12So, I know I'm in the middle of finishing Midnight Sun, and I promise I'm totally working on it, except not right now because I'm helping my bro and sister in law with their new baby. Annnnndddd...i'm totally cheating by creating a whole new story when I could totally be using this time to work on Midnight Sun, but I can NOT get this story out of my head. So I'm working on both of them.
I can't help it. Leah's totally my favourite character in the entire series. So I hope you like it :) And I swear I'll get crackin on Midnight Sun soon, especially when I get back home. But for now, this is a bit easier to write, so i'll gunna hop back and forth between stories I think. But yeah, anyways. Enjoy!
-moonstruckmanda
I dispise this movie.
The girl is just so painfully ordinary, bubbly to the extreme and way too happy. In the end, at least.
Yes, in the end, when she gets the guy and they live happily ever after. It's too easy to predict what'll happen, you've seen it a million times before in a million different movies. In real life, though? Possibly, if you aren't Leah Clearwater.
Which, unfortuantely, I just so happen to be.
And this girl, the overly cheery blonde, isn't. Leah Clearwater, that is. And therefore, she has her prince. Sure, she had to deal with stupid step sisters and a spoiled brat for a step mom, and a dead father...
I understand the dead father part all too well.
But in the end, it's worth it...because she gets the guy. And he stays with her.
I dispise this movie. But, I can't seem to turn it off. I know what happens, I've watched it before, seen it all "magically" unfold.
A Cinderella Story. Because there aren't enough of those.
No one's home, so I don't have to pretend like it's just a movie and I don't care. Like I'm just trying to pass the time. My brother's out, like he always is nowadays, getting into god knows what kind of trouble, but I don't care - it wasn't that long ago that I was doing the same thing. Mom's out grocery shopping, because teenage boys apparently can eat twice their weight in one meal.
So that just leaves me, alone again. And what do I choose to spend my time doing? Watch sappy love story movies that always just end up pissing me off.
I used to be like this Sam chick.
...no, not blonde. Or bubbly, for that matter. I wasn't one of those girls. But I was happy.
Was being the key word.
It was a while ago now, but I can still remember the day my own prince broke up with me. Yes, i'm aware of how pathetic it is to still be completely heartbroken after all this time. But I can't help it. I may have been young, but I was in love. And I know it was love. Still is, in fact. On my side, that is.
On his...yeaaahhh, not so much.
But whatever, right? I mean, it's not the end of the world when the love of your life suddenly dissappears, shows up two weeks later looking like death and acting like the world hates him, then leaves you for your cous...slash closest friend in the world.
...Or something.
Goddamn romance movies.
I hear him before he even reaches the driveway, because I'm apparently just that awesome. I turn the movie off quickly and sprint to the kitchen, pulling out PB & J fixins. He's running, pretty fast I might add. He should join track in school or something.
And because he's damn careless, he flings the door open roughly enough for the doorknob to make a dent in the wall it hits.
"Good job."
"Whoops." He closes the door and walks up beside me. I know what he's waiting for. I hand him a sandwhich, because he won't leave me alone if I don't.
It's odd, these past couple of days my cheery-ass brother hasn't been...well, cheery. And when I say he's cheery, I mean it. He's like Mr. Freaking Sunshine, or something. Just, not lately.
Not that I don't mind him not being cheery, because it bugs the hell out of me. All the freaking time. Its just weird.
"Where's Mom?"
"At the grocery store making sure the females of the house don't starve to death."
Believe it or not, I'm nicer to my brother than I am to anyone else.
"So where have you been?"
"Out." Oh, really? Because I totally did not notice that.
"Ouuuttt...?"
"Just with a couple...friends." So specific. Whatever. I roll my eyes and take a bite of my sandwhich, then another, because my first bite made me realize exactly how hungry I am. I bet I could give Seth a run for his money.
Seth's already working on his third sanwhich when his head snaps up and to the left. His eyebrows pull together, and he heaves a big sigh.
"What?"
"I'm gunna go take a walk. See you later." Liar. Liaaaarrrrr. I can always tell when he lies. His ears get slightly darker than they usually are.
"Can I come with?" If I go back to that movie, I'll be in a bad mood for the rest of the weekend.
"No," well, don't I feel the love. He just grabs another sandwhich and goes right back out the door.
So, back to A Cinderella Story it is, then.
It's at the part where Sam is in the boy's locker room, yelling at the Austin kid for being a complete douchebag, that the door opens.
So much for my awesome ears.
And because I just assume it's my brother, I keep watching the movie. No point in trying to hide that I'm watching a teenie bopper romantic comedy now.
My assumptions are proven correct when he walks across the hall, but I hear more footsteps. Ugh. There's just something so annoying about younger sibling's friends. They stare... a lot. But the footsteps are slow, and I notice as my brother's passing, he glances at me, and his expression is...nervous? Scared?
Nervous, correct. Scared, rightly so. He should be. Because just then, his 'friend' walks up behind him, following him to the direction of his room. And that 'friend', looks at me as he's walking by, and nods his head.
"Leah."
"Sam."
I'm sure he could feel the waves of anger rolling off of me. But this time, they weren't directed at him.
Well, not all of it.
No, this time, it was at my brother.
My brother.
The only person, besides Sam, who's seen me cry over this very person. Not even my mother knows exactly how hurt I felt when he left me. But Seth, my dear beloved brother, who I trust Oh so Fucking much, knows not exactly how I felt, but knows that I was...am hurting. Bad.
And here he is, bringing the cause of my pain into my living room.
And as I'm glaring at him, my hands begin to shake. They just stand there, staring at me. Seth looks apologetic. Sam looks uncomfortable and confused. And what the hell is he confused about? I'm sure he knows all too well exactly why I'm pissed. I mean, sure, I've never glared at him like he's some freaking demon come straight from hell to torture me, but he hasn't been in my house since...
I can't even remember.
Since he loved me back.
They're still staring at me. Just standing there, and Seth is starting to fidget nervously. Time to break up the awkward silence and get myself the hell out of here.
"I'm going for a walk."
And then I leave, and the fresh moist air outside calms me down a small bit.
Or maybe it's the fact that I'm not being stared at by my ex that calms me down. Whichever, it's working.
Seth is so going to die tommorow.
Alright, hope you like it :) I don't own twilight, btw.
Unfortunately.
Ttyl :)