Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

[Lily Allen-Littlest Thing


Sophomore

"You are soo incredibly stubborn, Leah!"

"And you are such a naïve little pushover, Sam Uley! You knew that girl was trying to get in your pants and you didn't even do anything about it!" I poked at your stomach accusingly, which I think did more damage to my poor finger than you.

You grew over the summer. You were taller and more muscular. Your hair was still a mess, but in that handsome windswept sort of way, and you definitely dressed a lot better. I noticed, as did the whole female population at La Push High.

"C'mon, don't be like this! She just wanted my opinion on the new cheerleading uniform, that's all! It wasn't my fault!"

"It never is your fault! That whole 'mysterious, closet romantic' persona is very appealing to young girls these days, you know! And would it kill you to wear a shirt that didn't accentuate all your muscles?! You know that that is your sexy shirt!"

You looked so cute when you were confused.

"You think this shirt makes me look sexy?"

"UGH!" I'd always walk away and you'd always come after me. You used to anyway.

"Leah, please stop being like this! It's prom tonight and I really don't want to argue!"

"This is how I am, and if you're so worried about your precious prom, then why don't you go ask little Miss Double D's over there instead? You guys can continue your fascinating conversation on how her uniform makes her boobs look like balloons!"

It was a wonder how we've stayed together for so long. I was the hot-tempered tomboy, and you were the sensitive pretty boy. In short, we tend to butt heads a lot, but one thing that did keep us together was the fact that we were crazy about each other.

I remember sitting in my room, contemplating if I should get ready for prom, as planned, or sit in my room staring daggers at my dress. The decision was simple—I would give up anything for you, even a whole evening of moping, just to make you happy.

I opened the door just as you were about to knock. (Funny how things work out) I was going to race to your house and apologize, but seeing you in that black and white tux took my breath away and made me feel dizzy.

"Leah! Um…"

I'm not sure if you were aware of how amusing you looked when you struggled to find your words while shuffling your feet with your head bent low. I loved it.

"Yes?"

"imsorry" You mumbled.

"What was that?"

"immsorryyy"

"huh??"

"I'm sorry, goddamnit!"

I smiled. "We can still make it to prom—let me get ready really quick!" I turned to run up the stairs but you pulled me into a tight hug, snuggling your face into my hair.

"Sam, you feeling okay?"

"Mmm…you ran away from me, I barely got to see you today." You were such a whiner, and yet I still found myself melting at your words.

"C'mon, Sam, I need to get ready if you still want to go."

"Just go in that! I don't want to let go." Your grip tightened around me. I laughed. "You'll still be the prettiest girl there anyway."

I bit my bottom lip to control the massive smile threatening to escape.

"You're such a little cheeseball," I said as I pushed you away, but you quickly enveloped me into your arms again.

You smiled that devastatingly stunning smile of yours. "Let's promise to never ever fight again!" You suggested.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that we'd be in another heated argument the next day.

"If I say yes, will you let me get ready?"

You nodded.

"Ok then, yes—SAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You picked me up and started racing for my room.

"I'm going to help you get ready! You take too long and frankly, I am a very impatient man."

You tripped over your eager feet and we both fell to the floor.

"Some man…" I giggled on the floor and poked your muscles. You pouted and refused to get up. I laughed and rested my head on your chest. "Let's stay like this forever."

You instantly softened and wrapped your arms around me, affectionately. "Forever."

Funny how forever is so much shorter these days…