Short fic about Leah and Sam…different for me, I know. But, this is a little more…indifferent(?) Leah than upset. So that is new. But Sam's still a dick. Actually, I made him ever MORE of a dick than I actually believe him to be. But, to be fair, this is from Leah's perspective, so it could be a little slanted…The song this is centered around is Complicated by Avril Lavigne. But it's so loosely centered around it, that I'm not calling it a songfic.
SMeyer owns.
Complicated
Why do you
Have to go and
Make things so complicated?
Sam has been talking at Leah for a good twenty minutes now.
She had gotten tricked into this. Sam called for a pack meeting. Said it was important, and to be at his place quickly.
Turns out by "pack" he meant, Sam and Leah.
And my "meeting" he meant rehashing the bones of their relationship which Leah had buried long ago.
He's been dragging her though his decision to leave her for Emily, or how really, it was a lack of decision. It was something he had no control over.
Yeah, right. Whatever.
Leah had been through all of this herself. Why would he leave me, what's wrong with me, should I have seen this coming, did he ever really love me…it was enough to drive her crazy.
And then she came up with the simplest solution.
But Sam was just stamping all over that.
"I want us to be friends, Leah. But more than just friends, I want you to be able to come to me with anything, Leah. To know that I'm there for you."
Leah snorted, and wondered how many times he had said her name. She thought it might be his conscious effort to not use Lee-Lee. Good choice.
One of the most hilarious parts of this, was when Sam talked about how he had "broken her trust", how he only "dreamed of earning it back."
"Is that similar to you popping my cherry?" Leah had asked, but he didn't even hear her, just continued on his rampage to "mend things".
Leah had accidently dozed off for a bit when he decided to relive their relationship. Thanks Sam, she knew, she was there the first time through…
"When I met you Leah, I knew, I really truly knew I would love you one day."
She bit her tongue, asking if he knew the rest of it. Mostly because she was sure he wouldn't hear her anyway.
When she hoped he was ending, because she was now brought up to date of what Emily cooked Sam for dinner after their first date (they went to a movie, it was much like Sam and Leah's first date actually…) he took another deep breath, and plowed on. And by then Leah was starting to get frustrated. Who did he thing he was? The guy he was trying to act like?
He finally catches her attention, when he explains so kindly, on how she needs to face the loss of their relationship, as he had.
What he doesn't realize is that she has come to a better place. She knows exactly what, or more specifically who, is the cause for everything.
"I don't understand."
He nods. "I understand, Leah, how complicated this must be for you…"
"No, I don't understand how you managed to make this such a long fucking conversation. Well, not conversation as those typically involve two people, so a speech, I guess."
"Grief is difficult, Leah. Sometimes it involves lashing out."
"Lashing out?"
"Yes, Leah. Like you're doing right now."
"I'm not lashing out, Sam. I've found a way to cope with my "grief", actually. And it's not so complicated after all, Sam."
"Oh?"
Leah nods. "I hate you."
