Disclaimer:
S.M. owns these characters and someone owns the rights to this movie, I just borrowed the concept.
Preface:
Okay, I'll try not to make this long because you guys dont wanna read me droning on and on.
This isnt my first fanfic roller coaster ride and it isnt my first Twilight fanfic ride either. I seriously stopped writing twilight fics like 3 or 4 years ago and I stopped actively writing fics period like 2 years ago so imagine my surprise when, while watching a movie (Catch and Release) I got smacked in the face with an idea. My wheels started turning and here we are, me posting another story (which by the way, I had butterflies doing. I'm beyond nervous haha) So before you start reading, here's some random heads up.
-If you've seen the movie, scrap that from your mind. Yeah, there will be a few things that you'll notice from the movie but beside the over all concept, not much will be like the movie. I like keeping people on their toes so, dont go in thinking you know what will happen.
- I love reviews, and I love thoughts about what you're reading, just dont be an ass about it.
- Rated M! Why? I dont know there might be some citrus infused in this story, who's to say? If you're not about that, so sorry.
-Time will jump around. It wont be like day to day. There will be jumps in time between chapters. If it confuses anyone, lemme know.
- Updates ~should~ be every day. I say should because I do have a full time job but I also have 20 chapters already written up and ready for posting.
Besides that, enjoy and remember to review!
She was supposed to be wearing a white dress.
She was supposed to be getting her hair curled and pedicures and manicures for her and the girls. She was supposed to be stumbling over her vows and sobbing or at least pretending to, to pacify her mother, and getting cake smashed in her face and dancing around like a damn idiot even though she had no rhythm. She was supposed to be happy and getting married.
Instead she was dressed in black watching as they lowered her fiancé into the ground. How did a healthy man collapse because of one little thing no bigger than a needle tip, popping inside of his head? How did she get such a shitty hand in life that nearly every man she ever loved died?
She should cry.
She could feel the weight on her chest and the lump forming in her throat. All it would take was one tear and she was positive the flood gates would burst. She knew people were watching her, waiting for her to collapse against her mother's shoulder in tears but they'd be sorely disappointed. She always saved her tears until she got home and could dump all of her bullshit on to Sam. He'd make her tea, nod his head and then tell her just how crazy she was. But no one was home now to make her tea and call her a lunatic. No one but the damn dog and she hated that thing and it hated her back. She told Sam over and over the beast wanted her dead but he didn't believe her. Maybe she could send it to the pound now that Sam was gone.
She forced herself to clench her eyes closed and she was sure she heard a few people hold their breath, their eyes burning holes into the back of her head. And yet when she opened her eyes again, there was nothing but dry eyes and indifference written on her face. She wasn't some fragile piece of china that needed to be handled with care, not today of all days. Today she was going to be steel and she wasn't going to crack.
Everything moved quickly after they lowered him into the ground. The small crowd moved from the graveyard to Sam's mother's house and everyone was crowded in the kitchen, whispering amongst themselves when they weren't breathing down her neck. She heard people mumble condolences, felt pats on her back and she was positive she even hugged a few people but she wasn't really there. The second his casket left her sight, she left with him.
Her mom was being insufferable. When she wasn't in such a shitty mood, she'd thank her for being there and picking her up when Leah didn't know what direction was up but right now, there was only so much primping and prodding she could deal with. She kept asking her if she was hungry or tired or needed water and all she wanted to do was run away and rip her hair out of her scalp.
"Leah honey, you have to eat something," her mother said for the millionth time, seeing the distant look in her daughter's eyes. "You didn't eat this morning and you should let me make you a pl-"
"I have to pee Mom, I'll be back," she cut her off, hoping that her mother wouldn't follow behind her to the bathroom like she did earlier in the day. She was grateful for her mom but right now, she just needed a second, just one single second where she wasn't the almost widow and no one was pitying her, even if that second was in Sam's mom's horrible peach colored bathroom.
Her trek to freedom was a lot harder than she anticipated. It was like each step she took someone would stop her, tell her how sorry they were, how young Sam was, how this was all just so heartbreaking or something else that made her sick to her stomach and she'd be forced to smile and console the poor guests that probably hadn't seen Sam in years.
By the time she got to the bathroom and pushed open the door, she wasn't expecting anyone to be in there considering everyone was in her face out in the living room.
"Oh," she muttered, seeing a tangle of limbs and a fluff of blonde hair. As soon as her presence was noticed, the limbs pulled apart and Leah recognized the caterer as the blonde fluff of hair. She stood up and tried her best to adjust before skimping past Leah, her make up still askew.
"Sorry," the girl said, her voice cracking as she walked out of the door.
Leah turned back to the bathroom and felt a hiss bubble in her throat. Of all bathrooms in all the world, why did this have to be the bathroom Sam's idiot best friend decided to hook up in? She didn't know whether to scream or vomit in disgust but she was honestly considering a combination of the two.
"I know you're a degenerate Jake but you do realize there's a funeral going on out there right?" Leah said shakily.
He raised his hands in surrender and stood up, not bothering to hurriedly clean himself up like the caterer did. Of course he wouldn't have respect for the dead. He didn't even have respect for the living and yet again, Leah wondered how the hell Jake and Sam became friends. While Sam was honest and trustworthy, Jake was sleazy and bended the truth. If Sam was the good guy that every girl wished they could meet and fall in love with, Jake was the guy that every girl wished they could forget after a night of drinking. He was hot and he knew it and used it. Sam was kind, Jake was a jackass and so on and so on. They were complete opposites and yet when they met in their college frat, they were inseparable. Sam had mentioned something about being the big man on campus but then when Jake came around, he challenged his alpha dog role. And Sam always did like a challenge.
"Thought I locked the door. My bad," Jake sighed, running his hand through his disheveled hair.
She wanted to say so much. Like the fact that they were at Sam's funeral and Jake chose now to get his rocks off instead of being a sane human being and mourning. Then again, this was Jake she was talking about and she didn't put much past him. If it was any other time, Leah would rip him a new one like she'd done many times before but right now, she wasn't in the mood for a screaming match. Especially since Sam wasn't there to calm her down.
"Get out," she struggled to say.
Jake stared at her for a while before raising an eyebrow. "Wow… no smart ass remark?"
"Yeah, I'm too busy mourning my dead fiancé to tell you what a waste of space you are… get out."
She was thankful when he walked out of the room without another word and she kicked the door shut before inhaling deeply.
Don't Cry. Don't Cry. Don't Cry.
She could hear Sam's voice in her head telling her that constantly forcing emotions down was going to make her burst one day. Normally she'd wave him off and say that she was never going to burst but right now, she could feel herself teetering on the edge and maybe bursting might feel a little bit better than this.