This is for AmericanPoet. Thank you for being soooooooooooo patient! I appreciate it lots!

Lol. I'm actually supposed to be reading Great Expectations right now for English...but I've just been inspired by Gregory and the Hawk and Sungha Jung on Youtube. So...yeah. =D

So here you go. Here's my attempt at another Twilight challenge.

Prompt: Sam's old feelings for Leah come back when Emily is out of town for three weeks.

Sam and I, we were like the perfect couple. You know, like those pictures you see in your old high school yearbook of the two perfect people who were just so right for each other that nothing could go wrong, no matter what happened. And I don't mean, like, the couple that breaks up two years later because they've moved on to other people and whatnot. I mean that Sam and I were like the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We just weren't meant to come apart.

Except, of course, like all sandwiches, if pulled hard enough, we did come apart. Like the knife slicing through that perfect square of bread, grape jelly, and peanut butter.

Sam was the peanut butter. I was the grape jelly. I don't really like peanut butter, and I'd like to think that I would have a more vivid impression on a person, like jam on a white shirt. And my cousin Emily, believe it or not, was the knife that came slicing us apart.

I suppose it was my fault. If I hadn't invited Emily over for a sleepover that one day, if I had kept Sam a secret and never introduced the two of them, this wouldn't have happened. However, if Sam had never changed into a werewolf, he would never have imprinted on Emily.
And if Emily had declined my sleepover, if she had decided to go to another party that weekend and pass up her cousin in La Push, then this would never have happened.

So in the end, I guess we're all to blame. The peanut butter, the jelly, and the knife alike.

I used to hate her, you know. Used to hate my cousin Emily, for making Sam fall in love with her, for stealing him away from me. But it's hard to hate someone you love. Really, really hard.

I used to hate her so much that I fantasized at night. I fantasized sick, wrong things, like pushing her off the cliffs, laughing as her body was smashed to bits and pieces on the rocks below. I used to dream about her committing suicide in a very painful manner for some unknown reason. I imagined the whole getting hit by a bus theory. I imagined every possible way to kill her in the entire universe.

And then it happened. Me and Seth, we changed into werewolves, just like Sam had done. It was only then that I understood how and why Sam had left me for Emily. Not because he wanted to. No, far from it. He left me because he was forced to against his will.

But even then, I was angry with her. Except now it wasn't as much as it used to be. I was angry at myself now, too. Angry at myself for not being more understanding, angry at myself for being angry at the cousin who had been like a sister to me. Angry for being so closed minded.

My dad, Harry, died. From a heart attack from the shock upon learning that I had become a werewolf. And all that anger that I had changed into grief. I loved my dad, don't get me wrong. And I was really, really depressed for a time there.

But you know, I guess my feelings have changed. Towards everybody. Yes, I like thinking about things that the rest of my pack would rather forget. Why? I don't know. Maybe ever since I changed into a werewolf, my sadistic side came out a bit more and I like to see people suffer, just like I did when Sam broke up with me. Because the last thing I'd want to do is see Sam get hurt. Maybe somewhere deep in my subconscious, I want to get revenge for what he did to me, want to show him exactly how it felt. Those are the only few logical explanations that I can come up with.

I don't hate Emily. I really don't. It's too hard. And I don't hate Sam, either, because now I understand what he was going through and why he had to leave. But I'm still me, you know. I'm still just your average girl. I don't let heartbreaks go that easily. If I did...then heck. I might as well be a porn star in Taiwan or something. At least they don't have to deal with the aftermath of a broken relationship.

Emily is going on a road trip for a few weeks. I don't know what me and Sam are gonna do, because it's kind of awkward now sitting in each other's presence. But I guess we'll just have to put up with it.

And maybe, just maybe, that old peanut butter and jelly sandwich that once was might be able to be reunited again. Not in a romantic sense, of course, but just in a friendly, easy way. Maybe we could do that. It doesn't seem impossible.

Well, alright. Maybe not with some milk to wash the whole sticky mess that we used to be down. Said milk would probably be a distraction of Jacob. That boy, he can sure break the awkwardness with the most random things. Perhaps he could help reconstitute us, now not as a couple, but simply as friends.

A simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, not too smushed together in a child's lunchbox, but a sandwich made on pillowy, soft bread. Maybe Wonderbread. You know. To keep us cushioned so that we don't fall apart as easily as we did last time.