The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 14
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: M | Word Count: 489
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Flip
I mindlessly flip through album after album. Edward's the vinyl junkie, always on the prowl. I'm just looking for the most atrocious cover art I can find so I can come up with ridiculous reasons he should add it to his collection.
I glance out the window just in time to see her walk past, hanging on some guy. Edward's head snaps up with my gasp but then nonchalantly falls back to the row he's purusing.
"Did you and Jessica break up?"
His head doesn't lift from the rhythmic flipping. "We weren't dating."
"But you went home with her like the night before last."
Still flip-flip-flipping through the records.
"And you don't mind that she's all over this other guy?"
"Nope."
And then it dawns on me. "She was a cold fish?"
Edward snickers, shaking his head. "No. She's quite...um...talented."
I huff, dismayed that any girl might choose someone else over my best friend. "She should be, the way she gets around."
"Bella," he admonishes. "Slut-shaming?"
I stare at him for a minute, but he's too focused to notice. There wasn't a single jumpsuit or phallic substitution in this entire row, so I head to the other side to look for something that would put Awkward Family Photos to shame.
Half-way through this stack, I can't take it anymore. "Really? You don't care at all?"
His posture doesn't stiffen, and his eyes never move from the row of records. The cadence of his flipping doesn't even alter. It's like he really doesn't care that she's probably screwing the guy in the alley with him right here.
"Really." He slides over to the row I just went through. "You know, sometimes sex is intimacy and connection, and sometimes it's just about getting off. As long as you're safe and you both have the same expectation, it beats jerkin the gherkin."
"So Jessica is like your fuck-buddy?"
"We don't have an arrangement. But this is a college campus. There's no shortage of girls willing trade little deaths."
He looks up and winks, just like I saw him do last weekend. "Oh my god! Lauren?"
He shrugs causally, returning to his task.
"But, she has a uniboob!"
"Not once you take her sports bra off."
I just stare at the top of his head as he flip-flip-flips through the stack. Edward is very good-looking. I'd be lying if I said I'd never wondered what he's packing when he wears certain pants.
"Would you…" I take a deep breath. "Would you trade with me?"
His eyes snap to mine. His gaze makes me feel uncomfortable, but I can't look away.
After what feels like minutes, he says, "No."
I drop my head, pretending to look at the records. No? Lauren? Jessica? But not me?
"Bella." There's a plea in the softness of his voice, that I can't refuse. I look up. "You could never be just a casual hookup for me."
Um...it looks like it's going to come down to the wire for me this round. Like last time. And the time before.
Geeky made me delete Candy Crush, so I might actually make it. Now I'll never know if I could beat level 461.
She also WTF'ed the ending and made me fix it. It's better now.
Anyway, be sending me good vibes. And mini plot bunnies. And reviews, those are definitely as good as vibes. (If you live in Mississippi, I won't even tell them about the vibes ;)