What If…

What if Leah Clearwater went in search of another female werewolf? What if she found one outside of Denver, CO? What if they became best friends? Well, that's what happened here… [Some OOC occurs!]

A/N: This is re-edited. The content was not changed nor expanded on. Quite simply, I fixed the more prominent grammar errors. It's still short. I still wrote it two years ago. Despite that, I hope you'll give it a read and put up with my mistakes! Thanks in advanced!

Leah's Point of View- Chapter 1- Arrival

Two weeks ago I'd sent my pen pal, a fellow female werewolf– though nobody knew that but me– an invitation to come and stay with us. By us I mean me, my 'little' brother, Seth, and my mom, Sue. I've been checking the mail everyday at 1:00 o'clock, anxiously awaiting her reply.

It was getting on 1:15, and, of course, the mail carrier was late!

I sort of just jumped into this story, so, as I wait for the stupid mail person to come, I'll give you some insight.

After seeing all of the… vampires… at the Cullen's place, I decided we couldn't be the only pack out there. And something told me that if we weren't the only pack out there I probably wasn't the only girl. So I started by researching for snowy and/or rainy places where vampires may be. Then, once I had a list of these places in mind, I began Googling which ones had Reservations.

I finally found a place, just outside of Denver, that sounded promising. I'd found they had legends much like ours. Then, after hours on the phone with their pack leader, I managed to flirt the fact that he was a werewolf out of him. Boys… how thick can you get? Well… after a lot more painfully forced flirting he started talking about pack members. I know, this was risky, stupid, and about a dozen other things, but it turned out working in my advantage. Her name is Marisa Dri, and she's technically 19 years old.

Finally, being pulled out of my reverie, the mail arrived. I ran out the door and grabbed the letters that had fallen through the slot.

Bill

Bill

A letter to the parent or the guardian of Seth… hmm…

Sports Illustrated

House & Home

Yes! A letter addressed to me! I was ecstatic, something I rarely was anymore, as I ripped the letter open.

DEAR LEAH,

I WOULD BE THRILLED TO COME AND STAY WITH YOU! CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS LETTER, I CAN BE IN LA PUSH AS SOON AS SUNDAY! I'M VERY EXCITED TO SEE YOU! HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR PACK ABOUT ME? I SUPPOSE YOU HAVEN'T GOT MUCH OF A CHOICE… CALL ME ASAP! I'M BURSTING WITH EXCITEMENT!

LOVE FROM,

MARISA

I quickly found her number– which I'd written in our address book– and called her up.

"Hello?" a voice answered.

"He, this is Leah Clearwater, I'm calling for Marisa…"

"Oh… Oh! Yes, one moment, dear…"

I could hear what I assumed to be Mrs. Dri calling Marisa's name in the background.

"Leah!" Marisa shouted in my ear, "Did you get my letter?"

"Yes," I replied, smiling, "can you really get here by Sunday!?"

"Yes!"

"Then come then, I want to see you ASAP!"

"Okay! So, have you told your pack about me?"

"Well… they know I have a pen pal who I invited to visit, but since there are only six of us I actually haven't phased with any of them. We're taking single shifts, it's easier."

"Oh! So, I get to break the wonderful news?"

"Indeed you do!"

"Yay! Okay, I've got plane tickets to book; I'll see you in two days, Lee!"

"Okay, bye Marisa!"

We both clicked off the line.

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The next two days had passed uneventfully, and I could tell I was driving Seth insane with my impatience.

Marisa was arriving at our house, via taxi, around 3 o'clock. It; however, was only 2:30 and I was pacing around the table.

"Hey, Lee," Seth was trying to distract me, "What are you going to tell Marisa when you have to go on patrol?"

"No idea," I mumbled to Seth– though the truth was she'd already volunteered to come with me.

"Leah! You need a plan! You can't just disappear for 4 hours a day with no excuse!"

I was about to tell Seth to mind his own business, but just then the doorbell, unexpectedly, rang. I glanced at the clock– 2:37. Either Marisa was early, or someone was playing a really cruel joke on me. I hoped for the former.

I opened the door and squealed in delight– something very out of character for me.

"Marisa! You're early!" I shouted as she enveloped me in a hug.

"I know! I decided to screw the taxi and run."

"Well," I said, smiling, "don't be a stranger, come on in!"

"Actually, Leah, would you mind pointing me towards the bathroom? I'd like to freshen up."

I nodded my head– still smiling– and led her down the hall. Gosh… Is this how excited Alice Cullen feels every day?

A/N: Tell me what you thought, yes? I hope you enjoyed, and review please! Feel free to criticize! Review, please! Cheers!

~Beverly