This is a story about Sam breaking up with Leah and her dealing with it. Maybe, someday, there will be someone to be the one for her... please review! this is the same story as my other one, it's just that it wasn't working so i had to delete it... sorry!
hi!! this is my story... i hope you like it! please review, i don't care what kind! this is my first longish story, so please review with any kind of constructive criticism or tips! i love reviews!
5. Chapter 5
Rating 5/5 Word Count 842 Review this Chapter
Sam took out his ringing phone. He flipped it open without looking at the caller ID.
"Leah?!? Where are you? Come home! Everyone is so worried!"
"Relax," Leah said calmly. "I just called to say I’m coming home. I’ll be back within a week. Bye!"
"Wait- but-," Sam said, but was cut off by Leah shutting her phone. "What the heck?" he asked himself, them set off towards Seth’s house.
He knocked on the door twice, and then it was opened.
"Sam? What is it?" asked Seth.
"Leah just called me."
"I know, I thought it was weird too. And you should have heard how happy she sounded! She said she was coming home. I hope this means she’s not mad at me anymore."
"She’s coming home?" Seth asked disbelievingly.
"Within a week, apparently."
"Okay, thanks!" Seth said then walked back into the house, yelling "Mom! Guess what!"
Sam walked away, feeling very confused.
She shut her phone again, and then went down the elevator to wait outside. Five minutes later Bujia appeared.
"Hey!" she greeted him.
"I was thinking... We’re still going to go back to La Push, aren’t we?" she asked.
"If you want to"
"I do. When do you wanna go? I was thinking now."
"That sounds great. I’ll go get my stuff. I’ll be back as soon as I can," he promised.
"Okay. Sorry I keep sending you back and forth."
"It’s okay." he laughed.
"Okay! I’ll be right here." she said. He walked away, and she went upstairs to pack all of her few possessions. She was too impatient to use the elevator, so she ran down the stairs. She sat on a bench outside the motel and took out her iPod. Fifteen minutes later, Bujia came back.
"Ready to go?" he asked. "I canceled our positions at the store."
"Thanks. I’m ready," she told him. "I have a question, though. Why hasn’t anyone sensed you phase?"
"Probably because I’ve been too far away. And now that I’m close enough to be sensed, I haven’t phased in a really long time. I haven’t had to. They’ll probably sense me if I phased now," he told her. "But I how do you feel about stealing a car? We can get it back to them eventually."
"That sounds good," Leah said. They stole a black little sports car and set off for La Push. They drove for two days, taking turns driving and napping. Occasionally, they would stop for food. During this time, they learned more about each other and grew closer. When they reached Forks, they left the sports car on the side of the road. They then walked the rest of the way, hand-in-hand.
It had been three days. He wondered where she had been. Then he saw her. She was holding hands with someone else and smiling. She felt a wave happiness. Leah deserved someone to be happy with. She finally saw him and started walking over.
"Hi, Sam," she said. "This is Bujia"
"Hi... nice to meet you Bujia," he said and shook hands. "Sorry, but I have to go. Maybe I’ll see you later."
"Yeah, okay," Leah said and he walked away.
"That was interesting," she said as she walked away.
"Yea. Well, let’s go meet your mom and brother."
"Okay. Come on, I live this way," she said and led him down her street. "Here. Come on," she said and walked through the door.
"Leah! Oh- and-, who is this?" her mom said.
"This is-" she started to say.
"Leah! You’re here! Woah... who’s that?" Seth cut in.
"This is Bujia. We imprinted. He’s a werewolf too. He’s Paul Whitling’s son. Remember him?"
"Really? Well, that’s lovely! Would you like a room? We have a guest room! "
"That would be great, thanks, Ms. Clearwater," he said respectfully.
"Oh, sure, sure," she said. "It’s right here."
"I have to go do something," Leah announced. "I’ll be right back."
"Okay, sweetie. I’ll make some dinner," said her mom.
"‘Kay, thanks, Mom," Leah said and walked out the door. She took a left and headed towards Sam’s house. She knocked on the door and Emily answered.
"Leah? What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Em. I came to talk to you and Sam," Leah told her.
"Okay... let me go get Sam. You can have a seat in the living room," she said. Then she turned and called "Sam? Leah’s here and she wants to talk." Leah sat down in a red armchair and waited for Sam to come down. Emily came back into room and Sam followed not to far afterwards. They sat on the couch.
"Hi Sam... Emily," Leah said awkwardly. "I just wanted to talk to you. I’m so sorry. I know how right both of you are for each other, and I just made both of you feel bad."
"Leah, I’m sorry too," Sam said. "I’m sorry I just left you like that. It just didn’t work. I’m glad you found Bujia to make you happy."
"About Bujia... he’s a werewolf of our pack too. We both imprinted on each other."
"Really? That’s interesting," Sam said.
"And, Emily, you’re still my favorite cousin. I love you still," Leah said.
"Me too," she said.
"Friends?" Sam said, offering his hand to her.
"Friends," she said and took his hand and shook it with a smile.