Disclaimer: I don't own the Morganville Vampire series.
A/N(1): When I was reading the first book I thought that Claire and Micheal'd end up together but I guess there was the surprise for me. I'd still like to see Claire and Micheal together so I decided to write this. This will be a short story from all the Glass House's tenants points of view.
A/N(2): I hope you enjoy...
Title: What Could Have Been.
Chapter One: One Kiss Was All It Took.
Claire Danvers' Point Of View:
It was over before I wanted it to be over. The warmth of his breath left my face and I felt cold as he let his arms fall by his side. The only emotion on his face was simple to read.
Regret.
He really was as stupid as they had said. Why do something -something you weren't pushed to do- and then stand there like a lost child, looking guilty, regretting what the other might have thought was right.
It was like he was afraid now, as if someone had seen us kiss. I was sure no one had, well except for one...
If he really wanted it -like it sometimes showed on his face- then you'd think he'd fight for it or something. Like he usually fought for other things -ones that I hate to admit were small things, like who gets to call dibz on the bathroom in the morning. But when it came to the harder stuff, he whimped out. I only knew one term that suited him perfectly as the guy I saw him as.
Coward.
Sometimes it mightn't have looked like he was a coward, like the tie he 'saved' Eve from Brandon ( one of the vampires) but in my eyes it looked sort of stupid. Eve could have run up the steps and through the door, into the house where Brandon wouldn't have been able to touch her. Well, it was just Shane trying to take the role of the hero. He should have thought about the fact that he could have gotten injured, fighting a vampire ( who had inhuman speed, and was very strong). Well it might have taught him a lesson about being all heroic.
"Dammit! I shouldn't have done that." Shane's voice brought me back from my train of thought.
"So why did you do it?" My eyes widened when I heard the other voice, not Shane's, and I looked around Shane's big frame at the door of my new room. There, wearing nothing but sweat pants, stood Micheal, definitely looking like an angel with the sight of his tanned skin and tossled hair. His voice sounded very cold.
Shane's eyes had practically popped out of his sockets.
"Dude, I didn't plan on doing it, just a spur of the moment. You could practically say I didn't want to."
That brought tears to my eyes. But not ones of sadness or rejection, but ones of anger. Shane then realised what he had said and turned to look at me. His face, once again, held the emotion of regret.
"Don't you ever do it again. Don't even look at her after what you just said." Micheal's eyes showed complete anger. And it didn't seem to be anger at the fact that his best friend/roommate had just been kissing with the new and underaged roommate. Why was kissing so wrong with the authorities? It's not like we did anything bad...
But it felt so nice that he was standing up for me. Especially at a time that I wouldn't have trusted myself to speak, afraid at the thought of my voice breaking.
Shane ignored Micheal and proceeded to take my hands in his and try to nudge my chin up so he could look me in the eye.
Not gonna happen!
I quickly shook my hands out of his big, warm ones. I'd miss it but I wouldn't regret it if he kept saying that it was all a mistake.
"Get out of my room." When I spoke, I had managed to keep my voice under control but I could feel it slowly breaking and I knew that I had to count on Micheal to do the pushing and antagonizing.
"Claire, don't do this! I didn't mean what I said and-"
"And you obviously didn't mean the kiss!" Micheal's voice was even more colder than before. He looked like he was a volcano, on the verge of exploding.
"Dude! Can you just butt out of this!?" Shane was also showing signs of anger.
"I'm not a 'dude' to you anymore. And as for butting out, well you can butt your way out of this house!"
I gasped. Was Micheal that serious about the trouble I might (did) cause over being underaged and giving the wrong impression? Shane looked stunned, his mouth hanging open just like mine and even though he had turned around to face Micheal I could still see the look on his face.
It screamed out betrayal.
As I thought this situation through, it seemed more clearer that Shane had lost Micheal as a friend. It made me feel guitly seeing as I was the one who had lead the two to this fight. Then I remembered Shane's sister, Lyssa, who he had lost in a fire. His mother was added onto the list later on.
It really was hard on Shane. He had now lost a third person close to him. And his life wasn't gonna be ending soon, as I would like to think.
"Are you serious? No, you've got to be kidding me!" I new that if I weren't here he might have said 'Over her?!'. He still looked shocked.
But Micheal looked serious. I was worried about that. I had seen a movie once where two best friends fought because they both liked this guy who broke both their hearts in the end. In the end their friendship was worthless, nothing to piece back together.
The exact same situation between Shane and Micheal. But couldn't Micheal just forget what he had seen? To save his friendship with Shane?
Heck, I would have moved out if it meant that they'd stay friends.
Nothing was worth wrecking your friendship over. Nothing.
