a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. I don't own Twilight.

***This takes place towards the end of senior year in high school. I used all three prompts but not literally. Can you figure them out?

Word Prompts: Loop, hoop, droop

Choose one word and write what your imagination dictates. For an added challenge, include all three words in your entry.

The soft taping on the roof was the only sound in my mom's truck. I watched the rivulets of rain spread down the windshield. I hadn't seen Edward for hours and as far as he was concerned, I was already home. I couldn't go home though. I could barely drive.

We'd been in the library during our study period when he started asking me questions about who I was taking to prom. It was odd since prom was a month away but I indulged him and rattled off a few guys that are always good to keep in the wings. He got shushed from the librarian over his reaction to Jake's name being mentioned. Edward always had the worst temper about Jake and he was put on edge when I suggested taking him as a backup to Mike. None of my possibilities went over well and I pointed out that I wasn't this rude about Jessica. That's when he shared the little detail that turned me upside down.

Edward broke up with Jessica and wanted us to go to prom together. I was rendered stupid and could only sputter out the W's.

What?

He just asked if I wanted to go to prom with him again and ignored the other shocker. I wasn't over that part yet.

When did you break up?

A month ago he had said nonchalantly.

Why?

He didn't see the point of staying together when they'd be going off to college.

All kinds of additional questions flooded my mind but too fast for me to process into coherent sentences. I told him I'd talk to him later and left. Luckily, I didn't have any other classes with him for the day and could avoid him for the time being. I watched him leave the campus parking lot from a window in a classroom then walked out to my car to think some more.

Did I want to go to prom with Edward? Absolutely. Was I glad Jessica was out of the picture? Of course. Were we going as best friends or...

The soft tapping on the roof was gone and the afternoon sun was peering from the behind the rainclouds. I started the engine and headed towards my answer.

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I pulled up the Cullen's driveway and smiled at seeing Emmett's truck. It always brought back memories but it also clued me in to Edward's state of mind. Chances were he was around back playing ball with Emmett and that meant he wasn't as cool-calm-collected as he appeared in the library. Emmett loved basketball but Edward only played with his brother when he needed to talk about things that stressed him out. It was their thing and it was cute but he was going to have to deal with me now.

I rounded the corner and the guys must have finished because they were slipping on their discarded hoodies.

"Hey B. You could never sneak up on someone in your mom's truck." Emmett walked over to give me a hug.

"You're leaving," I asked, returning the hug.

"Yeah. Just stopped by for a little bit. Catch you later." He passed a silent message to Edward and headed out.

Edward didn't say anything but nodded for us to go inside. His hair was damp from playing in the earlier drizzle and he grabbed a towel from the washroom to dry it off. I hopped up on my stool around the kitchen island while Edward went to the cabinets and pulled out mugs to make cider. It seemed like I was going to have to cut to the chase and start this conversation.

"Why did you and Jessica break up?"

"I told you," he shrugged with his back to me. "We're going to different schools so it's not like we'd stay together anyway. I've been over it for awhile though."

"We're going to different schools too. Are you going to leave me high and dry," I joked. He wasn't amused and shot me an annoyed look over his shoulder.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just compare yourself to Jessica."

That made me feel a little smug. I was more and I knew that but things still bugged me.

"Why didn't you tell me you broke up with Jessica?"

He kept preparing the cider but didn't shy away from my directness. "I never really talked about her with you because she just wasn't worth talking about. She's a nice girl but we've never been compatible, you know that. I didn't want to spend the rest of senior year tied to her."

Edward leaned against the cabinet by the stove to judge my reaction. I didn't have one because he was right. She wasn't worth much conversation. I never got why he was with her.

That wasn't true. Her reputation explained why he or any teenage guy would be with that girl.

"Okay, I get that. Why do you want to go to the prom with me?"

"Why wouldn't I want to go with you?"

"Oh no you don't. No answering questions with a question."

He grinned at me and turned to the teapot starting to whistle, to pour the water. "It's our senior prom. I think it should be special. You're my best friend and I love you. That pretty much guarantees a memorable prom. Simple."

I knew what he meant but I still wanted to melt from hearing him say those three words to me. I composed myself in time as he set down a mug of cider in front of me.

"That's sweet. Yes, I'd love to go with you. We'll have fun." My response was a little stiff but he didn't care. He just sat opposite from me on his stool, blowing into his mug with smiling eyes.

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I was slumped into Edward's side, the car ride making me sleepy.

Or maybe it was the amount of mystery punch we had consumed.

We rarely drank but it was prom. Our friends were having a good time like us and passing around their own hidden flasks all night. We danced like it was the last party on earth and got more tipsy than we'd ever been. I didn't feel tired until Emmett picked us up and started driving me home. Prior to that, I was anything but tired. I was handsy and possibly hungry since I kept nibbling on parts of Edward as the night went on. His shoulder, his finger, his neck - any body part that happened to be within teeth's distance were under attack. He didn't seem to be bothered by it since he was dealing with his own wandering hands predicament - not that my body minded.

Edward's hands were still active. His arm was draped around my shoulder, keeping me snuggled against him as he rubbed my arm. It would have been even better if he could stop talking but that was his tipsy side effect. He was running his mouth about something to Emmett the entire ride. It sounded like gibberish to me until he shook me slightly.

"Bella, we're at your house."

I couldn't tell if I drifted off for a moment or zoned out. Edward peeled me from his side and climbed out of the truck.

"Nite, Em," I slurred a little as I slid out. Edward and the fresh air helped steady me.

"Nite, B," Emmett chuckled.

"I'll be right back," Edward said and linked our arms to walk to my front door. He helped me up the steps and propped me a little against the door frame. I hadn't noticed he had my purse until he jingled my keys and put them in the door.

"Wait," I said, stopping him.

"Do you need me to help you upstairs," he asked.

"Do you want to come inside?" I intended for the sentence to be more innocent than my licking lips conveyed.

His slow smile and sleepy eyes let me know he caught my hidden meaning but he still didn't bite. "Answering question with a question."

"Come inside. Come upstairs."

"Now I know you're losing it," he laughed low and deep. "You do remember you live with your parents and your father owns a gun and...how much more do you want me to point out the impossibility of your request?"

"You talk to much," I pouted. "I wish you could stay. Make the night really special." I gave him a playful, lewd wink and pulled his lapels so he fell against me.

After laughing some more and regaining his balance, he stayed practically on top of me.

"It was special the moment you said yes."

I was going to die on the front porch of my house.

"I'll probably always say yes when you're the one asking," I replied, flustered and probably red-cheeked.

He pushed off the doorframe and put some distance between us but his eyes gleamed mischievously. "I won't forget that."

"Sure you will. We've been drinking," I said, trying to recover my bravado except he stepped close to me one last time.

"I won't forget that."

He leaned down and kissed my enflamed cheek, lingering enough that I could feel his warm breath as he whispered good night.