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Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Plane.

I just want to settle onto her coordinate grid.

Geometry 101

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep …. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep …. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep …. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Short, rapid beats resonate in my ears. I wake to alarm clock sounds on what appears to be a dawning, January morning with the sun arcing its way over the straight angle of the horizon. The room smells really good in a familiar way, making me immediately think I scored last night and was in some "two-peat" or "three-peat" girl's dorm room. I glance over to see if I have any regrets and need to make a stealthy getaway, or if the lone redwood I'm sporting can find its way into the forest again. As I turn to check out what I got myself involved with last night, I see shiny, brunette, umber waves splaying around an inviting set of pouty lips and a cute, smallish, freckled nose lying beneath a pale, slender forearm. That arm is a segment hiding pupil points within the cloistered irises of this intriguing coed presently eluding me. Her right palm is facing outward, and inside of it on her third finger is a half spun ring. The 180-degree mark displays a stone staring directly at me. I know that ring. I know that stone. I know that it's mocking. It's a rare, round, burgundy-colored, star garnet found in Idaho by the girl wearing it. I look downward as my mind's morning fog begins lifting and note that my swaying trunk is still standing. The disturbing realization becomes apparent; my perpendicular situation is interested in Bella. This immediately sends my heart beating into a tangent.

Right now, my panicked urge to leave is for an entirely different reason, but I don't want to wake her and have this turn into something awkward like last night. Oh God! Last night! I can't believe I did that to her; but evidently, this, fine, upstanding part of me can. Maybe I can will it back down. Think Cullen … Grandma Platt's big, billowy, blowing underwear hanging outside to dry, Professor Stanley's ridiculously provocative clothing and incessant come-on to me last semester, the campus shuttle driver with the scraggly gray chin hairs and missing front teeth who eye fucks me every time I get on her bus...Yep, that one did it. Whew... Focus... I need to recap.

Bella, the one person my age, whom I respect most in this world, let me sleep in her bed. This was after she knew I got high, not once, but twice last night. It was also after I had no trouble getting to Sesame Street at the convenience store but had all kinds of trouble leaving because I couldn't remember the things I needed to get beginning with the letter "C." (To maintain some preservation of my manhood, I gave her the abbreviated version, of course.) This was also after I divulged killing her probably beautiful, yet sinful chocolate concoction (Heh, cock) minus the awesome whipped cream she would have put on it. Then I ate all of it because I just couldn't fathom throwing out a perfectly good only-crushed-by-grocery-bags pie. This was also when I, subsequently, became freaked out about sharing my room with a beady-eyed, sharp-fanged, eight-legged small cat. (I'm not budging on that one either; that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.) She even allowed me to stay in her bed after I tried to dry hump her. Maybe I even tried to wet hump her, too, because her pie made me so damn happy and unbelievably horny in my sleep that I didn't know any better. Even when said humping and extreme cuddling scared the hell out of her and me after her yelling, she let me remain in her bed. This was also after I got a bit apprehensive about the extreme hazards of non-temperance as it pertained to her cooking and how I would be in sufferance for it the next day. In layman's terms, I was scared shitless over being a pig and possibly succumbing to a cardiac attack or my insides being turned out. But, even after all that, she still cared enough to check my heart, rub my head and help me sleep.

As much as I would wholly enjoy staring at Bella's lines, angles and curves, there is just no way I am staying here, getting another hard-on and acting like an insensitive asshole. I know she has an exam today and will be rushed for time this morning. I'm going to do something nice...I'm going to make her breakfast.

A/N:

Burgundy star garnets can pretty much be found only in Idaho and India. You can dig for your own in Idaho.

Next up is Bella's breakfast.

Reviews are like Bella's cooking; I can't seem to get enough of them.

Thank you to Chayasara for her awesome beta'ing and coping with my craziness.

Thank you also goes to Monica Solis, a.k.a. CaliGirlMon, for making my adorable banner.

Mwah!

Thank you for reading.

PAD