I've had this recurring dream every night for about a month. I'm running, running as fast as I can. Running through this same forest. It's cloudy; I can smell the rain even before a drop fell onto earth. I hear a voice that I have never heard before, yet it sounds so familiar. The voice comes from nowhere, it sounds like its right behind me. I hear it murmur "Get her" and I turn around. Nothing. And it all goes black, and then I wake up. Every single time.

I woke up one particular morning to a few voices hovering around my head. I was too tired to actually get up and see what was going on. No one ever come to into our cottage. Compared to my grandparent's luxurious mansion, my house is like a box. I laid there for a few minutes trying to get myself out of unconsciousness. As I began to focus on the voices, I heard a familiar hysterical laugh echoing in the walls. Uncle Emmett? Why the hell is he in my room? I opened my eyes slowly and focused on the bright, tall, pale white ceiling in my grandparent's mansion. Shit, I fell asleep there again. I hate it when I do that. No one else sleeps in this house and all they do is stare at me like I'm some sort of alien. You know, with huge green eyes and a massive forehead and all that. It's really awkward. It's like I'm some science experiment they have to study religiously.

So anyway, I slowly sat up on the couch to see my dad staring at me with huge eyes like I just rose from the dead. I gave him a confused look. My mom was standing above him with a small grin. My Uncle Emmett, however, was rolling on the ground howling with laughter. What the hell was going on? I guess everyone else went hunting. I don't know why my parents and Emmett stayed back, they all were thirsty.

"Did I fall asleep here again? Sorry, how long have I been out?" I murmured as I rubbed my eyes.

"I don't know, 10 hours? You're turning eight tomorrow yet you sleep like some teenager." My mom laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," I groaned as I stood up. "I have a body of a 16 year old, I need sleep."

That made my dad groan and my Uncle Emmett burst into hysterics again.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked my dad, still staring at me like he was in pain.

Emmett struggled to get the words out as laughter escaped from his mouth. "Jacob-is-going-to-"

"Shut up Emmett!" My dad erupted. "She'll find out later today."

"What about Jacob?" I asked in a worried tone. Was he hurt again? I don't think I could handle that. He's my best friend, my whole life. If he hurt himself on the stupid bike again…I'll kill him.

"Jacob's fine. For the moment." My mom chuckled and looked down at her husband. I sighed in relief and sat back down on the pale white sofa.

"For the moment." My dad repeated.

God, I mean I know dad doesn't particularly 'like' Jake, but what could he possibly do to make him that miserable. Something Aunt Alice saw coming no doubt. "Dad, what's your problem?"

"Oh, god." He moaned. "He's here."

That brought a huge smile to my face. I always loved to see Jake. He made me happy like no one else could. I hopped up as fast as I could and ran through the pale room to the door. I swung it open and there he was standing there. He was shirtless, of course. His cut-off jean shorts were up to his knees, like always. In a weird way, I liked him better like that, half naked. That's how my Jacob is supposed to look like. That's what he looked like when I first laid eyes on him. 7 years and 364 days ago. I was in my Aunt Rose's arms as she cuddled me. I was looking over her shoulder and saw him. His eyes filled with worry and hate. And then, as soon as he looked at me those same eyes softened and his shoulders fell. I remember that day crystal clear. One of my various "talents" I guess you can say. My Jacob always has that look on his face whenever I'm around him. I guess it's just that special bond we have.

"Hey, Jake. What's up?" I giggled.

Another groan from my dad.

"Hey, Nessie," He smiled. "Do you have time to go on a walk with me? Maybe go hunting?"

Emmett lost it this time. He started kicking his legs in the air like I four year old. Jesus Christ.

"Yeah, sure, anything to get me away from that." I laughed as I pointed to my awkward family and their multiple personalities.

"Yeah," He smirked. "I know the feeling."

"Hey I'm heading out with Jake for a while, be back later. Love you!" I shouted back to the house.

I slowly shut the door to give us some privacy. Even though I'm sure they could hear everything crystal clear.

"What is up with them? You're dad looked like he wanted to kill me even harder than usual." Jake joked as he nudged my shoulder.

"No idea. I'm glad you got me though. I miss you Jake. I haven't seen you in a couple days. I thought you were avoiding me." I laughed.

He said nothing but he smiled at me and took my hand.

We started running toward the trees. I could still hear my Uncle Emmett's laughter as we were running through the forest. Actually, I could still hear everything in the house. Someone spoke, dad I think.

"Bella, she's going to get hurt, I know it. Jacob is no good for her. Why is he doing this now? She's still too young, not even fully grown yet. She's just a little girl." Yeah, definitely dad.

My mom then laughed. "Edward, she is technically the same age I was when I fell in love with you. She is a teenager, she's still growing, let her have fun."

"Bella, she's turning eight tomorrow. EIGHT! Jacob is in his 20's."

I stopped listening at that point. Why did they all of a sudden care that I hung out with him? I've always been younger. With my growth slowing down and Jacob frozen in time, we're the same age technically. I looked over at Jacob, still in his human forum. Guess he doesn't really want to hunt. His eyes met mine and a huge grin met his face. He started to slow down so I did too.

A few seconds later we stopped in the middle of the woods. There was a sliver of sunlight coming through the trees. Jake sat in a patch of grass between two large oak trees. He gestured for me to join him. I slowly sat down across from him. I must have had a weird look on my face because he chuckled a little bit. We never really do this. We sat there silent for a few minutes. My eyes were closed so I could take in all the sounds and smells of the forest. He then spoke, which startled me. I almost forgot I had company.

"Nessie," He breathed, I opened my eyes. He looked like he was struggling to find words. "I think there's something you should know. You're old enough to understand."

I rolled my eyes. I hate it when people say that. I could understand everything since birth. Age is just a number.

He chuckled again, but then paused.

"Jake, what is it?" I questioned. Okay, so this is probably what my family was talking about back at the house, I thought to myself. Dad thinks it's dreadfully awful and my uncle thinks it's funnier than dead puppies. Well, that narrows the possibilities down. I was getting anxious. Did he have to leave? Was he unable to change into a wolf anymore? God, the few moments of silence felt like an eternity. He spoke again.

"Do you remember the day you were born-never mind of course you do- but remember when I first saw you? How happy I looked?"

I giggled and held my hand to his cheek as I looked back on the memory. I've shown him this image many times before, but I know he loves seeing it.

"Yeah," he smiled, "that look."

"What are you getting at, Jake?" I asked as I dropped my hand back into my lap.

"I don't want to come straight out with this, I'll freak you out."

"Jacob, I am the last creature you need to worry about scaring. My parents are vampires and my best friends a werewolf, you know?" I joked.

"I'm not worried about scaring you, Nessie. I'm worried that you'll think I'm a creeper and won't want to hang out with me anymore." He awkwardly laughed.

"Jake, tell me." I pushed. What does anything have to do with the first day he saw me? His replies were taking too long. My heart was going crazy.

"Think back to Sam and Emily, Quil and Claire. Think about them. How they feel about each other." He dragged that sentence on.

Now I was confused. I tried to put the pieces together. I tried to make it all make since. Oh, god. No. Did Jake imprint on somebody? He had to of, it all fits. This is what he needed to tell me? Dad was right, I will get hurt. He'll never ever be able to hang out with me like he used to. I'll never be number one in his life again. A million things were going on in my mind. It was too much. I can't share him with some other girl. What am I going to do without him? A single tear rolled down my cheek. I'll never have my Jake ever again.

"Nessie?" Jake questioned. "Nessie, what did I say? What's wrong?" Panic was in his voice.

"Who is she, Jake?" I sniffled and started to stare at the forest floor. One of my tears hit the dirt.

"What do you mean?" He lifted my head up, puzzled.

I started to really cry, full blown sobs and everything. I tried to get my words out between my gasps for air and the shaking of my entire body. "Jake, who did you imprint on? Leah? Tell me, Jake." I couldn't think straight. My hands were trembling.

"I knew you were smart enough to figure it out," He smiled. "Nessie, it's not Leah or anyone like that. I have some taste." He laughed. At least someone found this humorous. "Come here." He reached over to me but I didn't budge. I couldn't move. There was a horrible feeling in my chest.

He dragged me onto his lap and wiped the tears off my face with his huge fingers. He looked me in the eyes and I buried my face in his burning chest. I felt him tuck one of my ringlets behind my ear. He stroked my hair for a few moments and took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighed. I looked up at him and his eyes began to water.

Nothing anyone could say would make me feel whole again. "Nessie, I-" He took another deep breath. "I imprinted on you." Well, nothing, except that.