Disclaimer: I, Fiction 101, do not own the stories Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn or the characters within them. I also DO NOT in any way condone underage drinking.

A/N: You have to admit I'm on a roll (two one shots in one week is pretty impressive considering this is me and I was on what, a nearly three year hiatus).

I couldn't help myself, I recently accompanied a friend after getting one of those calls and I automatically imagined our dear Seth in a similar situation.

By the way, the title of this fic is a play on the movie Driving Miss Daisy, which is totally awesome and highly recommended by yours truly.

Summary: A series of one shots and drabbles in which Seth Clearwater struggles with being one of the few people in the 'Twilight Saga' who does not have a drivers license.

Hi, I'm Seth Clearwater, sixteen year-old shape-shifter, and no, I do not have my driver's license.

DRIVING MISTER CLEARWATER

Carlisle and Esme

"Thanks for doing this, guys. I really appreciate it." I said as soon as I slid into the backseat of the sleek black Mercedes, closing the door behind me.

Carlisle and Esme Cullen were probably the last two people that I wanted to call at nearly two in the morning but this weekend my options were far and few between. Edward and Bella had taken Nessie on a family trip so they were out of town. Both Jacob and Leah had flat out shot me down. Emmett freaking laughed. Rosalie ignored my desperate texts. Quil and Embry were running patrol. Alice–and by association Jasper–were already on my 'no call' list. While my mom and Charlie weren't even a part of my consideration set. So who else could I call at nearly two in the morning aside from the head of the friendly neighborhood vampire family and his wife?

"Sorry about calling so late," I hastily added.

Esme reluctantly looked away from the window, where she was no doubt scrutinizing the shady house with booming music that I'd not too long ago exited. "It's not a problem, Seth." The engine of the car purred softly in the background as Carlisle shifted the car from 'park' to 'drive'.

"Oh, uh, this is my friend, Karen," I pointed at the girl that had one of her thin and heavily bangled arms looped around my neck in an attempt to keep herself from toppling over. "She's my date."

"Hello, Karen." Carlisle greeted politely, briefly shifting his gaze from the dark Forks, Washington road to the rearview mirror to examine the gangly brunette.

Karen lazily held up two manicured fingers in peace as a makeshift greeting before dropping her hand onto her bare thigh making a 'slap' sound that seemed to echo throughout the car. The smell of alcohol was apparent- even to a non-supernatural being- as she breathed in and out noisily through her mouth.

Esme sent me a disproving glance over her shoulder that said "I'm very disappointed in you" as I fiddled with buttons until the tinted glass of the automatic widow rolled down allowing the cool, early morning breeze into the vehicle.

The fresh air wasn't helping; the girl still reeked of booze. "Make a left at the next light," I instructed angling my head out the window.

"I don't feel too good, Papa Bear." Karen groaned, before lurching forward, toward Esme in the front seat. A wise man–I think it was Jacob–once said: Beer before liquor never sicker, liquor before beer you're in the clear. Obviously Karen had never heard the rhyme because if she had she wouldn't have puked all over Esme.

No one spoke until Karen was safely in her—less-than-happy-to-be-woken-up -at -two-in-the-morning-by-a-tall-Native- American-dude-carrying-their-puke-covered-daughter-parent's custody.

"Seth," Esme, who should be the figurehead for motherly-ness and calm, struggled to maintain her composure "Get your license."

Wordlessly, my gaze landed on the undead doctor for support.

"Get your license, Seth," he agreed.

Not cool Carlisle, not cool I mentally chided as I crossed my surrogate vampire mother and father figures off the list of people that I could call for a ride.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not sure if I should turn this into a series of one shots (in which several characters have the experience of chauffeuring Seth around until he gets his license) or, if I should gracefully bow out here. Let me know what you think