Disclaimer: I'm struggling to pass my English exams. Do you really think I could write something as good as twilight?

Authors note:Now I know that you all hate me like a million times over but really? Some of you must have stories that you never update. If not I'm really, really sorry.

Leah's Point of View.

(L's PoV):

Stupid. How could I think that Sam would let me go just because his imprint was already there? The son of a gun had no emotion. Cross your fingers that Emily doesn't get preggers. Those children will be deprived; and fat. The only thing Emily can cook is eggs and muffins. Looking through a magazine in the waiting room I sip my stone cold coffee.

"'The 'pregnant man' eah?" Paul laughed. "I didn't know you were that desperate."

"Leave me alone Paul." I say not looking up from my magazine.

"You're supposed to be working."

"I'm on a coffee brake."

"Sam gives coffee breaks?" He asks.

"Sam doesn't know," I smile. Looking up, I glare at him, "and he's not going to."

"Ohoo." Paul laughs. "Little Lee-Lah not living to Sam's expectations?"

I laugh at his sing song voice. "Why should I? He hasn't lived up to mine?"

"That's the spirit. Knock him down a peg." Paul sits down next to me and punches my arm. "Show him whose boss."

I glare at him. "He is the boss Paul."

Paul looks at me. "He doesn't have to be."

I sigh. "Yeah but we both know that Jake's not up to it."

"He doesn't have to be." Paul repeats.

I frown. What is he talking about? "You're not making any sense."

"Yeah well," Paul sighs, getting up, "I rarely do."

Jarred rushes in behind the office door. "Hey guys? Sam's is about to blow a gasket if you two don't get in here immediately. Apparently the phones are going off the hook. Some crash down near the highway."

"That's a good thing?" I ask.

Jarred shrugs. "It's busnius."

I look at him while he closes the door. "And so is drug dealing." Paul mumbles.

I crack up laughing; sliding off the chair and on to the floor. Head snapped back, eyes glowing. It has been a while since the last time I had such a good time. Funny how Paul was the one to give me the chance to breathe again.

Hands on his hips Paul just looks down at me smirking. "Are you finished?" I grin cheekily, shaking my head. "Oh? And pray tell when you are?"

I lean forward, legs crossed. I am on such a coffee high. "NEVER!" lunging towards Paul, I tackle him to the ground. Then I let my fingers do the talking. I move them swiftly into his stomach, under his armpits and over his neck. He screams like a girl.

"Stop! Stop!" He begs.

"Wow," I laugh, never stopping, "I never knew that the grate almighty Paul screamed like a girl when he got a bit of action."

"That's not fair Leah; Stop." Paul cries.

"No." I smile; enjoying the power I have.

"Stop. Stop! STOP!" Paul laughs, pushing the coffee table into the wall with his leg, almost making a dent.

"Stop."

Silence. I freeze. Paul is still. We're both holding our breath. Shoot.

"What is going on in here?" I turn to face Sam. Bad idea; he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel.

I mumble something incoherent.

"What was that Lee-lee?" Sam sneered.

I swear to the ancestors, I hated that name.

"Tickling," I say barely audible.

Sam raises his eyebrows at Paul, causing him to hunch his shoulders in shame; like he's been caught kissing his best friends girl. "Is that so Paul?" Paul nods, not looking at anyone, "and do tell me why you two are in the waiting room?"

Paul sighs, looks Sam in the eye and says, "We were on a coffee break."

Sam's eyebrows were almost off his head. "I don't give coffee breaks."

"We know." I say. Knowing this was not the time to laugh, but breathing heavily trying to keep it in anyway. This probably was not the best. I was looking like I was panting after, err-hem, stuff.

"I sent Jarred in to get you ten minutes ago." Sam raged.

"Three." I mumbled; but of curse, him with his supper, wolf-like hearing heard me.

"Excuse me?" I didn't answer. Sam was furious. "Get out of my sight." He pointed to the door. "Go to the office and answer the phones where you belong."

I sigh. Giving one last glance to Paul, I leave him to Sam all by himself. Stupid Sam; everyone knew that I was the best mechanic next to Jake. But no, I was only called for if we were busy; which was never. Not that I minded. I hated cars, ever since dad died. Probably before that, I just didn't have the heart to tell him. It was kind of our thing. What I really wanted to do was open up a kitchen on the side of the motorway, like 'Starbucks', except more cakey. I was the real backer of the family, I just didn't have time anymore; what with patrol and work… and having to deal with Sam. That guy just didn't know when to let go. Ha; ironic. Wasn't that supposed to be me? I suppose I would still be pining after him if it weren't for Jake; Ah, Jake

I hear yelling and after a while Sam walks out with his head held high, like he has just taken down the wall of china. I glare at him as he walks past. Slowly after him, Paul walks out, broken and frustrated he shuffles up to me. He opens his mouth to speak.

"Ring! Ring!"

I sigh, roll my eyes, "One sec." I say holding up a finger. Queue the fake happy, smiley voice. "Hello, La Push motors. Leah Clearwater speaking, how may I be of assistance?" Paul laughs and I switch to a more offending finger. "M-hum. Yeah. Let me just check that." I type in the client's details, "Ok that won't be too hard to arrange Mr. Ateara, M-hum. See you at the next counsel bomb fire."
I hang up the phone. "I've got to get out of here." I mumble; Paul just nods his head sympathetically. "Sam has to understand that even though were a pack we're still individual people and he can't just control our lives like that. Hell! I was gonna leave this town like a bat out of hell as soon as I left that poor excuse of a High School."

"Oh come on Leah, it wasn't that bad," Paul sighs, "from what I remember you were quiet the celebrity."

"That was two years ago!" I point out. "You and Sam where seniors while I was a sophomore. Hell, my accomplishments were spread to Forks. No one got a senior as a boyfriend when they were in sophomore. It wasn't herd of; and I was getting married to him! My childhood sweetheart! That was a teenage girls dream! Then he goes and hooks up with my older, sexier cousin!" I bang my head against the filing cabinet. "I guess age really does matter." Crap, I was never going to get Jacob. "When Sam left it broke my heart, I went into a depression, only a few friends stayed with me but we never spoke. Then I phased; no one wants to hang around a Bitch that feels sorry for herself," I lifted my head and looked at Paul, "And that was all I was."

"You need to get out of here." Paul tells me.
I sigh. "I can't. Sam won't give me leave."
"Just go." He whispers. "Go; and I'll take care of the rest."
I raise my eyebrows. "Seriously?"
"Your shift ends at three; I'll cover your patrols; take Seth and drive!" Paul says, leaning in so he won't be heard. "By the time Sam finds out you'll be with Emily and he won't be able to say no."
"I can't," I say, "Mum will need the truck."
"Then pack up the station wagon."

I just look at him. The station wagon was Dads and my car. We both worked on that classic. Everything happened in that car. My first kiss. My first driver's lesson. My first speeding ticket. My first marriage proposal; then after that losing my virginity. Of cause I tried no to think about that. Here Sam was, promising forever; then a matter of weeks latter imprinting my cousin. That way my dad couldn't go after his balls sneaky son of a bitch. I even almost phased in that car. After having a fight with dad I ran out of the car shaking; then; in a matter of seconds I phased. Gave dad such a shock that his heart gave out. I had so many firsts in that car, but I think dad toped all of them after dying in it. Selfish basted. No one had touched the car since; it had been just sitting in the garage, rusting away. It would be a wonder if it still ran; then again, it was us who worked on it. Once dad and I got a car rolling it wouldn't stop.

I looked at Paul. "I...I...I can't," I whisper, "Paul, you know I can't."
Paul is leaning in so close that his breath is on my face. "I know you can do it Lee-Lee; and so do you. Come on Clearwater. Do it. Take the plunge; and while you're doing that. Take a deep breath."

The little alarm clock on my table beeps, telling me it's the end of the day. I lean in and kiss Paul in the corner of his mouth. There are no sparks, just gratitude. I grab my bag, hanging off my chair and briskly walk to the door, not looking back.

"That's the Leah I use to know." I hear Paul breath.

But then...

I'm gone.

Conclusion. - Hope you like it. I have no idea how long it's been since I've last posted; in fact I'm not even sure if I've already posted this. I've edited it anyway. Got a bit emotional near the end I must say. Don't know if it's good enough. Hopefully it is. Give me feedback. What do you want to see? What do you hate? I get that most of you love me but really? There must be something that gets on your nerves. Are the characters right? I know you hate me now that Leah kissed Paul but I ashore you that it was strictly professional (whatever that means. How can a kiss be professional?) Keep up the reviews even though I don't keep up the posting.

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