a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.

Word Prompt: Apple

A single word meant to inspire immediate thought. Write what your imagination dictates.


Blinking circles everywhere. I've never been more annoyed with a piece of machinery. How hard was it for Lauren to get the copy guy out here to fix this piece of shit? I fumbled with a few trap doors and rotated a few knobs. The screen kept telling me there was a paper jam in every possible corner of this copier.

"Ha!" I said as I yanked out a piece of paper located in trap door number 32. Glancing back at the screen, the trap doors were now blinking, instructing me to close them. This had to be it. I didn't have it in me to keep fighting this battle. I was seconds away from giving it a swift kick and taking my work to another office to be copied. A little flirting certainly helps when you're not best friends with your office copy machine.

Blinking circles.

"Uuuuuggh!" I was losing this battle.

She breezed in so quickly and started pulling the hunk of junk away from the wall. This had to be heavy. I wanted to help her but she was intimidating me with her petite swiftness as she manhandled the paper eater. Peering over the top, I saw her fiddling with trap door number 749. The groaning would have been sexy if it was coming from her but it was the evil, time consumer emoting as she made it her mission to free the paper.

No slamming from her. She calmly pulled out of her hunched battle pose and shut the trap door with a minimal clicking sound. She was unflappable. The screen glowed with a smile. Maybe not exactly a smile. More like glowed with function buttons waiting to be tapped and programmed. I glowed with a smile. I looked for my copier queen to bow at her feet but she was already retreating. With a quick, sweet smile and a little chuckle she spoke.

"At ease, soldier."


"Your total is $6.35," she said with a toothy grin. Her flirtations were cute and distracting since the downstairs cafe was a leader in crimes against under caffeinated office workers. They probably hired Jessica for that reason alone. She didn't strike me as the brightest bulb but she was nice and made the depleting of your funds tolerable.

I returned her grin with a more controlled smile. Polite. Didn't want her to take a mile. I had my wallet ready but didn't see my check card in the right slot. Before I could even wonder where it could be, I saw it sitting next to my keyboard – at home.

"Six thirty-"

"I heard you. I don't have my check card."

"We take cash too," she said with the same grin plastered on her face. Bulb. Dim. I shouldn't be so hard on her since my bulb isn't all that bright right now either.

"Yes, I know that but I only have $5." I let that linger for a second and turned my polite smile into a crooked grin. She just blinked at me. Bluntness will have to be the order of the day even though I got the impression Jessica wasn't going to be amused as her grin faded away and I was met with hard stare.

Clearing my throat and holding out the money, "Can I give you the $5 and run upstairs with the order? I'll come back down with the rest."

"I can't let you do that. You can leave the order here and come back when you have the money." Hard stare.

Now I knew the real reason they hired her. "I'm not going to disappear on you. It will only take a moment and I don't want anything to get cold."

"I'm sorry but-"

"Here's $2, Jess. Keep the change." Sweet smile looking up at me and laughter in her eyes. My copy queen was my coffee queen today.

"Thank you!" Toothy grin back on as Jessica took my queen's money and snatched the $5 from my raised hand.

"I'll pay you back." My queen, I wanted to add.

"Don't worry about it but I know you will, soldier."


The first person to ever utter the words "thank God it's Friday" was a genius. The weekend couldn't be welcomed enough. I let this place wear me down to a pulp by Friday but my queen always left me with a lasting impression. At least until I could see her sweet smile again on Monday when she won whatever battle I was fighting at the moment. I was trying to avoid battles today. I needed to make better impressions with my queen so she would one day consider me a noble suitor. I also needed to make sure I didn't use these metaphorical terms out loud.

There was only 10 more minutes on the clock and Mr. Cullen was already gone for the day. I had all his files lined up on my desk ready for reporting on Monday. His office was spotless, awaiting the clutter of the upcoming week. Friday is my stress reliever. I know its all over – for now. I practically glide around the office. Zen in motion. If only Monday through Thursday would cooperate. I grabbed my time card and floated down the hall to clock out.

Sweet smile.

I gave her one back. I only trusted myself with small talk though. "Ready for the weekend?"

"Who isn't?" she said with those sparkling eyes staring straight through to my heart.

I looked away quickly and moved forward to punch out after her. "I hear ya," I said as she left the tiny room. I really needed to work on my verbal skills over the weekend when speaking to ones personal royalty. I also needed to figure out why the time clock wasn't stamping my card. I tried sliding the card in slowly to catch the sensor but it wasn't working. I tried sliding the card in quickly like normal but it wasn't working.

"God," I sighed to myself.

I sensed her by the door before she came back inside the closet-sized room and took the time card from me. I didn't even pay attention to what my time card queen was doing to fix this problem. I just watched her. She wanted to laugh. I could see it in the tightening of her mouth. I hoped she would laugh. She turned to me then as I stared straight through to her heart.

"You're free to go, soldier." We both laughed. She started back down the hall towards her cubicle.

"Hey, Bella, when you gonna stop rescuing me?"

"I don't know, Edward. Whenever you stop needing to be rescued, I guess." She moved in the opposite direction and took her sweet smile with her.

"Never," I whispered.