Disclaimer : None of the characters belong to me. Plot does. Quotes go out to everyone out there.
Warning : unedited, a bit longer than usual just because. Why not?
Dedicated to: TaraTolmney (you analyzed everything, i love you hi), iShipManyShip, TheBookWorm3, Laya(i reviewed your fic, i lalaluff you), CSwifty, Angela (for being a badass) and Bob Lopengo (for this cool ass name), Big thank you to everyone who answered the cuss thing! I read each and every one of them!
As usual, my authors note will be written below. Guys, thank you so much for the reviews. I had no idea that you would take the time. Some people actually wrote paragraphs and that- that fucking touched me in *points to liver* here.
To the guest who asked if it was for reviews, yes. Because 'reviews' are meant to help a writer. And about 24-28 of you helped out. it motivated me so much. I finished this chapter in a day LOL.
And by the way, I have no working experience so this was all based on research. I asked Kahnartis a few months ago what it was like to work on a hectic day and such. So this chapter, yupp...If any of you are working, DO review how a day goes by, what work you do, what problems you face.
And if you're a student... let us all share the same fears on what the hell we're going to be doing with our future and lemme read them in the review.
~Nightrxy
Previously on Chapter 8:
Jack hung up, focusing on the road in front of him. He was wrecking his brain, searching for something that might make her loosen up. That's when the radio started playing Whitney Houston. His guilty pleasure. What? You couldn't blame a guy for liking her voice.
'I wanna dance with somebody that loves me,'
That definitely clicked something.
"Elsa Winters, prepare to get swept off your feet."
"Ron!" Elsa yelled from her room, "Another stack ASAP!" The twenty-year old man looked back at her with a nervous smile and rushed to get another pile of work for Elsa to finish.
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Chapter 9
The Winter Corps office was simply hectic. She arrived on time, according to her. However, on hectic days like these, 'on-time' meant being in the office a lot earlier than 8am. She stepped out of the exclusive elevator and sighed at the sight of people running around with their work in one hand, and a coffee in the other. She knew it was going to be a crap day.
" !" A girl with jet black hair stuffed with ornaments approached her with her usual eccentric outfit filled with pop colors. "Yes, Venellope?" Elsa asked, panting. She was a total wreck, instead of her usual Gucci black pumps, she had on a pair of mismatched converse. Her platinum strands were all over the place and she was cradling a bunch of gadgets with her left hand.
"Here is your schedule for today," The woman said while laying the thick folder on a plant pot. Venellope Von Schweetz then skipped away to one of the cubicles and left Elsa to mend on her own.
"The hell?" Elsa cursed as she looked at the thick stack of paper placed on some random random pot, which earned her a few murmurs from her co-workers. She rushed to her office door only to slam into the glass doors.
"Damn office and their security codes!" Elsa mumbled while she entered the password and finally managed to get inside. She laid down all her stuff and went back outside to get her schedule she ditched at the pot. She really didn't want to take that piece of—
'I like big butts and I cannot lie'
'I like big butts and I cannot lie'
'I like big butts and I cannot lie'
Who in the world changed her ringtone? She would hunt them down and gently…kick them in places where the sun doesn't shine.
"What?" she asked through the phone, grumbling as she headed to take her schedule. She looked around the office to find that her schedule was missing. She groaned and stormed off to one of the rooms, pulling the door open.
"Hiccup Haddock," she said, trying to change her tone to make it look like she wasn't stressed and completely drained. The brown haired man looked up from his Macbook Pro and Elsa could see that he's been restless as well.
"What now, Elsa?" he groaned, typing another batch of reports and letters. Elsa glared at him, knowing he would laugh the moment she said she needed another schedule.
"I need another schedule…" she mumbled. Hiccup's eyes widened, nearly spitting out his morning frappe. He took a tissue to wipe off the remains on his face as he studied Elsa.
"Holy shit, are pigs flying?" he asked, looking at the sky. He would have never known that Elsa Winters would one day lose her schedule.
"No," she said back, "Just print out a damn schedule and I'll be off." Hiccup sighed in defeat and hacked into the system, printing out a piece of paper which was supposed to have Elsa's schedule on it. But what he saw, was almost near witchcraft.
"Dude," he said. Elsa retorted back, saying how she wasn't a dude, but instead a dudette. "You're not going to finish all this crap." Instantly, Elsa grabbed the paper from his hand and her eyes widened at how tightly packed her schedule was. "This is what happens when someone skips a day of work…" Hiccup trailed. Elsa stormed out of his office and raced to her own, not forgetting to insert the code.
"Okay Elsa," she said to herself, "It's time to work! Get your A-game on!"
She started by distributing the tasks to her co-workers, setting deadlines and explicit details on the requirements. Her next job was making phone calls to different clients and future investors, using her time wisely and trying the best to ignore the small talk. This was a business call, but she knew that she had to include some bullcrap in there. This was important to her and the company. After multiple phone calls that mostly ended with success, she decided it was time to go to lunch.
Haha, very funny.
The moment her butt left her leather chair, her baby blue telephone seated at the right corner of her messy desk started ringing. She cursed some unladylike words before picking it up.
"Sorry to disturb m'am," the voice started, "But how do you…" Elsa mentally slapped herself and sat back on her chair and explained the process as she guided one of her fellow workers.
"Okay," she said. "We're done-"
Then the phone rang. Elsa threw up her hands in defeat and picked it up again, trying her best to cover up the fact she was pissed. And hungry. "Oh, the main problem would be…"
This cycle continued for about an hour and thirty minutes when Elsa finally lost it.
"Crap," she cursed as she picked up the phone which she swear would break under her strong grasp. "What now?!" she barked. The voice from the phone shuddered, as he apologized and hung up.
Elsa face-palmed at her behavior and reached for her wallet. "Lunch!" she squealed, not knowing it was far pass lunch. She reached the door handle and managed to get out of her office, strolling down the path she had taken this morning with a satisfied smile.
A satisfied smile that didn't last.
"Elsa!" a squeaky voice said. Elsa's eyes twitched at the mention of her name, feeling exhausted and near her breaking point.
"Could you check on these?" Venellope asked, handing her a couple of folders.
"Y-yeah sure…" she replied, trying to shake her off. "Thank you sosososo much! I've tried to check them on my own, but this is a huge deal and it needs to be perfect!" she said, dropping the file on Elsa's hands. Elsa stood there, wide eyed. Why was there always something that needed to be fixed!?
By seven o'clock, the office was almost deserted, leaving Elsa and a couple of people who had extra work to do. On her desk was a stack of complete and finished work, and a group of folder she was done organizing. She glanced at her trash bin which was filled with lattes that she barked at Ron to buy.
That's when the lights dimmed. The whole floor was dark and there were people cursing when their file was unfortunately, not saved. Suddenly, the lights switched back on, but they weren't the usual white. They were colorful, a shade of blue, a vibrant green and calm yellow.
"What the fuck?" Elsa said, either in annoyance or in awe. A familiar shadow then grabbed her from behind and swooped her up in bridal style, her screams muffled by a warm hand.
"Shh," he whispered huskily into her ear before running out her office and into the elevator. By the bright lights of the elevator, Elsa nearly punched the guy in the face.
"Jackson Overland," she said, gritting her teeth. "I will murder you in a second if you don't let me down this instant."
"You know I love it when you're pissed and all since you get so…" he replied, "hot."
That did it. Elsa tried pushing and scrambling out of his grasp but that just ended up in her being in an awkward position. Jack touched her knee and gently fixed her legs so that she was back in his arms in bridal style.
"You really shouldn't open your legs for anyone else," he teased, which made Elsa blush beat red. Jack covered her eyes as soon as they reached the parking lot, making sure she was asleep the moment they reached his red Lexus LF-LC.
"Wow," Elsa mumbled. "This is insane." Jack laughed at her reaction and lead the way to a path which was made guarded by vintage junk, lit by yellow lights. There were las vegas signs lit up with their classic neon best part? They had it all to themselves.
"Jackson Overland did you seriously just bring me out of my office to a damn junkyard?" Elsa asked, raising her brow. He chuckled before taking her hand, making her adjust her speed to him.
"Elsa, catch up!" he teased, jogging backwards while facing her. She tried running after him but stopped once they reached the center of the Las Vegas styled junkyard.
Right in front of them, was a teacup ride. A set of six teacups distributed on a disc plate decorated with vintage fonts and writing. The ride was illuminated by a range of colored lights, making it look like more of a fantasy than a junkyard, similar to the Mad Tea Party ride at Disneyland. The walls behind it were covered in graffiti, but instead of the fowl words or random drawings, they were actual art.
"You're not serious," Elsa said to Jack, which he replied with a smirk. He was standing in the middle of the non-moving platform, and pulled her towards him.
"Try me," he said, twirling her. Elsa moved forward and Jack put her hands on his neck, while he laid his arms on her waist.
"Jack, I suck at dancing," she whispered as Jack started to move to a non-existent beat.
"Just shut up and dance with me, Winters." Elsa took this as a challenge and started to sway her hips as he twirled her. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck Elsa giggled and thanked the heavens she wasn't wearing her heels tonight.
Meanwhile...
Unknown to both of them, there was a control booth. A snoring man suddenly jolted up from his deep slumber, his gray hair and beard was pretty messy. He looked at the young couple and grinned.
"Oh young love," he muttered, before laughing at the poor guy who was trying his best. He pressed a green button which made the whole ride start spinning at a slow speed and laughed when the young man with frost hair held the girl from falling over.
"Maybe some lights?" He then flicked a switch and the retro-looking teacups were now lit up with their pop colors.
"I think they need a little bit of…music!" he said, pressing his phone which was connected to the large speakers.
Jackson Overland (P.O.V)
The ride was playing out of no where, which kinda freaked me out. You know what else freaked me out? How Elsa could dance with the music. It was a familiar song, Footloose. A classic song, which drove me mad when Elsa moved her hands up in the air to match the beat. I popped my upper body to her on 'Footloose!' and she moved her body backwards as well, we shook our bodies back to place and a smile was plastered across her face.
"You're playing so cool," I sung, "Obeying every rule." She giggled. "Dig way down in your heart," she started, "You're digging for someone to tell you…"
"That life ain't passing you by!" We sung together.
"I'm trying to tell you," I said, "It will if you don't even try." She swung her head back and fourth before singing, "You can fly if you'd only only cut lose!"
I laughed. "Footlose, kick off your sunday shoes!" I mimicked the song and kicked off my shoes, she did the same with her mismatched purple and blue converse. She then untied her hair from her bun and let it flow, looking fucking amazing.
Our laughs and singing continued until the song ended, we were both extremely tired from the classic dance number and were sweating like crazy. Her cheeks were now tinted with a dash of rose pink, her eyes which were previously dull now lighting up like a sky full of stars. Did I mention how hot she looked when she was sweating? Turn on.
"Let's go grab a drink," I said. She looked up and took my hand. We both left the junkyard and I couldn't help but smirk back at the guy who was at the booth. Dude probably was the one who made it possible for that incident. He smiled back, flashing me his golden tooth.
We were now on the road, casually walking with me and my disguise in order to avoid any violent fangirl occurrence. Along the street were different diners and exclusive shops, all decorated and suited to the retro vibe.
"Hey, why the hell do you work so hard?" I asked her out of the blue. She stared at me as if that was one of the craziest things she's ever heard
"That's like asking me why humans can breathe," she started, "I work hard because…If I work hard enough, I'll be able to do special things."
"Like?"
"Be more than just 'Elsa Winters'."
"What if being Elsa Winters is enough?" I said slowly. She laughed at me.
"Nothing will ever be 'enough' Jack," she replied. "There will always be someone better than you, something greater, faster, cooler. It's why people have to keep on changing, adapting."
"What ever happened to 'just be yourself'?" he asked. Elsa shook her head. "Being yourself is a must, but in order to fit in to the rules of society and adapting, you eventually need to change yourself." I stopped write in my tracks.
"No." I stated. "You can change yourself to adapt, but you should keep your morals the same." I said unconfidently, scratching my head. She patted my hair, which made me blush. Was it weird to make a guy blush?
"And what might those morals be?" she questioned, her hands behind her back, probably stretching or something. I thought pretty hard, things like perfection and insecurity crossed my mind but that was a tad too touchy-touchy if you get what I mean. Being in the entertainment industry, we need to have a strong mental preparation, we couldn't just expect fame to directly come running to our doors. We need strong morals, each star does. Without those morals, they would be pushed to becoming things they're not, going to paths they wouldn't take, just for their shot at fame.
"That it's impossible to please everyone," I said. She snorted at this. "But pissing someone off is as fun as hell." She agreed and gave me a high five, before I returned her question, "What are your morals?" She felt pretty insecure about it, I'm not used to this. She was my Elsa. My confident Elsa who shouldn't give a damn about what others thought about her.
"I think that it's possible to be perfect," she mumbled, "but I know it's not."
"Perfection?" I asked. She nodded before letting out a sigh, "In this world Jack-" she said, making gestures. "Perfection is an illusion." I raised a brow, not really understanding what she meant. You gotta understand me, where I work, we're not forced to be perfect, we were drilled from day one that we had to. Sooner or later, most of us would lose the qualities that made us…human. All in order to reach the unreachable state of perfection.
"Obviously," she responded, "mediocre people would want to be perfect, seek and have forever lust for perfection, but they forget one thing." She stared at me right in the eye, her gaze burning a hole through my chest.
"What is the meaning of perfection." I whispered. She smiled before continuing, "Nothing gets higher than perfection, there won't be any room for creation or creativity."
"And no room for wisdom or talent either." I said. She let out a contented breath, but I could somehow feel something wasn't quite right. From the moment we started talking about morals, her body looked like it was getting more and more tired, either from the dancing or her strong thoughts.
"Jack," she whispered in a hoarse voice, "I'm feeling a bit—"
Before I could understand what she meant, I had caught her right before a single strand touched the ground.
"Fuck. Elsa." I groaned.
xx, loves.
The words were actually flowing out of her brain right now. It seemed as if she actually knew what the hell she was typing, and she wanted this chapter to have a message. To send a message vital for the plot. Her fingers typed dangerously fast on her keyboard, accidentally popping out the 'Y' key that was already loose. Michelle for one, had a grin on her face, something that hasn't been there for the past few updates.
"Holy shitballs," she squealed when a brilliant idea popped through her head. If any of you didn't notice, this chapter had details that weren't present in recent chapters. Michelle tapped her pencil on her head, humming the beat of a classic song by Wham, Wake me up before you go-go. She loved music, who doesn't?
"This is going to be one hell of a chapter," she mumbled. She wasn't lying. This chapter took up time and research, and who the hell would have thought that 'footlose' would fit their situation so much?
"Step up: All in." she said with a devious smirk.
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As she finished the ninth chapter, she realized something was missing. The actual message. If nobody caught up to what the hell she was writing the whole chapter...it had one purpose. That working hard is a must, and the belief of perfectionism. She loved the last parts of the chapter.
"I just personally think it's something we all should know," she said with a grin.
'If anyone wants to know why I'm so obsessed with writing about being ok with insecurities, write it in the comments' she typed, 'And, a huge surprise next chapter I'd like to share to the whole Jelsa fandom!'
Replies to chapter 8 reviewers.
To:Opopocandy
I LOVE THE IDEA OF THE SONG TO THE RABBIT OK.
To:Reddawnfox
I kinda needed to build it up, y'know. (: Hope this chapter worked up.
To:RaspberryCheeseCake
DID JACK BRING HIS A GAME!?
To:Julissa
i need to hug you like right now-
To:Guest
Jack is attracted to Elsa. What about her?
To:iShipManyShip
Was this too much swear, sigh-
To:1BookWorm
I tots need to talk to you more!
To:PamElric
DANCE AYE
To:HaveYouSeenThisOtaku
Koniiichiwaaa~ This is my first time actually posting a fanfic. I'd expect it to be somewhere in the Fairy Tail fandom but...follow the wind. LOL. The rabbit isn't alive anymore. I know. Tragic. *dramatic pose*
THOSE WHO ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS. DRUM DRUM DRUM-
To: Guest, , Krisedge, Guest(2), Reddawnfox, Guest, Pipergrace398, WiredJelsaFan, RandomPerson, Glee131313, SociallyAwkwardOutcast, DanielleMcElsa, Guesthuu, Percabethaura4ever, TheBookWorm3 and literally everyone who reviewed.
*flips the cuss switch on*
Yes I do swear.
Yes, I do want to make the story a lot hella realistic.
I want people to be able to 'connect' with Elsa or Jack.
It's a tough world, and I'll try my best to not be sugar-coating anything in the fic.
Nightrxy
[ March 25 , 2015 ; 8 : 39 pm ]