This is just the sequel to the Blackwater Conversation.
I was kind of in love when I read it again so, here you go. 3
"Sup, jackass?" Leah said, strolling in my room at 3:00 A.M.
"Why're you here?" I grumbled, trying to sit up.
"Chill, asswipe. I told you I would come back," she smiled and pushed me back down on the bed. I grumbled and fell back down. She sat on the floor beside me, indian style. She placed her one arm by my head and the other one was rubbing my casted arm.
I smiled, "You know I cant feel that, right?"
"Yeah, I got that," she said, not moving her hand away.
"Okay then," I laughed and closed my eyes.
"Why's Sam such an ass to me?" She asked, waking me slightly.
"Probably because you're such a bitch to him?" I said as a question.
"Maybe. but I have a reason to be a bitch, what's his reason for being a dickwad?"
"Probably easier for him to be cussed at then to be..well cussed at for different reasons." I saw her flinch but o'well. It was true.
"Well, I do hate him."
"No you dont," I sighed.
"I KNOW!" She groaned before falling onto her back. I leaned over the bed to look at her.
"It's okay though. If it helps. I still love the girl that is in love with our mortal enemy."
"Yeah, that is probably close or worser than my problem."
"Is worser a word?" I asked, leaning back on my bed.
"Probably not, o'well." It was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "Do you want anything?"
"Eh, not really. After you barged in, I'm not so tired anymore," I said, rolling my eyes. She sat up and looked at me. Her eyes were so beautiful...
WOW! DUDE. STOP! I told myself. I looked away to look out the window. She sighed and got up.
"Where're you going bambi?" I asked, turning to look at her. She was by my closet, pulling sheets out.
"I'm sleeping over. My mom doesnt give a shit and Billy doesnt either. Plus, I want to keep a good eye on my Alpha," She was winking. She layed the blankets down, along with an old pillow. She went to my dresser and pulled some of my old basketball shorts out. I have seen Leah naked plenty of times but I think it would be better if she wouldn't get undressed in my room.
"Leah..."
"Oh, come on! I am changing my pants, chill," she said, shaking out of her little shorts. I looked at her legs. They were a perfect tan color, going on for miles until it reached her perfectly round ass. Her underwear said 'BE HAPPY!' on the butt and they were yellow. I watched the yellow fabric disappear under a red color. They might have disappeared but other things were popping up.
"At least we know you're not paralyzed," She said. I growled and she just laughed. She layed down on the floor. Something was moving at the end of the blanket.
"Leah, what're you doing?"
"What-oh, you mean rubbing my feet together?" I nodded, "I do that in order to go to sleep. Either that or rock the bed," my eyes glazed over at the image of Leah 'rocking the bed', "Seriously Jake? Put Mr. Scruffy away," She laughed and flipped over onto her other side. I sighed and turned the way she did so that, if I looked down, I saw her round ass.
Of course my eyes stayed down...
So, what'd you think? (:
