No time to be cute. Gotta go be fancy.

Although I will say one thing: I'm so glad all you Bella X Edward lovers are reading this! And FYI, I'm not writing this because I hate Bella and Edward should be with me. This was just an idea that my friend and I came up with when we finished reading Twilight (that friend would be Elephantian and yes this is shameless advertisement.) Eh... That was two things wasn't it?

Enjoy!

Chapter six: Pace yourself

I stare at my clock for a solid five minutes. I contemplate getting up and making breakfast or going for a run, but the boy on my stomach prohibits any movement. Wait... There's a boy on my stomach, a boy who is not my boyfriend, or my brother, or even that good of a friend.

"What the hell did I do?" I mumble. Not that I don't remember last night. I actually don't think I will be able to forget that for a while. No, I'm asking what did I do to my relationship with Edward? What kind of chick-flick drama have I created by inviting a boy to stay the night? Who the hell is going to answer all these questions?

Guilt settles in my chest. Not only have I potentially broken the heart of my steady boyfriend for all of a month, but I have done it in a very trashy way. I can always say I was drunk…but that would probably make things worse. Let's just cross our fingers and pray that no one ever finds out… Wait. What am I worried about? It's not like we did anything! But it's also not like anyone is going to believe that…

"You smell tropical..." Edward mumbles, resting his head on my shoulder. His face is uncomfortably close to my neck, I can feel his breath on my skin. He flashes me a dreamy smile, and then becomes unconscious again.

OKAY, Time to get up!

I grab my workout cloths and run to the bathroom, pulling them on as quickly as I can. I run back to my room and gently nudge Edward.

"Just five more minutes…" He grumbles, turning over and pulling a pillow over his head.

"You don't have to get up" I say, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on my socks and shoes. "I was just going to run and I was wondering of you wanted to come."

He removes the pillow from his head and sits up.

"Okay," he says, flashing me a crooked smile, "I'll go running with you."

"GREAT!!" I sing; I haven't had a running buddy since last year. "Wait here, I'll get you a pair of my brother's basketball shorts and a tee-shirt so you don't have to run in your pjs."

Although I wouldn't mind…

It's wonderful having a collage age brother. Epically one who leaves all his clothes in a huge pile on his bed.

"Jackpot!"

A small pile of folded clothes sits in the middle of the barren bedroom: shorts, a shirt, socks and running shoes. I cross my fingers that they fit Edward. I take after my brother in the size department. Which means he's small. Dur.

I toss Edward the clothes and tell him to meet me in the kitchen when he's ready. I shove a banana down my throat walk to the sink, filling a cup with water. I pull a sheet of pills out of their box and peal up the tin foil. I pop one in my mouth and take a sip of water, but it gets stuck in my throat anyways. I hate swallowing pills. I dump the rest of the water out and turn around. Edward is sitting at the table. I smile; he fits perfectly into my brothers clothes! That's going to make this… well this… however long he's going to be living with me a whole lot easier.

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I begin at a slow pace, jogging lightly and trying to distract myself from the cold wind biting my nose. Edward falls into step with me, smirking at my slow steps. His skin glitters faintly in the sun. Has he been using my shimmering body cream?

"Why are we running so slowly?" he asks.

"I'm pacing myself." I answer, keeping my eyes forward. "Although, I'm sure an immortal like yourself doesn't have to worry about such nonsense."

He picks up his pace, running backwards so he can make faces at me.

"Fine, we'll race."

I stop as does he. We line up along a crack in the sidewalk.

"I'll give you a five second head start." He says, standing ready at the line.

I look at him for a second.

"Okay." I smile, and begin jogging.

Fives short seconds later, Edward is on my tail. He sprints past me, smiling over his shoulder at me. I roll my eyes and keep my pace. Slow and steady, right? About a hundred yards up the road Edward begins to lose momentum, slowing down to a jog. Because of his slow pace, I quickly catch up to him. I stick out my tongue and now it's Edward's turn to stare at the back of someone's head.

We round the last corner and see my house. The two of us now run along side each other in a full sprint. I hear Edward's breath come in short gasps and he begins to lose his footing. He trips in a pothole and is sent sprawling over the asphalt. I laugh and make it to my driveway, putting my hands on my head and trying to breathe. Once I can feel my legs again I run to Edward, who is still face down in the middle of the road.

"I win." I sing, holding a hand out to help him up, but he doesn't take it because he's currently eating tar. He gets up, brushing the stones off of his shirt. Aside from a few scratches on his face, and of course, his pride, he seems unharmed.

"I gave you a head start." He grumbles.

"Yeah, but you still lost to a girl!" I skip to the front door and read the note taped to it. Blah, blah, blah my mom's not home. Blah, blah, blah she won't be back till late tonight, blah. Oh, and Mike called.

"Winner gets first shower!" I sing, already half way up the stairs.

I grab a towel, turn on the radio and step into the shower. Some random song echoes off the walls, I'm sure I know the name of it, but I can't think of it right now. That's going to bother me all day. The hot water feels amazing against my cold body. I wash my hair and stand in the water, not wanting to get out. I shake my hair and reluctantly turn off the water.

Twenty minutes later I walk out of the bathroom, clean and ready for the day. Soft music fills the house, and curiosity gets the best of me. I follow it down to the living room where I find Edward sitting at my piano, playing it with the expertise I would only expect from a virtuoso. Wait, since when do we have a piano?