Hey guys! This is my first ADJL story. I LOVE Jake and Rose. They're the best couple, really. Anyway, enjoy! And please review! :)

P.S. American Dragon: Jake Long belongs to the wonderful world of Disney

Chapter 1: Last Day

Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

- "Set Fire To The Third Bar," Snow Patrol

"Rose! Rose! I . . . I love you!" the boy said, desperation ringing in his voice as I began to float helplessly towards the sky.

Below me, chaos erupted. The members of the Huntsclan were enraged at my wish. Well, who wouldn't be? I had wished for the entire Huntsclan to be destroyed. They had a right. But their cause, their actions . . . everything about the Huntsclan was evil. I didn't regret my wish to have the group entirely obliterated, even as I floated mere seconds before my death. All of this . . . this was for Jake. For the magical world. For everyone, really. Everything would be so much better this way, without the Hunstclan.

Too bad I wouldn't get to see any of it.

I looked at Jake one more time. I wanted to say something, anything. This was my last chance to tell him what he needed to know. "I love you," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Lifting my face up to the sky, I let the light engulf me. At least I was dying to save to world, right? My death would be like a twisted version of martyrdom.

The light spread out everywhere. It was all around me now. But in the back of my head, I heard Jake's voice faintly yelling something in the distance. "I wish Rose had never joined the Hunstclan!"

In a whirl of shock and confusion, I tried to turn around, look at him, try to see if what he said was real. If any of this was real. But I couldn't move.

Then the darkness came.

I woke up in a cold sweat from the dream. It had been so real. It must have been the most realistic dream I had ever had in my entire life. It was almost palpable, as if . . . as if it were more of a memory than a dream.

Reaching weakly for the glass of water on my bedside table, I turned on my lamp. I took a sip and sighed. This was the third time this week I'd had that dream. Every time, the same thing happened. I'd be inches away from my death, then the boy . . . the boy would say something, and then . . . nothing. What was his name? John? I could never remember. I could barely even remember what he looked like. He was Asian, though, I was sure of it. I cursed myself for being so forgetful. All I could seem to remember were the emotions I felt in the dream. It was love, definitely love. So real . . . I'd almost fallen in love with the dream boy myself this morning, but I reminded myself he isn't real.

Well, now that I was awake, I couldn't possibly go back to sleep. I'm like that. Wake me up once and I'll be completely unable to fall back into sleep, no matter what time it is. "Speaking of which . . . " I mumbled to myself, standing up and walking to my desk, where my clock sat. 4:15 am. Great. Not early enough to still be considered night time, but not late enough to really be morning.

I walked over to my windowsill and pulled myself up to sit on it, pressing my face against the cool glass. Beneath me, the city of Hong Kong lay peacefully . . . for now. In a couple of hours, it would be sprawling once again with tourists and shopkeepers and schoolchildren. It was a lot like New York in many ways. I sighed. I really missed home.

It had been only a week since my family and I had moved to Hong Kong. I liked the place enough, but why did my parents have to pull me out of Fillmore Middle School in the middle of the school year? Everything was going so well for me! My grades were great, I had all my friends, I was on the soccer and basketball teams . . .

"If only I could relive that last day of school," I said to myself. I didn't do anything different on the last day of school, really, except for having a goodbye lunch with all my friends. But that was it. I would have done things differently if I had to do it all over again. If I could just . . . relive the last day of school.

Wait a minute.

The last day of school. The last day of school. Oh my God.

The boy in my dreams . . . I met him on the last day of school.