Yang wasn't bothered by it.

No way.

She wasn't the least bit bothered by Blake's new boyfriend, Sun. She could absolutely tolerate him taking her out on dates all the time, going to nice dinners or having picnics in the park. She didn't care about how much they made out outside the apartment building before saying goodbye. She couldn't care less about the way he looked at Blake. Like-

Like that. Like she was... amazing. Like she was smart and funny and beautiful and fantastic.

She knew that look. She hated that look.

She sighed quietly in frustration as the door shut behind the pair, leaving to catch a movie.

It would be absolutely stupid of her to be bothered by this. So no, Yang Xiao Long was not bothered by it.

"What's bothering you, sis?"

Damn it.

She left her Vault Dwellers to gather their resources as she glared at her younger sister, who had apparently decided to come out of her swamp dwelling and take a break outside. Ruby paused from her texting to give a look at Yang from her position dangling upside down from the edge of the couch.

Yang wished her sister wasn't such a supergenius sometimes. It would make her life a whole lot easier.

"Come on, something's bothering you," Ruby pointed at her. "And don't lie, I'll know."

Yang forcefully thumbed her phone to collect bottle caps. She mulled over it. What was bothering her? Blake was her own woman, and she was absolutely free to date whomever she pleased. And, if she was being honest, Sun was a pretty great guy. He perfectly complemented Blake's quiet nature by being a bit louder and more animated. He clearly cared a lot about Blake. He was sort of a perfect fit. So why was Yang so bothered by it?

Yang shook her head, locking her phone and shoving it into her pocket as she got up, collected her keys, wallet and helmet. Ruby was left pouting as Yang exited the loft.

"I'm going for a drive, be back soon!" she called out as the door slammed shut.

Ruby hummed quietly, intrigued by her sister's state of being. Drives were to clear your head. What did Yang's head need clearing of? Ruby decided, after a while, that this mystery was best left to after finals was over. For now she had to solve the mystery of how she would pass the semester. Ruby focused her attention on her phone again. That mystery would be solved after a few more cat videos, naturally.

Jaune's life was pleasant, except for when he thought too hard about it, then he'd come to the realization that it wasn't really. He could make a list of reasons why he sucked and why he was a sucky butt sucker, but his mom had always told him that people loved confidence. And confidence was the persona he would at least try to show to people He figured he could fake it, if nothing else. So it went that Jaune was a clumsy intern at a modeling agency.

Clumsy, insecure Jaune surrounded by lots of beautiful people wasn't exactly what one would call a recipe for success. It was more a recipe for poisoned muffins or something.

So Jaune would get coffee for people, doing his best not to spill anything, copy documents and basically do everything an intern did. It wasn't the best line of work, but Jaune figured he could pay his dues first.

So, ignoring all the burgeoning thoughts in his mind, his penchant for tripping and dropping things, and the shadow of his siblings that he lived in, Jaune's life was okay. If nothing else, he had a routine. Of course, Pyrrha Nikos came in and destroyed everything he had.

World famous athlete and model, Pyrrha Nikos. The one who seemed so much larger than life, even as she was posing for the camera in front of his very eyes. Her red, red hair and her eyes green and piercing.

It was all because Jaune had gotten her coffee. Like he was supposed to. He put the coffee on the table in her dressing room as she was in front of the mirror, and he mentally congratulated himself for not fucking anything up and making a fool out of himself in front of yet another beautiful woman.

Pyrrha had thanked him politely, as Pyrrha did. Jaune smiled and bowed his head, intending to smoothly slink out to run more errands, when he saw Pyrrha pull out a little cardboard box. Then he paused, and the gears in his mind whirred a bit before it clicked.

He gasped. Pyrrha startled and turned to face him, looking guilty as ever. She hadn't noticed that he was still in the room! And now he'd seen her eat a box of-

"Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes! I love that cereal! I didn't know that that was you on the box!" he walked over, taking the box from Pyrrha's hand.

"You... didn't?" she asked, terribly confused.

"No way!" he looked from the box to Pyrrha. "Though I guess that should have been sort of obvious..."

Suddenly Jaune realized he was (again) making a fool of himself in front of a beautiful woman. So much for that flawless coffee run. He smiled sheepishly, putting the little box back on her dressing table. Pyrrha quirked a brow at him.

"Sorry! I'll just," Jaune started backpedaling. "I'll just go. Now. Sorry."

"Wait!" Pyrrha called out as he tripped over a suitcase, falling flat on his bottom. Pyrrha cringed a little, even as Jaune let out a meek 'I'm fine!'.

Pyrrha walked over in two quick steps, helping Jaune up on his feet. The blonde was momentarily disoriented as he stood upright. Then he started blushing bright red.

"Are you alright?" Pyrrha asked, dusting his shoulders off. Jaune gulped and nodded forcefully.

"Look, if you could not tell anybody about the...?" she cocked her head off to the dressing table where the sinful little box of sugary cereal was. "People, certain people are... very particular about that sort of thing."

Jaune nodded, looking confused still. Pyrrha smiled.

"Thank you-" Pyrrha stopped as she realized he hadn't caught his name.

"Jaune," he forced out. "I'm Jaune Arc."

"It's very nice to meet you Jaune."

After that, Pyrrha had started greeting him and talking to him during her shoots, whenever she had a spare moment. It made a number of males working there a certain degree of jealous that clumsy, wimpy little Jaune Arc had caught the attention of world famous beauty Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune's routine was thoroughly smashed. Every 'hello' was another hammer into the fragile walls of his life. Her giving him her number was a giant wrecking ball. Pyrrha Nikos had well and truly messed his life up.

Jaune didn't mind too much.

It was late into the evening when Neptune got home. He unlocked his apartment door and swung it open, tossing his keys into a bowl and taking off his shoes as he yawned. It had been a long shoot, and he would have to do another one tomorrow. Being a model was not as glamourous as he thought. Well. It was still pretty cool.

He yawned again, rounding the corner into the living room with Blake and Sun on the couch furiously making out, heading into the kitchen to-

Wait.

His sleep deprived brain slowly put together the pieces and he turned around to face the two figures on top of each other on his couch. He rubbed his eyes. And again.

Then Neptune screamed.

Later, he would deny it being as girly as described. But it was. It was super girly.

Blake and Sun whipped their heads around to look at Neptune, just as surprised as he was.

"Neptune, when did you get home?" Sun asked, pulling his shirt back down as Blake got off of him and sat as far away on the couch, absolutely mortified. She looked anywhere but the two roommates, buttoning her shirt back up and smoothing the wrinkles in them.

"What are you two doing on my- aah!" he squeezed his eyes shut and put both hands on his head. "Ah!"

He put his hands out placatingly, breathing in deep. Be cool, Vasilias.

"I'm sorry. You guys just startled me. I'll just..." he left the sentence hanging as he headed into his room, shutting the door behind him.

Sun looked at Blake sheepishly. She was still blushing bright red.

"Hey. I'm sorry about that," Sun scooted over closer to her. "I should have realized how late it was and Neptune-"

"It's okay," Blake interrupted. "I should go home."

She started gathering her things as Sun sighed.

"I guess that did sort of kill the mood didn't it."

Blake smiled dryly. "Yes."

Sun shook his head, then got up to help Blake gather her purse and loose items of clothings. He slipped her jacket on her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek. Blake blushed again.

"Is Neptune... is he going to be okay?"

Sun waved a hand dismissively. "He'll be cool about it. He knows how much I like you."

Blake couldn't have surpressed her smile if she tried. Sun really was sweet.

"Come on, I'll drive you home," Sun said, grabbing his keys from the bowl.

Two weeks of Sun Wukong, and he amazed Blake more and more each day.

Life was pretty good.

If anybody knew who she was at the gym, they were certainly discreet about it. Pyrrha stretched and flexed as she waited for Jaune's arrival. She had promised to help him work out after he'd reveal his insecurities to her about his fitness.

Jaune was sweet, funny and charming in his own way. Most of all, he was one of those rare few people who saw her as a person, and not some sort of icon, to be talked about and not talked to. Pyrrha had taken a shine to him the minute she met him, tripping over himself in the dressing room. She looked up from doing leg stretches as she sensed somebody standing over her, expecting it to be Jaune.

It was Yang. She couldn't help her small pang of disappointment.

"Heya, Pyrrha," Yang greeted, leaning on a weight machine.

"Hello Yang, what brings you here today?" Pyrrha knew Yang from college, before she had become some sort of world famous superstar. She sighed internally.

"I- uh. I needed to clear my head," Yang ran a hand through her large silky locks. "Actually, you're the perfect person to talk to right now, if you don't mind."

Pyrrha smiled brightly. "I'm waiting for my friend right now, but seeing as he isn't here yet..." she left the sentence hanging, prompting Yang to elaborate.

Yang started telling her about Blake and Sun, and how she was feeling about it. It was a rare moment of her completely being open and honest. The last time she did this, it was to Blake about a huge issue in her life, her mother. And now she was being open and honest to Pyrrha about Blake, which she figured made Blake a huge issue in Yang's life.

Pyrrha nodded sagely. Out of anybody she knew, Pyrrha was probably the most experienced person, just in terms of life. If anybody had words of wisdom to give, it would be Pyrrha Nikos. Usually Yang might talk to Blake or Ruby about something bothering her, but she knew Ruby would be at a loss, never having had a relationship before, and Blake... well. She couldn't.

"Your feelings are conflicted," Pyrrha was stood upright now, slightly taller than Yang. "You don't know what to feel and why because you don't know what you want. So, find out what it is that you want, and you'll figure out how to feel."

Pyrrha laid a hand on Yang's shoulder. "It's okay to feel however you want to feel. Love can't be justified or reasoned with using logic."

Yang paused.

Love?

What was that supposed to mean?

At that moment, Jaune appeared behind the pair. Pyrrha took notice first, Yang still deep in thought.

"Yang, this is my friend, Jaune," Pyrrha nudged the blonde. Yang shook out of her reverie, finally noticing the other, lankier, blonde.

"Jaune Arc, short, smooth, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."

Yang tilted her head and quirked a brow.

"Do they?"

Jaune faltered. Yang looked at Pyrrha, who shrugged. Yang chuckled, shaking her head.

"I'm Yang Xiao Long. Nice to meet you," she shook his outstretched hand. "I'll be over by the punching bag if you guys need me."

She gave Pyrrha a little wink, which was honestly indecipherable to the red haired athlete. She shook her head then focused her attention onto Jaune.

"Let's get to work."

Finals. Was. Over!

Ruby could honestly do a little happy dance right then and there, in the middle of the streaming crowds of students exiting the hall. But she didn't because Yang told her to pretend to be a well-adjusted and normal adult while in school, which didn't sound like fun. She also told her to make friends, which Ruby promptly ignored.

"Ruby!" Penny called out, waving animatedly at her.

Well, mostly.

Ruby wasn't antisocial or anything, it was just that she was shy meeting new people and even though she'd been in college a year now nobody ever really talked to her and she wasn't going to go up and talk to them, that would be just weird, what if she made herself look like an idiot?

"Ruby, are you okay?" Ruby's far-off looked must have concerned her.

Case in point: Penny.

It was only through some magical stroke of luck or some act of god that Penny still managed to befriend Ruby. Although Ruby was glad for her company.

"I'm fine!" Ruby waved her hand, dismissing Penny's concerns.

Penny smiled again.

"So how did you do?"

Ruby half-shrugged. She wasn't the type to worry too much about the results of her exams just after she'd done it. She had done the best she could and she figured she would either do well or she wouldn't. No point worrying.

"Eh. How 'bout you?"

And so Penny launched into a tirade about the questions, with excitement and enthusiasm. Penny enjoyed learning and studying. A lot. And she was very good at it. She was... unique. Apparently Professor Ironwood hadn't always been a professor. He had a military background which he kept very hush-hush. A few years after Penny was born however, he decided to quit the military, wanting to spend more time with his family. However, his strict military habits had stuck around, being passed onto his daughter, and apparently so did his brilliant mind. Penny was a very regimented and smart person, and her life was a very disciplined one. Bizzarely, Penny's personality seemed to directly contradict that. She was a bubbly, free-spirited girl, and her social oddities only served to endear her to Ruby instead of turn her away.

A toast, to the socially awkward, Ruby thought.

They slowly walked to the campus entrance, Ruby listening to Penny go on and on about the paper. She didn't mind. It was interesting to hear it from a supergenius' perspective for once. As they reached the sidewalk, a black SUV suddenly drove up, coming to a halt just in front of the pair. The windows were tinted black, true secret service fashion. The window rolled down slightly, revealing a man with black hair wearing sunglasses.

"Penny. Your father is waiting," he said simply. Surprisingly, his voice was not as stoic and lifeless as Ruby thought it would be. It was actually tinged with care and gentleness that betrayed the super secret government persona this whole scenario had presented. Penny gave an 'oh', before turning to Ruby.

"Ruby, I have to go now, it's very important," Penny leaned forward and enveloped Ruby in a hug, surprising her.

Then Penny got into the car, and it drove away, leaving Ruby very, very confused.

Weiss' headache only grew in intensity as the minutes passed. She looked over the photos her editor had passed along for final approval. After a few minutes of flipping througb, she quietly hummed and nodded, putting it back in the manila envelope. At least that was the one thing that wasn't going terrible today.

Today had been a day of nightmares. Technical difficulties each and every turn, models throwing tantrums, interns spilling coffee. She felt like having an ejector button installed in her chair, just so the next time something like this happened, she could press it and just be away.

No, that would be stupid.

She would have to install an exit ceiling too and that would cost more money.

Perhaps she would get Bolin from accounting to budget for that.

Wait.

What was she doing? She was supposed to be focusing in replying to an email.

She took a sip from her coffee cup, only to find it empty.

Perfect.

Weiss sighed. Nobody ever said being the boss was easy. In fact there was a multitude of people actively saying that it was very hard and ill-advised to be one. Yet here Weiss was, in her nice office with the nice plush office with the nice white carpet and nice white desk and her nice little headache.

Snow's Modeling Agency was a fairly successful business. It was Weiss' pride and joy. Her very own company, evidence of her strength and independence to her father. Built from the ground up partially from spite, just to show everybody that she could, and she didn't need her last name to help her.

Her father hadn't approved at first of course, cutting Weiss off when she told him she wanted to forge her own path, and she didn't want to take over the Schnee Dust Corporation. Once he saw the work Weiss had done, all by herself, he had reluctantly given his blessing, not that she needed it. It was nice to see him have even a modicum of love and respect for his daughter, however shallow it was. Weiss knew he was not completely heartless.

"May!" Weiss called out to her secretary. A pink haired woman poked her head in from the door.

"Yes, Ms. Schnee?"

Weiss held out the manila envelope. "Here, take this over to printing. I've emailed Percy already, he should know what to do. And get me more coffee!"

May nodded, taking the envelope and heading out the door. "Of course Ms. Schnee."

"Thank you," Weiss said simply, returning back to her work, ignoring the jackhammer in her head.

Jaune was the master of not fucking this up. He totally got this. May asked him to bring Ms. Schnee coffee. He'd done this a million times. He could do it again.

He tipped two spoonfuls of sugar into the thing. Just the way Ms. Schnee always liked it.

He was cool. Now to just walk all the way down the hall and to the right. May had said she was going out to run an errand, so he would have to go in himself and give it to her. No problem. Easy as pie.

Jaune swallowed hard.

"Having trouble walking there, man?" a blue haired man came into his peripheral, leaning against the refrigerator. Neptune. Jaune was acquainted with him, having seen him around during many shoots. He was so cool it was honestly frustrating.

Jaune scowled at him, prompting Neptune to laugh.

"What are you doing man?" he gestured to Jaune's... entire being.

Jaune sighed. "I'm supposed to get this coffee over to Ms. Schnee's office, and I'm trying really hard to not mess it up."

Neptune nodded in understanding. "And who is this," he made air quotes. "'Ms. Schnee' you speak of?"

"Seriously?" Jaune laughed. "She's the owner of the company? Weiss Schnee? Schnee as in Schnee Dust Company?"

Neptune's stare was blank. "I always thought the owner was some Snow whatever."

The two stood in silence, with Jaune absolutely befuddled.

"Anyway, come here. I'll hook you up man, I'll bring this thing over to Schnee."

Jaune sighed in relief then. "Really? You could do that?"

Neptune shrugged "Ain't got much else to do."

He really didn't. He'd finished up for the day, but decided to stay for a while more, knowing the timing of Sun's dates with Blake. He didn't want to be a mood killer. Neptune took the cup from Jaune.

"Down the hall and to your right, the big white door, you can't miss it."

Neptune nodded, heading off down the hallway and to the right. The big white door bore the plaque 'Weiss Schnee, CEO'. Neptune shrugged, knocking on the door before opening it.

And there, seated behind a desk, was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She was an angel.

A snow angel.

"Hello," Neptune said, inserting as much velvety softness into his voice as he could, flashing her a brilliant smile. "I didn't expect to be delivering coffee to an angel today."

Weiss smiled slightly. How cute.

Cute in the way a puppy dog was cute.

Weiss had a general policy to not date puppy dogs.

Neptune put her coffe on her desk, winking as he did. Weiss rolled her eyes good naturedly.

"The name's Neptune. Neptune Vasilias."

"Yes," Weiss deadpanned. "I know. I believe your shoot finished over an hour ago?" she pointed at the schedule she had opened on her laptop.

"Thank you for the coffee Mr. Vasilias. You may leave now," Weiss put a hint of ice in her voice. As cute as he was, Weiss had a boatload of work to be done. Neptune straightened up, still smiling.

"I'll catch you later, snow angel," he said as he exited the office. Weiss smiled slightly. Not many people hit on her, surprisingly. Not that smoothly anyway. People were usually too scared to. It was sort of... refreshing.

Neptune sighed as he closed the door behind him. He had to see her again.

It was only late into the evening and at May's insistence that Weiss went home, taking her heels off and flopping onto the couch next to Yang and Ruby, watching the TV. It had been a long day, she figured she deserved a little break after all. Weiss relaxed into the couch, watching the little cartoon the two sisters were glued to.

It was quiet for a while.

Yang broke the silence.

"Hey, what do you guys think about... Sun?" she asked the two, tentative. They both looked at her, confused at the sudden topic. "Like, you guys think he's alright...?"

Ruby scoffed. "Duh. Sun is so cool! Plus I trust Blake's judgement of him. She seems to think he's great."

Weiss crossed her arms. "Well I think he's unruly and a hooligan. Have you seen how he goes around climbing on things all the time?" she laughed, as Ruby and Yang looked on, mortified. "But I suppose that's to be expected from... one of those people."

All of them failed to notice Blake, standing behind the trio, having quietly exited her room, as she did.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she snapped. All three turned around, startled at her presence.

Weiss narrowed her eyes at Blake, who did the same.

"A Faunus, Blake."

Blake furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"I can't believe this. Faunus are people, too."

"They're savage beasts! Do you know how many assassination attempts they've made against my family? They've even gone after me!"

Blake clenched her fists.

"I'm sorry that happened, Weiss. But Faunus are people and they deserve to be treated the same as anybody else."

Weiss stood up now.

"They are violent beasts who have taken to using violent methods to solve all their problems, even after they've signed a treaty for peace!"

Blake stomped her foot down angrily.

"Maybe we're just tired of being pushed around!"

That gave Weiss pause. Blake's expression immediately changed to a deep shade of horrified. Nobody moved for a while.

"Blake..." Ruby started softly. Blake looked at her, tears welling. She immediately then turned and left the loft, slamming the door shut behind her.

Remember how I said it'd be a twisty little road? More words, more characters, more threads to be connected and tied up. I've really been enjoying writing this thing. I can't say for sure how often this will be updated. I got a job and I've been heading to the gym and trying to improve myself as a person. Rest assured I'll still be writing this though.