Wow. Just wow. I am absolutely stunned by the response that I got to this. Never had I expected that I would have gotten so many responses to my little dinky story! It humbles me that you all took the time out to review and I tried to get back to everyone so if I missed you I'M SO SORRY! BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!
Also I have to give the credit to Misty Haze for the inspiration for the gay gingerbread men. She is the genius behind it and I am so pleased everyone loved them! They are cute aren't they? And I also want to thank you all for embracing a feminine Edward. He's fun to write, but I think I had started to really get in the head of Prisonsper…So more chapters might be in his POV…not sure yet.

Anyways! Enjoy the chapter and please review!

XOXO Maria/Philomina

Edward closed the door to his apartment and heaved a great sigh pure bliss and excitement filling his stomach. He wanted to jump up and down and sing with glee but he was certain his neighbors below him wouldn't be as excited as he was to hear him. So he swept into the living room and fell dramatically on his couch clutching the pillow in happiness.

The man in 4B was even more beautiful up close. AND he had taken his cookies! Ok, sure maybe he had slammed the door in his face sort of and he didn't talk a lot but…well at least Edward had gotten a greeting and a name.

"And a sexy name at that!" he whispered dreamily. "Jasper."

The syllables felt nice on his tongue. Warm and spicy like how a shot of amaretto would feel. It was a name one didn't forget. A lot like his, Edward was usually lost in a sea of 'Matts' and 'Mikes' and 'Johns' each as bland and common as their names. But a Jasper…that name was as memorable as the moment he first saw him. It had been early in the morning and he was sitting at the bay window watching the cars pass by on a cold November rainy day in Seattle. Edward remembered watching as, out of a cab, climbed a tall rugged man with shaggy blond curls. He pulled about 4 boxes from the trunk and stood there on the sidewalk staring at the building for a long minute, before grabbing a box and hoofing it to the entrance.

Being the curious creature that he was Edward just might have looked out his peep hole in the hallway to see if maybe he would be getting a new neighbor. A few seconds went by, the elevator dinged and out stepped the man.

That had been 2 weeks ago and since then Edward had been trying desperately to figure out a way to introduce himself to the current tenant. For some unexplainable reason he became slightly fascinated with the blonde man. Maybe it was the fact that when he had asked all the other neighbors in the building if they had spoken to him, they hadn't even realized someone had moved into the crazy orange ladies old apartment. Not that it surprised him. The man hardly ever left his home so socializing in the elevator probably didn't happen too often.

But now he had a connection! He had let the guy, now known as Jasper, that he had a neighbor and that he had given him a plate of his infamous ginger bread men. Mission accomplished. Now only one thing to do left.

Call Bella.

Edward pulled out his phone and dialed his best friend's number. A few short rings later she answered and Edward smiled as he heard munching in the back. Bella was always eating something.

"Helllloooooo…." She chimed.

"Oh my God…Bella I did it. I gave him the cookies." Edward answered.

"Good for you!" the munching had stopped and he could hear the interest in her voice. "What was it like? What was HE like?"

" Well he's a complete Straighty, but completely gorgeous. In a totally dirty kind of way. Like a 'I haven't showered in a week but I smell sexy' kind of way. He didn't talk much but I did get that his name was Jasper."

"And? Was there an exchange of phone numbers? What happened next?" The chewing sound began again.

"I got a door slammed in my face." Bella laughed around her food and Edward grinned a little, "Hey, It better than his slamming ME into the door. I think he could sense my gayness."

"Go figure. I'll bet your cookies didn't leave much to the imagination," she giggled, "Well I'm glad you got that out of your system. You've been talking about this guy for days now."

"Yeah I mean, I'm like 90% sure he's straight but at least if I make a good impression he won't feel like I'm going to turn him gay or rape him or something. As if I could. You should see how tall he is…"

"Head out of your crotch Ed."

"Sorry! It's just…Bella you have to see him." He sighed heavily. His friend chuckled on the other end.

"Well maybe if he comes out of his hole sometime when I'm over there I'll set eyes on the sexy one."

"Yeah…whenever that will be…" Edward fumbled around for a second trying to find the remote. "So how's Jacob?"

While Bella launched into her monologue about her husband and their last OBGYN visit Edward "Oh'd" and "Yes'd" at the proper times but his thoughts were not with Bella but with the man down the hall.

It had exactly 7 days since the cookies had invaded his house. Seven days of munching on their spicy bodies, crunching their candy buttons and savoring the sweet icing sweaters. For a week Jasper had enjoyed the strange gift, watching everyday as the Twinky Bread Men disappeared and left a red and white snowflake plate in their place.

For seven days Jasper thought of the man who had given them to him.

He had sat in his chair, eating the cookies, thinking of his neighbor but a few doors down, wondering at the strangeness of the whole thing. He remembered the hand on his arm, the soft voice, the beautiful eyes and the kindness that had radiated from them. He recalled even more so though the angelic beauty that was Edward Cullen.

To Jasper who didn't think of anyone a lot anymore, this was a new strange thing. He wasn't used to having a phantom of goodness invade his thoughts. Almost all of the people in his life when they had given him something expected a favor in return. Or a gift would result in pain or in the last case, it landed him in prison. And in state, well he didn't want any of the 'gifts' given to him.

The simpleness of the act kept it self, hovered over Jasper all week. That and his slight curiosity with his neighbor. He had never met anyone like him before. Though he might be gay, Jasper was miles apart from what Edward appeared to be. Edward was the kind of person who would have gotten the shit beaten out of him or worse back home. He might have liked dick but growing up in Texas, Jasper would have sooner fucked a guy on the football field during a game rather than wear anything that was color coordinated.

Maybe that was his fascination? Maybe he was just curious about this man who had done him an act of kindness when they were like the sun and moon in every which way. He wanted to know why this stranger named Edward had done this.

Which was what led Jasper to be standing in his kitchen looking at the snowflake plate. There was a decision to be made here. The cookies were gone but the red dish remained, looking more than out of place on the dingy linoleum counter. It needed to go back to its owner, but did he dare? Of course Jasper could leave it by the door and simply forget about it…but then something might happen to the plate. And well…he may be trash but he wasn't rude enough to just throw back the dish that those cookies had come on without so much as a thank you.

He would have to be nice.

He would have to give the snowflake plate back to Edward himself.

Gathering the item Jasper unlocked the dead bolt and shuffled down the hallway toward the door at the end. He had watched Edward all week long come back and fourth down this hall as he went to work or brought in groceries. Call it creepy but he didn't care.

Jasper cleared his throat looked with steely determination at the beige entrance.

Edwards's door was even more cheerful than his. There was a beautiful pine, encircling the knocker, and he could smell its spicy earthy sent as he held his hand out and grasped the brass handle.

Knock. Knock. Knock

Just wait and see!.