Hi y'all! Wow… we've managed to arrive to chapter 12. As always thanks to my kind reviewers this story would be nothing without them.
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And just to answer Maddogs' question, I started on the 24th of August school and I'm in 9th grade? Sorry I have no idea what my educational equivalent is to anywhere… lol.
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The Other Angle
Bob POV
Its family's like these that reminded me why I loved my job. The amount of whining, yelling, and just general drama they lived in rivalled Big Brother, and god did I know how messy stuff could get there. My daughter would be absolutely horrified once she saw what happened with those boots. After living fourteen years with the girl I had picked up a thing or two clothes-wise and even I knew Louis Vuitton was a no-no.
The good thing about this was at least I could learn how to increase my patience; my friend Larry hooked me up a job in Project Runway and God could those designers be divas. Well nothing could rival working at America's Next Top Model, filming beautiful women in bikinis hadn't been enough for the crew and I to get exasperated more than once when the lady's refused to leave there room because of a non-existent imperfection. At least the three girls in this house were truly perfect and didn't have to whine about that. But it was amazing to see everything else they could place a complaint; they had truly widened my horizons in the whole drama queen area. Of course, Irene did nothing to help, on the contrary sometimes when I rewound my footage I wondered if she deliberately instigated their behaviour.
But, alas, I was just the camera-man and even if I wanted to slap some sense into these people my job was to sit back and enjoy the heck of a show they were pulling off with a silent chuckle.
I checked my schedule again and saw it was time to interview everybody to see what their opinion was of the swap.
"Um… Alice?" I asked, knowing fully well she could hear me somehow. She quickly appeared next to me with her bright wide smile that reminded me of the middle of summer.
"Yes, Bob? Is it time for the interview?" She asked knowingly. Not bothering to even begin to comprehend how she knew I motioned for her to sit on the wide leather couch.
"Well up until know I've noticed Irene has poor parenting skills, that's if she has any." She said with a smile that really didn't match her words. "I really pity her children; she probably has them tied up in a harness doing chores day and night. Seriously, I mean the middle age has long gone, ask Carlisle! And do not even get me started on the Louis Vuitton's… that alone gives me all the right to hate her for the rest of her life." She said with a nod at the end and an endearing pout that played on her porcelain features and it was impossible not to agree with her. I was sure that if she wore that same expression to the President her face alone would be enough to convince him to pass a law that made her the official fashion consultant of the White House and any other governmental branches.
"Thanks." I said as she hopped off gracefully, joy basically exploding out of her. "I'll get Rose for you."
I nodded and she trotted off happily to some other part of the house. Her sister the indescribable Rose walked in some skinny jeans that seriously should be banned on her, and that wasn't even counting the red cleavage that left little if nothing to the imagination. The first time I saw her, the only thing I wanted to do was smack myself on the head and stare at her for the rest of the day. Her long wavy blonde hair now gently rested on her shoulders and her usual no-nonsense expression was replaced with a calm if not bored grimace.
She sat down in front of the camera staring at her nails in deep thought.
"I give my opinion on what I think about Irene until now, right?" She stated more than inquired. I nodded fully conscious her question was rhetorical.
I pressed play and eagerly awaited her words.
"She's a prude bitch from the middle ages, just ask Carlisle, she acts like she was educated with the values you'd be raised with if the Holy Inquisition where your next door neighbours." She sated matter-of-factly as if she where simply just saying an obviously boring thing. She got up and walked away, while I looked down on my list to see who was next.
"Jasper?" I called just as he appeared in front of me, his hands were behind his back and it seriously looked like he was doing a wild attempt to refrain himself from bowing and saying: "Yes, sir?"
"Could you please take a seat and tell me your opinion on the swap until this moment." I said surprised at the formality in my voice. There was something about this guy that just made me want to act like a soldier around him.
He nodded and quickly sat down.
"With all due respect to Ms. Johnson I believe her teaching methods resemble those to the Middle Ages, I'm sure Carlisle once had a conversation about this with me a long time ago. I'm not looking forward for rule change, I can see she's strict but I'll make sure it isn't anything I can't handle. There's still a rule to find I can't follow and Esme can second that." He commented with the ghost of a smile tugging at the end of his lips. A flash of emotions played in his golden eyes at the idea of a new challenge and his voice had changed into deep respect at the mention of his parents.
He elegantly stood up giving me small bow before walking away without another spoken word.
Who was next? Who was next? Ah… Emmett.
"Is it my turn yet? Is it my turn yet?" A booming voice asked coming from the kitchen. The gigantic boy came running from the kitchen, excitement dripping out of every pore of his face.
"Yo dog!" He yelled in delight. "Do I get to trash talk Irene yet?"
"Yes, it is your turn in fact." I stated calmly, wondering at the same time how he hadn't broken anything in his voyage from the kitchen to the living room. I flicked play on and his worriless grin grew wider with each passing second.
"Well that is one tough cookie! Somebody should check her birth certificate, maybe there's been a mistake and she's been walking on earth since the middle ages and not like… this century! Carlisle can explain with more detail, he knows so much about all that whacked up stuff even I wonder if he lived through it as well." He announced waving his hands in the air as to give more effect. "But hell… as long as she doesn't mess with my baby sister's shoes again all is well, because next time Bella won't be able to coax me out of anything!"
He got up patted me on the back a bit too strongly. Great… I knew tomorrow my shoulder blade would be black and purple.
At least four where done and there where only two to go. Carlisle and Irene got proper interviews tomorrow.
"Bella?"
"Yes." The brunette answered swiftly sitting down. I nodded waiting her to start. "Well, whilst she is defiantly not from the middle ages like all my brothers have said, her irrational behaviour towards those boots defiantly didn't help on the whole dark period theory, so much that I myself hold some doubt. Carlisle will probably laugh his head off when he listens to our time travelling theories." She said with a small laugh at the end.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Edward said from behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Sorry, Bob, I didn't mean to startle you." I nodded, trying to get my heartbeat back to normal. "I suppose it's my turn."
Bella stood up automatically just as Edward sat down. He waved his hair out of the way and I wondered why he hadn't tried out for a L'Oreal commercial yet. He frowned at me as if he'd just heard my thought. I shrugged it off and carried on filming.
"I completely agree with everything that Bella just said."
Kudos on originality…
I bet you didn't expect that POV coming, did yah? XD Sorry… too much coffee. If you've made it this far into the story I think it's only fair if you review, don't you think? Lol… blame it on the caffeine.