Disclaimer: I, Fiction 101, do not own the stories Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn or the characters within them.

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

Jacob

"You have got to be kidding me, Clearwater," Jacob groaned, hastily walking out of the school auditorium towards the parking lot. "What about me in your mind screams 'desperate house wife'? I mean seriously, do I look like a soccer mom to you?"

"Come on Jake, its tradition. He who leads his team to victory takes them out for pizza." I informed, matching him stride for stride.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, "I didn't lead your rag-tag band of misfits anywhere."

"But I did" I announced proudly, "and you're my ride."

"Not by choice." He was quick to remind me.

"So you keep saying," I grumbled. Unfortunately, my mom was called in to work a double shift at the hospital and with no mode of transportation of her own Leah was in the clear. Being one of the few members of either pack with a car at his disposal, Jake was my only other option.

"'Sides," Jacob went on to say once we were beside the Rabbit, "I'm pretty sure that that celebratory pizza thing only applies to real teams."

"We're a real team."

"You're mathletes, Kid," He deadpanned, pushing a hand into the pocket of his jeans and coming up empty handed. "That hardly qualifies as a team."

"According to the La Push School Board and Urban Dictionary, yeah, it does." I argued.

"Whatever," Jacob mumbled, moving his search of one pocket to the next. "I'm still not taking you."

"I didn't think you would… at least not willingly. Which is why," I quickly produced his car keys seemingly from thin air, "I took these."

"Where did you—how did you?" He sputtered, moving to take the keys from my open palm which I swiftly closed. "Give me my keys, Kid." Jake swiped at me but I stealthily dodged his attack.

"Not, " swipe, "Until," awesome dodge, "You" lame attempt to grab me, "Agree," evasive maneuver, "To
take us," swat , "For pizza," bob n' dart.

By the end of our scuffle I had his keys dangling by the keychain—a photo of him and Nessie—over the outstretched elastic waistband of my shorts. "Do you really want to venture where no man has ever gone before?" I asked with the slightest raise of an eyebrow.

"Give. Me. My. Keys. Seth," Jacob punctuated.

"Take. Us. For. Pizza. Jake." I inched his keys closer to what was awaiting inside my shorts.

We locked eyes, before he sighed. "One day, I will kill you."

"Sure, sure." I said dismissively, using his catchphrase in a fashion that, under different circumstances, would have made him proud.

"You have one more hour of my time. I mean it Seth, sixty fuckin' minutes and not a second more."

"Sure, sure." I repeated, already having tossed his keys over my shoulder. I eagerly motioned for the other members of my team to join us by the Rabbit.

He caught the keys with ease unlocking the door a little too forcefully. "Hurry up and get in," he barked, "Oh and Seth—"

"You don't have to say it." I interrupted, already aware of where the conversation was headed, "I'm crossing you off."

A/N: So that was Jacob's turn.

Gah, I love Seth! I picture him growing up to be this awesome kid who is smart with a bit of a nerdy streak. I couldn't work in his love of magic tricks but just so you know that is how he was able to get Jake's keys. Yup, our Seth is sleight of hand.

Let me know if there's a specific character that you'd like to see drive Seth next.