Hey guys, before you read ANY of this, I felt that Leah needed her own recognition. As much as I love the other female characters in Twilight, Leah's got some awesomeness, too.
Anyway, if you want, you can skip over to the italics below, or read why I wrote this. (:
Alrighty, then.
I was sitting in my room after my best friend's party and it was one of those "Get on top of the guy, or you're a loser" kind of thing, and I was just in a corner, listening to my iPod, sulking over some guy who I have no chance with when KABLAM! I have this idea. How about we hear about Leah's story!? So, I'm jotting on a bunch of post-it notes I found around her computer desk, trying to see with the stupid flickering lights and such. So, well, if it sucks, blame it on the lights. And if it doesn't, thank my friend for the party. Ahah. Enjoy.
BYZEEWAY: Sam, Leah and Seth are not mine. They're my replica robots on a mission to reenact my Twilight fantasies.
"Sam." I breathed into his neck, the woodsy smell of his body filling my nose. I moaned as he firmly kissed me, a smile breaking into his mouth. I was aching with love for this man. Sam Uley was my first and only love.
"Leah," He kissed my collar bone. "I'll always love you."
Sam walked into our house, and Seth ran up to him, happy to see his role model today. I hadn't seen him for a while since I brought my cousin to meet him, my love.
I know, I'm being all mushy, but it's true; Sam's great.
Sam had a strange look on his face, almost a frown. "Leah, can we speak for a moment? Outside?"
I nodded, walking with him outside into the forest, not too far from the house. When we stopped, I leaned in closer for our usual kiss, and he turned away. I didn't think of it as much.
This was followed by a very awkward silence, his hands digging into his palm.
"Spit it out!" I said, concerned.
He looked at me with a sincere expression, it almost hurt. "Lee-Lee, it…" He paused, the look deepening in his eyes. "It's not going to work out."
I couldn't manage any other answer but "What?"
Sam reached out for me, his hand touching my cheek. It was no longer a passionate touch, it was a comfort-the-victim touch. I threw his hand away, and stood there, shocked. Sam's eyes began to tear, and I didn't understand. What did I do?
I felt my knees crumble beneath me, and I fell weakly to the floor. This may have seemed overdramatic, but as it began to sink in, it hurt more than a bullet to the head. Sam was my first everything, my date to prom, my date to every dance. We were tied at the hip, and showed our love to the world. I sobbed into my fingers, numb from the cold.
"Is it someone else?"
Sam knelt beside me, crying silently, and nodded.
Sam was always there for me. In the worst of days and the best. He would always help me up in the worst of days, as he was now. I managed to stand up, to start walking home. Before I stepped any further, I turned to face him.
"Who is it?" I croaked.
Sam was hesitant to answer. He knew that his answer would hurt me. As he answered, I saw a flicker of emotion run through his eyes. I was quick to catch it, but it was there. It was a mix of adoration and happiness at the sound of her name. This killed me.
My eyes pooled with tears and I shook my head at him before returning home to Seth. Sam tried to grab me, and apologized repeatedly but I simply ignored him. I was consumed into this depression, this hurt.
Sam had fallen in love.
His voice continued to repeat itself in my head, to remind me of our fallout. Of his love for my cousin.
"Emily Young."