Author's Note: Heh... This is an outlet for some of my pervertedness, so if you're a little kiddie that doesn't like sexy characters and jokes, don't read. I'm also watching a sexy movie so... my MIND is workin sexy at the moment... But no, since I have friends that read this, there's not ACTUALLY going to be sex. In detail, at least. ;d Also, I probably won't update this for awhile. Until I get some new and fresh ideas, at least. Or if some people particularly like this and encourage me to update.

Summary: Art Kit, Seth Clearwater- BAM. Some kind of pervy love. Leah does NOT appreciate her best friend hitting on her little brother. Sethxoc

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Twilight, Which in this chapter would be Leah and Seth Clearwater and the 'he-who-must-not-be-named'. :D

Chapter One: Helping Leah

Seeing Him Again

"Tsk tsk, Leah Clearwater. You know better than to trust me with something important." I told her, shaking my head and waging my finger back and forth in front of her face. She glared at me.

"I ask you to do one little thing-"

"An important one little thing." I interrupted, causing her to get even more angry. For some odd reason I found joy in pressing her buttons and watching her face become distorted. It made me smile.

"All you had to do, was pick up my little brother from the air port. It's not even that long of a drive!!" She yelled at me, pointing at me with her index finger and occasionally poking me through out her rampage. "Instead, I get a phone call two hours after his plane got in saying that no one had picked him up! He was stuck at that place for at least three hours!" As she spoke, I began playing a mental game of 'that's what she said', where I add that to the end of everything she says and see if I can find any good ones.

To all those that play the game, I LOST THE GAME. Continue.

I kept the giggles inside but kept smiling as I patiently waited for her to finish.

"Hm... Seth is the kid with blue hair, right?" I questioned.

She smacked her forehead with her palm. "Why am I even friends with you...?"

"Because you love me."

"No, that's not it..."

"No, I think that's it, my love." I told her jokingly, and she looked up and glared. I rolled my eyes and decided to come clean, ignoring my deceptive and lying nature to be 'kind' to her for once. "I didn't leave your brother to rot in that old air port in the middle of the day in 100 degree weather, Leah dear. I, although you didn't realize, had something I had to attend to that certain day that you wouldn't let me explain. So, I called Julie and she picked him up on schedule." I explained, causing the other female's jaw to drop.

"And you just let me rant on without telling me this... why?" She asked me, causing a shrug in return. Then giggled softly. She slowly shook her head. "I don't understand you at all..."

"In bed." I replied softly, earning another glare from Miss Grumpy. Another giggle escaped my throat. "Now, Leah Dear," I spoke as I took her wrists in my hands and stood, leading her over to the closet clothes of wonder. "Let's decide what you are to wear tonight. I'm going to make you hot whether you want me to or not, because I want you to be happy and for you to be happy we need the guy to be happy too. And the guy is happy when his comfortable pants are suddenly uncomfortable pants in the dark and hot theater."

"Art!" She yelled as her face reddened.

I ignored her and dove into her closet of clothes, pushing aside various garments and muttering things here and there about her lack in fashion taste. "No... no... definitely no..."

"I can deal with this on my own, Artemis! I don't need-"

"Hold still!" I yelled to her, cutting off her sentence and holding up a velvet green dress to her body. "Nah, too formal. Let's look through your dresser."

"What!? Stay out of my clothes!"

"What? Sorry didn't hear you, too busy rummaging through your clothes looking for a DESCENT outfit for your date. You need a good snogging and-"

"Snogging!? Doesn't that mean 'make out'!? I'm not going to touch him nonetheless kiss him!"

"That' what she saaaaid!" I sang, causing a frustrated and muffled scream to come from her general direction. I say general because I was too focused on sorting through her dull clothes to care what she was doing. All I knew was that she was watching me throw various articles of clothing across the room, occasionally hitting my mark and landing on the yellow sheeted bed.

Leah finally gave up and sat on a chair in the corner of the room, out of fire range of the oncoming fabric. She watched as her clothes were judged and sentenced, either flung across the room or thrown carelessly back into the drawer or closet. She sighed.

I, Artemis Kit, the younger female teenager destroying Leah Clearwater's room, have been best friends with her since third grade when I moved here from New Hampshire. I'm was outspoken, perverted, kind, and don't mind a 'good snog' every once in awhile. For some reason, Leah could never understand why to my amusement, but I love the word 'snog'. Even though I'm not British nor have an accent even close to that. I also loved the action it represents, too. I was recognized in school for my looks and personality, having flowing red hair that once reached my mid back even to when it was cropped short and had blond highlights. My eyes are the most memorable part of me, though, because of the way they change constantly. If you first met me with bright blue eyes, the second time I'd have dark brown.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut. I'm flirtacious and beautiful, I'm hott and I know it, but also kept a 4.0 average in school and turn down any guy that goes for the looks and not the soul. Did I mention my nails? They are practically steel strong and if I slap someone, which I have done, it will leave marks for weeks. Guys tend to be single for quite awhile after that.

"Leah come here!" I ordered, after finally going through her entire wardrobe and picking out a few good choices for her. I have been friends with Leah for years, but I never realized what a disaster it was until now. I mean, seriously, how was she expecting to get over he-who-must-not-be-named if she's dressing like a small town girl getting over her last boyfriend?

The blond groaned, getting up from her chair and apprehensively approaching me and the outfit in my hands. I frowned and slumped my shoulders.

"Now what kind of attitude is that? You're going out on a date with a very nice guy and you're moping around this room like I'm dressing you for a funeral!" I asked her, causing her eye to twitch again. I'm on a roll with the eye twitch!

"Because, chances are, you're going to find something I haven't worn since before I turned into you-know-what and make me look like a slut." She said, picturing herself being forced into something small and inappropriate. I gave her my famous 'what the fuck' stare and lifted my hands in disbelief.

"You know me better than that! Now, stand straight for a moment Miss Gigantua." I told her, earning yet, another, glare as she did as she was told. Personally, I think this is a dog thing. Before all the wolf stuff she never did as I said, and now she gave in like a good little pet. Of course, like all ravenous and huge dogs, if you hit them they'll bite you back. Unless you have eighteen years of friendship. Then you can hit and laugh in their face without getting bitten. Some of the time.

I held the outfit in my hands and put it up to her body, seeing if it would look good for her date. "Too lonely." Shaking my head I went for another one, and did the same thing. "Desperate." "Too exuberant." "Too 'little girlish'." "Lame." "Lame." "Sexy!"

"No." Leah interrupted, looking at the mini skirt and short shirt I held up to her body.

"Come ooooon! Seeeeexy!! You be bringing sexy back!" I argued, referring to the song at the end.

"No." She repeated, causing me to pout. Next outfit.

"Perfect!"

"No."

"Yes, Leah, yeeeees. The other one was just a joke, this is for real." I said, looking at her in the full length mirror a few yards away. On top of it hung a shirt I had carelessly thrown across the room, barely hanging by a strand. The outfit I held up was a yellow tank with a jean jacket and a pair of short shorts. It looked cute, didn't show off too much for her, and I knew that he would like it. And she worked those shorts! I mean, she's got freakin LONG legs! She's not fastest in her pack for nothing!

"Hm..." She looked at herself in the mirror, deliberating whether or not to trust my judgement. After twenty sceonds, I knew that after this long of thinking, she would end up with the answer 'yes'.

"Okay, I'll be in the living room while you change, and when you're done come and get me so that I can fix your make up and stuff." I said, and then patted her shoulder before leaving the room. I hummed 'Sexy Back' as I walked out, causing her to roll her eyes. "He is going to loooove you!" I sang happily.

"Shut up and get out!" She yelled me with a grimace as she looked away from the mirror.

"Shut up, and sleep with me come on- ah!" I began singing, and then let out a yelp as a pillow was thrown at my head, just barely missing me and hitting the door instead to close it. I let out a 'hmph' and crossd my arms. Walking down the hall I started muttering how I wished she'd have more of a humor once in a awhile... Those pillows are DEADLY! I mean, I'm surprised the door didn't come off its hinges! With her muscle and those hard pillows of stone, she could knock someone's head off! I've got the bruises to prove it!

As I entered the living room, I stopped. I saw someone I hadn't seen in a long time, and a grin spread across my face. He wasn't looking at me, more so the tv's flashing lights and colors with a bored expression on his face, but I could see enough of him. He was taller, much much taller, shirtless, tanned and grown up. He had sexy dark blonde hair that was cropped short and adorable brown eyes, it made me lick my lips and momentarily forget that he was Leah's brother. The brother that I've been chatting with online for years... unaware of this transformation. I'd seen the others of Leah's pack, what being the shape shifters they are do to them, but... Seth... wow.

"Seth, Seth, Seth..." I hummed, walking around the couch and sitting down on the other side of the couch. I crossed my legs as I sat there, my back leaning slightly on the armrest to get a better look at him. His eyes locked onto mine, and it surprised me at the emotion that filled them. It was like his entire attention was on me, and I was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was probably the light, though. "My, my... That wolf business sure has done a number on you. I haven't seen you in what, five years?"

My grin turned into a smirk when I saw him gulp, his eyes traveling across my body. I watched as he looked at my tight light blue tank top and green jacket to the blue jean skirt, riding up slightly from the angle I was sitting at and giving him a good view of my leggings. It was like he had never seen a girl before. "I should have worn my 'I'm up here', shirt." I spoke, pointing at my face, and causing him to blush when he looked me in the eye again. "So, are you going to say anything or keep undressing me with your eyes?"

"I...uh... I wasn't- it has been a long time... Art... I-" Seth spoke, stuttering for what was probably the first time in his life. However, his sister saved him.

"Artemis Kit stop flirting with my brother!" A sudden voice boomed from beside my head and causing my eyes to widen.

"YEEOOOOOOOW!" I screamed as she grabbed at my ear, pulling me up and practically ripping my ear off. "OW OW OW OOOOOOOW!"

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