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Fictionista Witfit – January 18, 2013
Prompt: Allowance
Music Challenge: Put Down the Gun by ZZ Ward

The audacity of the situation is absurd.

We’ve been step-sisters since we were eight years old and Renee married Phil. I’ve been putting up with her bullshit ever since. She’s like an STD—every time you think you’re finally rid of her, she comes back with a vengeance.

Tanya Denali is an innocent-looking strawberry blonde angel with shark teeth and devil horns.

When you first meet her, she comes across as cheerful and naïve. She blinks long lashes over big blue eyes and pouts full precious lips up at you as if she’s hanging onto your every word. She’ll twirl a golden spiraled lock around her finger and touch you gently as she smiles and laughs at everything you say. Her charm is like a fresh spray of perfume—it clings to your clothes and fills your senses. By then you’re under her spell, offering a dopey smirk and gazing down at her with rose-tinted glasses.

That’s when you know you’re fucked, because by then it’s too late. She’s got you. You’re trapped with no way out. She lingers even when she’s not there. Her words haunt and follow wherever you go until she’s all you think about, she’s all you want—need—crave. She’s like a drug that you’ve become addicted to.

I’ve seen it time and time again.

Some poor sap falls for her, calls her non-stop, sends her flowers and buys her pretty things. Not knowing that she’s playing him for a fool. Not knowing that he is only one of many and temporary at that. For years I’ve witnessed and stood by while a trail of broken hearts littered our walkway to the house.

I know, because I’ve been the one to deliver the harsh blow each and every time. A ring at the door, a honk on the driveway, a knock against the front double doors, and even sometimes a light tap at her window. They know its coming, they know it’s never going to last, and yet they continuously allow her to sink her well manicured claws deep into their flesh.

She hunts them like deer in the woods.

She plucks them like fish in a pond.

She never fails and she loves to gloat and I’ve never cared. I sit beside her while she giggles and laughs and tells me things I don’t want to know. She showcases her many gifts and trinkets, sometimes pawning them off onto me when she disapproves. I listen and nod and smile and pretend to listen because its better than the alternative—her irrational wrath.

Not once have I ever cared about her conquests—until today.

“What do you think about Edward Cullen?” she asks in an airy voice as she stands before her closet in only her underwear.

Slowly, I set the magazine I was reading down onto my lap and look up at her.

“What about him?” I ask carefully.

Don’t show too much interest, she’ll suspect something—don’t let her find out. Like voices in my head, my subconscious whispers low and cautions me to keep quiet.

She spins around to face me and the arch of her brow and curl of her lip says everything.

She knows.

I gulp. She tilts her head and takes one step toward the bed I sit upon.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Her eyes blink with false virtue.

My head moves side to side slowly.

“Did you think you could keep this a secret forever?” She lifts one naked knee and sets it down on the edge of the mattress.

My eyes sting with unshed tears, my throat burns in ache and I swallow down the fear like poison. “I don’t know what you mean, Tanya.”

She begins a slow crawl up towards me at the headboard. “I mean that you have something I want, Isabella…” she reaches out to trail her fingernails up the side of my arm then leans in dangerously close so that her nose nearly touches mine. “Give him to me.”

“No.” It comes out hoarse, but firm.

It shocks her so badly that she falls back onto her heels. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve given you everything you’ve ever asked of me, Tanya. But this is something you will have to pry from my cold dead hands.” My jaw set tight, I slide out from the bed and stand over her confidently. “And still,” I laugh tiredly, “you won’t let this go. You won’t allow me this one thing.”

Her face hardens, and for a moment she resembles a demon, as if her mask of beauty hasn’t been applied correctly and through the cracks I see her true self. All my life I’ve stood by and let her take over every aspect of my life until I feel as if I’m merely her puppet—a toy for her enjoyment only. She pulls at my strings and I dance at her will.

“I’m giving you a chance that I do not afford anyone, Isabella. I’m advising you beforehand to sever whatever attachment you have of him and forego the pain you will feel when I claim him.” She has the nerve to appear as if she grants charity.

I snort and shake my head at her, followed by a laugh I’ve never experienced before. Confidence, strength, fearlessness. I know in my heart that she hasn’t a chance in hell. So I will allow her to peruse him, I won’t even fight it, nor will I warn Edward.

It’s time for Tanya to fall flat on her face.

Knowing this, I smile and bend over so that my nose brushes hers softly. “Thank you, darling. I do appreciate your sisterly advice. I will take it into consideration, and interpret what is necessary.”

She blinks in confusion.

I grin. “Game on, dearest.”

I kiss her nose and walk out the room.

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Geekward Drabble #3

“Sheldon doesn’t know when he’s being mean because the part of his brain that should know is getting a wedgie from the rest of his brain.” – Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz

For some particular reason, Bella felt a burning beneath the skin of her face that sizzled down her throat and throughout her body as she stood barely two feet away from a rude man with hipster glasses and Star Wars pajama pants. He was as adorable as he was handsome and perhaps even… hot?

Bella shook such thoughts clear from her mind. “I’m here for—“

“Hootie hoo, bitches!” Emmett’s loud baritone was heard along with the stomping of his big feet up the stairs. “I’m gettin’ laid ta-night!”

Edward felt his face heat up almost immediately and braced himself for further embarrassment. Usually he avoided any and all interaction with his brother before his first cup of coffee. It was the only way he can tolerate Emmett’s overly boisterous personality. The horror.  

“Rose is back in town, all is right in the world and with my coc—whoa!” Emmett skidded to a stop. “I tooootally forgot you were here, little B! So what’ja think? You down to jump aboard this bad boy or what?”

It was at this point where Edward’s interest peaked and he was forced to approach his loud and obnoxious older brother. “Emmett? A word please?”

However, Emmett was used to his uptight younger sibling and instead marched over to drop a huge bear paw down onto his shoulder. “Dude, I know what you’re gonna say, but at this point we could really use the extra dough and look at her, man?”

Both men turned to a fidgeting Bella Swan.

“She’s way hot, bro!” Emmett slapped his hand against his brother’s back with a strength that sent poor Edward flying forward into the middle of the hallway. “Anyway, room is yours if you want it, little B. Maybe you can even eventually help this guy,” he thumbed in Edward’s direction, “pull out the stick that’s been thoroughly wedged up his ass for the past 26 years. I don’t know, stranger things have happened. Anyway, I’m going to the gym then I’m gonna go see my Rosie. Let me know if you need help moving your shit.” He began to walk backward toward the stairs. “You got my digits and as soon as my little bro remembers his manner’s—you got Eddie boy, here. Aight?”

Bella nodded.

“Cool! Later roomie!” He then turned and jogged down the stairs.

The abrupt silence that followed was almost deafening.

“So…” Bella dared to turn Edward—or “Eddie boy,” if she were to take Emmett’s comment seriously. “I guess we’re, uh, you know… roomies now, huh?” She fought to break the proverbial awkwardness between her and Edward.

However, Edward’s curt nod threw Bella for a loop. “It would be pertinent for us to remain cordial with our predicament despite my brother’s lavish behavior. Therefore I will provide you with the roommate agreement that both Emmett and myself have signed and dated two years, three months, and seventeen days ago.” He turned on his heels and entered his room where a shuffling was heard before the slap of his slippers reentering the hall.

Bella stood dumbfounded outside her bedroom in wait.

“I always keep a spare just in case—which in this situation is a perfect example of my precognitive assumptions.” He held out a thin one-inch white binder that Bella attentively took into her hands with flushed cheeks. “I expect you to abide by all of these terms, but for Section 8: Hygiene—for example; paragraph four, which states that when using the facilities you must stand behind the green tape, in your case, that will be irrelevant and so I will redact that from your agreement when the time comes and provide you with an addendum to accommodate your… feminine routines so that they do not conflict with mine and Emmett’s.”

He went on to say more, but Bella could no longer focus on such trivial things.  Her mind had already checked out onto moving plans and furniture shopping. She contemplated who in her handful of friends owned a truck. She didn’t have much, having left everything behind but for a duffel bag of clothes and a backpack of books and her laptop. She would have to get her dad to ship the rest of her things from the storage unit she rented in Forks after leaving Jake.

“—and also, no pets of any kind are allowed. Not even a goldfish or beta fish as they require regular maintenance that, if forgotten, can lead to mold and—“

Bella shook herself out of her head and regarded Edward cautiously. “Um…” she bit her lip—something that made Edward’s pants surprisingly tight—and swallowed nervously. “We have a problem.”

“Well,” Edward pushed his glasses up his nose gently, “I can be persuaded to switch cleaning days with you if you prefer to do your laundry on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Emmett is signed up for Monday and Wednesday. I was thinking Friday and Sunday or perhaps Saturday would be appropriate, but if you—“

“No.” She stopped him firmly. “I mean we have a problem with the pet thing.”

Edward’s brow rose. “I suppose we can work something out if you honestly feel you need to have a beta fish .” He grimaced.

She stepped forward and brought with her the most intriguing scent Edward had ever come across. So much so that his eyes closed involuntarily and his nose rose in the air to inhale deeply. Despite the tingly annoyance of animal hair that threatened to cause yet another sneezing fit, Edward had now found himself momentarily incapacitated.

“No, that’s not it, either.” She sighed and pulled a hand through her voluminous locks. “I mean we have a problem because I cant sign this.” Bella shoved the binder into Edward’s chest.

“Uh—I—well—uh…” He stuttered in shock, no one had ever said no to him before. How dare this woman—this beyond compare woman of absolute exquisiteness—deny the roommate agreement! Finally finding his voice, Edward sputtered, “W-w-why?”

“Because,” she said with a heavy lower lip, “I can’t live without my Jelly.”

Blinking in pure confusion, Edward was unable to comprehend. Perhaps it was true, beauty and brains could not completely co-exist. But oh, was she beautiful. But as her eyes began to water at a fast pace, making Edward’s heart thump away in his chest and his breath hitch in his throat, he suddenly felt the disturbing need to placate her.

“I assure you, Bella.” He paused—he’d never said her name before, it had a certain ring to it, did it not? “The roommate agreement is written entirely with the upmost respectable intentions to all parties. And I would never deny you fruitful preservatives on any kind. In fact, did you know that Jelly is made from fruit juice and Jam is made from pureed fruit? Preserves are actually made from whole fruit while spreads are made from whole fruit and/or pureed fruit. So you see, you have so many choices in the matter.”

Her big brown eyes stared back at him with tears clinging to long lashes and a plush full lip held between white teeth. “What?” She grimaced at an absolute loss.

“Jelly, Bella!” Edward shouted back in exasperation. “I did not wish to upset you, I don’t even know where you got this crazy idea of not being permitted to have it. As I stated before, I would never—“

“Edward!” Bella reached out to stop him with a hand on his chest where she could feel his heart rate accelerate at an alarming level. “Jelly is my cat,” she said. “I have a pet.”

“Oh, dear.” Edward exhaled deeply.

Geekward Drabble #2

 

Achoo!

What would you be if you were attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis?—Leonard Hofstadter

Screwed.

Edward was utterly and completely—screwed.

Who was the woman staring at him from across the hall inside a room that was supposed to be empty? Why was she there? Did she sleepwalk? Did she break in? Was she an escape mental patient?

“Um.” She proceeded to chew on a full bottom lip, doing things to Edward Cullen’s body that he had never really cared to feel before. “Hi?” She said taking a few steps closer so that she stood in the door frame. “I’m, um, Bella?”

Edward’s brow rose skeptically. “Are you sure?”

Taken aback, Bella blinked in confusion and crossed her arms. “Uh, yeah. I’m pretty sure I know my own name.”

“You said it as a question.” Edward squinted at her through his black framed glasses. “Indicating that you were unsure of what name to give to me. So I will ask you again, are you sure?”  

“Yes.” She step outside of the bedroom and hissed at him angrily through gritted teeth.

With her close proximity, Edward began to feel his nose tingle and his eyes water and his breath sucking quickly into his lungs and—“Dog!” Edward wheezed just before a gut wrenching sneeze fest took over. “Dog!” He shouted and flew back against the wall with a red face.

“I’m sorry?” Bella’s eyes widened in horror. “A-are you calling me a dog?”

He hook his head. “No! Allergic—achoo!—to—achoo!—dog hair—aaachoo!”

“Oh.” Bella breathed in relief just before she shouted, “OOOOH!” and proceeded to pull off her baggy hoodie over her head to toss it far into the back of her potential bedroom. “I’m so sorry! My friend who I’m staying with has a dog.”

“S’fine.” Edward forced a smile as he struggled to breathe past inflamed nostrils. “Dog allergies effect over ten percent of the population. It’s the f-f…” He raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and push the frames of his glasses back into place. “The f-f-fu—achoo! The fur!”

Bella began to giggle behind a hand. “I’m sorry,” she apologized profusely as she struggled not to find humor in her possible new roommate’s current distress. But he was a total mess! His hair seemed to have a mind of its own and stood in all sorts of random directions atop his head.

Finally managing to bring himself back under control, Edward stared back at the fair skinned creature across from him. “Hi.”

Her lips slowly pulled back into a shy smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He blurted back, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety overtake him.

Her brow quirked. “Hi.”

His mouth opened to repeat the dreaded two letter word once more when he paused and thought better of it. He was a highly educated young male whose research spanned particle cosmology and studied the interplay between particle physics and cosmology during the early history of the Universe. Before the age of eighteen, Edward examined perturbative amplitudes in N=4 supersymmetric theories leading to a re-examination of the ultraviolet properties of multiloop N=8 supergravity using modern twistor theory. He was by all means—a genius.

And all he could could come up with in that moment was: hi?

No. That would just not do.

So Edward moved onto the next logical question that burned inside of his eidetic memory and mind of 187 IQ. Pushing his glasses up his nose, Edward said to the above average attractive individual in front of him, “Not to be rude, but… why are you in my house?”

…

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Geekward Drabble #1

Our babies will be smart AND beautiful! –Leonard Hofstadter

For the past three years it had always been known that the room across the hall from Edward Cullen was vacant, unoccupied, not in use—empty. Every morning when he would wake up to shower and get ready for another exciting day of theoretical physics at CalTech, he would shuffle past the closed door without much thought. It was almost as if it were merely part of the wall that lined the hallway.

But on this particular morning, as Edward slipped outside of his immaculate bedroom, the door he had nearly forgotten was in existence—was open. Not only that, but it was occupied by a woman—a gorgeous woman with dark hair cascading down her back like a stream of water down an alpine slope. She stood hands on hips while observing the interior of the wide expanse between the four walls of the room.

It was at this time that Edward—spine ramrod straight, auburn hair in a heinous disarray, and slanted glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of a nose that lead to an agape mouth—felt the beginning of a very familiar tingling inside his nostrils. Tingling lead to itching, itching to watery eyes and then finally a deep gasp, followed by a thunderous—“ACHOO!”

So you’re like one of those, beautiful mind, genius guys.—Penny

Bella Swan had been the epitome of apprehensive that morning as she boarded the city bus down to Crown City from The Valley. She’d been staying with her friend Angela Weber for quite some time after making the split decision to relocate from Forks, Washington to the Golden State of California. Bella’s one ambition in life was to become a bestselling author and in order to do so, she knew she had to join the ranks of Hollywood.

Or so she’d planned one drunken night via Skype with Angela and a bottle of Grey Goose after a horrible breakup with her longtime boyfriend, Jacob Black. The next day, hung over and regretful of the way she’d behaved the night before, Bella left her Dad’s house to her shared home with Jacob in hopes of reconciling. However, the busty brunette—aKa, Bella’s step-sister, Leah Clearwater—who stood stark naked cooking in her kitchen, set the course of Bella’s new and improved life.

But after three weeks bumming around on Angela’s couch, Bella knew it was time to move on and began apartment searching. Which lead her here, to this quaint little house in the suburbs of Pasadena where one of three rooms—Come check out da crib, $500/mo, 2 dudes, but we’re gentlemen!—was for rent. She’d been more than a little put off by the idea of sharing a house with two men, but after talking to an Emmett Cullen on the phone the day before—“Dude! I have a woman and she has me on a short leash, you’re safe. Plus my brother is asexual, I don’t think he’s ever even seen a girls vagine before, man. You’re cool, little B!”—she felt confident enough to at least check out the room.

Which so far, was perfect. It was spacious, had a wonderful view of the neighbors beautiful garden, and it’s own bathroom. All this for 500 bucks a month? Utilities included? Oh yes, Bella was on board one hundred percent. She gave the room one final look over before she was going to run back downstairs and beg Emmett to let her rent the room when suddenly—“ACHOO!”

Everything changed.

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