So you all are just amazing…I am still in shock over the love you have for both of them! Thank you thank you!

This chapters a little bit shorter but it suits the story's pace. The next chapter will be long I promise! Though hopefully my French Revolution professor will give me the time to write sooner…Damn you upper division history classes! Grrrrrr!

Anyways you all enjoy ok?

"Allergic?"

Jasper felt horror settle in his stomach and as he stared down at the pie then back up at Edward. He was such a fucking waste of life, such a miserable screw up he couldn't even get this a simple 'thank you' right. He should have stayed in his hole, and never have attempted to come near Edward.

"I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I'll just go forget I was even here..." he mumbled and was about to turn to leave, when Edward's fingers closed around his arm gently.

"Wait! Please! You don't have to leave." His voice was almost frantic as Jasper turned and looked down at him. Edward's face was concerned but tinged with amusement too. "You bought this for me and I intend to at least enjoy looking at it!"

"That's stupid why you would even…"

"Because you brought it to me." His voice was soft and sweet, his smile strangely tender as he tugged a little on his sleeve. "You obviously went to an effort to say thank you and I am so touched that you did. Even if I can't eat it…well it's the thought that counts! Besides there was no way for you to know…honestly it happens all the time. You aren't the first to almost accidently poison me." His little smirk sent warmth up Jaspers spine and he stopped trying to pull away.

"So thank you," Edward continued. " It was incredibly sweet and thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome." Said Jasper , "And again I'm sorry."

Edward giggled again and swayed around a little. " Well, if your that sorry than how about you make it up to me?"

Jasper narrowed his eyes…sentences like that didn't end well usually for him.

"What do you want?" he answered slowly.

"Come eat dinner with me."

Well he certainly wasn't expecting that.

"What? Why?"

"Well… why the heck not? I have a lovely pasta dish all ready to go and it needs another mouth to enjoy it. And we are neighbors, we should have fun like this…You can even eat the pie and I'll watch and pretend that I'm eating it too." Edward explained as if it were the most obvious thing on earth.

For a moment Jasper thought about it. If he went inside, into the good place with the good person he would be pretending that he was something special. For a few hours he could bask in Edwards radiance and not have to return to the dark dank world he had to call home.

Tentatively Jasper nodded and smiled a little, making Edward's grin spread even wider.

"Yay! I'm so excited!" his neighbor clapped his hands and bounced around, " Please come inside!"

And moved aside and Jasper walked through to Edwards world.

The first thing that hit him was the aroma. His nose exploded with the fragrance of pine, and cinnamon. It smelled like cleanness and warmth. Looking around it was as if he had stepped into one of those fancy magazines with the perfect houses on the front. Edwards entire living room was as wonderful as it smelled. The crimson walls created a cozy haze, offset by simple white and burgundy furniture. Everywhere he looked there was pine ropes and a beautiful red and silver Christmas tree stood gleaming in the corner next to a glowing fireplace. It was perfect. Like walking into a dream universe. Suddenly he felt very dirty. As if afraid to sit on something lest he dirty it. It was as if he could smell the grim, feel it on his face and hands.

But Edward just bounced around him grabbing the pie and telling him to take a seat.

"Don't mind the movie," he turned and noticed the TV was on, but muted. " I was watching the Notebook." Edward sighed and smiled sadly.

Jasper was confused.

"Is that something…bad?" he had never seen it or heard of it.

Edward shook his head and flipped it off. "It is only the saddest, most absurdly romantic movie of the past 5 years…the last 15 minutes of it is one of the most gloomy moments in cinema…Be happy you didn't show up later…I would have been a crying sobbing mess!

Jasper smiled a little. "Why would you want to watch something so depressing?"

"Well YOU might not understand but in this world there are few things as beautiful as true love…and Ryan Gosling naked."

Edward sort of paused and then exclaimed. " But you know I understand I mean YOU wouldn't find it appealing. Well maybe Rachel McAdams but I'm not sure she may not be your type…"

Jasper was so confused.

"Um ok."

"Well, have a seat!" Edward motioned to the white couch. "I'll go get us something to drink before dinner!" And he bounced away.

Jasper stood there for a long moment staring at the pristine piece of furniture. He wondered if seat of his pants was clean. I mean the jeans had been washed a week ago, and he was sort of sure that there wasn't anything gross on them like grease or Dorito cheese. Just to be certain he craned his neck to see if his ass was clean…He hoped so. Then tentatively he eased himself down on the cushion, sat back up and checked the fabric. Good no yellow cheese stains.

Sitting back down Jasper took stock of the room again, noting the nice TV, the books lining the shelves, and the pictures of smiling faces adorning the walls. He could feel the contentedness the joy of life floating off the surface of the objects. This place was Edward. It was like his apartment; in fact right where he was sitting now was where his old grungy chair would be in his apartment. But this was like his world only with Edward as God.

That was probably why he felt so out of place. Jasper didn't belong here.

Edward burst through his kitchen door, breath heavy and eyes wide clutching the offensive pastry in his shaking hands.

Oh. My. God.

Jasper was in his house.

On his couch.

Holy crap.

He was hardly prepared for this.

Here he had been, spending a nice quiet evening after shopping for Christmas presents all day, sitting on his couch watching The Notebook while his peanut butter swirl cake baked. He planned to eat a fabulous dinner, get his menu ready for work tomorrow, have a little 'special Eddie ' time and go to sleep.

Little did he expect that gorgeous, hunka man to be on his doorstep holding (bless him) a strawberry pie.

How he had been able to convince the man to come inside this time was beyond him. But now just beyond this door was a poor, well-meaning straight boy who he was holding captive. God… was either delusional or horney…or both. And he was selfish too because only a complete idiot could see that he wasn't entirely comfortable being here.

But Edward wanted to well he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do with him. Well, he knew WHAT he wanted to do but it was sort of illegal in the hottest way possible. And there was the whole straight thing too…but Edward could dream his wet dreams right?

Grabbing two glasses and a bottle of chardonnay, walked to the kitchen door then stopped and opened it a crack more than a little curious as to what Jasper was doing while no body was watching him.

The site that greeted him made Edward's heart constrict.

There was Jasper in his adorable rumpled clothes head in hands, and was he…shaking? Where those sexy broad shoulders shaking! As if he was afraid or…something unpleasant. Edward watched as Jasper lifted his head up and said aloud, "I don't belong here."

There was so much sadness in that tone, it made Edward pause. This was getting so much more complicated than it had appeared to begin with. He didn't think that Jasper was nervous about being here because of his sexuality. It had to be something else. Obviously he was uncomfortable with something, but Edward had a feeling it wasn't him.

This whole set up was just too formal. He needed to do something, break the ice with a steal toed boot! It needed to shatter like the ugly cold barrier it was.

Edward had about a minute to gather a plan of action before it looked suspicious at how long he was taking. So he pulled out his phone and speed dialed the ultimate ice breaker and his long time best guy friend.

Seth Clearwater.

The Adam Lambert call back played for a second before he heard Seth's breathy voice answer.

"Edward! Darling!"

"Hey Sethie!," Edward couldn't help but smile. Seth was infectious. " Look I have approximately 40 seconds to talk to you but I need your help…I have this guy…"
"Hot or not?"

"Hot but straight."

"Fuck that… like it matters."
"Well see he's in my apartment and…"

Seth squealed, "Ohhh! Eddie! Are we trying to seduce a reluctant straighty? He MUST be hot… you never fish outside of the pond!"

"Oh my God Seth he is perfect! But as much as I wish it I'm not trying to blow him I'm just trying…I don't know to be a good neighbor? Maybe make a friend?"

"Oh please you wanna have him spank you…"

"SETH! Ok... maybe…just a little. But that's beside the point! Long story short I need to know how to break though the stick that touch guys have up their asses? Any ideas? He's in my living room looking like he's going to bolt!"

Seth sighed dramatically and Edward could swear he heard his eyes roll. "Eddie Eddie Eddie! Your living room though fabulous is no place for a rough and tumble boy! You go in there right now and take him in that kitchen of yours and sit him down. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach and the kitchen is train that leads the way!"

That was a perfect idea! Why hadn't he thought of that before?

"Thanks Seth! Your amazing I don't know what I'd do without you!"

"Lost that's for damn sure…Now Eddie you call me tonight with all the details! I have to go now though because me and Sam are role playing and Little Red Riding Whore has to take his goodies to the Big Bad Wolf waiting in bed…Chow!"

So what do we all think of Seth? I love him cause if Edwards over the top Seth is over the moon in personality! He's a blast to write LOL

So please review! I hope you all loved it!

XOXO

Maria