A/N: A mixture of songs in the charts.

Chapter 4

Very nearly

His features were perfection, from his dark, stunning eyes to his beautiful sculpted cheek bones. His skin was a soft brown and his hair was scraped back into a ponytail, his frizzy locks bouncing out, straining the thin elastic of his band. He wore casual clothes consisting of a plain navy t-shirt (which complemented his abs brilliantly), baggy dark jeans; obviously quite new, and white sneakers with a lone sapphire stripe decorating the edge. His eyes tore into my soul, ripping me apart, and a boiling liquid seared through my limbs. It was a very unusual experience, but the most strangely pleasurable one I've ever felt. A smile broke across his face, banishing the confusion and admiration it had held.

"Hi, I'm Nahuel... You are?" He asked, his soft tone knocking me back a pace so I was speechless.

"Um, uh... My n-names Leah." I stuttered, just catching my breath.

"You don't look familiar, did you help in the war?" He asked, obviously having no trouble in finding his own words. His train of sentences were so perfectly said, so smooth, it's as if he had practiced them.

"Um, well, I, uh, came but I guess I left b-before you saw me. I didn't really stay there long." I explained, a little embarrassed over my choice of statements.

"Oh, right. Well, you eaten anything." He asked gesturing to the buffet table that was surrounded by familiar wolf faces.

"No." I lied, following him towards all the delicious looking food. I had actually eaten a whole roast dinner before coming here, had seconds, and eaten a whole chocolate cake for pudding. But as always, I still had room for more. Especially if Nahuel was involved.

Once we had gotten our food, he lead me outside and took my hand, letting me fall onto the garden swing next to him.

"So, are you a friend of the Cullens then?" I murmured pathetically, my stupid attempt at making small talk. Dad had always said that was my downfall, communicating with unfamiliar faces.

"Yeah, me and my Aunt helped them get threw the whole Volturi thing and I guess it just came from there. You?"

"What?"

"Are you a friend of the Cullen's?" As he finished the sentence I snorted, incapable of holding back the smirk.

"Definatly not." I finished abruptly, but immediately regretted it. How snottish and bitchy must that have sounded. "I mean, I don't really get along with them." His laugh almost made me swoon. It was a smooth, complete sound that made you want it to never stop.

"How long are you staying then?" I asked, quickly diverting the subject away from my relationship with the parasites.

"Um, dunno, I guess however long I like." He muttered, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

"And how long would you like to stay?" I whispered, resting my hand on his shoulder. His head snapped up, and he stared into my eyes, searching for something. The moment was magical, spectacular. Both our eyes sparkled with something undetected, and the more we stayed, the more harder it was to pull away. My breathing started to catch up as he lent forward, caressing my left cheek with the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes, centimeters away from uniting our lips.

"Ah, there you are, I've been l..." Seth trailed off as he barged through the back door, interrupting us and spoiling our romantic scene.