I greatly apologise for my absence but I have been obsessed with reading The Hunger Games. Anyway, this is a short chapter but writer's block is incredibly hard to overcome! Enjoy, and review please!

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Jacob

The house looked so empty and dark at night. I wondered what Bella was doing, when I noticed her Chevy was missing from the drive-way. Where could she be at this time?

I phased back to my human form and slipped a pair of shorts on before striding over to the porch of my 'girlfriend's house. As I knock on the door, I noticed the lounge light was still on.

"Jacob, what are you doing here?" Charlie yawned. "Bella is out with an old friend from Pheonix."

"Where've they gone?"

"Clubbing. Or drinking, of some sort," he sighed. "I wish she wasn't eighteen!"

"Me too.." I waved goodbye to Bella's Dad as I walked slowly into the woods, before phasing.

Pounding through the woods usually made me feel free and washed away the worries, but tonight I felt like the world would just collapse if I didn't find her.

"Lucy! No more. I feel a bit si-" Bella's voice rung through my ears, before vomit interrupted her. She bent over a drain as Lucy -whoever she was- held back her curtain of brunette hair.

"Bella… Are you okay?" I said just loud enough that she could hear me.

"Jacob! Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tipsy," she giggled as she stumbled towards me.

"We've got to get you home." I hooked my arm under hers and led her towards her Chevy that was parked across the road from the club they had just left.

"No! I and Lu. want to dance!"

"Bella, look at me," I placed my hands on either side of her paper-white face. "You're drunk. You need to get home and go to bed."

"Only if you come with me!" She winked, trying her best to be flirty in her intoxicated state.

When she finally let me get her into bed, Lucy had already passed out on the couch and Charlie was snoring in his bedroom.

"Jacob…"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Thank-you. And I'm sorry." She said as she cuddled beneath her soft, purple duvet.

"Don't apologise, gorgeous. I'm just glad you let me bring you home." I squeezed her cold hand.

"No, I'm sorry about the note from Edw-"

"Hey, it's fine." I interrupted, not wanting to hear the name of her ex. I was being surprisingly petty.

"I missed you."

"Right back at you, beautiful. Now go to sleep."

I spent the remaining few hours of the night watching my enchanting girlfriend as she drifted in and out of her restless unconsciousness. When she awoke, her ruffled hair, smudged make-up and sickly pale face made her look like the most beautiful -and hung-over - princess in the world.