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*SMUT WARNING*

(have you ever noticed what butt related thing an asterisk looks like? LOL I nEeD a NaP!!!)

I stand in the mirror, fussing over my suit. My mind is repeating a constant soundtrack of Edward, Isabella, Edward, Isabella, Edward, Isabella, Edward...

I reach for my jacket and someone is just there suddenly. I jump slightly in surprise, but relax when I see it's just Ed.

"I thought I'd help you get dressed." Ed says warmly, grinning as he picks up my jacket. I smile and go back to looking in the mirror as he helps me put on my jacket. I can't help but stare at him in the mirror. God, he's gorgeous...

"I'm partial to the purple." He says, turning to where several of my favorite ties are layed out.

"The broche brings out my eyes." I say quietly, staring deep into his. Wow....

He holds up the ties to my face, looking at me in the mirror.

"You were right about the broche!" He says warmly, smiling that stunning smile of his. I love this man so much...

"The founder's dinner has been around for a long time, y'know. Almost a century, if I remember correctly. Only the most powerful people are invited." I say proudly. He smiles proudly at me, beautiful...

"I'm so proud of you, Oswald. You've come so far." Ed says proudly. I can't help but blush madly.

He drapes the tie over my shoulders, skilfully tying it. I feel lightning shooting through my entire body at the touch of his front against my back. Oh, I could just stay like this forever...

"It's too bad I don't have a plus one." I say quietly, trying and failing miserably at flirting.
Fuck...

"Sorry. I got a date." He says warmly, grinning like a crazy person.

"With that woman you claim to love after only knowing her a few hours?" I ask, irritated.

"Heart keeps its own time." He says warmly. Damn right, it does. Mine's more than ready...

Suddenly his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, looking at the text. He looks so sad.

"What is it?" I ask quietly, oozing concern and worry.

"Isabella has to cancel. She's not feeling well." Ed says quietly in a sad and disappointed tone.

Oh, poor baby...poor, poor Edward...my little nerdy baby....

"I am sorry she cancelled on you. You don't have to go to the founder's dinner with me if you don't want to." I say quietly, oozing sympathy and compassion.

"No, I'll still go with you. It might take my mind off of... her." Ed says quietly. "Besides...it's your night. Your first founder's dinner. I want to be right by your side tonight."

"And I want you by my side. I would be lost without you, Edward Nygma. You are the most precious friend I've ever had." I say shakily, staring at his eyes.

That night, me and Ed walk into the founder's dinner. I can't help but giggle at his awed expression.

"This place is amazing." He says quietly, completely amazed.

"Yeah, it is." I sigh. But I'm not looking at the decor, I'm looking at him. And only him.

I take two glasses of champagne off a passing waiter's tray. I hand one to Ed and he hesitantly accepts it. I'm fully aware that he's a complete and utter lightweight, but he needs a little fun tonight. His girlfriend (blech!) just cancelled on him.