Hey! This is a little different to anything I've done before but I had loads of ideas for it and have a really good feeling about it. To readers of the 'Been Here All Along' and 'Hold On Tight' A/Ns: It's not the original story I was going to do (the one I had the clue for) but I decided against that one as it was a bit of a difficult story line and I had a better feeling about this one, If you really want to know what it was going to be, let me know and I'll PM you or send you a review reply = )

Ok, I'm not sure about my portrayal of the drunkenness but I don't have a huge amount of experience, I hope it's not too bad!

ENJOY!!!!!!

BPOV

I stepped out of Mike's old Toyota and we walked up the beer can covered pathway to the source of the loud music and yelling.

I don't know why I'd let Mike talk me into coming. I hated parties; I hated the ear-drum-bursting music, the drunken guys and the pure stench of alcohol that covered the house, I hated the crowds and the yelling. I hated teenage parties. Yet, I let my boyfriend talk me into going to them every single week.

Call me what you like; a prude, a goody two shoes. Everyone does it, yet, everyone seems to like me anyway. I guess it's out of fear of my dad, like they think he's going to arrest them if they don't pretend to like me, which is utterly pathetic. But I can't say much considering I fear him just as much as they do.

It's not that he's dangerous or violent; he's just a little over protective... I've only got my mum to blame for that, since she left him and Forks when I was just a year old. I came back to live with him a couple of years ago when mum married Phil; I didn't feel like living with newlyweds, and I think they were grateful they didn't have a fifteen year old hanging round anymore. But ever since I came back, Dad's watched me like a hawk, as if he's afraid that if he gives me the slightest bit of freedom, I'll do a runner.

We walked through the door way and made our way to the snack table, Mike immediately opened a beer and passed it to me, I shook my head. He was always trying to get me drunk, another plan to get in my pants.

He rolled his eyes, "You've gotta live a little, babe!"

I grimaced, I hated it when he called me that, it felt so fake and uncomfortable, and possessive, "if I'm going to be doing any living, I'd like it to be while I'm sober."

"It's one drink," he took a swig, "it's hardly going to make you pass out."

I was sick of having this stupid debate at every single party he made me go to, "I said no, Mike."

"Whatever," he shrugged, "come on."

He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and through the hallway, past various couples making out on the beer stained carpet, until we found a room with an open door. I sighed as he pulled me in and locked the door behind us, not this again.

He pulled me onto the bed and plunged his tongue down my throat. I cringed, his breath smelt of alcohol, like he'd already been drinking before we came. I played along, as usual, kissing him back for a while. Then his hands started roaming around my body, it was like this every time, always the same. He fiddled round with the hem of my top before starting to lift it up, I pulled away and stopped his hand from going any further.

"I told you, Mike," I started, feeling a sense of déjà vu, "no."

"Come on, babe," he laughed, nuzzling his face into my neck, "we're just having a bit of fun."

"There are other ways to have fun," I replied as he started placing sloppy kisses down my collar bone.

"Don't you love me baby?"

"Oh, no," I started, pushing him off of me, "don't you dare use that one on me, Mike!"

"No," he replied, his voice getting louder as he stood up, towering over me, "I will use that one! We've been dating 4 months and you STILL refuse to make love to me!"

That got me angry. I stood up too, glaring at him, "you don't understand the meaning of making love! You've never wanted to make love, you just want to have sex!"

We stood there glaring at each other for a while before he started heading for the door, "right, I've had enough of this. We're done."

I stared at him, speechless as he placed his hand on the door handle, "well, that really shows what kind of man you are, Mike, breaking up with someone simply because they won't sleep with you? Real mature."

He turned around and narrowed his eyes at me, "I'm not the only guy who doesn't want to date someone as frigid as you! Good luck finding someone who'll put up with your crap!" and with that he swung the door open and stormed out, slamming it behind him.

I collapsed onto the bed as my mascara began to slowly run down my cheeks. Sobbing, I placed my head in my hands. I didn't even know why I was crying, I mean, yeah, my boyfriend just broke up with me but he wasn't even a good boyfriend! He wasn't even a good guy! I guess it was just the sheer rejection, the fact that I had, in fact, just been dumped.

I raised my head and looked around the room; clothes, star wars dolls and plastic light sabers lay scattered on the floor, a few posters of robots with 'Transformers' written in silver across the bottom were stuck crookedly on the dark blue walls and I was sitting on a Spongebob Squarepants duvet cover.

I nearly threw up; Mike had wanted me to sleep with him in a ten year old's room.

I was interrupted when a drunk couple came stumbling into the room, "oh," the blonde girl giggled, "whoopsie."

"Uh, sorry," I apologised for some unknown reason, standing up and heading for the door while wiping my cheeks with my sleeves, I slipped past them and they shut the door behind me.

The hallway floor was still covered in beer stains and people. I stood outside the door and checked my phone for the time: 7:45. Great. My curfew was 9:00 and I'd just been dumped by my ride home. This night just kept getting better.

I walked down the hallway and made my way down the stairs, knowing I looked awful without needing to find a mirror. I had no idea what I was going to do. I didn't even know where I was! Home could be on the other side of town or just round the corner.

I wandered aimlessly around, panicking on the inside while trying to look calm on the outside. I checked my phone again: 8:15. Brilliant.

Giving up, I found a corner and sat, I let my head fall into my hands and tried to hear myself think over the thundering music. I felt someone it down beside me but didn't bother to look up.

"So," I heard a velvety voice say, "what's a pretty girl like you doing sitting in a corner like this?"

I cringed, raising my head to find myself looking into the greenest eyes I had ever seen, his perfectly chiselled face was topped my gorgeous bronze curls and I couldn't believe I was describing another guy like this after being dumped less than an hour ago, "is that meant to be some sort of cheesy pick up line?"

He shook his head, "it was meant to be a question. Beer?" he asked, holding one out to me, while he held another in his other hand.

"No, I do-" I sighed, "give me that." I grabbed it off of him, opened it, raised it up to my mouth and chucked half the can down my throat only stopping to catch my breath.

"Wow," he commented, "someone's having a bad day. You still haven't answered my question."

I shrugged, suddenly feeling a strange sense of confidence talking to this stranger, maybe I should drink alcohol more often, I checked my phone, "I have to be home in half an hour or I'm literally dead and I've just been dumped by my ride home for being too 'frigid'"

He shook his head, "bummer."

"So, what are YOU doing sitting in a corner like this?"

He took a swig of his own can and replied, "I just walked in on my girlfriend in bed with another guy."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry."

He shrugged, skulling back the rest of his beer. I did the same and we chucked our cans somewhere on the floor, "I'm gonna go find some more," I told him, standing up and heading for the snack table where I found 12 cans. I somehow managed to scoop them all into my arms and carry them back to the corner, I threw them onto his lap and took my place back on the ground.

He looked at me with wide eyes, "someone's eager."

"Someone's depressed," I replied, opening one and skulling the entire can.

He did the same and I began to feel a bit dizzy, but amazing, "the thing about Mike," I started, "is that he never once told me he loves me! Never! And then he tries to make me have sex with him by saying it's 'making love'! Ass hole."

He nodded as I pried open another can, "I get it, and Tanya never even wanted to sleep with me, I mean, we talked about it but she said she 'wanted to wait', then we come to this party and she opens her legs for the first guy that looks at her. Jeez, 'wanted to wait' my ass."

"Aww," I cooed, patting his cheek as I took a large swig, "but you're so gorgeous!"

He grinned at me and gulped back the rest of his can, "that's so sweet."

After about half an hour of wallowing in self pity, we looked down at our stash of alcohol to find there were none left. I was so ridiculously drunk I wasn't even sure how many I'd had.

We looked up at each other and burst into fits of giggles, "there all gone!" he chuckled.

"Poof!" I giggled uncontrollably as we clutched our stomachs.

Once we had calmed down, he stood up, telling me, "I'll go get us some more."

"No," I stopped him, standing up, "we need something stronger."

He grinned at me, "are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking what you're thinking, B2," I garbled and we both burst into another fit of giggles.

After calming down, again, we made our way through the crowds to the deserted kitchen. We raided the cupboards like animals, searching high and low.

"Ahem," came the voice of the stranger, I turned around to find him standing with a full bottle of Vodka held above his head like a trophy.

I grinned, "shot glasses?"

He scoffed, "who needs shot glasses?"

After stumbling back to our corner with the bottle stuffed obviously down his top, we were seated again, the Vodka sitting in between us, completely oblivious to the party goers dancing around us, just as they were completely oblivious to the drunkards sitting in the corner with a bottle of Vodka.

"Right," I slurred, "you can't have vodka without drinking games."

He scoffed, "and how would you know that?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "don't mock me. I'm guessing this is your first time drinking too?"

"How would you know that either?"

I shrugged, "I can see it in your eyes."

He rolled his eyes, "cut the crap. Yes, this might be my first time drinking. You still haven't answered my question."

"I saw it on a movie, ok?"

"Ok," he laughed, "now what's this drinking game?"

"Right," I started, "I think it goes like this: I say 'I've never... something I've never done' and then if you have done that thing, you take a swig."

"Ok," he replied, "you first."

I thought for a minute, "ok, I have never eaten peanuts."

"Really?" he gasped, "not one?"

"Nope," I shook my head, "never."

He unscrewed the lid and nervously lifted it towards his mouth, I giggled, watching him. He took a gulp, slamming the bottle down on the wooden floor, coughing and spluttering.

I laughed at him while he glared at me, "wait 'til you try it!" he coughed, "then we'll see who's laughing!"

I scoffed, "sure, sure."

"Right, I have never seen an episode of Desperate Housewives."

I rolled my eyes at him, "be more creative. Not all girls have seen Desperate Housewives."

He looked at me, disbelieving, "don't try and tell me you've never seen Desperate Housewives."

"I haven't," I grinned triumphantly, "my turn again."

He groaned.

I stroked my chin as I struggled to come up with something, "got it! I have never seen a baseball game."

He cringed, reaching for the bottle and repeating the previous episode. Once he had recovered, he slurred, "right, I've got you this time: I have never broken a bone."

My face fell, "were you my doctor in a previous life or something?"

"No..." he replied, frowning.

"Ugh, I've broken about twenty different bones, several multiple times," I scratched my head, "I think it's twenty, although I'm currently drunk out of my mind so I wouldn't trust that judgement."

He chuckled, sliding the bottle towards me, "right, drink up."

I wrapped my hand round the icy bottle and brought it up to my mouth, tipping slightly. I screwed up my eyes as it slowly made its way down my throat, burning it in the process. I refrained from coughing, determined to beat him.

He stared at me with wide eyes as I placed it carefully back down, "you've had this stuff before."

I shook my head aggressively when my eyes landed on someone watching me from the stairs on the other side of the room: Mike.

He was watching me with wide eyes, I giggled, waving at him. Then, without thinking, I launched myself at the stranger, latching my lips onto his, as he moaned into my mouth I shoved my alcohol covered tongue through his open lips while my hands roughly ploughed through his thick hair.

After what felt like forever, I pulled away, gasping for breath and giggling like a little girl.

He chuckled, "what was that?"

"I don't know," I gasped, smiling widely, "but what I do know, is that it's an hour past my curfew and I don't even care! I should try this alcohol stuff more often!"

He laughed, pulling me off of him just as I realised I had been straddling his waist. I leant limply against the wall, looking back at Mike to see him laughing with a bunch of guys I'd never seen before. I frowned, he hadn't even seen!

Right, I thought, now to get him really jealous.

I stood up grinning down and holding my hand out for him to take, "come on," I slurred, attempting to sound seductive, "let's go see if there are any rooms free upstairs."

He raised an eyebrow at me, but took my hand anyway. I led him towards the stairs, both of us stumbling all the way. When we reached the stairs, Mike turned around and frowned at us.

"Did it ever occur to you, Mike?" I mumbled, "that maybe I'm not frigid? Maybe I'd just rather not have sex with someone like you? It's alright though," I tried to stroke the stranger's chest but ended up falling into it instead. Once I had straightened up, I finished my sentence, "it's alright though, I've found someone man enough to satisfy my needs," I giggled, "don't worry, I'm sure you're big enough for your teddy bear."

His friends covered their mouths to contain their laughter while Mike just stood there, eyebrow raised, still as a statue.

I giggled and started up the stairs, pulling the stranger behind me. We stumbled down the hallway, opening doors 'til we found an empty room. I pulled him in, fumbling with the lock until I finally managed to lock it. For a second, real Bella came back, normal, sane Bella, and just for a second I thought what the hell am I doing? I'm Bella Swan! I'm the Police Chief's daughter, resident goody two shoes! I don't get dumped at rowdy parties! I don't drink 'til I can't see straight anymore! And I definitely don't sleep with strangers! But then drunk Bella came back, plastered, insane Bella, and normal Bella was gone, her values completely forgotten as I turned around and leapt at the stranger in front of me.

Sooo.... what did ya think?! Good? Bad? Awful? Let me know in a review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an episode of desperate housewives to watch = )