Title Lesson
Prompt Dust
Characters Leah Clearwater, Jacob Black
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Leah ripped the tarp off the old, unused motorcycle, sending dust flying into the air.
“Sweet bike,” she said, tracing her fingers along the handlebars. “How fast can it go?”
“It doesn’t,” Jacob retorted, swatting her hands away. “It doesn’t leave the garage.”
Leah crossed her arms and sneered at Jacob. “This isn’t some emotional baggage bullshit, is it?”
Jacob shrugged. “Whatever, just leave it, okay?”
Leah smirked. In one swift motion, she jumped on the bike, turned the key in the ignition and sped away. “This is a lesson,” she called behind her. “Stop being such a sentimental wuss!”
Title Sore Loser
Prompt Monopoly
Characters Jacob Black, Leah Clearwater
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Jacob rolled the dice, a playful smirk on his face. “8,” he said. Leah glared. “Look at that. The Boardwalk. I’ll buy it!”
“Whatever,” she mumbled. “I still own Illinois Avenue. Everyone knows that’s the most landed on square.” Jacob rolled his eyes as Leah dropped the dice. Seven. She scanned the board in silence, then landed on the Boardwalk. She looked at Jacob, who was grinning like an idiot.
“Pay up,” he said, his hand upturned.
Leah flipped the board over, then stomped away.
Jacob rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a brat,” he called, picking up the pieces.
Title Know
Prompt Ring
Characters Jacob Black, Leah Clearwater
Rating PG
Word Count 100
He took her hand. “I don’t know why bad things happen,” he started. “I don’t know why we feel sad. I don’t know why we have to suffer through heartbreak.” Her jaw clenched, inadvertently. “Leah, I don’t know a lot of things. But I’m done trying to figure this out. I’m done with questioning what’s right and wrong.”
He knelt down before her. “I know that I love you, and that you make me happy, and that when I’m with you, I understand everything that is good in the world.”
He pulled a ring from his pocket. “Be my wife.”
Title Distractions
Prompt Precious
Characters Jacob Black, Leah Clearwater
Rating PG13
Word Count 100
One night they fumble into his room, pawing and squeezing and kissing. Jacob pushes Leah against the wall and her hand goes flying out and, accidently, she switches the light on. Jacob, blinded and confused, stumbles backwards onto his bed.
Leah straddles him, starts to rip apart his last good shirt, and Jacob gropes her long legs.
Then Leah stops. She points to his nightstand.
“The fuck is that?”
Jacob looks over. “My mom and dad in high school.”
Leah considers the picture a moment. “Fuckin’ precious,” she breathes, turning the picture away.
And then they are at it again.