Challenge Number/Title: 6 - Inanimate Object POV

The Fall Factor

Date Posted: March 4th, 2013

Fandom: Twilight
Rating: M
Genre: AH
Content Descriptors: Fluff.
Character Pairing: E/B


The door of the gym opens and in walks Rosalie with that big, model-looking guy that I've seen around a bit; the one with the expensive hair cut and well moisturized skin.

"We need to talk, Chip," she says, taking a seat behind my expansive desk.

He's barely paying any attention to her, his gaze focused intently on his reflection in the window behind her. She presses a few keys on the computer keyboard that's perched on my surface, her eyes scanning the screen for a moment before they find their way back to Chip.

"Sure, babe, let's talk."

Her fingers tap a violent rhythm on my surface as she rocks back in the desk chair.

"Focus, Chip. Look at me."

He brushes a hand through his impeccably styled hair and then turns to perch his ass on the side of my desk, his muscled glutes pressed against the drawers.

"What's up, babe? Hey do you think the hairdresser cut my hair too short?"

Slapping her palm hard against my desktop, Rosalie stands, her hands moving to her hips. "Shut. Up. You're hair is fine. Your shorts look fine. No your arms aren't getting soft. Chip…" Her head drops, and for a moment she looks sad before her face becomes an impassive mask again, determination set into her pretty features. "I think we should see other people."

He smiles, chuckling. "I see other people all the time."

"What?"

"See, there's Bella."

Bella's head snaps up as she strolls through the reception, breezing right past Rose and Chip.

"Oh for fucks sake," Rosalie whispers. "No, Chip. I want to break up. I don't want to see you anymore. Not at work, not at my house, not at my fucking beauty salon."

He blinks a few times, and you can hear his brain cells working their hardest to compute the information. "You're breaking up with me?"

"Yeah," replies Rose with a nod.

"But…why?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Rosalie sinks back down into the chair, and rests her arms on me. "Because you leave your hair shit on my straightener after you use it, and because you own more fake tan and skin care products than I do, and because I want an adult conversation with someone about more than just the merits of sleeveless work out shirts!"

I think Chip is a little dumbstruck – well, even more so than usual. After some reassurance that it wasn't because the hairdresser did in fact cut his hair shorter, he leaves, his face akin to an abandoned puppy.

A moment later, Bella emerges from the staff room.

"How'd it go?" she asks, half walking half running through the reception area towards the Rose.

"Fine," replies Rosalie breezily, searching my drawers for something. "Why are you in such a rush?" she asks looking up.

Bella blushes, using the hair tie around her wrist to secure her hair up off her neck. "No reason."

Rosalie narrows her eyes and her fingers resume their tapping against my surface. "Bullshit."

Blowing out a loud breath, Bella drops her arms from her hair. "Jasper's got Edward harnessed up and ready to climb."

"So why do you look so nervous?"

"I don't know," says Bella quietly, her chin on her arms as she leans over the top of the desk. "That's weird, right?"

"A little."

She runs a hand across my blue speckled surface, collecting dust. "I just know he thinks he's going to bomb, and I really don't want him to."

"Maybe you need to give him some incentive to get to the top. Offer to show him your tits or something."

Straightening a bunch of business cards, Bella rolls her eyes. "I'll be in the climbing center if you need me."

No sooner has Bella exited the reception, the doors open again, and Alice enters, her laptop bag over her shoulder and a pile of books in her arms.

"Party at your place again?" asks Rose with a sympathetic smile.

"Assholes," is all she gets in reply as Alice strides straight into the staff room and slams the door behind her again.

From my vantage point in the reception, I get to see it all happen. All the comings and goings, the cute girls in their workout gear, the guys in their short shorts and muscle shirts. I'm privy to all sorts of great sights and information.

Case in point: the next person to waltz through the doors.

"Hey, Mike," says Rose, looking more cheerful than she did a moment ago.

"Chip told me you broke up with him," is his greeting.

Rosalie blanches, her eyes wide. "He told you?"

Mike nods, resting his hips against me, just inches away from where Rosalie sits. "He said you didn't like his hair or something."

Rosalie sighs loudly, her forehead dropping onto me with a thud. "No! His hair's fine. He's just… I don't know. I think I've outgrown pretty boys."

Mike frowns, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Well, if you need some time off—"

"No. It's fine. I'm fine, Mike."

"Okay, well just…" His voice trails off as the doors open and Rosalie's head lifts, a brilliant smile gracing her beautiful face.

"Hey, Emmett!"

"Hey, Rosalie," he replies, gym bag slung over his shoulder, sneakers squeaking on the tiles.

"You here to watch Edward?" she asks, and I watch Mike look on with interest.

"Yeah," replies Emmett with a nod. "Thought I might go for a run, too."

"Oh, okay. Well if you need help just give me a yell, okay?"

A red flush creeps up Emmett's cheeks, and his eyes sparkle. "Sure thing."

It's like Rosalie doesn't even remember that Mike is there, what with the way she smiles as she tidies around her, picking up pencils and putting them away.

"You and Emmett, huh?"

Startled, Rosalie blushes. "He's just a nice guy."

"Between you and Bella, I'm going to have to start charging extra for memberships. You know it's not generally part of the contract for our instructors to fall in love with their customers?"

Raising an eyebrow, Rosalie shoots back, "Well, we're just offering a little extra. Going above and beyond and all that."

Mike snorts a sort of laugh, shaking his head. "Just make sure it stays professional while you're here, please. And don't forget to restock the bathrooms tonight, Rosalie. You forgot last night."

She makes a face, sticking her middle finger up at him when his back is turned. "I didn't forget."

He sticks his finger up at her over his shoulder. "I know."


Thank you to Krystle for her quick beta work. Sleep now, my pretty. And this brings me back up to date. HUZZAH! Back to our regularly scheduled programming.

(Also, Follow the Sun was nom'd over at Teh Lemonade Stand for Fic of The Week. If you feel that way inclined, you could give it a little vote.)

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