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popsicles and model cars

Jacob and Leah's relationship goes way back before the werewolf gene kicked in. Oneshot


1. Chapter 1

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Leah was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, her black hair swirling around her head and her tiny hands folded in her lap. She curled her knees up to her chest and peeked behind her bangs at the younger boy across the street.

At the age of eight, Leah was abnormally outgoing, always flaunting off a brightly colored hat or a necklace she made the day before in any form of a social gathering. Her sloppily painted toes, by her own untrained hand, curled in anticipation, her muscles nearly bouncing.

She heard a snort, which was actually more like a fleeting giggle, behind her and she turned around to face her little brother whose mouth was plastered with chocolate ice cream. She rolled her eyes dramatically before turning her attention back to the boy a mere twenty feet away from her.

He was building something-that Leah had identified as a model car after a few minutes of scrutiny-and was almost finished as far as Leah could tell. She was tracking his progress for the last few days, and when she normally would had ran up to talk to him, she kept her ground. She didn’t want to get in the way of his work.

“Leah has a boyfriend!” Seth squealed, clapping his hands together and jumping up and down like the lunatic Leah was convinced he was. Leah pushed him away before sticking her tongue out at him.

“Do you even know what a boyfriend is,” Leah retorted. She grinned when the flash of annoyance raced across Seth’s face. He scrambled next her before staring up at her with his huge, baby eyes.

“Nuh-uh! I do know what a boyfriend is!” he insisted, making wild arm gestured with his stubby arms. “I saw a girl teasing another one about it. She was pointing to a boy who the girl was talking to earlier. And she said ‘He is a boy who just happens to be you’re friend!’ or something like that. And he,” Seth said, panting since he ran out of breath while pointing to the boy across the street. “Is a boy who ‘just happens’ to be your friend!” he crossed his arms over his chest, obviously proud at his logic. Leah just laughed before standing up to get a popsicle inside.

“I don’t even know who he is,” she mocked before flicking Seth’s nose. He wrinkled his face up at her, but got tired of teasing her and ran to play with his truck that he left out the day before. Leah sighed before hopping up the front steps and into the house.

The next day, Leah was in the same position as before, but this time her mind wandered from the boy across the street, finishing up the final touches of his model car. Her mouth hung in a frown, reminded that she didn’t even know this boy one bit. His name? His age? She narrowed her eyes, wishing that she approached him before this day so she might have possibly gotten to know him better.

Instead of sitting on the curb like she did every day in the past, she jumped up and ran across the street, ignoring her prior warning of her mother to look both ways. She felt her long hair flow behind her, as if trying to draw her back to her front lawn. She was momentarily guilty for disobeying her mother’s orders to no wander off, but she forgot them at the moment.

The boy was leaning over his car, his round, childlike face ceased in concentration. She stared at him for a moment before flopping down next to him, getting her white pants dirty. The boy looked up, his bright eyes shinning with curiosity.

“Hi!” he yelped and hopped up. Leah was reminded of her little brother for a moment before the boy in front of her bombarded her with so many questions she almost forgot why she came over to him in the first place. “I’m Jacob! What’s your name? Where do you live? Do you want to play with me? Do-”

“I’m Leah,” she said quickly, hoping to shut the kid up. He smiled at her, a milk mustache above his lips.

“Hi! I’m Jacob!” he said enthusiastically. Leah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You already said that,” she muttered, but Jacob wasn’t listening.

“Hey, did you see my car?” he asked suddenly. Leah nodded, reminded why she walked over to him. His grin grew with pride. “I built it all by my self!” he boasted. He went on to show her how the remote control worked, how to steer, what he had to finish and many other tid bits he threw in.

“Wow,” she whispered, amazed that a kid so young could do this. She probably would have lost interests in at that point if she built it herself.

“Here,” Jacob giggled, handing her a paint brush. “Want to help me finish painting it?”

Leah was basking in the sun, fifteen years old and almost a freshman in high school. She held a smoldering wrench in her hand, the black metal soaking up so much heat Leah swore she could fry an egg on it.

Her tank top was covered in grease as were her legs, arms face and practically every other part of her body. Beside her, Jacob was screwing in something-Leah thought it was a bolt of some sort-while thinking to himself out loud.

Leah groaned, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “How can repairing a dirt bike be so messy?” she wondered, wrinkling her nose in distaste at her oil-spotted skin. Jacob just laughed, filling Leah is flutters of joy. She smiled along with him, wishing that school did not start have to start in only a week or so. She spent her whole summer with Jacob and she found it very rewarding.

Jacob wiped his hands on a soiled towel before giving up on that and wiping them on his jeans. “I warned you before hand that I was going to try to attach a motor to the bike,” he chuckled, throwing the towel at Leah. She shrieked before tossing it right back at him. She scrambled to her feet before holding her hands up in truce.

“As content as you may be soaked in grim,” she grumbled. “I am going to take a shower.” She started to amble back to her house, but a call from Jacob stopped her short.

“Be back in an hour and maybe we can get the motor running!”

Leah didn’t need to answer him, he already knew what it was. She would be back, with popsicles in tow.