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A warm breeze swirled around me causing my silk threads of hair to flare lightly. The glistening river of blue water shimmered in the suns soft rays that pierced through the forest trees. The gravel beneath me was soft, it's dark soil meshing between my fingers . I leaned over the rivers bank, taking in my appearance. My cheeks were flush against my dark, copper skin as my long, dark hair brushed against my features, sitting nicely against my shoulder-blades. My light hazel eyes gleamed and I smiled giddily as a yellow-orange butterfly landed at the tip of my nose. I laughed loudly then, startling the butterfly. I watched as it danced around me, landing against the tips of my fingers. I looked down at the butterfly with a gleaming smile. The sun faded suddenly, a cloud resting under its bright ray's.

Suddenly a voice called towards me, it's beautiful charms ringing gently.

"Leah, dear," the voice cooed gently, causing me too look up and across the rivers streaming waters, towards the large rocks that sat molded into the waters soil. There stood a women, her eyes a purple-gold. She wore nothing but a white, ruffled summer dress that swayed lightly with the warm wind as her blond threads of hair danced. She stared towards me, her voice speaking gently.

"Leah, you must leave with him. Your running out of time," her gentle voice pleaded at me. What was she talking about? Leave with who?

She caught my look of confusion and spoke.

"Jacob, he's running out of time. You must go too him. You are the key," she spoke again hurriedly, her eyes in a panic. I stared towards her, a sudden feeling of pain rised through me.

"What do you mean? What do I do? How do I get Jacob back to his world," my voice spoke gently, as if it weren't my own.

"A kiss, Leah. That's all he needs," her voice spoke again.

"But, I've kissed him before," I asked franticly, anxiousness spreading through me as it began welding inside me. She stared at me hoplessly for a few seconds before speaking.

"You've never really kissed him. This kiss has to be real in order for it to have an effect," her anglic voice spoke out again, her figure beginning to fade with the winds every touch. Before I could ask anymore questions, she was gone. Erased from the dirts gravel. My hair flung over my face as the wind began to pick up. Slowly, the suns soft ray's slowly began to appear again, the cloud out of sight. I glanced up at the trees sighing hoplessly. Within the winds air I heard her voice speak to me, soft and gentle as the wind kissed my ears.

"Leah, run too him," her voice spoke as the winds warm air tickled my fingers. I nodded at the voice, getting to my feet. I glanced over at my relfection and horror stung through me at what I saw. A wolf. It's eyes were a light hazel as it stared into mine. It was…me. Suddenly, the sun had completely faded, as if someone had put a black blanket over it. I could see nothing but blackness.

I awoke in a startle, the sweat glistening down my body as I gasped. The dream had felt so real. Like I had been there, but only watching from another's eyes. I opened my lids slowly, preparing myself for the bright sun rays. Just as I had expected, I was blinded. I shut my eyes quickly before slowly opened them so they could adjust. I was about to pull the covers over me, like usual but I paused, noticing a massive weight pinning me to the bed. Memories from yesterday came flooding back to me as my eyes widened. We had fallen asleep… like this. No wonder I couldn't feel anything, my whole body is numb. Jacobs face and body was covered by the white sheet that had somehow been drapped over him. I glaced towards the clock, noticing the time.

7:14 am

Holy shit, I was up early. When had I zonked out. I then remembered that it had been three-something when I had looked at the clock. Ah, shit. Mariah was probably still asleep against my door. Unless mom and dad got her. Most likely now that I think about it. They would never let their perfect daughter sleep on the floor. Me on the other hand, I wasn't so lucky. I glanced back up at the deadweight on top of me. Slowly I moved my hands up, trying to get a grasp of the sheet so that I could push him off me. Gently, of course.

I gasped lightly feeling hot skin. Didn't he fall asleep as a wolf. Does that mean hes…naked on top of me? Oh God. My mind reeled at the idea, causing my body to overheat. Shit, this was bad. Gently I nugged him, hoping he would wake-up and put clothes on. Nothing. I grunted to myself in fustration. I nugged him again, getting annoyed. Nothing. That's it.

I pushed him off me easily, with the new strength that came with being a wolf, and gently laid him beside me. I glanced at him as he stirred and took in his appearance. Just like I thought, he was indeed naked. The sheet was resting at his mid-thigh, but covered him to my relief and dissapointment. I continued to check him out, letting my eyes slowly gaze up his sculptured sides and down his toned thighs. I then looked up towards his face, after practically rapping him with my eyes, glancing at his soft features. His hair was sticking out in every which way as he breathed a soft rhythm. Man, that Nessie-chick was a lucky bitch.

I ripped my eyes away from him and looked down at myself, noticing the yellow summer dress I had put on after shredding my other outfit. I shrugged to myself and headed towards my bedroom door, feeling the sudden urge to pee. I unlocked the door with a click and slowly pulled it open, peering out in relief. Silently I thanked my…parents for being good little parents towards their only child. She was probably on the bus right now, not being old-enough to drive just yet, heading toward school. I sighed in relief, knowing that my parents were out at work. House all to myself….and Jacob of course.

I skipped too the bathroom, tripping a couple of times in the process, but I didn't let that ruin my good mood. As I entered the bathroom and did my usual routine, the thoughts of my dream invaded my mind.

I had seen the blonde women. She said I was running out of time. Did she mean me or Jake? She had said that I was the key and said that I had to hurry. My thoughts remained clogged as I existed the bathroom, still wear my yellow summer dress, not see a point in changing.

I entered my room in a daze, my thoughts still hooked on the dream. She had metioned a kiss. She had said it was all he needed and it had to be real. I don't get it. What did she mean by real. I mean, I guess there are ways to fake a kiss, but I know deep down that I could never false-kiss Jake. Then again, it's not like he wouldn't false-kiss me. He doesn't feel the same way I do, he made that clear yesterday. A string of pain crossed through me at the thought of Mariah and him. I quickly erased it, not wanting to replay the scene.

With that thought, I shut the door behind me with a click. I walked steadly towards my white bed and crawled in on my side, laying on my back as I stared up at the ceiling, my hair flinging in my face as I moved. I could feel Jacob's steady breath against the side of my cheek as I sighed longly. These were the moments that I wished he would just wrap his arms around me and tell me he loves me. Tell me that everything was okay now that he had me. But that's the life in a perfect world. My life was far from that. I felt Jacob move beside me, a deep, hoarse grumble erupting from the deeps of his throat as he groaned at the bright lighting. I stayed silent, still staring at that same spot on my ceilings wall. I've been looking at that spot a lot lately.

Jacob sat up sudden, realization dawning on him. He was naked. His face paled as he looked at me, wrapping the white sheet around his torso quickly. I glanced at him then and spoke in understanding.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything. I have some boxers in my top dresser drawer if you wanna grab them. There white and have my name at the bottom in blue print," I said carelessly, answering his unspoken question as I kept my eyes glued to my spot on the ceilings wall. I heard him get off the bed quickly, the sheet still around his waist as he practially sprinted to my closet door. I suppressed a laugh that bubbled its way too the surface of my throat as a crimson blush flared brightly on his cheeks. Within seconds, he walked back in the room, wearing my 'Leah' boxers. The blush was still very clear on his skin.

"How many matching bra and thongs sets can a girl have," he questioned randomly, pulling the white sheet back on my bed. It was my turn to blush once I realized that the boxers had been hidden in the way back of my drawer, which meant he had to dig through my…sexy little things.

"I have my reasons," I breathed with a smile plastured clear on my face. I didn't glance at him, keeping my eyes on the ceiling.

"What reasons would those be," he asked boldly, his eyes boring into my skin. I glanced at him surprised by this question. A smirk danced on his very-kissable lips before I spoke.

"Boyfriend's," I answered truthfully, watching the smirk wipe itself off his face, his eyes flaring suddenly.

"That's why? So, what? You could show it off," his voice was harsh. I continued to stare at him, not bothered by his fustration but more amused. Was he jelouse? I guess theres only one way to find out.

"Basically, and if they were lucky. I'd do a little more than just show it-," my words were cut-off suddenly by his deep growl. I stared towards him with a confused look glued to my features. My insides danced at his fustration as the bubble hope busted within me.

"You did what," his voice growled, his eyes flaring in anger. I stared at him, bitting my lip suddenly.

"What? What's the big deal? Why do you think they call them a boyfriend. Because they're not just friends. Which mean's they can do more-," my words cut-off again with his harsh growl. Butterflies swirled within me as I watched him fill with rage.

"Did they ever touch you," his voice questioned harshly, speaking the word 'they' as if it was acid on his tongue. I stared at him blankly, but smiled lightly. I was really enjoying this.

"What do you think, Jacob," I questioned him smiling. He growled at my answer.

"Did they," his was harsher this time, more forceful as he gazed at me. I stared at him before answering.

"Well duh, what do you expect," I questioned him loudly, staring into him. He got queit suddenly, his face becoming oddly pale. Was he really getting that worked up about this. Was it that hard to picture me with a guy-or doing anything with one?

"Um, so where'd you get the boxers. Normally girls don't have this kind of material," he said softly, obviously changing the subject. I stared at his quielt, bitting my lip before I answered, knowing fully well what was going to come out of it.

"They were an Ex's. Jason Grover, I will never forget him. My first love." -I smiled lightly and glanced up at the ceiling in a dream-like daze, I continued bring my eyes back on him- " Look, he even got my name at the bottom," I said quietly watching the change of emotions flash upon his features. It went from confusion, too shock, then too complete anger. He growled again, the noise gurgling in the back of his throat.

Really, he's mad again? Why? I have too know. Was he jealous? Was he just being protective over me for no reason? Was he just mad cause I gave him used boxers? What is it?…That's it, I'm getting some answers.

"Okay, what is your issue. Your getting all flustered and mad over guys that I've dated. Why," I spoke out suddenly, wanting some answeres. He stopped growling and became completely silent. I sat up to get a better look at his features. He spoke out suddenly, his voice quiet.

"I…don't know," he said, his face scrunched in confusion. I saw a wrinkle form at the top of his forehead as his face scrunched.

"Don't think too hard now," I said lightly, smiling towards him, breaking the silence that began to form. A chuckle escaped his lips as he realized the face he was making.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to do that," his voice was light and joking. A thought popped up and before I could even consider thinking, I spoke.

"I had a dream last night," I blurted out randomly. Jake snapped his head toward me in surprise, his eyes staring toward me in wonder.

"Really, what about," he questioned, sitting down at the edge of the bed, paitently waiting for me to speak. I glanced up at him, knowing it was too late to back-out. I stared down at my sheets, playing with the tips of the cotton with my fingers. Slowly, I spoke, breathing out a sigh of air before beginning my story.

"I, um, was in a forest. I was looking down at a river, it was like a mirror almost, because my reflection was really clear. I heard a voice across the river. I looked up and saw that blonde-chick from the cabin. She told me that I had too…run back too you. That I was…the key. I asked her how to get you back. She said, um, she said-," my hesitant voice was cut-off by his soft voice, his eyes in a foggy glaze.

"A kiss," he breathed softly. I stared toward him in utter-confusion. How had he known what I was going to say? Noticing my confused, he spoke.

"I had that same dream. Difference was that it was me and you were the one I had to run too. She said that I was running out of time. She kept repeating how you were the key and how I had to hurry," he stated, his voice laced with confusion. So, we both had the same dream. Shit, that's creepy.

Jacob looked towards me suddenly, his eyes glued to mine.

"Well, um, I think she's trying to send us a message," he spoke hesitanly, glancing down at the sheet. Was he indicating that we…try? My face was blank as I stared at him, unsure of his next move.

"Well, maybe we could eh, see if what the dream is telling us is true," his voice spoke hopfully, staring at me with hesitation. A flare of butterflies churned through my stomach at his question, his gaze never faultering. Was he serious?

"Um, well I guess," I said gently as the nerves pulsing through my blood, I glanced back down at the sheet. He sighed as his cheeks tinted with crimson.

"Lets just try to make this as painless as can be, alright," he stated quickly, the fustration in his word were clear. I jolt of pain shot through me as he poke. Did he really think this would be that painful. Would kissing me be that bad. Realization hit me and the world seemed to blur. The women had said that I was the key to getting him home. That if he kissed me, he'd return and live happily-ever-after. He was using me. Pain shot through my body again as I felt my entire body go numb. I glanced back at him noticing his silence. His eyes were clouded in thought as he stared at me. Suddenly, he was leaning into me, his eyes staring at my lips. Well this wasn't exactly how I planned our first kiss. Not that we were suppost to kiss at all, but still. Me being me, I had pictured him cradling me in the rain once our lip locked. Such a hopless-romatic.

I watched him lean into me, my body still sitting frozen. His hot breath landed on my face as he glanced towards me, his lips just cenimeters from mine. Slowly and cautiously, he melded my lips with him, moving them slightly.

I savored the feeling of his soft, wet lips on mine, knowing that this moment could only last for so long. It had only been seconds before he pulled away, leaving me longing and vulnerable. Again. He stared at me, not saying anything. I bit my lip unsure of what to say.

"Well, that was interesting," he spoke bluntly. That was interesting? That's it? To me, it felt like Heaven, but to him it was just interesting. Why do I even bother to get my hopes up. I turned my eyes away from him and towards my window, noticing the sudden change in weather. The bright rays of sun had been completely cover by dark, heavy rain clouds, waiting for the right time to burst. The weather was literally describing my day.

"Why didn't anything happen," he spoke abrunntly, his voice in a sudden panic. I glanced up at him, my thoughts for once blank.

"She said you were the key. That a kiss would bring me back too my world? Why isn't anything happening? I should be fading-or something," his voice yelped in a panic, staring at me with gazed eyes. I stared at him, remembering a certain part of my dream.

"She said the kiss had to be real. Hate to break it to you Jake, but that was kind of…fake." I said harshly, remembering her words clearly. His face flamed in a bright red as he absorbed my words.

"Well what the hell am I suppost to do? I kissed you, isn't that real enough? What does she expect? For me to just suddenly sweep you off your feet as I kiss you in the rain, I don't think so," his voice was rising with every word, not knowing the waves of pain he continued to cause. He had just described the perfect kiss. Damn him, for being so…bland on love. Not that I was any better. Just because I had boyfriends, didn't mean they lasted long. The longest was maybe a month. Jason Grover. My first love, also the prick too dump me for my sister. Figures.

"I don't know," I breathed gently, my body suddenly feeling weak. He breathed out a sigh too my answer, shaking his head lightly.

"Sorry for bringing this on you, I just…want to go home. If you only knew what it felt like not being where you belong," he breathed out gently, staring toward me with sadness traced into his features.

"I know the feeling all to well," I breathed, looking out the window as the harsh drops of rain begain to thud against my windows glass.

I felt the weight of the bed give in as Jake laid down, his face staring towards the ceiling in pain.

"What do we do, Leah," he breathed out hoplessly as I laid beside him. He placed his fingers in my hands, squeezing them comfortingly. I kept my face glued toward the ceiling, staring at 'my spot'.

"I don't know." I breathed a whisper as the hush thuds of rain began to dab against the windows glass.

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