The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Slip
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating:
M

A shorter chapter. Forgive me.



When I woke the next morning, I thought I was dying. Never had I been so hungover in my life. It felt like someone had cracked open my skull, filled it with bricks, and zipped it shut. My mouth was made of cotton balls and my eyes felt like they had been pulled out of their sockets and then shoved back in. And I had a queasy stomach on top of all of that.

I groaned and rolled over towards my alarm clock. I scowled in confusion when I discovered that my nightstand wasn't even there. I looked over the edge of my bed. Maybe I knocked it over last night, I thought.

"What the hell?" I breathed. Since when did my bedroom have light hardwood floors? All of Charlie's floors were dark. I looked around my room. I wasn't at home. So where was I?

Then I remembered. I was sleeping in Alice's bedroom. Edward had brought me home last night.

I reached down to scratch my stomach and realized that I had no shirt on, just my black bra. I looked under the covers. I didn't have pants on either, just my black thong. How the fuck did that happen?

Someone knocked on the door. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and croaked, "Come in."

"Hey, there, Sleeping Beauty," Edward greeted cheerfully, walking into the room in only his boxers.

"Edward!" I squeaked. "Get out!"

"Why?" he asked, scowling.

"None of your damn business," I snapped.

"Actually, it's my house," Edward disagreed. "So it is my business."

God, he was actually going to make me say it.

I sighed before saying, "Idon'thaveanyclotheson."

"Come again?" Edward asked.

"I" – I swallowed – "misplaced my jeans and tank top."

Edward chuckled. "Now I'm definitely not leaving."

"You ass," I mumbled under my breath. "Then bring my clothes to me."

"Hell no," Edward replied. "I'm not your God damn maid."

My cheeks burned bright red with anger while Edward grinned from the doorway. My clothes couldn't have been far away. They were probably underneath the covers or on the floor right beside the bed.

I tried to search the bed without the blanket falling away from my body. No such luck. I looked over the end of the bed. My black shrug was there, but that was hardly a help. My tank top was near the chair in the far corner of the room. My jeans were near the doorway, right in front of Edward.

"You must have quite the arm," said Edward, "to be able to throw your clothes across the room in your sleep. I'm impressed."

"You're disgusting," I seethed as I snatched up my black shrug. I pulled it around my hips, covering my bare ass before standing up and marching over to my tank top and putting it on.

"How're you feeling today?" Edward asked nonchalantly.

"Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic," I replied sarcastically as I snatched my jeans off the floor and pulled them on. "Can I go home now? Or do I have to accomplish something else before I leave the room?"

Edward shrugged. "Nah. I mean, unless you want to watch me get dressed." He grinned before saying, "I go commando on Sundays."

"That's disgusting," I breathed. "Hurry up. Charlie's probably wondering where I am."

I waited in Alice's room while Edward got ready. He was worse than a girl. I sat in the room for half an hour before Edward re-emerged, his hair still damp from a shower.

"Ready?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You're sure you don't want to shower here?"

I scowled. "Why? So you can jack my clothes or something?"

Edward shrugged, trying to contain his smile. "Just thought I'd offer. Let's go to the Panty Dropper now."

My cheeks were on fire. I vaguely remembered telling Edward that was hot and drove a panty-dropping truck. It was all true, but Edward most definitely did not need another confidence boost. He was cocky enough as it was.

We walked downstairs where we were greeted with the smell of coffee and bacon. The nausea that had settled in my stomach disappeared. I knew I would feel a lot better if I ate something.

"I'm gunna take Bella home, Dad," Edward announced as he grabbed his keys from the rack beside the door.

"Why didn't you ask Bella if she wanted breakfast, Edward?" Carlisle asked sternly, poking his head out of the entrance to the kitchen.

Edward rolled his eyes silently. "Bella, do you want some breakfast?"

"That would be lovely," I said, smiling at Carlisle.

"Bella, you have a penis on your face," Edward told me seriously before going into the kitchen and sitting down.

I blushed harder than I ever had before and then went to the bathroom and scrubbed my cheek raw.

We sat down at the island in the kitchen and ate bacon sandwiches and had some coffee. Carlisle asked me about school and Renee. I wanted to ask about Alice and Esme, but I knew it wouldn't be appropriate yet. I barely knew them.

I helped Carlisle do the dishes while Edward finished off the excess bacon.

"Thank you very much, Carlisle," I said when we were finished cleaning, "for letting me stay and for breakfast."

"You're always welcome, Bella," he replied with a smile. "See you soon."

Edward and I left the house and got into the truck. Rise Against started blaring through the speakers before Edward turned it down a little.

I wasn't as talkative as I was the night before. Edward opened his mouth a few times to start a conversation, but then would close it again.

The entire ride was silent, except for the music. I was still pretty pissed at Edward for making me stand in front of him half-naked. What a pig. It seriously amazed me that anyone was interested in being friends with him, let alone dating him.

"Thanks for the ride," I mumbled, opening the door before the truck came to a full stop outside my house.

"Wait a sec, Swan!" Edward called before I could leave. "Can I have your number?"

I scowled at him, surprised that he would even ask.

"I mean, just in case Emmett, Jasper, or I feel like partying with you," he continued.

"Fine," I sighed, giving in.

Edward handed me his phone with a grin. I added myself as a new contact, but instead of putting my real name, I put "The Biggest Deal Around." Maybe it would take some time for him to figure it out.

"Text me," I told him with a wink, smiling.

"Stalk you," he promised before I shut the door, rolling my eyes.

What a tool.