He had missed 3 days of school.

She kept thinking of taking the little box out of his locker, but she was worried that someone might catch sight of the big red words on the box and tell him anyway. The day that he did come back to school she snatched the box out of his locker before he caught sight of her.

It was after-school by the time she saw him again, she went up to him and slammed the white box into his warm chest, the obnoxiously large letters facing up at him reading "Happy Valentines Jacob!"

Oh um... thanks Leah... he said with a dumbstruck look on his face.

He tore open the wrapping to reveal a makeup box. Um... do I need this? he sated waving the box in the air.

NO! NO! It's only the box, just open it will you? I don't have all day. she hid her nerves behind fake irritation.

If you say so "Dairy Queen" His eyebrow cocked up.

Oh shut up and open it! She didn't have to fake the irritation now, it just came naturally, she was after-all talking to Jacob here. And I'm not a Drama Queen. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Sure, sure. his hands flew up in a defensive manner, he knew she could get very violent when angry.

He slowly -- no --agonizingly slowly opened the box, stuck his hand inside, and pulled out a wilted rose. Thanks for the dead flower? he said while rubbing the back of his neck. Is this like a death threat or something?

She had given him a healthy blood red rose in full bloom, but since he had missed 3 days of school... it had wilted.

Aw crap! She covered her red face in her hands. Jacob still held the flower loosely between his hands. I just... it wasn't supposed to be dead and well... yeah.... I didn't know what to get you okay! She finally shouted out in frustration.

Yeah but isn't it the guy thats supposed to give the girl flowers? He awkwardly held the flower- not quite an arms length away from him, but still close. You know, maybe I should just give it to you, since I suck and didn't get you anything for Valentines. With that he handed her the single brownish red rose. Even though it wasn't that big of a show of affection, they both were blushing like mad.

As she was walking down the hall, flower cradled to her chest she saw Quil as he walked down the middle school halls.

He had this weird expression on his face, it was all scrunched up, almost like he was about to sne-.

WHA-CHOO!

His flying spit from the sneeze had all landed on Leah's chest, or better said, her now wilting, damp, rose.

She ended up stuffing the now gross smelling and looking flower into Sam's locker, foraging a note from Emily so that he wouldn't question it. She just hoped Emily would play along if he ever asked her about it.

Even though that was the end of the rose. she walked down the halls with a spring in her step for the rest of the week. And on Saturday morning, Jacob had gone to her house and given her a small peck on the cheek, saying that he still owed her a gift.


Leah shook her head.

That had happened 11 years ago, and yet she still remembers it with perfect clarity. She turns over in the covers to look at the man lying next to her.

So different from the boy in her memories, but still exactly the same.

She wouldn't have traded the world for Jacob Black, no matter how weird their romance can be.


Hi! Yes this 2 - shot is actually based off an experience of my own that happened only a few months ago ... ^_^ embarrassing, but kinda cute? (at least to me it was) Tell me if you thought it was even fluffy at all?

Anyways, new topic, I was wondering if anyone out there reading my stories was interested in beta'ing for me? I would just like someone to read through my stories whenever I make a new one, and maybe help me fix my plot, or sentences, grammar, etc.

If your interested, PM me! Well, either that or email me at : ishha 14 at yahoo . com [without spaces]

Thanks for reading this! As always Read and Review! (that or I'll send Quill and his horrible allergies to go and ruin one of your fluffy romantic moments ;)

-Anastasia