This is my entry for the Nov. 2011 Iron Pen Challenge.

I had only 30 minutes to write this using the following secret ingredient:
Tell your story from the POV of an article of clothing. Be sure to fully develop the character of the clothing article you choose to use.


"Don't you tell me to calm down, Emmett McCarty!"

I think I just popped a stitch.

A very familiar sound broke through the darkness of my cubby. Rosalie was coming, and from the sound of her footfalls, she was not happy.

Just another day in the life of Rosalie Hale McCarty.

"Aw, come on, Rosie. It will buff out." Emmett was trying to calm his wife. This only worked half of the time—at least when they were in ear shot of the rest of the family.
Being nothing more than a scarf has it's advantages.

If I had hands I would write a tell-all book and make a million dollars. I'm not just talking about the whole "I belong to a vampire" thing, either. I am privy to one of the closest kept secret of this coven. Even if I could type, no one would believe me, not even those who live in this house.

"Don't you Rosie me, Emmett. He scratched it! My car! I let that dog drive my car once, against my better judgement—because you said it would be okay—and the mutt scratched my car!"

The doors whipped open and light flooded the closet. Only then did I see the look I expected. Yep, Rosalie was pissed. At that moment, I was glad to be nothing than a scarf, because it saved me from the wrath I had witnessed so often.

"Rosie, baby," Emmett cooed. "Want me to make Jake buff it out? I will, you know."

She pulled the brown swede jacket of its hanger. That had to hurt. "If you think that flea-bag is getting within twenty feet of my car again, you're an idiot." Next she pulled me out and tied me around her neck just a little too tightly. I was offended. She'd never treated me this way.

"I need to get out of here."

I still remember the day Emmett gave me to his wife. His eyes lit up when he saw me in the store. "This is it, Jazzman!"

"A scarf? You've dragged me all over this mall and you're getting her a scarf?" Jasper asked like Emmett was dumb.

"Yeah, she'll love it. You'll see." His hand went down me gently. "It's red, cashmere, and costs a hundred bucks." He shot his brother a knowing look. "'Sides, I'm gonna add something to it."

As soon as he brought me to the counter he ordered a silver R, encrusted with Swarovski crystals, to be sewn on one end of me. The moment my little accessory was attached, I became the most expensive scarf in fashion history.

Jasper and Emmett argued all the way home weather she would like me or not.

"A thousand bucks say she tosses that thing in the trash and your rear right out of your room."

"You're on! You don't know my Rosie the way I do."

Needless to say I was a nervous wreck when I heard the wrapping paper coming off my box.

"Oh, Emmett! It's beautiful! I love it! I know you always get me a gift when we move to a new place, but this is more than I expected."

"Yeah, well, I know you get down when we move to a new place, and I just wanted to get you something to put that smile on your face. Welcome to Forks, Rosie."

She tied me around her neck and took everything else off.

"Now let me put a smile on your face, Em."

They broke in their new bed that night—seven times.

After that, I became Rosalie's favorite fashion accessory. My memory was broken by the squealing of brakes as we took a hairpin turn at 100 miles an hour.

"Geez, Em, sometimes I just wonder where your head is at."

There it was. She went too far. I'd been around long enough to know.

"Rosalie! Pull over right now."

Yep, I was right. The only—and I do mean only—time Emmett used that name with his wife meant she had gone too far.

The car came to a halt.

"Look, I'm sorry it got scratched and I'll fix it, but I've heard enough and you will stop now.

"Sorry, Em."

He leaned over and kissed her. She always quit breathing when they kissed. He must be really good.

"Thanks, Em. You always know how to deal with my drama."

"That's why you're mine, baby." He began to remove her clothes. But as usual, he left me on.

Here we go again.


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