Dream Catcher
"It's a dream catcher," Jacob tells her as she opens the box. The dream catcher is small, about the size of Leah's hand, and it had an intricate weaving of string in it. Attached to the end is a single purple feather.
"It'll help keep the bad dreams away," he says. The look on Leah's face is surprised; as though she is wondering how Jacob knows that she has bad dreams.
"I don't need a dream catcher," Leah tells him coldly, glaring.
Jacob smiles warmly at her, as though trying to melt the ice of her glare. "Use it just in case," he says.
So Leah does. But it isn't a dream catcher she needs to stop the bad dreams. It's Jacob.
(A/N: If you've noticed that I'm writing shorter stuff lately, I'll just say that I've taken an interest in drabbles, because saying that sounds better than saying that I don't have any good plot ideas. Also, I don't know if any of you have read The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, but I am starting to write stories for that also, so if you've read those books, please check out my stories. Reviews are love!)