Here we go, it's girls' night! *woohoo* (I would kill for one myself!)
Please note, no ownership of Twilight for me. I only have a rich imagination and a dirty mind.

Five

My walk over to Rose's was brisk, since I'd rather have spent the night with my orgasm-inducing new friend: Edward. But I couldn't break a promise to my best friend, and after het big break-up with Royce she needed a girls' night. Even though some part of me wanted to ditch the girls and drive over to find Warrior's apartment.

Knowing Alice and curious mind, she'd already be at Rose's already. I bet she was in awe at her new house. That's why she didn't need the address anymore. She just called Rose herself. I just hoped they hadn't started drinking without me.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in." from the front porch, dressed in a two-piece gold tracksuit, Rose greeted me while taking a drag from her cigarette. "I hope your secret little date was satisfactory?" She purred to me, laughing.

Damn you, Alice.

"Don't kill me, Rose is quite scary when she wants information." Alice stepped out on to the porch, looking guilty. Lucky for her, I knew how persuasive miss Hale could be, so I just laughed and stole a much-needed cigarette from Rose.

"I'm not addicted, I just need one from time to time," I said to her, answering to the judging arched eyebrow she sported.

"That can only mean it was really good or really bad, so spill it!" She dumped the cigarette bud into the crystal ashtray balancing on the porch banister and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Is it wrong to masturbate in front of a spitting image of a sex-god?" I asked her as I puffed some smoke in her direction to mock her. "Of course, it was good, I couldn't mess it up in that time-frame."

"Sweetheart quit the stabbed heart act. You don't mess up. Look at me and Royce, now that was messed up." Rose sighed. She was referring to my fear of fully committing to a guy, to anything in fact. I got scared to buy a new car because I feared I'd get bored of it after a few weeks or just regret buying it at all.

Rose's relationship with her ex-boyfriend Royce was the epitome of messed up. They had been dating for over two years when Rosalie found out he actually was some kind of sad freak who posted pictures of her online to turn them into profit. She was so furious with the entire situation that she threw everything he owned out on the street, making a huge show out of it. Some kid from her neighbourhood actually posted a video of it onto YouTube.

"You had no part in that, Rose. The guy's sick, that was all him." I looked over at Alice and decided to turn the mood of the evening up instead of killing it with trash talk about former boyfriends.

We got to working together for our appetizers. Rose poured martini, Alice stabbed some olives with toothpicks, and I added ice to our glasses.

"Cheers, homegirls." Rose lifted her cocktail glass in the air, almost spilling the contents on her gold shirt. "And may I never have to see that asshole again." We cheered at her statement and sipped our glasses.

At about nine and several martini's later, Alice decided that we needed to fill up on food before his night was going to leave us behind with a hangover from hell.

"Get me pepperoni," I almost drooled at the thought of a steamy, hot pizza pie. As my mouth continued to water, my phone beeped.

Edward?

"Yeah, we all know you like your sausage," Rose giggled. She'd already taken off the sweater she was wearing and was sprawled on the shaggy carpet next to the couch Alice and I sat on. Alice had just ordered our food.

I decided I would look at that text later. I didn't want to fuel this little pun party.

"By that remark, may I suggest you try it sometime? Just casual sex," I got very talkative because of the alcohol. She stuck out her tongue in my direction and Alice shook her head laughing.

"I just can't without feelings involved, Bella! It's like I get stuck," she told us, sounding frustrated.

"Feelings always ruin things!" I exclaimed.

"They don't!" she quarrelled with me. Rosalie was one of those girls who was still patiently waiting for a prince Charming to swoop her off her feet. She never slept with a guy on the first date, and she also kept very much to herself about the subject of sex. While Alice and I talked about it freely and with no shame, Rose always seemed to hold back. Except when she was drinking. And I had a feeling a lot was going to come out of her frustrated word-vomiting tonight.

"Why do you always say that, Bella?" She almost yelled at me. "Tell me you didn't love Jake? Because it sure looked like it! You were always together; you were always prying your hands off of each other in pubic or when we went out together I almost had to stop you from jumping his bones in the back of my car!" Rose got mad about Jake. When we were a couple, she rooted for us. Jake had been a long-lost childhood friend. Rose noticed that Jacob Black wasn't a little boy anymore and he wouldn't stop asking me out. So, I agreed to do that.

We fell in love according to her, but mostly we had mind-blowing sex and a lot in common. Except the important, grown-up stuff. Jacob wanted kids, a lot of them and as soon as possible. He also wanted to move in together in the cabin in his father's back yard. In Jake's vision of the future, I'd been a lumberjack Stepford wife who lived solely for her man and their offspring. We would spend our weekends with his childhood friends, who would probably also have married each other. That just wasn't something I wanted or envisioned for myself. It still wasn't and that broke us apart. I broke us apart.

"That's it Rose! All we did was have sex and fight about what we wanted in life. He couldn't live in the moment and always seemed to be in the same place: the future," I told her, like I had a million times before.

"According to my mother, that's marriage in a nutshell," Alice mixed in, trying to lighten the mood.

Rose could smile a bit, but it faded from her beautiful face almost immediately.

"But you see him all the time," she huffed, sitting upright, impatient for her pizza to arrive.

I shook my head. That's why I never tell Rose everything straight away. She always makes more of it than it is, and I hate breaking her little, romantic heart.

"For the last time, Rose, we were only good together when things got physical. That's what happens when he calls me to invite me over to talk or if one of us is extremely lonely and in need of good fuck." Her eyes darted off, outside a car was pulling up.

The delivery man was very happy and smiley as Rose answered the door in her skintight little tank top and almost forgot to ask for his money. Alice and I giggled like the un-mature children we are.

Dinner left us feeling better, and the drama queen inside of Rose subsided. She was hangry, so then she starts digging all sorts of tales from the past.

We went over to her bedroom with adjoining bathroom and got ready for the night dancing.

"Are you sure you're going to wear jeans and a flimsy sweater to go dancing?" Rose looked me up and down, and arm resting on her hip.

"Keep the bodysuit, it's hot as hell. But put this on instead." She threw some fabric at me and I was suddenly glad one of my best friends was such a style snob. Even though Rose was taller than me, the fact that I'd been eating my feelings due to the stress I put on myself by editing James' book made me fill out the skirt. It fit perfectly and made a reminder for myself to keep the extra few pounds on.

Alice called Jasper as we got in the taxi to ride over to Static, the club Rose enjoyed so much. Rose looked at Alice in awe, probably wishing Royce hadn't been such a douche so she would have a romance of her own. She wasn't very good on her own, her heart ached for a husband and little mini-versions of herself darting around her picket-fence garden.

Maybe Rose should've been with Jacob, I mused looking out the window.

-WOP-

Rosalie managed to pull some strings since she was the one that gave Leah Clearwater -the owner the bob-cut that was so sharp it could wound. She got us a table close to the bar, facing the dance floor.

I quickly found myself a spot on the luxurious couch as Alice waved her hands to one of the waiting girls. She made her way over to the table and we got started on a bottle of sparkling wine.

Rosalie was fast to get on the dancefloor after a first glass, moving her curvaceous body around with her eyes closed, forgetting about her worries. Alice looked at me, her dark eyes gleaming in the flickering lights of the club.

"So? Miss internet romance? How'd it go?" she asked me, shuffling closer to me.

I could tell her that Edward lived and breathed in the same town as we did, but that would only get her excited and eager to meet him. Which would not happen anytime soon, since all we had done was get each other riled up and frustrated. At least, I was frustrated.

It had been some time since a guy made me feel so confident and sexy, it even felt a lot different than any guy had been with if I was being honest with myself. Maybe I had to go and meet up with him, that way we could get rid of this cloud of sexual tension and see that we really didn't fit together.

"It was, uh, interesting," I cleared my throat. For the first time, I was feeling a bit shy about a somewhat sexual encounter. Alice picked up on that of course, prying the information out of me.

After I'd told her all about our little date, her brown eyes got wide and her smile even wider.

"Bella, you totally have to get to know this guy in real life!" I gave her a little shrug and sipped my glass. I mentioned to Alice I would think about it, and she made me text him. A little message to make it clear to him I wasn't going to virtually hit it and quit it, as she called it. Since Alice had a way with people and their feelings, so I found it in my best interest to do as she suggested.

"You know, he lives not too far from me, actually." I confessed. She got my excited about it even more, so I came forward with all the details I'd learned about him.

I wanted to tell you, I enjoy talking to you. I'd like to get to know you better x

Alice rolled her eyes at my generic text and I stared at my screen until he replied:

Warrior: You beat me to it, I was going to tell you the same. Talking to you feels nice, it always has, even the first conversation we had about those trolls who wouldn't die. You're very persistent, I like that

He sends me a smiley face and the fact that he remembered I first reached out to him to kill a bunch of trolls protecting a dragon made me snort. Alice was reading the message over my shoulder.
"Please, ask him for coffee or something," she whispered as Rose was walking over to our table.

"What are you guys so sneaky about?" She narrowed her eyes and filled herself another glass of sparkling wine.

"Bella is looking for a nice coffee place to meet up with a guy," Alice told her, and I sighed. This little person has an awfully big mouth.

"What, really?" Rose flashed a smile and peered at my phone. "Tell him to meet you at Cullenary garden," she said.

It was a cute and romantic little bistro where they served lavish high-tea and high-coffee in the afternoon.

A date in the afternoon. That should make me refrain from tearing the clothes of his delicious, hot body.

Then I'll just be persistent right now and ask you: would you like to go out for coffee some time?

"Have you been?" I asked Rose and she shook her head.

"No, but I just met the owner. He's really cute actually, we were just talking about it." She looked up at us, surprising us with the fact that she made an effort to talk to a guy here.

Emmett Cullen was the owner and chef at Cullenary Garden, hence the play on the word culinary. I recently stumbled across it on Facebook as I looked for coffee spots Victoria could meet clients at. As Rose talked to us, I could see her dazzling blue eyes liven up. She usually wasn't one to abandon girl's night for a guy but both Alice and I could see that Rose was quite hyped up by the man.

"Go talk to him, we'll be okay." Alice nudged Rose, earning a smile from her.

"I will, actually. And you should text the mystery man you're hiding from your best friend," she laughed at me and smoothed the fabric of her yellow bodycon dress.

Edward had already answered my message, so I guess he wasn't too busy tonight to sit around and text me.

Warrior: tell me when and I'll be there.

I messaged Edward to meet me Sunday at Cullenary Garden at four pm. His reply was simple yet sweet.

Warrior: Can't wait, I almost live there anyway. Enjoy your night out with your girlfriends. I'm spending the night with Call of Duty tonight.

Such a nerd, I thought and secretly loved it.

The night seems to go great so far, don't you think? I wonder if it's stays without a little drama *hint*
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