tracing her delicate bones. "You've got some tiny feet."

"Really?"

I sit up beside her, and we press our thighs together, comparing our foot size.

"Well, compared to yours," she murmurs.

"Why did everyone leave us alone?" I ask, turning my head to catch her gaze.

"I don't know."

"Maybe because they knew we'd do this." I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. Her mouth opens to mine, and I want to drag her onto my lap.

Later, Alice creeps downstairs, hand over her eyes. "No one's clothes are disheveled, are they?"

We laugh. Alice joins us for dessert.

I'm already full of sweets.