A/N: Need to get rid of my writer's block, I apologize if this isn't great.

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Have you ever been alone, and then, out of nowhere, you wish someone would appear and give you a giant bear hug? But no one's going to find me out here, so there's really no point in wishing. I grab a handful of sand and watch it slip through my fingers. It's pathetic that this is the one place I let down my guard and the only ones around to see the old Leah, the popular and cheerful one, are the ducks in my river.

Speaking of which, I adore this river. It's absolutely gorgeous and no one knows there even is a river in La Push. Most people think First Beach is the only body of water here. Only a very fast, relatively small wolf running blindly to get away from everything crappy in her life could ever hope to find it. There's a place along the shore where the brambles form a wall on the east and west side and the forest behind can be counted as another wall, leaving you with perfect privacy and a great view of the river. There's a narrow space for getting inside, and you get scratches all over you, but it's worth it. Ideal for thinking in peace, without rowdy wolves fighting over who ate the last of the pizza and who would pay for the next one.

Not that I care about Nathan cheating on me with...whatever her name is. I didn't even really like Nathan. I just went out with him because I got sick of being the bitter harpy of La Push. (And when you get sick of yourself being bitchy at any and everyone you meet, you know you need help.) He wasn't from around here, and didn't know about the Sam-baggage I carried, and he seemed perfect...

Yeah, well, that all went to hell. First Sam, then Jacob, now Nathan. Whoa. I blink. Where did Jacob come from? I never dated Jacob. He never broke my heart. Or any promises to me, for that matter. So why is he in the list of guys who have screwed me over? I don't like him like that.

A duck honks patronizingly from the water. Shut up, I want to tell it. Go chase a... whatever it is ducks chase. But I don't say anything. Instead, I settle for glaring at them. One of the ducklings actually swims farther away from me and I smirk proudly.

I stretch out happily on the sand, contemplating the awesomeness of the signature Clearwater glare. I'm not exaggerating; you could feel my mother's glare through the walls. I, of course, have a glare that can make the bravest leech quake in his immortal boots. It might not seem possible for sweet little Seth to even glower, but if you aggravate him enough...well. Good thing he's so unflappable.

"Lee?" a voice calls out loudly.

I jump ten feet in the air. "What the hell?" My voice goes up an octave for each word. I'd roll my eyes at myself for being such a girl, but there's only so much you can focus on while scared out of your mind. No one knows about my place. No one. So why is someone calling my name? I scan the surrounding brambles for a sign of life and spot a shirtless Jacob Black squeezing past the bracken.

My jaw drops. What. The. Crap. I may have already said this, but no one knows about this place. I tell him exactly what I think of him randomly showing up at my spot. Suddenly, the desire to be bear hugged comes back stronger than ever. I take in his chiseled chest and friendly, Jacob-y grin. He'd be perfect for bear hugging...the thought comes to my mind uninvited and I banish it quickly.

"The Alpha/beta spidey sense thing was going off in my head," he explained. "I've got the sudden urge to..." he steps closer to me, and I can't get over the fact that he's here, in a place he shouldn't know about, so I don't even think about moving away. "To do..." he's right in front of me now. Our breaths are mingling, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "This," he finishes.

A/N: Tee hee, interpretive ending!