Thunder
A little head poked out of the tangled sheets, hair in disarray and eyes wide with fright. The owner of said head gave a panicked squeak when a roll of thunder shook the walls and flashes of light pulsed through the threadbare curtains on the windows.
Ducking back into the safety of the sheets, a small hand quickly reached for a russet wrist next to it and yanked. Hard.
With a yelp, a dark head sat up.
"Leah!"
The shirtless male tried to pry her fingers off his wrist.
"What was that for? Why'd you wake me up?"
"Jake! There's a storm outside, how could you sleep at a time like this?" She gave him a glare and tried to make him sit up.
"Well, some people are kind of used to that during 2:00 in the freaking morning!"
"Stop whining! Why am I even surprised? You could sleep through anything."
Finally satisfied that he was awake, she let go and sat up. Glaring at him incredulously, she puffed a breath out to get a lock of hair out of her face, then in frustration just shoved it away from herself.
Jacob frowned at her in confusion, "How could you not? Don't you sleeping like the dead when it's cold?"
Sighing, she gave him an eye-roll, "Yeah, but not when a thunderstorm could blast off the ceiling in any moment!"
Her voice kept getting higher as she talked, leaving him clutching at the ear closest to her in pain. Damn wolf hearing abilities.
"Fine, just come here, and I'll protect you like the powerful, awesome guy I am."
Giving her a goofy smile, he expected a thank you. Boy was he wrong.
"I do not need protecting!" Leah screeched at him, and armed with her pillow, she was a deadly.
"Ow! Leah! Stop - I will tackle you right now if you don't stop Leah Clearwater!"
"Ugh! Why did you have to sleep here in the first place Jacob Black? Is it because precious Bella is celebrating with her new Ice Pop?"
Aware of the mocking and not appreciating it, especially after today. He scowled and threw the pillow at her face with enough force that it sent her backwards.
"So that I would have the pleasure of doing that sometime tonight!"
Quite triumphant, he smiled to himself, smug. So he was unprepared for the violent retribution.
Shove.
Thunk. Flail.
"Ow! Leah!"
Pleased with herself, the 17 year old turned in her bed and praised her foot for being so in tune with her thoughts.
Jacob sat on the floor looking up at the ceiling in agony and disbelief. How could this happen to him? He didn't even know why he was here.
In answer, forgotten thunder rumbled back at him, the vibration deafening.
A squeak was heard from the bed, Jacob smiled.
Oh, that was why.
A/N: So just a random piece of fluff.
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