"Why did you come Cullen?" I slur.

It's Friday night,

He's driving me home.

And right now it makes no sense to me.

"You asked me to come get you." He frowns, he's confused.

"Yes, but why did you come?" I say again, because I somehow think this will make what I'm really asking clearer.

And it does.

He's silent for a good long time.

Until finally.

"You know why Swan."

But I don't.

Because I'm drunk,

And stupid.

So I say "I really don't."

But even stupid drunk,

As soon as I say it,

I know I shouldn't have.