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I Love My Best Friend

Summary:
Edward loves Bella, but he's the 'best friend.' Will he ever get over his insecurities that he feels about telling her how much he loves her?
Or will he just be the best friend for the rest of his life?
Rated for later chapters, and Cannon pairings later on.
EXB fic. AH very OOC.


Notes:
I think I'll try this. Tell me what you think. Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the twilight universe.


2. Chapter 2

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 849   Review this Chapter

RIIIINNNNGGG!!”

The shrill ring of the phone made me almost jump out of my bed, and not to mention give me a massive headache. Opening my eyes, I searched for the phone. My room was a mess, clothes scattered, sheets all over the place, and a ton of books on the floor.

What the hell happened last night? Looking over to my right side, I noticed very sound sleeping woman was asleep on my bed, stark naked.

Great! Just what I wanted to start the day with!

The telephone rang again, and I stumbled my way to find it. It was underneath my boxers, and I answered it as soon as I put them on.

“Hello?” I mumbled, the headache increasing, and the vile taste in my mouth becoming more prominent.

“Hi!” My favorite voice said, and my mood instantly peaked, and then dropped when I realize she ditched me for him last night. “How are you?”

“Could be better.” Rubbing my eyes, I opened the door, and stumbled out into the hallway.

“Are you alright?” she asked concerned, and a bit panicky.

Stepping carefully down the hallway, and into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit, complete and total shit.

“Are you there?” her voice began to get more panicked. “Edward! Are you dead!?”

“No, I’m not dead,” I said calmly. “I have a hangover, and if you intend to shout into the receiver, I’m going to hang up.”

You made a complete and total ass of yourself, Edward. Struggling with myself was a common thing when it came to my sanity and Bella. Now she’s going to go ask you all about ‘why?’, ‘who?’, ‘what?’, ‘where?’, ‘how?’. Face it Edward, you’re never going to get her, stop wasting your time.

I couldn’t, I knew I couldn’t. She’s my drug, a fancy brand that can’t ever be replaced, not in a million years.

“WHAT!?” she screamed into the phone. “I’m coming over there right now, bye.”

She hung up.

It took me a moment to figure out that she wasn’t messing with me; she was actually going to come over. Quickly brushing my teeth, I took four aspirin from the bottle, two for me, and two for the girl who was in my bed. I scuttled my way back into my room, just to find that the woman was gone. I almost pumped my fist in the air, but I had other things to clean up.

I picked up the books from the floor, and put them back on the shelf. Just as I was about to actually put some clothes on, the doorbell rang.

“Damn,” I muttered to myself. I ran out of my room, down the hallway, to the front door.

As I opened the door, Bella came storming in, looking very pissed off. She huffed, strolled past me, and sunk onto my couch.

“Err, I’ll be right back.” I said. I ran to my room and threw the door open.

Rifling through my closet, I pulled out jeans, and polo.

Putting them on, I ran back to the living room. I didn’t see her anywhere, so I walked down the hallway, checking every door.

She was in her room, the one I set aside for her, setting up a DVD, and pulling candy out of her bag. She smiled at me, and patted the space next to her on the bed.

After switching off the light, I joined her. I had an irresistible urge to grab her hand and kiss her on the cheek like a nervous teenager, but hell, I didn’t even have that much self-confidence to do it. I clenched my teeth, and intertwined my hands, not trusting them if they were going to be free. She scooted back on the comforter, and snuggled against a pillow.

I wish I was that pillow. Just to hold her, just to kiss her and make her feel right…

It was another chick flick, not that I minded, but it was one of those where the best friends never get the girl.

Nothing in the movie was interesting to me, so I just focused on her.

About an hour later, she had fallen asleep. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen when awake, but asleep, she was just angelic.

Her mouth was slightly open, and she was snoring softly. Her body had relaxed, and she stretched out on the bed. Her shirt had risen slightly, showing off her creamy skin.

Reaching over, I softly touched the skin that was exposed. She sighed, and rolled over, giving me a fantastic view of her butt. She rolled over again, and she was smiling.

Odd, I thought, it probably was a dream.

After wrapping the blankets around her, I stood up. If I were to be in a room with my lovely 23 year old friend, I would be the 24 year old in pain, dire pain.

I walked around the bed and caressed her cheek. I love you. I will always love you. “Sweet dreams, my love,” I whispered, and backed out of the room.

Bpov

My thoughts were jumbled, and I thought I heard something for a second, it sounded like Edward. "Sweet dreams, my love."

"He loves me," I murmured, that fact lulling me to sleep. "He loves me.."