A/N: Guess who's back! I'm really sorry for the delay. Over December my grandfather was really ill and we lost him in January, which wasn't the easiest thing to deal with. Then I had exams and my internet broke for a couple of months, and I just got it back today, so I'm really sorry but I'm going to try to update much more! Again, I'm not over the moon with this chapter but it's something … Really, really short, but something. Thank you so much to those of you that have been messaging me and asking for more, the encouragement has actually made me want to write again. Enjoy!

My eyes felt heavy as I forced them open. It was still dark. My stomach lurched as I sat up quickly, realising I was moving. How bizarre. I squinted and relaxed when I acknowledged that I was in Jake's car.

"Phew." I muttered happily, laying back down on the back seat, trying to ignore the growing nausea.

"You're drunk Bella." He stated, emotionless. He was staring at the road ahead, but I was wishing that he would glance back at me or something. His eyes reflected in the mirror were unmoving, and he was breathing deeply. Probably trying not to get crazy mad and tear me to pieces.

"I guess that's true." I replied softly, not ready to argue yet.

"You just have to keep making things worse, don't you?" He sighed. He finally glanced back at me in the mirror, and he looked a little less angry now.

"I swear I don't do it on purpose." I mumbled pathetically, wondering how it was that I always got myself into these stupid situations.

"You just attract trouble."

"You are trouble." I argued back, well aware it wasn't really an adequate response, but it was the best I could do.

"I attract you?" He smirked at me now, and my heart felt lighter suddenly, seeing a potential way to get him out of his bad mood. I wasn't looking forward to being in trouble.

"You. You're like. Wow. You're like wow. You, are the cheese to my macaroni you know." I hitched myself up and dangled myself off the side of his seat, my drunken breath grazing his cheek and causing him to wrinkle his nose and push me back. I crawled up again, relentless. "You're the crust to my pizza."

"You're the gasoline to my fire, so if you don't want to get into even bigger trouble, I suggest you shut up before I go ablaze." I leaned back in my seat and pouted.

"You're the Romeo to my Juliet." I mumbled, using the analogy I'd always saved for Edward and I. Jacob glanced at me in the mirror and sighed.

"Go to sleep Bella."

"But I'm almost home!"

"You're better off not being conscious when you see Charlie. Go to sleep."

"Fine." I flopped down in resignation and closed my eyes, letting the alcohol fog my brain and melt into submission. Bliss.