A/N Hi guys! I'm back, LOL! Also, if you didn't already know, former FF The Hunter's Heart is available on Amazon! It's $2.99 or £2.03. If you want some more info on that then just message me. Or you can check me out on Facebook! Kayleigh A Rogers Romance reminds me I have to update…

Anyway, here is Bella's hangover. I hope you like it!

BPOV

I awoke to the blinding light coming in through my bedroom window, the sick feeling in my stomach, and the stampede of Mumakils currently going through my head.

"Oh please God, if I don't throw up all over myself I'll be forever in your debt," I mumbled as I rolled over to press my face into my pillow, as I fought of a wave of nausea.

My stomach flipped, my entire body trembled and I broke out into a cold sweat. But after ten minutes of praying, begging, and cursing every alcoholic beverage on the planet, my body finally settled enough for me to roll over without hurling everywhere.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a glass of water and a bottle of pain medication from the bathroom cabinet.

How the hell had that gotten there?

Actually, the more important question was how the hell had I gotten here?

I managed to drag myself up and run my hand through my hair, which I knew looked like I'd stuck my finger in a light socket, and then did some head banging just to add to the look.

"Hello?" I called out groggily. How had I gotten here? Who had brought me here? Was there a dead body somewhere in my house?

"Stop. It," I growled at the dog that barked in the street.

As I got to my feet, the pain in my head and behind my eyes intensified, and after downing some pain meds and drinking back the stale water, I flopped back down onto the bed.

"Forget it," I whispered before falling back to sleep.

Some time later, I resurfaced feeling a little bit more like a human being. My eyes were a little sensitive, and my head had a dull ache going on, but I felt better.

I got to my feet, steadier than before, and made my way into the bathroom. I groaned at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

My eyes were dark, but that was due to last night's mascara, and my hair looked like I'd been dragged through a bush backwards.

Knowing that it was going to take more than a brush and a prayer to get it under control, I turned on the shower and climbed in. Remembering at the last minute that I still had a bandage covering my tattoo from last night, I cringed as I pulled it off.

"Ow," I whimpered, as I threw it into the small silver trashcan we kept in the bathroom without looking at it. The last thing I needed was to see that.

Careful to keep my chest to the shower, I spent more time just standing under the hot spray of water than actually bathing.

It was there that I remembered that it was Edward who had taken me home, so it must have been Edward that had laid me on the bed, and placed the glass of water and pain killers on the bedside table.

I didn't know how I felt about him being in my room when I was so vulnerable and out of it. I knew Edward would never take advantage of me. Hell, I couldn't have gotten him to do that when I was awake, sober, and together. Never mind when I wasn't.

So, because I was confused about what had happened last night, I decided to put it out of my mind.

Eventually, I climbed out, patted down the small of my back, blow dried my hair and dressed in sweat pants and a hoodie. Yes, I knew just how sexy I looked today, I thought as I pulled on a pair of sunglasses and left the house.

Despite the fact that I still felt a little sick, I wanted junk food. And since I was alone today, I thought nothing was better than to go shopping for some junk food, and spend a day in front of the television.

I also needed to pick up some sort of tattoo anti-bacterial cream so it wouldn't get infected. We had bought some from Bill, but obviously I'd left that in Seattle. Good job, Edward.

On the drive to the supermarket I sang along to Faith Hill's This Kiss, and tried not to go into a fit of road rage whenever anyone cut me off.

Soon I pulled up to the only supermarket in Forks, and prepared to run across the parking lot in the pouring rain. Normally I would have my umbrella in my truck, but I had packed it along with other things to take to Seattle. I mentally thanked Edward again as I dragged my hood over my head, and ran as quickly as I could into the store. Never had I been so glad to see those florescent lights.

As I grabbed a shopping cart, I remembered back when I had first moved to Forks; how the only place I felt comfortable was in the supermarket. I wondered what that said about me. Was I destined to be a Stepford wife or something?

Some things hadn't changed over the months. I still shopped for groceries and all the things that we needed around the house that my dad would never, and had never, thought to pick up on the rare occasions when he shopped.

To give him credit he had come along a few times, but he seemed to be intimidated by the stacked aisles and crying children that attempted to get away from their mothers. He was such a man.

Popping in my ear buds I strolled down the first aisle, dropping random thing's into the cart. I silently apologized to my dad since it was his credit card I was using. Not that it would stop me.

By the time I got to the more cosmetics and lotions aisles, my cart was filled, and I couldn't honestly say I needed a single thing in there.

I gasped. "Oh, strawberry lace scented hand wash!" I practically snatched the bottle off the shelf and twisted the cap off to take a sniff. It smelled like something I wanted to eat. I popped that in the cart also before moving onto to find the anti-bacterial creams.

When I found them, I stepped back with a frown. There was just so many. It reminded me of the part in Ten Inch Hero when Priestly was trying to decide which tampons to buy, and there were just so many to choose from. Yes, it wasn't like I was a guy picking up female hygiene products, but it still felt pretty overwhelming.

Pushing my sunglasses up, I picked up two bottles and scowled down at them. They both said the same things, but I had no idea what I should be looking for.

My glance flickered to the shelves and I shoved the bottles back to grab another. "Hah. Sale!" That was my obvious choice.

"You know, just because something is on sale doesn't mean it's the best product," a bell like voice said from behind me.

I squeezed my eyes shut before turning to face Alice. "Why are you here? It's not like they sell AB Negative in the freezer section."

Alice laughed. "I do miss your sense of humor. No, I came because we still have to keep up the appearance of being human. It's a terrible waste, but it's not like we have you around for that any more," she finished solemnly.

I remembered the time when Esme had shopped based on my preferences. Every item of food was something I liked. Every drink in the fridge was my favorite. It had made me feel welcome.

"I guess not," I agreed equally as quiet.

Alice reached past me to pick up a bottle, and handed it to me. "This will be best, and it won't irritate your skin, like the one on sale would have."

I frowned as I took the bottle from her small, cold hand. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We stood there in an uncomfortable silence for a long moment. "I know you're very angry with me. I know that you feel like I betrayed you by leaving, but please understand that Edward is my brother, and he asked me to leave. I knew he would come back eventually."

"That's not the point, Alice," I interrupted. "I understand you, I do. You can have a conversation with me now, and it won't matter as much because you know what will happen in a week or month from now, and that's what you need to know. But that's not fair to me."

She had the grace to look guilty. "I know it's not. But you have to understand that it's how I am. It's how I have been ever since I awoke, and have been ever since. It's difficult to worry about the present when I know how the future will turn out."

"Maybe you should try. That's why you told Edward, wasn't it? You knew that if he knew what was happening in Seattle then he'd race to me and bring me home, and give him the time with me that he wanted."

Alice nodded. "Yes. I know it will only make you angrier, but I can't help myself. I just want you and Edward to be happy and to be together. It's your destiny, and it's hurting you both while you fight it."

I looked into her eyes and knew. I knew she was only doing what she thought would help in the long run. I knew that she did love me, despite everything, but that didn't change the fact that she hadn't listened. That, for a woman who could see every outcome of the future, she couldn't see what her own actions were doing to me.

"I can't talk to you right now, Alice. Please, just stop looking for my future, and really stop telling Edward every time you think I'm about to do something he wouldn't approve of. It's been a long time since I've needed his, or any of your approval. Thanks for the advice," I added as I shook the tube of cream, and walked away from her.

I could feel her eyes on me as I left, but I didn't turn around. It seemed like Alice and I were the ones at an impasse this time. I wanted Alice to back off and see where I was coming from, and she wanted me to face everything for the sake of a future that hadn't even happened yet.

Deciding that the best thing to do was to get as far away from Alice as possible, I paid for my shopping, and got to my car as quickly as I could, feeling numb after having yet another run in with my old friend.

Instead of driving straight home, I found myself driving around town singing my heart out to Miranda Lambert's Over You. It was strange that a song about death made me think of everything I felt inside, and wouldn't let myself acknowledge.

As I drove past the local diner where my dad usually went once or twice a week, my jaw dropped at what I saw outside in the small parking lot.

"What the hell?" I muttered as I pulled up.

Standing outside, in the pouring rain was Mike and Jack, and they were squaring off against each other, like you saw in a bad movie.

"What's going on?" I yelled, as I marched over to them.

"Stay out of this, Bella," Mike snarled, never taking his eyes off of Jack.

While Mike radiated fury, Jack was a lot calmer, though his anger was evident. "It's cold out, Bella. Get back in the truck."

"No," I answered simply as I tried to push in between them. "You two are friends, why are you puffing up against each other like you're in West Side Story?"

"He stole my girl," Mike growled.

I pulled back to look at him with a frown. "Huh?"

"You broke up with her, Mike. You threw her away like trash, and you want to come down on me because I realize how special she is," Jack replied darkly.

I had never seen Jack angry, and I had to admit that he was pretty damn cute when he was.

"There's a code, you dick. You don't go there with your friend's ex," Mike said as he shoved Jack back a couple of steps.

Jack shoved me out of the way just in time, before Mike took a swing at him. Before I knew it, the two were throwing punches, and in a town where vampires live, cut lips could be dangerous. Also, both were my friends, and I didn't like to see them like this.

"Stop it, stop it, and stop it!" I yelled, as I dragged Jack off of Mike and wedged myself between them. "Can you see yourselves?" I demanded as I took them in. Jack had the beginnings of a black eye, split lip, and a bruise forming on his jaw. His clothes were torn from where Mike had ragged on them, and were now covered in mud.

Mike wasn't much better. His clothes were very much the same as Jack's, but his nose looked like it was broken, and blood poured down his face.

Do not pass out, I ordered myself firmly.

Breathing slowly through my mouth I glared up at both of them. "Fighting is stupid, and it makes you both look stupid, since this isn't Jet Li and Jackie Chan going at it, but Hugh Grant and Colin Firth in Bridget Jones's Diary. All we need is a couple of trash cans, and It's Raining Men playing in the background."

"Bella," Mike growled, obviously eager to get at Jack.

"Shut up," I snapped. "I have decked you before Mike, and I will do it again," I threatened as I gave him a shove. "Besides after morning the I've had, you really do not want to get me started."

"Whatever," he snapped as he stormed away.

"Hey!"

"Let it go, Bella. He's pissed at me, and nothing you say is going to calm him down," Jack added with a sigh.

I stared up at him. "You're a mess."

Jack just laughed, and if it wasn't for the state of his face and clothes, you never would have guessed that only moments ago, he was involved in the first human on human fight I'd ever seen.

"Where's your car?" I asked with a frown.

"Mike drove us from my house. I wanted to talk to him."

Shaking my head I started in the direction of my truck. "You can't go home like that, you'll give your parents a heart attack. You can clean up at my house, and borrow some of my dad's clothes."

Jack followed me to my truck and jumped into the passenger seat. "Thanks Bella, my folks will flip."

I smiled at his quote. Jack was always good for some movie trivia and had always been able to keep up with me. "It's okay," I assured him as I started the truck, rolling the windows down much like Edward had last night. "Do you want to tell me what happened? Feel free to start at the beginning."

Jack sighed as he wiped the blood away from his swollen lip. "Well, you know that Jessica and I have been dating for an over a month, and we decided that since Mike and I were friends, we would keep it quiet until we knew where we were going."

I nodded my head. I knew all this. Jack and Jessica were very much PDA happy when they were out of school, but in school, they were very careful to only come across as good friends.

"So, since you and Jess swapped I love yous, you decided to tell Mike, and he got pissed," I finished for him.

Jack nodded, unsurprised that I would know about he and Jessica declaring their love for one another. "He was really pissed, more than I thought he would be. When I tried to go after him, he started saying that I was getting his leftovers, and if he wanted her back he could have her. Honestly, if you hadn't come along when you did, I would have thrown the first punch. No one talks about Jess like that."

I turned to him with a soft smile. "I'm glad she has you. You do realize that she will probably castrate Mike for messing up your pretty face, right?" I teased.

He grinned. "That's my baby."

"Just put the bags in the kitchen, and go wash up. I'll put some of my dad's clothes in his room for you."

"You sure he won't mind?" he asked, as he placed the heavy brown bags onto the kitchen counter.

I turned to him with a smile. "My dad's clothes won't fit you, but he does have some stuff from his... thinner days," I laughed. "As long as I get them back before he decides to get nostalgic, than we'll be fine. The Chief of Police will never know you wore his clothes, or were half naked and alone with his daughter in his house."

He paled in front of me. "That's not even funny."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Go on upstairs. I'll grab you some clothes, and then throw yours in the wash."

After shoving an armful of clothes into Jacks arms, he tossed some out onto the hallway, and thanked me again for being so nice.

On the way down the stairs the phone began ringing off the hook. "Wait, wait, wait," I chanted until I could reach the cordless on the living room table. "Hello?" I answered breathlessly.

"Where the hell have you been?" Jessica demanded. "Edward practically drags you out of the club and takes off with you, and you never called after he left a message saying that you would. What happened?"

I laughed as I tossed Jack's clothes in the washer. "Nothing. He drove me home, helped me into bed, and then left. To be honest I don't even remember most of it. And no, nothing happened," I said before she could even ask.

"Oh," she replied sounding disappointed. "Well, why didn't you call? We were worried."

I felt guilt wash over me. "I'm sorry. As soon as I woke up all I wanted was a shower, and then food. I would have called you back when I got in, but your boyfriend got into a brawl, and distracted me."

"Wait. What?" She screeched into the phone.

I filled her in on how I had come across the guys about to come to blows, and what Jack had told me had happened. "And now he's getting naked upstairs. It's really a win for me," I teased her.

"Don't be a bitch. I'll scratch your eyes out," she added darkly which only made me laugh.

As Jack bounded down the stairs I said, "Here you talk to him. Jack stop that," I giggled into the phone.

"Bitch!" I heard her shout as I hand Jack the phone.

He gave me a confused look. "I'm not even going to ask. Hey baby," he drawled into the phone.

While Jack gave Jessica a play by play of what happened, I put all the food away, tried out my new strawberry lace hand wash, and covered my tattoo in a light layer of the cream Alice had said would work better for me.

Eventually Jack said goodbye to Jessica along with a very sweet 'I love you'. He came into the kitchen and frowned at the sight of the small buffet that I had going on. "You plan on feeding the five thousand?"

"Oh yeah," I drawled. "I'd feed them a lot better than bread and fish, too. You hungry?" I asked as I held out a bowl of chips. "I was going to have a Buffy marathon; you can stay if you don't have any other plans."

"No popcorn?" he asked with interest.

I wrinkled my nose. "I don't like it."

It was his turn to wrinkle his nose and give me a look of utter disgust. "And you call yourself a movie buff."

I cocked my head to the side. "Sit your ass down before I throw your ass out."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Yes ma'am."

As Jack set up the DVD player, I sat back and put my feet up. "You look pretty cute in my dad's clothes," I chuckled as I bit into a brownie.

"Oh yeah, stone washed jeans from the nineties are my thing," he drawled as he pressed play, and came to sit beside me.

I turned to look at him with a serious expression as we waited for the disc to load. "So, just what are you intentions with my Jessica?"

"Are you serious?" he asked through a mouthful of toffee.

I gave him a bland look. "Deadly. Look, you're cute and all, but she's one of my best friends, and I know Mike really messed with her head. I'm not going to sit here watching my favorite Slayer kick ass with a guy who intends on breaking her heart."

Jack leaned forward and looked into my eyes. "I know a lot of people see Jess as being shallow, and even at times insensitive, and the typical cheerleader, and I have to admit, at first, so did I. I looked at her as she flitted around school, but by my second day, I saw that she cared. That she was smart, and funny, and she loved her friends. I wanted to ask her out for so long," he laughed quietly.

"But you didn't because of Mike," I finished.

He nodded. "Yeah, Mike was a really big factor. Another one was that she is way out of my league."

I nodded my head in an agreement making him laugh. "It's true."

"It is," he agreed. "I saw her, this bright and popular girl who was so beautiful, and I thought that no way in hell would she even be interested in a guy like me."

"But you're hot," I said candidly.

Jack threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Thank you for that. But you have to understand that, at my old school, I was a geek. I liked movies, and books, and music that not many people listened to. I wasn't the type of guy one of the most popular girls in school would want."

"She did," I told him softly. "From the second she saw you. It pissed her off that you never seemed to notice her."

"I noticed her. I noticed everything about her. The way she smiled, the way she spoke, and the energy that always seemed to be around her. I saw her, and I thought 'There she is'. I know we're young, and anyone would roll their eyes at me for saying that when I'm only eighteen, but that's what I thought. When you find that, Bella, you don't let it go."

I sat there, feeling like a hand had been shoved into my chest. I knew the type of love he was talking about. I had felt that for Edward, and I thought he had felt that way for me. Only he had let me go.

After Jack went home, I eventually made my way to bed, lying there in the darkness, thinking of what Jack had said tonight; how the love he had for Jessica was so apparent whenever he spoke about her, or thought of her.

I thought of how I had felt that, and for the first time in months, I began to hum a tune that had once been my lullaby, and drifted off to sleep.

A/N So, what do we think? Not much Edward action, but we did get a little more of Alice and Jack who I really like.