AN: So here it is, my new fanfic. It's a little different, since it has Doctor Who in it but I hope you enjoy it. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Chapter 1: He doesn't exist

"What's the point of dreams, if they can't come true?

Bella Swan

I had the strangest dream – it was the longest dream I had ever had, I was in love with the new kid, Edward Cullen – sure he was cute, but he was really weird – and in my dream he was a vampire (crazy, I know)! My imaginary friend, Jacob, was real and he was a werewolf! All of this insane stuff happened; I was nearly killed by this evil vampire called James, Edward tried to kill himself by going to the "vampire royalty", who were called the "Volturi", there was a war between Edward's family and these newborn vampire and in the end Edward and I got married and we had a daughter together. And I became a vampire.

"Bella, get down here! Mick's got breakfast ready!" Ah, my mother Renée; she couldn't cook to save her life, nor my father, Charlie; how did they manage to produce two children who could cook even the most complicated dish?

"Bella!" my mother shouted again. Not bothering to get dressed, I ran downstairs.

"Coming, Mom." When I got downstairs I looked at my family in the kitchen; Charlie was reading the newspaper at the table, Renée was chattering on about nothing to him and my brother, Mick, (his real name is Michael but we call him "Mick" as to not get him confused with my boyfriend, Mike Newton) was at the stove, frying up some bacon.

"Bell, do you want breakfast? Or are you going to have an apple again instead?" he eyes the fruit bowl whilst I clutched my stomach; Jacob had said I was overweight.

"Jacob says I'm fat-" I was interrupted by my father groaning.

"Not again, Bella! For one thing you are as skinny as a stick, and for the last time, Jacob Black DOES NOT exist!" Charlie stopped shouting when he saw the tears well up in my eyes.

"He does exist, why can no one else see that!" The last thing I saw before I ran was Charlie stand up to comfort, but Renée shook her head at him and pulled him back down. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror – my Dad was right, I was skinny. Why had Jacob said I was overweight?

It's because you're insecure about yourself, Bella. You need to let go, said Jacob. I didn't see him, but I knew he was here somewhere – Jacob Black, my "imaginary" best friend. I sighed and hopped into the shower, the hot water pounding on my neck soothed me.

When I was clean, I wrapped towel around me and glared at the mirror as I walked to my bedroom, knowing that Jacob would see me. I got dressed and looked out of my window; an old, blue Chevy truck was parked outside. My boyfriend, Mike, was here to take me to school –he had insisted on getting a truck like mine so we could match, the only differences in our trucks being that his was pale blue and mine was way older. Charlie had bought my truck off of his friend, Billy Black, (who was supposed to be Jacob's father) when Billy was confined to a wheelchair due to his diabetes. I loved the truck so much, even though it was for my brother. Mick had no patience with the truck and gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday. I named the truck Ole' Reliable.

I walked outside, after getting dressed, and into Mike's open arms. I had known Mike since we were ten when he moved here from California. Mike and I had been best friends right up until we were fourteen, that's when we started dating and have been ever since.

"Hey, sexy," Mike said as he kissed me passionately on the lips. "What's up?" I sighed.

"Parents, brothers, imaginary friends – the usual." I said as we got into the truck. Mike put the key into the ignition and turned it sideways; the truck purred into life (unlike my truck that coughed and spluttered until it worked).

"Still going on about what's-his-name… James?" Mike asked, not sounding interested. I shuddered when he said "James", I remembered my dream.

"His name is Jacob and I've been talking about him for as long as I can remember – so don't start on me." I snapped at him. It was true; my first words were "Where is Jacob?" from then on, Jacob has always been a part of me. He was always the only person I could trust.

"Crazy girl," Mike muttered under his breath. He thought I hadn't heard him, but I had.