And Yet.
No one ever knew about Leah and Jasper.
No one was ever supposed to find out.
It was wrong, it was unacceptable. Sam would kill her, Jake would kill her, Seth would kill her. Hell, the whole freakin' reservation would come after her with torches and pitchforks.
But it didn't matter.
No one was ever supposed to know about Jasper and Leah.
No one could find out.
It was wrong, unacceptable, improper.
Not to mention what would happen if Alice found out. Her whole little dancing frilly world would crash, and he couldn't bare to hurt her.
And yet…
He couldn't help it.
He didn't even know why he loved Leah. He was curious, though. What about the damn rain?
She would never tell him, he was sure of it.
This time, though, it was Jasper in the rain.
Not dancing of course, Jasper wouldn't be caught dead dancing.
Then again, neither would Leah.
And yet…
They had caught each other.
Yes, their Jasper sat. Leah found him sitting against a strong tree. The rain had already darkened and soaked through her long hair. She leaned over; one arm holding the tree kept her standing, balancing on one foot. Her hair dripped on the shoulder of his white shirt. Of course, he already knew she was their.
"Leah."
She loosened her arm and swung around, sitting next to him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked up at his face, eyes more innocent than they had any right to be.
And yet…
At that moment, they had every right in the world. He couldn't stand it.
He leaned down and kissed her for the briefest moment. She wasn't even sure it happened.
Blinking rain out of her eyes, she looked up at him with wonder. Surely they were only friends.
And yet…
It was so much more. So much more than Alice or Sam could ever change. So much more that would forever go unspoken.
And yet…
Some how it didn't matter, because poor Alice's world would come crashing down if this was all real.
Jasper stood up and sprinted off into the house, leaving Leah all alone.
Leah used to love the rain.
And yet…
She really couldn't say that anymore.
What did you guys think of this one? It feels like it's turning into a series. This isn't a good place to permanently end it, and I want to do a lot more before I actually answer poor Jasper's question ("Why the rain?") but I do have an answer. And I think you'll like it. = Remember, reviews = happy ego. Happy ego = creative ideas. Creative ideas – procrastination = MORE CHAPTERS! So, in case that made little to no sense, review often.
Thank you!
Much love and Happy Holidays,
~TurtleMoose
P.S. If one of you reminds me, I'll write a holiday-themed chapter in December.