We're so close to reaching that famous happy ending
Almost believing this was not pretend
Now you're beside me and look how far we've come
So close…so close and still so far

Freshmen Year

I was young and I was nervous. The whole concept of high school scared me beyond belief, but of course, I wouldn't let anyone know that.

I remember walking confidently up the steps of La Push High in my favorite ripped jeans and plain white tank top with my backpack callously hanging off my left shoulder.

"Mmm…I love Fresh Meat," A boy in a lettermen jacket with the numbers 01 carefully stitched on the side. A senior. His eyes didn't go any higher than my still developing chest. I rolled my eyes and that's when I first caught sight of you.

You were with your friends but your attention was clearly on me. I blushed and you looked away.

My classes were uneventful and I had already forgotten all my teacher's names by the time lunch came.

"Hey, sexy, need a hand with that tray?" It was the senior again. I felt a light pinch in my backside and I quickly slapped his hand away.

"Aww c'mon, freshmen, don't be so hostile," he said, grabbing my waist.

You shouted and he let go. Your face was confused and angry and you hadn't the slightest idea what you were doing.

I watched you intently. You were so stupid, defying a senior for a girl you didn't even know, but I guess that's why I fell in love with you—your adorable face scrunched up in anger, untidy black hair sweeping across your gentle features, fists curled into tight balls against your side.

I remember lots of shouting. You were only a developing sophomore and he was a proud senior.

I pulled you away, telling you he wasn't worth it. You calmed down and turned to face me. He punched you and you fell to the ground. Mrs. Donavan saw and dragged him to the office.

I stayed with you at the nurse's office. Your eye was purple and black and I laughed. You were stubborn and refused to put the ice on your eye. Boy ego is something I'll never understand. I let you lay your head on my lap as I gently placed the ice pack over your eye. You looked ridiculous…in the most adorable way possible.

I mumbled a thanks and you went off on a fevered rant about boys being assholes, or something like that. I watched your mouth move rapidly as curse words kept escaping them. As if in a trance, I bent my head down and our lips touched. I bumped your bruised eye, causing you to cringe. My foot became numb as the ice pack landed roughly on it. Our first kiss was quick, cold, and painful. We looked at each other and laughed. It was beautiful thing, watching you laugh.

You walked me home even though you lived 2 miles away from me. You boldly took my hand and I told you I was trouble. Not even the cool, badass kind of trouble, but the messed up kind. You laughed at me and I dropped your hand. You were quick to retrieve it and told me that you wanted to get to know me. I said ok and the following weekend we went out.

I learned things about you as you did me. You were the most interesting person I've ever met. You were an undercover nerd who liked to read spiritual books. You were a champion bowler and collected stamps for fun. You loved archery and knew just about anything and everything that had to do with cars.

We became inseparable. People whispered about our unusual relationship, but we didn't care. We were happy. I was happy.

a/n: i'd loove to know what you guys think. should i write another chapter? there aren't many leah/sam stories, so feedback is always awesome :)