Unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
-Natasha Bedingfield

"Leah's coming!" Jacob shouts excitedly, his 11 year old face shining with happiness. He presses his face to the window, and sees Leah walking closer to the house.

"Hey kid," Leah says as she walks in the door, ruffling his hair.

"Don't call me kid," Jacob says, folding his arms across his chest.

Leah laughs at his stubbornness. "Ok," she agrees. "No more kid."

Jacob's parents tell Leah the rules for while she's baby sitting Jacob.

"Thanks for doing this, Leah," Jacob's mom says as she walks out the door. "Rachel and Rebecca were busy tonight, and Jacob's always so happy to see you."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Black," Leah says. She turns to Jacob. "What do you want to do, Jake?" she asks.

Jacob studies Leah as he thinks. Even though she is three years older than him, they are almost the same height. "Will you tell me a story?" he asks.

Leah laughs as she sits down on the couch. "Sure," she says. She closes her eyes as she thinks of what to say.

Not that either of them could have guessed what comes out of her mouth next.

Leah tells Jacob all about high school, about her friends, her enemies, her classes, but mostly about Sam.

"Sam and I have three classes together," she gushes to Jacob as easily as if he was one of her best friends. "He always talks to me while we're at our lockers."

Jacob is silent the whole time, but inside his head he is fuming. He knows Sam Uley, but they have never really talked to each other. But as he pictures Sam with Leah, he begins to hate Sam. It always came so easily to Jacob to picture himself and Leah together, despite the age differences.

Leah ends a story Jacob doesn't hear with a sigh. "You've probably heard enough about my social life," she says. "What's going on with you now-a-days?"

Jacob shrugs. "Nothing out of the ordinary," he says. "Just been hanging out with Quil and Embry, doing whatever." Jacob yawns hugely.

"Tired, Jacob?" Leah asks, laughing quietly.

Jacob nods sleepily. They walk to Jacob's room, Leah holding Jacob's hand to guide him to the room without him bumping into anything. Jacob climbs into his bed and Leah whispers, "Good night, Jacob."

After a minute, she continues talking quietly. "You know, Jacob," she says, "Love is the most amazing thing in the world. You'll know what it feels like someday."

If Jacob had been awake, he probably would have answered that, maybe even say that he already knew what it felt like, but he is asleep. Leah stays to watch Jacob sleep peacefully.

She doesn't, however, hear Jacob mumble her name as she leaves the room.

(A/N: I hope no one was too freaked out with the whole age differences thing. I never really thought about it until now, really. Plus I always had this idea in my head about Jacob actually hating Sam because he stole Leah from him (You can read more about that in my fan fic Through Glass.) I think this was really cute, though. Reviews are love!)