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Saturday, December 5, 2009

When Destiny Calls - Chapter 1

So I needed a little motivation to continue writing my Sam/Emily/Leah fanfic amidst all of the crap going on in my life. LOL Not only were there pictures like these of Chaske (see pictures below):

Photo courtesy of Hollywood Reporter

Photo courtesy of Screen Rush

Photo courtesy of EclipseMovie and Lainey Gossip

...but there are also the activities of a certain @WolfzSam and of course the original Sam in my heart @WerewolfSam from the Twitter Cullens that get my heart a-pumpin... ::swoon::

So in the quest to finish something I started so long ago, I'm posting chapters that are done for anyone who wants a little more Sam than the movies or books had the decency to give us. So, without further ado, the first chapter of my fanfic When Destiny Calls...

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight-related material. I'm just borrowing Sam for a bit... ;)

Chapter One – Normal


I heard a soft murmur in my ear as I opened my eyes halfway, slowly, lazily. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was, stretching my body as the muscles strained underneath. My hand absently reached out and I quickly remembered, feeling the grainy sand against my fingertips.

Second Beach.

I turned my head to the side and opened my eyes fully now. Leah was kneeling towards me, a small smile on her beautiful face.

“Hi,” she whispered playfully.

“Hi, yourself,” I answered, just as softly. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not that long, about a half hour. I didn’t want to wake you.” She gazed at me sheepishly.

I groaned as I felt another stretch coming on and let out an involuntary yawn.

“What’ve you been doing all this time?”

“Oh you know, just sitting here…” she trailed off, color rising in her cheeks.

“Just sitting there, huh?” I was teasing her, enjoying the way her lashes fluttered when she was embarrassed.

“Well, I, uh…”

I looked at her, grinning widely.

“Oh alright, already. I like watching you sleep,” she admitted grudgingly. “There, you happy now?”

Her eyes flared in my direction and that was all it took for me pull her close, as she struggled playfully, feebly against my grip.

“Yeah, happy…” I murmured in her ear. I felt her relax into my arms as we watched the gray waters ripple with the tide, the waves crashing against the shore.

It was nearly noon when we finally started packing everything up, the sun blazing uncharacteristically bright. Leah stood next to the truck, her raven hair blowing around her face in slow motion as the cool breeze swirled in the air around us.

I paused, the water cooler still in my hands, frozen in place as I watched her. Her eyes squinted against the sunlight, moving her hand across her face to brush the long dark strands away. It always seemed to amaze me how quickly she took my breath away.

Leah and I had been inseparable since high school. I can still remember the way she looked when I saw her that warm summer day at Harry Clearwater’s house, the scrawny kid replaced by a growing woman.

She had been fourteen then, still a child in some ways, but I couldn’t get past how much she had grown up since I’d last seen her. I was only fifteen, myself, inexperienced with things like girls and the whole dating thing. I had talked to her a few times before because our families knew each other fairly well, but all of a sudden I had started feeling insecure and nervous every time I was around her. I could barely form complete sentences, trying to make small talk as I tried to close the gap between us.

I would find any excuse to see her, sometimes running errands for my mom when she needed something brought to the Clearwaters or helping Harry out when he needed an extra hand around the place. I used to see her from the corner of my eye while I pretending to be occupied with whatever escapade I had thought up that day, mooning over her the moment she walked away.

She was the one that broke the ice about what was happening between us. The months we’d spent talking and constantly being in each other’s company still hadn’t afforded me the guts to tell her how I felt. I was mesmerized by her and for the longest time, I never imagined, never even entertained the thought, that she would want me that way. So Leah, being the force that she was, confronted me about it and I was cornered into confessing just how strongly my feelings had developed. The anxiety only dissipated when I read her eyes and realized that she had felt the same way. It’s been a little over three years and we’ve been joined at the hip ever since.

She gradually became aware that I was watching her and turned to face me, a quizzical expression on her face. She suddenly looked self-conscious, something only I was able to bring out of her.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, sticking her tongue out at me. I snapped back to reality and slid the water cooler into the truck bed, shutting the door behind it.

“No, there’s nothing on your face,” I answered, laughter in my eyes. “I was just wondering how you could stand there, not knowing how beautiful you are.”

She blushed deeply, her russet skin glowing as the sun’s rays disappeared behind the clouds.

“Mom? Seth? We’re back! Is anyone home?” Leah stepped through the front door of her house as I walked behind her, carrying the sleeping bags we had brought out on the beach with us.

Seth strolled in, a goofy grin spread across his face as he looked at Leah with a mocking expression.

“Ooooh… you’re in trouble…” he taunted in a sing-song voice. “You’re gonna get it when Mom gets home!”

“What do you mean I’m in trouble?” she retorted, annoyed. “I told Mom I wouldn’t be home until today. You were right there when she said it was okay. I mean, it’s not like this is the first time we’ve spent the night at the beach.”

“Uh huh, sure. I’d be careful what you say when she comes back. She’s not too happy with the two of you right now.” He made a couple of tsk tsk sounds before he flew out the door.

“The two of us? Now what did I do?” I laughed as she rolled her eyes, showing that she didn’t have the slightest concern about what her brother had just said.

“Ugh, it’s probably nothing and Seth’s just overreacting. C’mon, let’s put this stuff away so that we don’t give her any ammunition to start with.” She laughed nervously as she started picking up the stuff from the floor.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me. Her face registered a look of surprise, giggling as she turned towards me, looking directly into my eyes. I felt the strange flutter in my stomach as she pressed her forehead against my chin, her breathing even and content.

My hands moved to her face, tracing the soft curve of her jaw with my thumb, completely dumbfounded by her beauty. My fingers continued to trace the shape of her face, running along her perfect cheekbones, down the tip of her nose, and finally across the length of her full lips, like I was trying to remember the flawlessness of every feature. I ran my other hand through her hair, brushing the strands away from her eyes.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” I asked her softly. Wonder filled my senses, making it hard for me to breathe.

She snorted, a teasing grin displayed across her face. “Oh I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”

“Oh were you, now? Well, what’ve you come up with?” I felt her breath quicken as I continued to run my thumb along the outer jut of her jaw line.

“Hmm… let me think,” she replied, her eyes glinting mischievously, as she ran her fingers slowly across the length of my chest. “I think I might need some incentive on your part so that I can come up with a good reason.”

I held her tighter, feeling the erratic drumming of her heart against my chest. Slowly, deliberately, I bent my head low and leaned my forehead against hers. She exhaled sharply as I pressed my lips softly on hers, losing myself for a moment as she reciprocated the gesture. After a few minutes, we broke apart, both of us flushed and slightly disheveled. I continued to cradle her waist in my arms as I leaned into her ear.

“I love you, Leah,” I whispered softly, never doubting for a moment the words I had just confessed. “I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too, Sam. Always,” she repeated, kissing me lightly, as if to seal the promises we both just made.

We quickly pulled apart as someone cleared their throat behind us. Standing by the doorway was Sue Clearwater, hands on her hips, a disapproving look on her face.

Chapter 2 to come... Have I already said how in love with Sam (now realized in the form of Chaske Spencer) I am?! No?! Then you haven't been listening... LOL Until next post! xoxo