Hi Everyone! Welcome to my new story. I am still in complete shock to the response to You Came Around and I am looking forward to stating this new journey with all of you. This was a story I posted a long while ago but lost interest, so I pulled it after only two chapters. Well it came back to me, so its been revamped, and now it won't leave me alone!

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The Friend Line

Chapter One: Beer and Pizza

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Are you going to answer that?" I asked, looking up from my lunch with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's not important," he said, taking a bite of his burger.

"Who was it? Come on, tell me."

He didn't answer me so, when he went to grab his beer, I grabbed his iPhone and scrolled through his contacts.

"Jesus Christ, Edward… you missed a call from Big Tit Blonde? You're kidding me, right?"

"Bella, give me back my phone," he growled. He tried to reach over the table, but I pulled back in my chair, just out of his reach.

"No, wait," I said, scrolling though his contacts some more. "Small tits red head, tight pussy blonde, horny brunette? Edward, do you not know any of these girls' names that you've fucked?"

"Yes, I know their names!" he spat back at me.

"Oh yeah, well then, what's the girl's name that just called?"

"It's Brandy… or Mandy… fuck, I don't know. I can't remember names," he admitted and then swigged his beer in frustration.

"You are such a man whore!" I shouted to him, tossing him his phone. "I mean really, Edward, if we weren't best friends, I don't think I could stand you right now. You remember girls you fuck by their hair color and body parts. Wow, and here I thought chivalry was dead."

"Well, when you have so many, it's hard to keep track," he boasted back to me with a cocky smile. "Besides, they don't seem to mind, especially since they always get a happy ending."

"I hope you at least wear a condom."

"Every time, no sock no cock."

"Oh my god, you are such a douche!"

"No, Bella… I'm just that good." He smiled, swigging his beer. "I always leave them begging for more."

I bet he did.

(*)

I was home on a Saturday night, bored out of my mind. This was beginning to be my usual. Just me, some take out, and a bad movie; hence the usual. I basically had no life; I lived in one of the best cities in the country and nothing. Well, I guess I can't saying nothing; I had a great job doing what I love to do.

I was the senior photographer at Gucci and I was one of the best in the industry. I photographed many celebrities and models and a lot of my photos were featured in some of the most prestigious magazines from all over the world. So no, I can't exactly say I don't have a life—I do—I just don't have a love life.

I have lived in Los Angeles for five years now; before that, I lived in Forks, Washington since I was seventeen when I moved in with my dad from living with my mom in Phoenix. I had decided to go to WSU for Photography and graduated top in my class. After college, I went back home to Forks and then shortly after that I moved to LA with my dad's blessing and got a job at a small photography firm. Not long after moving to LA, I met my ex, Jacob. He was an actor; independent films mostly, but nonetheless an actor. We started dating after meeting at a party and were together for two years.

I thought I was in love; hell, I would have sworn to it at the time, but then I realized I was wrong. My relationship with Jacob ended when he cheated on me with one of his co-stars. I never saw it coming because it wasn't unusual for Jacob and I to be separated due to his work. He was always traveling, so when he decided to throw our relationship out the window, I was the last to know. That was three years ago, and ever since then I've been avoiding the whole subject of dating.

I'll admit I was a little gun shy. The whole idea of trusting someone again made my gut hurt. So, I threw myself into my work and that has been my life. I've been with Gucci for three years and I love it. It's been one of the best things that had happened to me. The money is insane and, because of that, I was able to buy myself a nice house in Los Feliz. And I was also able to give back to my parents for all of their help with putting me through school.

I flipped through the channels on the TV, but nothing piqued my interest. I picked up a magazine, but after about five seconds, I tossed it back on the coffee table. I was about to just go upstairs to bed when my cell phone buzzed with a text message. I reached for my phone, smiling when I saw whom the message from.

Edward.

Beer and Pizza. Be there in 10 minutes – E

What makes u think I'm home? – B

As I waited for his response, my mind wandered. Edward and I had become very good friends over the past couple years.

Friends… yes, just friends is all we were.

As much as I tried not to think about it, I wanted more, I always wanted more. He was the first guy since Jacob who gave me butterflies.

However, Edward was a bit of a ladies man. He always had a new flavor or two of the week and I was always there to listen when he dumped one and moved on to the next conquest. After all, I was his friend and he told me everything. Sometimes more than what I wanted to hear, especially when he would tell me about the great fuck he had the other night or how he had three dates lined up for the following week. Damn, he was a fucking man whore and he didn't seem to give a shit. He'd always said he was young and he was going to have fun no matter what. Meanwhile, I'd sit back and secretly wish he would see me standing right in front of him… but he never did. I was just Bella, his friend.

I was really beginning to hate that word.

We had been friends since Edward moved out to LA from London, where he was born and raised, three years ago. He was a model for Gucci London, but the company wanted him to expand on his market so they brought him out to LA and I was the first photographer to do a shoot with him.

He was positively one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He was 28 years old, tall, just over six feet with a slender build, but don't let the slender part fool you; he was built. The first time I saw Edward without his shirt on, I almost fell to the floor. His chest was perfect, he has just the right amount of chest hair, and his skin looked so soft.

I wanted to lick him.

He had piercing green eyes and bronze hair that was always a glorious mess. It was his trademark, to say the least, not to mention his English accent was sexy as hell.

I mostly photographed him in Gucci suits and, goddamn, he cleaned up well. Our working relationship was easy; after that first day, I had photographed him a few more times for various different campaigns. Then one night after a long shoot, he asked me to get a drink with him and we had been friends ever since.

My phone buzzed again

Are u finally getting laid? – E

Ugh, no. Whatever, just come over. – B

I tossed my iPhone on the coffee table and grumbled. I haven't been laid in three years and he knew it. Unlike him, I had scruples.

Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. As I got up from the couch, I realized that I was still in my shorts and tank top and my hair was on top of my head in a messy ponytail. I wish I had time to change, but it was almost eleven o'clock at night, and had Edward not been at my door, my ass would have been in bed.

Pathetic.

At least my legs were shaved since they were bare.

I opened my door and my breath caught in my throat when I saw him. He was in jeans and a dark gray t-shirt and his hair was all over the place. He looked… well, he looked… freshly fucked.

Damn.

"Are you going to let me in before I drop this shit?" he asked, as he held the pizza box and a six-pack of beer.

"Oh, sorry... here, give me that," I offered, opening the door wider and taking the beer from him.

"Thanks."

I walked into the living room and took a beer out of the pack. I really needed one now. Edward set the pizza box on the table and kicked off his converse. I handed him a beer and we each took a slice of pizza.

"Did you go out tonight?" I asked him with a mouth full of pizza.

"Yeah… I had a date."

"Of course you did." I swigged my beer. "Did you at least shower before you came over?"

"Yes, I did." He took a bite of pizza. "I jizzed on my pants, so I had to go home after I took… her home."

"T. M. I., Edward, I mean, damn, did you fuck her in your car or something?" He didn't answer, he just smiled and chewed. "You have no shame."

"Come on, Bella, don't be such a prude."

"I'm not a prude, I just have some standards, unlike big titted blonde and tight pussy red head."

"You should talk dirty more often."

"Shut up!"

There was some silence as we continued to drink and eat our pizza. I needed to change the subject, as I no longer wanted to hear about him having sex with other girls.

"Did you get the schedule for next week?" I asked him. "We have a shoot on Monday."

"Yeah, I know, I got it," he replied. "The suit needs to be altered, though; the pants are too short"

"I saw the order on my desk for a new pair; somehow they got your inseam measurement wrong."

"You're my photographer, how do you know about my inseam measurement?" he questioned, looking at me with a smile that made my pussy tingle.

"I know everything, Edward, you should know that by now."

"Oh, right, should have known better, Miss Perfect."

I giggled at him and then fell back on the couch, resting on the pillow. My legs were bent at the knee as Edward was in my way, preventing me from stretching out.

"Want to watch TV?" he asked.

"Sure, here," I agreed, tossing the remote, "find something."

He flipped through the channels and settled on some horror movie, knowing full well I hate scary movies. After about five minutes, I was hiding behind a pillow and Edward was laughing at me.

"You are such a pussy, Bella," he teased with a laugh.

"No, I'm not a pussy. I have a pussy."

"Well, if you don't use it soon, you're gonna get cobwebs."

"You are so gross," I complained, tossing a pillow at him, hitting him right on the side of his head.

"Oh, you really shouldn't have done that," he said, and before I could react he was tickling my sides.

"Edward! Stop! No, please," I shrieked.

"Say you're sorry for throwing that pillow at me."

"Never, you deserved it."

"Well then, you deserve this."

He moved so he was just about on top of me, his one leg in between mine, and continued to attack my sides with his fingers. I wiggled under him, but I could not break free, he was too strong. Then there was a moment when he stopped tickling me and looked in my eyes, his jade eyes nearly burning holes through me. I could feel his weight on me and it made me wet. His scent filled my lungs and I was about to moan out when he cleared his throat and moved his body from mine. He went back to other side of the couch and smirked at me.

"Asshole!" I shouted at him.

"Sore loser."

I scoffed at him and kicked his thigh with my foot.

"Be nice, little girl, you will lose again," he warned, grabbing my ankles and placed my bare legs on his lap, trapping them under his hands.

I didn't say anything because I knew he was right. I was much too small and he was much too strong for me to take him on in another tickle fight.

I gasped when I felt his hand running down my bare calf. I looked over at him, but sighed when I saw his attention was back on the movie. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on the feel of his hands on my legs. His hands were so warm and soft and I really wanted him to never stop touching me. He continued this torture on my skin for the remainder of the movie.

Once the credits started, he removed his hands and stretched his arms over his head, letting out a loud yawn.

"It's late," he said.

"Yeah, it is," I replied and I quickly pulled my legs off him to sit up.

"I'm gonna head out. I'll see you on Monday at the shoot?"

"Make sure you get enough sleep tomorrow night so you don't have bags under your eyes; the camera doesn't like tired models."

"I do not have bags under my eyes," he spat.

"Well, even still, it wouldn't kill you to take a night off from your second job."

"My second job?"

"Yeah, fucking," I said with a giggle.

"Ha ha, you're so funny."

I laughed as we both stood to our feet. He put his shoes back on and headed to the front door with me behind him.

"See you later, Bella, good night," he said as he turned back to look at me before opening the door and stepping out onto my porch.

"Night, Edward."

I watched him walk down my walkway and get into his Volvo. I closed the door as he backed out of my driveway.

I grumbled all the way up to my bedroom. As soon as my body hit my bed, I was passed out from frustration.

A/N: So there was CH 1. Love it? Hate it? Let me know.

Chapter 2 will post next week!

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