This is my first fan fic on here. Just something I cooked up out of boredem, but I actually enjoyed writing it. Enjoy ;D !

She watches him as he laughs with his friends. His white teeth glistening as they sparkle in the light.

Leah hates Paul.

She hates him for the way he treats her. She hates him for the snide comments he makes when she cannot help hearing his thoughts. She hates him for opening up old wounds and memories of Sam.

Leah begins to pick at the grass beneath her while watching Paul make his friends laugh with the un-funny jokes he tells.
Paul turns his head to look at her he watches her pull at the pieces of grass around her.
"Leah! Come sit over here with us!" Leah lifts her head to see Paul beckoning for her to come and sit with the boys. She stands up and straightens the little white sun dress she slipped on after phasing.

Again she watches Paul as he makes everyone laugh. This time she listens to his jokes and pretends that they are funny.

She still hates Paul.
She hates the smug grin he gives her when he knows he has hit a nerve. She hates how he always tries to pick a fight with her. She hates how he thinks he is superior to everyone else.

Leah stares up into the sky watching the clouds float slowly out of her eye sight.

Paul sees the blank in her eyes while she stares away into space. Even though he hates Leah he still finds her beautiful.

He watches her pull the tiny petals off a daisy. He listens to her sigh quietly.

Paul hates Leah. He hates the bitchiness she throws at everyone. Paul hates the wall she puts up to make sure no one can get through too her. He hates the way she makes sure everyone knows how much she is hurting. He most definitely hates how she makes Sam feel as much pain as possible.

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Leah loves Paul.

She loves the way he will always listen even though he doesn't care. She loves the way he defends her. She loves the way he handles her when she gets too angry. She loves the way he hugs her when she cries. She loves how he wipes her tears away gently with his thumbs.

Now alone with him she stares into his eyes with a sharp but loving look. She looks away from his eyes as she feels her cheeks burn red. Instead Leah watches him twiddle his thumbs.

Paul loves Leah.

He loves how fragile she really is. He loves that he is the only person she can open up too. He loves the sweet caring voice she uses when she comforts him. He loves how she understands his pain. He loves how she risks a telling off from Sam for him.

He looks at Leah and smiles. He gently brushes away a few strands of hair from her face. He pushes her hair behind her ears and clasps her face in his hands. He gently kisses her lips just like he has always dreamed of doing. He drops her face and turns back away. His embarrassment hid by his knees.

Leah looks at him in shock. She turns his face back to her and kisses him with a strong force making sure he knew all her feelings that she had for him. She runs her hands through his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Paul lifts the small sun dress off Leah and puts his lips back to hers.

The hate Paul and Leah feel for one another is minor compared to love and connection that appears and every look and touch.

They both know how it feels to be crushed by imprinting. They will both be there for one another for as long as they need it.

Even though the will still shout and scream, Leah will still love Paul and Paul will still love Leah.

I don't usually write like this but I thought I would give it a shot. Please review. I don't mind good or bad I just want feedback so I know wether it's decent or not haha. All my stories are on deviantART. I only just joined this. I don't know if I'll write more. But anyway... Enjoy xD