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Remembered and Forgotten

The blaring light coming for the trucks rear leaked through my curtains and onto my wooden floor. The sound of the engine dying and the screeching of dragging feet rang through my ears. Causing another mind blowing head-ache to seep its way back on through. Sometimes having magical wolf powers has its flaws. Like right now for say.

I can hear everything, an I mean everything, from the cars strolling down the black roads ten miles away, to the drunken man slurring noises outside my door. A drunken man who needs to stop showing up at my door at 11:00 pm every single night. But for some odd reason, I like him here. I like the feeling of company in my presence. Not just anyone's, though. My one true love's, and for now, my only love. Jacob Black.

How I got those feelings, I have know fucking clue. I guess you could say it started when he took roll as Alpha. When our minds became tied. An it was just Jacob, my brother, Seth, and me. Not a whole tangle of people at once. I remember the joy of being free.

To only hear the mind of a friend and a brother. The mind of three. The relief that I had felt. It had given me so much hope. So much joy. Just to be free. But like everything I had found happiness from, it was ripped away once Jacob locked eyes with that Evil Swan.

I can still feel the jealousy whipping through me. The feelings I had for him had grown from the bond that we had tied once he created the pack. My Alpha. His Beta. That was how it had been. But I wanted so much more. I can still feel the desire. The wanting, Just a touch, skin to skin. Fire to fire. It was all I needed.

But he had to go and imprint. On a fucking baby. A vampire baby. A half-breed. Are you fucking serious. An once she gets older and rejects his love for someone else, he leaves. Leaving me behind. Like I was never enough to him. I couldn't bring him that joy, that hope, the happiness that he brings me.

He doesn't come back, that is, until years later. An guess who he runs to. Hmm, oh right me. Why, I have know fucking clue. Maybe its because I'm the only one who will put up with him anymore. I'm the only one.

Everyone's living their own lives, and here I am taking care of the drunk that doesn't understand the fact as to why I even exist. Yeah, that's me, Leah Clearwater. The happiest fucking bitch alive. Hah, who would've known.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a loud bang comes from the opposite side of my front door. Oh, joy. I slowly get up, my mind still a fog. How'd he get here? You can't drive drunk. I open the door to see Jacob and Embry, Jacob smiling like an idiot putting most of his body weight on Embry, for support. While Embry struggled to keep him up. Well, there's my answer.

"Hey, Lee can you take care of him, I would but I've got to run home, I'm

meeting Jessica later for dinner," he said gesturing towards Jacob, with one of those goofy smiles. A smile that Jacob used to give me back when we were running patrols and I would accidentally say something stupid, he would laugh and smile. That smile. Just thinking of it made my stomach flutter. I had to smile. Jessica was Embry's imprint. She's cool, I like her better then the others, but we're not close, close.

"Um, yeah, I'll do it, I'm not really doing anything," I responded back sheepishly. I wondered how that'd conversation go if he knew what I really did. 'Oh, well you know, I was just, um, thinking of Jacob, and how I crave for his love…' Oh, I can only imagine the looks I'd get from the pack.

Priceless.

"Alright, um, here," he said leaning Jacob towards me. I struggled with Jacob in one arm while I waved to Embry with the other. 'Well, this is gonna be a long night' I thought as I set Jacob on the couch, gently. He looked up at me with glassy eyes and that goofy grin. That smile. My heart thumbed a beat. Oh, Lord.

He looked pretty adorable. Well, of coarse he looks adorable, he's Jacob. A much nicer, happier, sexier version of him. Yeah, that's it. "Uh, stay here," I said pointing toward the couch cushion. The grin was wiped off his face as a look of panic came across it. "But, but wait." He grabbed my wrist with a tight grip, an I knew he wasn't letting go, and truthfully, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to. "I wanna be with you," he whined.

Oh, god. He needs to stop talking like that, I can only take so much. Wait, what. What the hells wrong with me. I'm Leah Clearwater. Never backing down a challenge. I just need a grip. Come on, its just Jake. A smart, worthy, leading, beautiful, sexy- Okay I've got to stop!

"Um, ugh, okay just, uh, follow me." I said as I put all his back weight on my arm and gently pushed him from the cushion. My arms wrapped themselves around his waist while his arm went around my neck. We stumbled up the stairs and to the bathroom.

Once we finally managed to pull our way toward the toilet, I set all his weight down on the lid. I turned and pulled a clothe out of the cabinet below the sink. I went to turn again, but stopped suddenly when I felt tender, warm hands wrap themselves around my torso. "Um." It was all I could say. My mind was suddenly blank of what to do while it screamed 'Fight it Leah, fight it!'

"Um, Jake?"

"Hmm…"

"What are you doing?" I questioned, looking his way.

"Oh, nothing," he said with a smile, and it wasn't my smile, it was different.

His hand started to travel up my shirt. 'He's drunk, he's drunk!' my mind screamed. I turned to push him away, until I had caught his eye. A foggy sheer of white cover his entire eyeball. It had caught me off guard. I was about to ask what had happened, when suddenly I felt his lips on mine.

Before I knew it our lips where in motion, in harmony. I couldn't think. All the thoughts of earlier had been erased from memory and replaced with the same desire I had, had years ago. That warm desire of lust that shaded over my mind and heart. I was too lost to see, and to breath.

It grew stronger as his warm, tender hands roamed my hair, my body. Before I knew what I was doing, my slim fingers were traveling through his shaggy brown hair, making their way to his sculptured chest. I was everywhere. We were everywhere. Exploring. In seconds our tongues where fighting, demanding domination as they twirled together in union.

I was so lost I had forgotten about the alcohol on the tip of his tongue. Had forgotten that in the morning he wouldn't remember a thing. That this was just a game to him. I had forgotten. But that wont ruin the moment of pure bliss. Oh, no. Nothing would.

Even if he didn't remember, I would still have this moment.

To remember, and then forget, so tomorrow, it can be replaced.

Oh god.

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