Leah's POV
"Please Leah...I'll do anything"
"GAH, could you be anymore pathetic, Seth?"
"PA-LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE"
And so here I am, spending my Saturday morning picking ticks off of my stupid brother's backside. Who told him to go run in the woods anyway? Oh yeah, Sam. One more thing to hate him for...two actually. First he hurt my brother and second, I'm wasting MY time.
"Uggghhhhh"
"Stop whining!"
Reflecting back on my life, this certainly isn't the worst moment I've had. I've been hurt, beat, kicked, had my stomach ripped, had my daggone heart ripped out...and, you know what...the whole time, this little idiot has been there beside me.
"LEEEEEE-AHRGH"
So, he's annoying now and then. And, yes, he enthusiasm for the stupidest things is nauseatingly constant, but so is his love for me.
"I'm dying Leah. Just...go on...without me."
And yeah, maybe he's a little over dramatic at times, but if I had ticks having a full on gourmet feast down my back, would he be here tweezers and matches in hand? Absolutely.
"Make sure they bury me with my boots on."
"You have no boots."
When I'm sure all the ticks are gone, I pull him a little closer.
Seth's POV
Oh boy, here it comes. I know the routine and quickly drop to my knees.
"Please Leah don't kill me. Thank you for doing this. I'm so sorry, I knowIknowIknow and I PROMISE it won't happen again."
She sighs...and I know it's the sigh of death.
"Get up Seth!"
Aw gezus, she's going to kill me standing up!
...
But...hold on...she's...hugging me?
"I love you Seth."
Huh? Am I dying?
I feel her head...maybe she's dying! "Are you ok? Do I need to get Carlisle?"
My face of concern is quickly replaced by a face of fear...
...annnnnd...now it comes.
::PUNCH::
::CRUNCH::
Pain.
"Ugh...thanks"