A/N: This is a Leah/OC, okay? It's after Breaking Dawn! No imprinting on Renesmee or anything! And yeah, Leah imprints on a thirteen year old boy who is named Nathan Harper.

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Euphoria: A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

"I am with you for the extreme madness in me.
Easy things are not made for me, I demand wildness!
Happiness isn't good enough for me, I demand euphoria!"

― Emma Brynstein

Euphoria

BOOK ONE:

Flame

Chapter One:

Everyone was happy, joyous, except for her.

Her pack members were with their imprints, smiling, passing around food, or Claire, telling stories. They took no notice to Leah Clearwater anymore, they had since when been accustomed to the isolated, bitter nine-teen year old teenage girl to offer her a simple hot dog. They knew that is offered, they'd get bitten—not literarily, but in that sort of sense.

Leah was off by herself, sitting alone, watching everyone around her with bitter resentment. She watched her ex-fiance, Sam, cuddle with her supposed cousin, Emily. She glared daggers at them, hating the mere sight of them together. She could feel the anger, the betrayal and hurt stir inside her, making her hands begin to shake lightly. Leah closed her eyes, trying to take the image of those two off her mind in efforts to calm herself.

It worked.

It was hard, trying to get her mind off them. She sometimes couldn't get the mental image of her being Emily. Perfect, loving, sweet Emily.

Leah bit back a harsh laugh, feeling the bitter emotions stir once more inside her. In her mind, Emily wasn't that perfect, anymore, with those God-awful scars she has. Perhaps it was a bad reward or a simple payback from God to Emily in Leah's wishes. That was what Emily gets for being Sam's perfect one.

Her pack members howled loudly with laughter. They were such dogs.

Even Jacob Black, a boy who usually maintained a sorrowful, scowling face, was smiling and laughing with the others, cracking lame jokes with his two best friends; Embry and Quil. Granted, none of them laughed at his jokes, which caused Leah's lips to lift up into a smirk.

Seth, Leah's little brother, was talking eagerly to Jacob's father, Billy, about the stupid legends her tribe carried. The legends that carried down her blood's damned history. The blood which made her and the others transfer into fur balls with big, teeth. Fur balls that hunted down parasites to protect her tribe. She knew Seth and Billy were talking about this—well, not exactly in her way—because of her superhearing.

Don't get her wrong, being a giant fur ball had it's quirks. Though, she still wouldn't want to be a fur bull even with the superhearing, strengths, eyesight, taste, super speed and all those lousy things. If she'd had an option between being a normal, average human versus being a giant, supernatural fur ball—she'd definitely choose being average. Like before.

The night sky was cloudless, letting the bright moon up there shine brightly. The stars around it were scattered all over the black sky, creating little specks of light for everyone. She didn't care how beautiful the scene look. She hasn't cared about star gazing since Sam and Emily. Leah just wasn't into the things she was into before all these messed up things happened to her and Seth. She hasn't been the same.

How could she?

How could she be the same after the boy she loved for so many years—had even gotten engaged—left Leah for her cousin, Emily, because they were soulmates. Sam and Leah felt like soulmates, complete and whole. They felt perfect with one another. What happened?

Their crazy genes, that's what happened.

Then, to add to her horrible misgivings—her Father died. Because of her. Because she turned into this giant fur ball.

Leah closed her eyes for a moment, the laughter from her pack drifting away. She was only focused on the past, on her dad, mom, and Seth. No Sam, no Emily, no nothing else. Just her and her family.

"Hey, Leah!" Seth called her over. "The legends are about to start!" he yelled, excited. Even after the many times they've heard these legends, Seth always found them more and more interesting. She, on the other hand, found them boring, useless, old children's tales.

She sighed heavily, willing herself to stand up and walk over to them—her pack. She would never of done it if it wasn't Seth's request. Leah couldn't deny her brother much, she loved him, and as he said "he was the man of the house". She snorted quietly—chiper, eager, happy little Seth be the man of the house? No, that was ridiculous.

Her strides weren't stiff, but they weren't graceful. It was more so a combination of both. Her strides were long, so she made it to the logs her pack had set around a big, warm fire in no time. She decided to sit next to Seth—who was staring expectantly at Billy—and kept her eyes on the glowing, reddish fire. She didn't want to catch Emily's pitying, sorry looks, or her mother's worried gaze. She wanted to stare at the fire, who wouldn't bother her in any least.

Billy began, his voice changing. At first, Leah found it wowing that Billy's voice changed when he told the legends, but now, she just found it normal.

Leah was bored by the middle of the legends—having heard them a million times already—and the fire wasn't that interesting. She looked up, only to be greeted by Jacob's eyes who were staring at her just as bored as she was. She looked away, indiffirent, staring outside her pack's little circle, to the ocean, to the other people the were out in the beach. A family was walking along them, a mother and her two children; a boy and slightly younger girl.

It was then, when the boy passed her, and curiously looked at her circle—wondering why so many big people were sitting around a fire—did something out of the ordinary happen to her. It hit her like a blow in the head, leaving her dazed—or like a punch in the gut, leaving her breathless. His eyes shifted to her's, and she felt gravity, the world shift around them, but nothing else mattered except this boy who had the most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen. The world she knew vanished, and was replaced by him, this boy, this stranger. Every cell in her body wasn't working for her, but for this boy. He was her everything, her very existence. She know understood why Sam left her for Emily. Why they were the real soulmates. This was complete, and utter bliss. It was if everything she knew, learned, was completely wrong, because he, this boy, was the right thing—the most right thing in her world. She could never keep anything secret to him, he could know anything, have anything he wanted from her. . . she would do anything for him. . .

It felt as if something major she'd lost a long time ago, something she hadn't known she'd needed—like an organ, or her heart, her soul—was back, intact, alive.

This boy, was her soulmate. Her reason. Her everything. Whether he need her to be a sister, or a friend, she'd be there for him.

Leah Clearwater lived for him.

"No way," she heard Embry's distant shocked whisper, but she paid no mind to it. She was still focused on this beautful boy.

The boy looked to be around thirteen, with curly-ish, wavy-ish dark brown hair that reached his ears. His green eyes were a vibrant emerald, full of life, eagerness, brightness. They were so beautiful. . . they were framed by thick lashes. . . his skin wasn't as dark as hers, but much more lighter. . . he was tall, for his age, which pleased her. . . he was simply, perfect. He was handsome, his childishness traits were still present in his cheeks. They were still roundish, but Leah could tell he was beginning to mature. . .

"So, perfect. . ." she murmured, unsure is her pack members had heard her. She didn't care either.

"Nathan, stop staring at that girl! Haven't I told you countless of times that staring is rude?" a woman yelled, causing the boy's—Nathan to look away from Leah.

Leah waited with baited breath to hear Nathan's voice.

It took Nathan a couple of seconds to respond. He kept glancing at Leah for long moments, back at his mom for a fleeting second, then back at Leah again. Leah was pleased, and felt hapiness swell inside her. This shocked her—she hasn't felt hapiness, genuine happiness in a long time. It sort of repulsed her to know that she imprinted, that this Nathan was her soulmate. Another, the happier, part was esctatic. She could care less what her bitter side thought. Nathan was her Nathan. How could that repulse her?

Nathan seemed to be struggling to make words. He couldn't stop from staring at the girl much older than him—who was gawking at him too! She was undeniably beautiful. Very much so. She had short, black hair and darker russet skin than his. Her eyes were almond shaped, which a beautiful chocolate-ish color. She was so pretty. He couldn't think coherently, the strong emotions that hit him hard when he'd first caught her eyes was still swimming inside him. He couldn't think anything else, but her.

Of course, his mom had to make him look away. Did she always have to ruin great things, like right now? Couldn't she just wait until he was by her and Julie's side, and tell him that staring is rude—besides, he knew that already!

Finally, still keeping his eyes on this beautiful girl who—which thrilled him—kept locked eyes on his, did he speak. "U-uh y-ye-yeah!" he stuttered. He kicked himself mentally. He must of sounded like such an idiot.

Leah's eyes widened. His voice was perfect, smooth, clear, strong, husky-ish, firm. . . it was perfect. No denying that—even if he was stuttering. He sounded so adorable—was that a blush coating his cheeks?

She wanted to hear his voice again. And again. And again. . .

"Leah imprinted on a little boy!" whistled Paul rather loudly, making Nathan looked away from Leah. He looked up, bewildered, at the huge, buffed guy who was pointing at the girl. . . called Leah? He looked back at the girl—at Leah. It fit her perfectly.

But Nathan wasn't sure he'd heard right. What did this guy mean Leah imprinted? Didn't imprint mean to leave a mark, or something like that? And by "little boy" did he mean Nathan?

Nathan turned suddenly defensive—it was automatic, like one plus one is two—when the realization settled in his head. This guy did mean Nathan was the "little boy". He always hated it when his mom called him her little boy. It was just purely embarrassing! He was thirteen, goddammit!

"I'm not little," he spoke a bit more confidently, looking back at Leah, then at the guy. "I'm thirteen," he muttered.

Leah smirked, delighted that her. . . imprint had a back bone. She noticed that he was a bit confused, but waved that off, staring at Nathan openly, mesmorized.

Paul was going to pay later on, she decided angrily. Her imprint was certainly not little. He was big, he was thirteen. Not much younger than Seth! Or Paul! Paul and Nathan were just three years apart!

"Right," Paul snorted. "That's not little." he taunted Nathan.

She watched Nathan's first curl. She curled her own fist, and began to glare hatefully at Paul. He was so gonna pay. Nathan began to glare at Paul, too, which made Paul smile in amusement. Jacob was watching, shocked, as Leah's imprint glared at Paul. He was also shocked that Leah even imprinted—as was everyone else.

Leah was highly aware of the stares she was getting, she could hear the whispers, but wasn't paying attention to any of it. Why would she? She didn't care what people thought about her. She never has, and never will.

"Wow," Kim breathed, leaning forward to get a better look at Nathan just as Emily did the same. Even Sue leaned forward, curious to see her future son-in-law. He was young, too young for Leah, but he would grow. . .

Seth was smiling widely, it looked as if it hurt. He couldn't stop from imagining how well this Nathan kid played in video games. . . How often will he be at their home? A lot, Seth thought, since Leah would probably bring him over. . . or Seth, himself, would bring him over to play. Whoa, he was already getting ahead of himself!

Sam Uley didn't know what to think. He could understand the strong, fierce anger that stirred inside of him as he watched Leah stare at this boy like he was her everything. Sam didn't like that. One bit. He knew he was being unreasonable—Leah had a right at hapiness. This boy will help her, revive her, bring her back to them. Bring back the old Leah. But Sam couldn't help, but feel utter jealousy. Why had she imprinted? It was stupid of him to whine, to get angry. He should be happy! Happy for Leah! She finally found her one— she finally found what Sam found in Emily!

He hated the boy. Well, it wasn't hate, but more so dislike.

"What's your name?" Sue asked, much to Leah's relief. She knew Nathan was his name, but she could tell Nathan was getting uncomfortable from all the staring his was getting. He had yet to answer Paul beacause he was too aware of all the stares.

Nathan's emerald eyes fell on Leah's mother. "Nathan." he answered, and made an effort to smile despite his discomfort. "Nathan Harper."

Everyone's head jumped on the last name. Even Leah.

Why?

Because that would soon be Leah's surname, once Nathan and her get married. . . But before that, Leah would have to stop phasing and all that stuff. For the first time in what seemed like a million years, Leah could see a future that was bright, where she was truly happy. Next to her soulmate as Leah Harper.

"Well," Billy said, catching everyone's eyes. "Welcome to La Push, son." he greeted warmly, and held out a hand for Nathan to shake.

Nathan nodded, and cautiously walked over to Billy, accepting his hand. They both shook hands, and in that one instant, Nathan felt as if he were being accepted into something—but to what?

"Thank you, sir." Nathan said, politely.

"Billy Black." the old dude said.

Nathan nodded.

He then introduced the people—Nathan was aware that his mom was waiting for him—and finally, Billy got to the beautiful girl. He wanted to know everything about her for some reason. Nathan just could sit still without knowing more and more about this Leah girl. When they locked eyes, something shifted inside him, something dormant. It opened up new possibilities, a new him. A new him with Leah beside him.

"I'm Leah Clearwater," Leah's voice was clear, beautiful, and silky. He wanted to hear her talk more. He wanted to hear her voice more and more!

"It was a pleasure meeting you," he blurted out. The movies were the men were curtious stuck with him, and were being a good use right now.

Leah Clearwater met Nathan Harper on June eighteen, two-thousand and seven.

A/N: So, what did you think? I'm trying out writing Third POV, and I think it went good? Sorry if I switched too quickly between POV'S—did it bother anyone? I just wanted everyone's little thoughts to be shown, get what I mean?

Anyways, yeah, this is a Leah/OC! Should I just leave it is a one-shot? If you guys want to see more, then we will see some more action and more of Nathan later on! :) I have some action worth in the story thought up, so. . .

Also, I know I mentioned this already, but I have two other Twilight stories. One is a Jake/OC, and the other one is an Edward/OC (which I'm planning on re-writing)—I would be extremely glad if you checked it out! I'm planning on writting a Harry Potter/OC, so give me your thoughts!

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