YAY new story! I hope my summary wasn't too sucky, and if it was, I'm sorry I put you through that kind of pain. Well, enjoy! Oh, and also, the characters are OOC so don't freak out!

CPOV

I got fired. They kicked me out. It was only because I had taken some of Eve's soap, but I had run out of soap, and she had so much soap, and it smelt so good! I just couldn't help myself. And now, I don't have a job or a home. My mother, Amelie, "queen" of Morganville, decided that I had to grow up and make decisions for myself, so she kicked me out of the house and sent me as a maid to the Glass House, just to teach me "responsibility". But I know she doesn't want me. Ever since I was little, I knew she hated me because I looked too much like my father, Sam, who had broken her heart, left her knocked up, and lied to her.

"Claire, wait!" someone yelled from behind me. When I turned around, Shane was jogging up to me, holding something in his hand.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm leaving? I said, annoyed. He and I had been in a "relationship" while I worked here. But I was just bored, and he was hot and stupid, so it was actually pretty easy getting a "job" to please my mother.

"I'm so sorry. I tried, believe me, I tried so hard, but they didn't listen to me. Please don't leave me." He pleaded pathetically. That's what he was, pathetic. He actually thought I had feelings for him. Ha! As if! The only way I would have feelings for him would were if he were less pathetic and if he grew some balls for himself.

"Sorry, Shane, but you heard your friends. I'm not allowed within 50 feet of this place, which means if you wanna screw me, you're out of luck." I said and turned to leave.

"Marry me! Claire, please marry me. I love you." He said, and when I turned around, he was on his knees, a little black box open in his hand, a beautiful diamond ring inside it.

"Are you crazy? I don't want to marry you! I'm only sixteen!" I exclaimed. This was, of course, the only excuse I had. If I told him the truth, he'd be heartbroken, and I wasn't that mean. Maybe sometimes, but Shane was a nice guy. He didn't deserve this, even if he was an idiot.

"I know, but I love you, and I can't be without you." he said, his eyes shining.

"I'm sorry Shane, but my mother would never allow it. I'm sorry." I tried to look as heartbroken as possible, then turned around, leaving him on his knees.

MPOV

I fired the maid. She had put the blood in the wrong place again. I told her to put it in the freezer, on the left, behind the ice cream. She had put it in the freezer, on the right, behind the ice cream. What an idiotic human.

"But Mister, I have nowhere else to go!" exclaimed the maid, who's name I had forgotten.

"I'm sorry, ah, Jessica, but you have done something wrong, and I have told you the consequences of doing something wrong." I said.

"My name is Johnny, not Jessica! Do I look like a girl?"

"Oh, you are a human boy. You really should go get a haircut." I said and pushed the human out the door, and closed it once he was outside. I suppose I must go get another maid, but I want some ice cream first!

CPOV

"Move!" I yelled to a group of children on the sidewalk blocking my path. They all scurried away, looking terrified of me. I was quite a sight to see.

My hair was red, and no, I don't dye it. Not anymore, anyways. It used to be blond like my mothers, but it started turning red when I was ten. I had died it blue when I was thirteen. My mother had had a fit, but she got over it. I guess she preferred it blue instead of red, again, because of my father. My eyes were brown, but they had blue in them. I only wore dark colors and dark makeup only. No pink, no orange. Today, I had put on my black boots, black shirt under a midnight blue T-shirt, and a black skirt.

One child, a girl with brownish reddish hair and amber eyes, had stayed, staring at me with awe.

"What do you want?" I asked, giving her my coldest glare.

"You might be mean, but you're pretty. Like a Barbie doll!" she said, and grabbed my hand, putting something in it.

Before I could say anything, she waved and skipped away, looking happy. Of course, the only problems she could have are what color of nail polish would go best with her puppy's hair.

I looked at my hand. She had given me a bracelet. It was gold, with some kind of symbol I didn't recognize on it. Shrugging, I put it in my pocket, making a mental note to give it back whenever I saw her again.

As I made my way to my mother's office, I was thinking about what I was going to tell her. "Hey mom, I got fired from using soap!". Not the best way to break the news. Maybe I should look for another job. But first, some ice cream!

MPOV

Turns out the ice cream container in my freezer did not contain any ice cream, but it did have the octopus brain I had lost a month ago. So I went out to go get some ice cream at a little café on the corner that the dreaded Oliver owned.

As I got there, I saw a magnificent young lady with red hair, bluish brownish eyes, and black clothing walk into the shop.

I instantly started thinking of ways I could lure her into my bed. It had been about a month since I had seen Ada, and I missed her, but she did not matter at the moment. But I was getting lonely and Ada was away on business. It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun while she is gone.

As I walked in, I saw her eating a cookie dough ice cream in a table, looking at a newspaper. She was on the section where they showed all of the jobs available. So she was unemployed. With a grin that made me look like a maniac, I went over to talk to the "hot" girl.

CPOV

As I was looking through the newspaper, in search of a new job, a freak walked up to my table.

He looked to be about 25, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a hot body. The only thing that gave away he was a freak and not some kind of underwear model was the creepy grin on his face.

"Hello." He said in a sing-song voice.

"Hello?" I said, making it sound like a question.

"I see you are in search of a job." He pointed to the newspaper I had stolen from some old guy, and I nodded. Why did he care?

"Would you be interested in working for me?" he asked, eyeing me up and down.

"Oh, hell no! I am not a prostitute or a fang-banger. Go away." I said, licking my ice cream.

"A what? What are you talking about? I only wanted a maid. Although, if you are interested, there could be some arrangements made." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I snorted. This guy was really bad at picking up girls. He had the face and body of a god, but didn't know how to use it.

"Tell you what. I'll take the job as a maid, but I'll have to think about that last offer." I said.

"Okay! Come on!" he said and grabbed my hand, half-dragging and half-pulling me to the door.

"My ice cream!" I yelled

"I shall buy you another one." He said

Oh boy, I thought, what have I gotten myself into?

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