Ever see those signs that the zoo puts up that say, "Do not tease the
monkeys"? Well, they're there for a reason.
The famous writer's POV
About a year later.
"We really don't have to go, Edward," Bella was telling me as I wrestled with
the…freaking bow tie for the tenth time in about as many minutes.
"Oh," I pished at her. "We're goin'. I promised you a night out away from work
and a night out is what you're gonna get."
She giggled and batted at me, playfully but then leaned up and kissed my
softly before fixing my tie and going back to fluffing her hair and fixing her
make-up.
We hadn't really had a "day off", so to speak, since shortly after the first few
episodes of our first show together.
Hopefully, you caught my spiffy little hint there.
Yeah, totally bombed after James left quietly due to my…gift the night Bella
had come back to me.
We hadn't seen James since.
Not that I was complaining but I felt bad for the station.
Carlisle didn't hold it against me, though, mainly because the next show I
created for him became number one within the month of the pilot and it's still
there, raking in the dough.
I stepped down from being a Show Runner.
No offense to those people but I really like the creative writing part of being a
writer as opposed to the, telling others what to do, sticking to budgets and
never really getting to write parts.
Plus, I get things called royalties and stuff like that for creating a pop culture
hit.
Insert smiling all the way to the bank face here.
People from all sorts of age brackets seem to be following the characters, too.
It's like an obsession on some web sites.
Crazy, scary, people sleep outside our building kind of obsessions.
I can't blame them, she's flawless at what she does.
See, Bella plays a librarian by day, female Indiana Jones by night and
weekends. It's all kinds of everything. Sarcastic, funny, frightening,
suspenseful and completely hilarious in some spots.
'Cause you know, I can't leave out the funny.
She's also a lesbian.
Mostly due to the fact that I can handle her kissing another woman more than
I can handle her kissing another dude.
Mike Newton in particular…who wished Bella luck on his last day, telling her
he thought a show about a thespian would flop but that it was her career, so
good luck.
Idiot.
Oh, he's doing fine, don't worry about him, too much.
I hear he's on one of those TV personality reality shows and loving it.
I won my first award at the Prime Time Emmy's for best newcomer and even
though normally, I would have avoided that type of attention like the plague,
having Bella there made it one of the most enjoyable evenings of my entire
existence.
We use the award as a paper weight.
Emmett and I still live together but he's working his way up in the technical
arena and I'm pretty sure that he's gonna be moving out and getting his own
place with Rose, soon, which is probably a good thing considering he's seen
parts of Bella that I'm not a hundred percent comfortable with him seeing and
visa versa.
I had to act like I wasn't having a self deprecating kinda conversation with
myself when we walked in on Rose giving him a blow job one night and heard
the surprised yet fascinated gasp escape Bella.
The guy is a freaking mammoth.
In a lot more ways than one.
I did, however, get a whole lotta lovin' and attention that night to make up for
Bella's moment of weakness toward hugely hung roommates.
And she wore that sexy outfit she wears on the show for me while doling out
that attention, too.
Not for long, though.
Anyway, back to the night at hand.
I was taking my girl out and we were doing it right.
Phantom of the Opera was probably my first ever Broadway show and I loved
it.
There were still so many things about New York that I needed to experience
but this was one I planned on experiencing a whole heck of a lot more with
Bella.
When she was watching the stage, I was usually watching her.
She went through so many emotions while enjoying the story that I couldn't
help but be swept up in the same emotions sitting next to her.
Plus, she was fucking gorgeous.
And mine.
And I was just about the luckiest bastard in all creation for stumbling into her
that first night at WESME.
That's why, when the show was over and I took her over to the Vudu Lounge,
where Jasper had set things up for me, just right…I was planning on
proposing.
Because who knew just exactly when she'd figure out that I was just some
bozo and call it quits?
Right?
However, my plans took a detour when we walked in and saw who'd been
working there for who knows how long.
Even with half of his face covered, he still looked like a dick.
James.
"Did you?" she started to ask me.
"Not a clue," I told her and wondered why Jasper'd never mentioned that he'd
hired James to work his character position…or when he'd even started.
Maybe he was saving it as a surprise.
That was something Jasper would do.
It was funny, ha ha, to me that James would have found himself in that
desperate of a situation that he had to come make some money doing…Show
tunes.
I didn't hide my giddiness and we found ourselves a seat after deciding to
stay.
I figured I could pop the question another time.
A time when we weren't so poisoned with the venom company of an asshole.
When he arrived at our table and the shock wore off of his face, seeing us
sitting there for him to wait on, he asked if there was anything he could do for
us in his best Phantom voice.
Ammateur.
"Needs a little work," I suggested through obviously fake coughs and he rolled
his eyes at me as he held a pen to his pad of paper, waiting for our order.
"Oh I think there's something you could probably do," Bella told him with an
evil smirk on her face.
I turned to see the mischievousness playing at her lips and then I caught on to
just exactly what she was planning.
And I was in.
I was so...IN.
"Would you like to do the honors?" she asked me and I smiled, then turned to
our not so famous friend anymore, lowering my menu and said, "Sing,
monkey."
monkeys"? Well, they're there for a reason.
The famous writer's POV
About a year later.
"We really don't have to go, Edward," Bella was telling me as I wrestled with
the…freaking bow tie for the tenth time in about as many minutes.
"Oh," I pished at her. "We're goin'. I promised you a night out away from work
and a night out is what you're gonna get."
She giggled and batted at me, playfully but then leaned up and kissed my
softly before fixing my tie and going back to fluffing her hair and fixing her
make-up.
We hadn't really had a "day off", so to speak, since shortly after the first few
episodes of our first show together.
Hopefully, you caught my spiffy little hint there.
Yeah, totally bombed after James left quietly due to my…gift the night Bella
had come back to me.
We hadn't seen James since.
Not that I was complaining but I felt bad for the station.
Carlisle didn't hold it against me, though, mainly because the next show I
created for him became number one within the month of the pilot and it's still
there, raking in the dough.
I stepped down from being a Show Runner.
No offense to those people but I really like the creative writing part of being a
writer as opposed to the, telling others what to do, sticking to budgets and
never really getting to write parts.
Plus, I get things called royalties and stuff like that for creating a pop culture
hit.
Insert smiling all the way to the bank face here.
People from all sorts of age brackets seem to be following the characters, too.
It's like an obsession on some web sites.
Crazy, scary, people sleep outside our building kind of obsessions.
I can't blame them, she's flawless at what she does.
See, Bella plays a librarian by day, female Indiana Jones by night and
weekends. It's all kinds of everything. Sarcastic, funny, frightening,
suspenseful and completely hilarious in some spots.
'Cause you know, I can't leave out the funny.
She's also a lesbian.
Mostly due to the fact that I can handle her kissing another woman more than
I can handle her kissing another dude.
Mike Newton in particular…who wished Bella luck on his last day, telling her
he thought a show about a thespian would flop but that it was her career, so
good luck.
Idiot.
Oh, he's doing fine, don't worry about him, too much.
I hear he's on one of those TV personality reality shows and loving it.
I won my first award at the Prime Time Emmy's for best newcomer and even
though normally, I would have avoided that type of attention like the plague,
having Bella there made it one of the most enjoyable evenings of my entire
existence.
We use the award as a paper weight.
Emmett and I still live together but he's working his way up in the technical
arena and I'm pretty sure that he's gonna be moving out and getting his own
place with Rose, soon, which is probably a good thing considering he's seen
parts of Bella that I'm not a hundred percent comfortable with him seeing and
visa versa.
I had to act like I wasn't having a self deprecating kinda conversation with
myself when we walked in on Rose giving him a blow job one night and heard
the surprised yet fascinated gasp escape Bella.
The guy is a freaking mammoth.
In a lot more ways than one.
I did, however, get a whole lotta lovin' and attention that night to make up for
Bella's moment of weakness toward hugely hung roommates.
And she wore that sexy outfit she wears on the show for me while doling out
that attention, too.
Not for long, though.
Anyway, back to the night at hand.
I was taking my girl out and we were doing it right.
Phantom of the Opera was probably my first ever Broadway show and I loved
it.
There were still so many things about New York that I needed to experience
but this was one I planned on experiencing a whole heck of a lot more with
Bella.
When she was watching the stage, I was usually watching her.
She went through so many emotions while enjoying the story that I couldn't
help but be swept up in the same emotions sitting next to her.
Plus, she was fucking gorgeous.
And mine.
And I was just about the luckiest bastard in all creation for stumbling into her
that first night at WESME.
That's why, when the show was over and I took her over to the Vudu Lounge,
where Jasper had set things up for me, just right…I was planning on
proposing.
Because who knew just exactly when she'd figure out that I was just some
bozo and call it quits?
Right?
However, my plans took a detour when we walked in and saw who'd been
working there for who knows how long.
Even with half of his face covered, he still looked like a dick.
James.
"Did you?" she started to ask me.
"Not a clue," I told her and wondered why Jasper'd never mentioned that he'd
hired James to work his character position…or when he'd even started.
Maybe he was saving it as a surprise.
That was something Jasper would do.
It was funny, ha ha, to me that James would have found himself in that
desperate of a situation that he had to come make some money doing…Show
tunes.
I didn't hide my giddiness and we found ourselves a seat after deciding to
stay.
I figured I could pop the question another time.
A time when we weren't so poisoned with the venom company of an asshole.
When he arrived at our table and the shock wore off of his face, seeing us
sitting there for him to wait on, he asked if there was anything he could do for
us in his best Phantom voice.
Ammateur.
"Needs a little work," I suggested through obviously fake coughs and he rolled
his eyes at me as he held a pen to his pad of paper, waiting for our order.
"Oh I think there's something you could probably do," Bella told him with an
evil smirk on her face.
I turned to see the mischievousness playing at her lips and then I caught on to
just exactly what she was planning.
And I was in.
I was so...IN.
"Would you like to do the honors?" she asked me and I smiled, then turned to
our not so famous friend anymore, lowering my menu and said, "Sing,
monkey."
