Disclaimer: No. I do not own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer, or Jacob Black. If I did, I would be rich, and me and Jacob would be breaking beds right now. :D no. seriously.

A/N: Hey guys. So this will be my first fan fiction and I really hope it's not too horrible. :D This idea has been a plot bunny in my head for a while now and I finally decided to write it out. Please Review and let me know what you think. If you have any ideas for the story please. Tell Me. J

Jacob leaned down and pressed his soft lips to my mouth. I kissed back passionately. His lips moved from my face to my neck and then on to-

"RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN!" screamed Dad at the top of his lungs, waking me.

Crap. I thought to myself. I had been having these dreams for a month now. I wondered what they meant? Did I love Jacob?

"NO! You do NOT love that useless, lazy, annoying MUTT!" yelled dad, barging into my room.

"Dad. Not now. It's 8 in the morning. Let me sleep!" I said, turning back over and closing my eyes. He didn't move from his spot; I could still feel his presence.

"What the hell is your malfunction, Edward?" asked mom, walking into my bedroom, clad in a Blue robe. Mom had never been one for pink or purple, or anything girly for that matter.

"Renesmee had a dream about Jacob." said dad, glaring at me.

"That's it? You woke up the whole house and probably all of central florida for that matter, because of a DREAM? Edward get out. I'll talk to her." she said, sitting on my bed.

"Your dad has officially lost it, Nessie." said mom, rolling her eyes. I laughed. "So you're having dreams about Jacob again?"

"Yeah.. I mean, I guess it makes sense. He IS my best friend and all.. But I just don't understand it all." I said, confused.

"It's only natural, Ness. You've known him your whole life." said mom.

"So you don't care?" I asked mom.

"No, Renesmee. I don't care. You can't control your feelings." she said, smiling.

"But what about dad?"

"Screw your dad. He'll get over it." I laughed.

"Thanks Mom." I said, hugging her.

"No problem. Now go back to bed. I think your father and I are going to go get breakfast somewhere, unless you want to go.. But I just thought you'd want to continue your dream." she said with a grin.

"MOM!" I yelled, blushing furiously.

"What?"

"You have to ask?" I said, glaring at her. "Now if you don't mind, I am just going to go back to bed."

"I thought so." she said, smirking.

"Oh my god, mom. Fine. I'm coming." I said, pushing the covers off of me. Everyone in this house was completely insane except for me.

(Jacob's POV)

I walked up the steps to Nessie's house and knocked on the door before entering. Bella appeared wearing a frilly apron.

"Jake! Where the hell have you been?" she asked, pulling me into a hug.

"Werewolf duties." I said. "Is Ness here?"

"Um yeah. She's just taking a shower. You can go wait for her if you want." said Bella with a smile.

"Yeah. I think I will." I replied, walking up the stairs to her bedroom and sitting on her bed. I had been in her room a few times, but I had never really looked around. She had photos everywhere. Renesmee loved taking pictures. She always had a camera with her. Above her ceiling she had a colossal poster of some idiot named Robert Pattinson. I rolled my eyes. I noticed there were books everywhere, on her bed, on her desk, even in the floor. I picked one up titled The Summer I Turned Pretty and flipped through it. Something fell out and on to the floor. I picked it up. I smiled when I realized it was a picture of us. She had drawn little pink hearts in the corners. I replaced the photo back to it's place in the book and waited. A few minutes later, Nessie walked out of her bathroom wearing only a towel. A very short towel. Stop looking, you pervert, I thought to myself.

"Well, hello there." I said, grinning. She gasped.

"Jacob! Don't you ever do that to me again! You scared the-" she stopped and looked down at herself. "JACOB EPHRAIM BLACK! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!"

"WHY? I won't look! I promise!" I whined.

"OUT. NOW. Or I swear I will cut your balls off and hang them on a Christmas tree. I am NOT kidding." she said, a look of utter fury on her face. I couldn't help but laugh; she was so adorable when she was pissed off.

"Ok, Ok. I'm going." I said, still choking on laughter as I shut her door.