A/N: Hey guys! I finally finished the first chapter of my new plot bunny, I've actually never seen this kind of story before so I hope the idea's original for you! This is kind of a preface, not really jumping into everything right now but if this gets good feedback, I'll keep it coming. I'm just testing the waters right now. Anyway, enjoy!

"Ow, crap," I hissed to myself as I burnt my tongue on my coffee. I quickly held it between my teeth to try and sooth the burning, the already-there scowl on my face deepening, but it only stung worse. Great, another thing to add to my annoyance.

I was sitting in the coffee shop I usually met my best friend, Bella, at on our usual Sunday morning ritual. And, as usual again, she was late. I knew exactly why she was, that was the thing that annoyed me even greater. It happened every Sunday; she was always at least 15 minutes behind schedule and sometimes I had to stop and ask myself why I still bother coming to these little gatherings of ours on intended time. I suppose a part of me held onto the hope that she didn't have another encounter the night before. But, Bella is Bella- nothing disrupts her cycle. I looked down at my watch- another few minutes to go until she arrives.

Isabella, or Bella to those close to her, Marie Swan and I have been joined at the hip for as long as I can remember. We were both born and raised in Forks, Washington. We're one of those friendships that people think end up into something else, but we're not. We met in kindergarten; Bella can't tell you word for word what happened but I can. She's the pushy, confident type. If you ask her, she'll tell you what she thinks flat out. I'm not the quiet type, but I do like to keep to myself most of the time. How we ended up friends, I'll never know. What I do know is that out of all the friends I do have, she's the one I can tell anything and everything to, no matter how feminine that sounds.

Anyway, back to that first day of Kindergarten. We were forced to sit in groups of four to a table, and Bella and I ended up sitting right next to each other. We had to draw a picture in pairs, and we argued over what to draw. I was persistent to draw a giraffe, she wanted to draw a tiger. In the end, she ended up winning, and though I'll never admit it, she made me cry a little. But after that day, we were inseparable.

Bella's ability to be blunt and my own to be courteous at all times never clashed. She was the fire to my ice. Even now, 16 years later and in our third year of college, we still haven't argued since. Granted, there isn't that much to argue about since we hardly see each other due to different schedules. But we had made plans to attend the same school ever since our freshman year of high school. Bella and I agreed to not attend a college if we weren't both accepted, but we ended up staying close to home regardless.

A lot of people think that our friendship must have some sort of romantic tension to it, but there's not. And there's a lot of reasons for that, some I can't grasp really. Along with Bella's confidence came a newfound feeling of power, something she discovered in her senior year of high school. I suppose the word to use wouldn't be slutty, just that… she knows what she wants and doesn't see harm in going after it. No she's not a sex fiend, she just enjoys the company. That's why she's late. Of course, it's not that I find her appetite unappealing, it's just not me. I've had my share of waking up in a different bed in the morning, but if Bella and I were keeping score, I'd be down 6-1.

My sister, Alice, has always had this thing with trying to set us up, claiming that being friends for so long just had to have an end result in something. We laughed it off every time. Bella's not an ugly girl, no not at all. She's got these killer legs that could put models to shame, brown hair that falls in waves and frames her face. Her best feature, no matter how many times I tell her, is her eyes. I'm not a big fan of chocolate, but the way she looks at me with her own set of browns makes me want to devour a Hershey's. Yeah, that's kind of lame, and a little on the too much information side but I won't lie- she's beautiful in a subtle way. That's another reason why Alice is always trying to hook us up too, because she knows just how beautiful I think she is. I admit, I've ogled Bella a few times before, but there's never been anything more than platonic love between us. I'd protect her in a heartbeat, but hardly does she need protecting with her sharp tongue.

"Well hello, favorite," that all too familiar voice resounded in my ear and the next thing I felt was a pair of soft lips on my cheek. I turned my head to see Bella, hair disheveled slightly and a small slight ring of smudged mascara underneath her eyes. Evident signs of what I was hoping I'd be wrong about. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous in the least in neither ways, of Bella or of the guys that she goes around with. I'm just the big protector- possessive and willing to strike at any time.

"Wow, you're only-" I paused to look down at my watch, "18 minutes late this time. Going for a better record? Or do you just like to keep me waiting in suspense?" I lightened my sarcasm, the annoyance in me was fading already.

Bella smiled wickedly. "I had… a house guest."

I almost rolled my eyes.


She nodded deviously.

"He called around one in the morning, and well, I just can't say no!" she said the last part dramatically for effect. I cringed- Mike was definitely not her type. She's even said he could induce her into a coma by simply opening his mouth, but the sex is apparently that great that she's just close to getting some duct tape, claiming a new fetish and having her way without a sound from him. I cringed again at that thought.

"Glad to see our get-togethers mean so much to you."

"I'm here, right?"

"Yes, yes you are."

She smiled at that, and I had to reciprocate.

"So anything new happen in the last week?"

"Hmm, not really. Oh wait, I set my professors on fire, and I robbed a bank. I'm also plotting my way to world domination, but don't worry, I'll try and salvage Mike for you."

Bella laughed. "You have such dry humor. Maybe you're the one who needs to get laid."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Um, beg pardon?"

"You heard me. You haven't slept with anyone in over a year. Don't think I don't know, you can't keep things like that from me." I gave her a hard look, but she continued. "This is the prime of your life, your 'gettin' some' years! Kind of ironic that that's what I'm doing and what you're not. Just a bit backwards, don't you think?" she spoke with a grin.

"I'm not discussing this right now," I said, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Why not? I tell you all about my little adventures!" she protested.

"Yes, against my will, you do."

"That's not the point. I tell you because I trust you. Hence why I meet you here every Sunday morning."

"You're not helping…"

Bella smiled widely at me.

"Edward, we're 21. I think words like 'boobies' and 'pee-pee' are a little behind us, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah but-"

"So don't you think it's time to stop being grossed out when I mention the S word?"

I huffed and crossed my arms. Bella just smiled again and retreated, something she did when she knew she won me over.

"So how's preparations for Alice's wedding coming along?" she asked as she put her chin in her palm. I rolled my eyes at the memories of my sister's insufferable torture, or as she liked to call them- wedding plans. My sister had met a pretty nice guy her first year in college. It was maddening just how compatible they are. Three years later, the next thing I knew they were engaged. I liked him well enough, though, even though he's from Texas. Jasper and I got along pretty well actually, even though we came from two totally different places.

"Horrible. You should consider yourself lucky she isn't your real sister, she'd probably make you her own mannequin."

"But it's not like I'm excused from most of the fun stuff," she protested, but she knew she was getting the better end of it. Bella was only one of Alice's bridesmaids, but since I was more available, I had more duties and help to hand out than Bella could. I always thought it was amazing that the two of them got along like Bella and I did. Both were the out-going type. Alice had taken Bella to a bar the day she turned 21, but the only part I heard about was Bella dancing on top of tables. I tried to block out the rest.

"She's going dress shopping next week, I believe."

"Are you warning me to get out of town that day?" Bella said with a laugh.

"Kind of, actually I'm surprised you're not squealing in awe like the rest of the bridesmaids did," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. Bella just shrugged.

"Marriage doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Anyway, I've already seen the honeymoon part, if you know what I mean," she said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrow.

"I'd prefer not to be reminded, Bella."

"Oh, c'mon! It's so wrong how you're not open about this."

"Because what goes on between the sheets stays between the sheets, at least with me."

"I bet I can change that."

"Ew, Bella, I'm not sleeping with you."

She only rolled her eyes at me.

"That's not what I meant, and what's wrong with sleeping with me?" her voice shrilled at the end and earned a few glares from the elderly people sitting close to us. I shot them an apologetic look, but Bella seemed to not notice.

"Nothing, and whatever is on your mind you can forget it now."

"No listen, Edward. I think the lack of sexual enjoyment in your life is turning you into sour Sally. I think I can help fix that. Of course, you'd have to comply and listen to me even though you never do."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Easy. I'll give you some pointers and send you on your merry way in every club we walk into. It's simple, watch and learn!"

"What if I don't agree?"

She paused for a minute.

"How about we bet on it?"

My face went blank.

"On what terms?"

"Let's say you have until Alice's wedding to get laid. So that gives us about 3 months. If you do, well, I don't get anything out of it, just the fact that I get to gloat about winning."

"And if I don't?"

"Dunno, whatever you pick, I guess."

I smirked as a bunch of evil plans formulated my mind.

"You can't see Mike Newton for two months."

Bella's mouth nearly hit the floor.

"WHAT?" she shrieked.

"You heard me. No sex for two months. Not just Mike, I really mean nobody. I think it's time for a little celibacy of your own."

Bella's face went through twenty emotions in one second. Shock, anger, surprise, fright, and then landed on surrender.

"One month."

I shook my head.

"45 days!"

I shook my head again. She huffed.

"Fine. Two months. But you know this means I'm going to go to any length to make sure I win."

I snorted. "Sure, I'm counting on it, Bella."