AN/ Okay so this is Jacobs POV of OUR PRISONER. I am sorry that this took so long but I have confirmation and then a storm came and I couldn't get online for a while. But today I am updating all my stories.
Disclaimer: if I owned Twilight, Jacob wouldn't even exist. Or, Bella would slap him every time he called Edward a bloodsucker.
Jacob's POV
I had been at Sam and Emily's wedding all night and I was dead tired. I was having a wonderful dream about Bella. In this particular dream, She had chosen me instead of the Cullen's. It was our wedding. Then suddenly I had fallen down as soon as Bella reached the alter.
I heard Bella's mother, René, yell, "He is CRUSHING my lungs!!!!"
I wasn't crushing her lungs; I was nowhere near her. Then Bella screamed "DAYTONA!! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!!!" Who was Daytona?
Then I sneezed awake. Why was I sitting up?
"What the…"
"Hey! No swearing!!" some one yelled. I was still half asleep so didn't think it strange that I didn't recognize the voice.
"Sure sure." I answered.
"That's his signature." The voice said. I looked up, trying to understand.
"Umm, yeah. Who are you?" I asked. But then I noticed their cloths. This same thing had happened about a month ago, but that time it was only one.
"Not again." I moaned.
AN/ You like? This will probably be the only one in Jakes POV, but I thought it might be funny to know what he was thinking while he was asleep. Lol.