Why Him?
Michael's Point Of View
It wasn't men. It was just him. Strong, comforting, messed up Shane. It had nothing to do with Shane looking good or anything, well maybe slightly, it was just the pleasure of being around him. I remembered when he had just moved in with me. It broke my heart when I saw him with other girls or even talking about them. Then when, Oliver tried to change me, he was always getting hurt or in trouble and I couldn't do anything about it. Nothing apart from try to talk him round, but ever since I started feeling that way about , it got increasingly harder for me to talk to him one on one.
So maybe if I wasn't housebound, I could get my Shane back. And if that meant keeping all four of us happy and safe I would do. I would change. Just for him. For my Shane. But he wasn't my Shane. He was Claire's boyfriend and I wasn't about to do that to a friend. Even if it meant hurting myself for it.
I still changed. If I was a vampire, I could save his stupid ass from getting into trouble. It wasn't enough and he hated me for it. Well I thought he did so I decided to confront him. But he hated me for other reasons...
"Seriously, Shane. What is wrong with you?" I shouted gripping his shoulders and pushing him into the nearest hard surface. Which in the kitchen, was the fridge. His body tensed, but I got the feeling he wasn't gonna fight back. I released my hold on him slightly but still pushed him against the cold metal.
"Get off me." He whispered, looking sad.
My voice softened, "Shane? Please? Tell me, what is wrong with you?" He remained silent and I almost wanted to push him against the fridge door again. "Is it about the whole vampire thing because seriously, you..." He cut me off by reaching his finger out to trace my bottom lip. He breathed heavily and if I still had to breath, I would have been too. Responsively, I breathed on his hand, knowing that anything less would have freaked him out.
"Michael, I..."
It was my turn to cut him off. I couldn't resist. I pressed my lips softly to his, expecting no response, and felt his lips move with mine. My hands moved from his shoulders and down to his waist. Where they lingered softly and comfortingly. I felt his hands knit hurriedly in my hair and his whole body press against mine. I pulled away from him quickly.
"Wait, Shane. There is so many things I have to ask you..." He kissed me again and I almost felt myself forget the things that needed to be said. "I'm being serious, Shane. I love you." I said parting from him again to look into his eyes. We stayed that way for a moment just looking at each other. I took in his messy bed head teamed with his sparkling blue eyes and red lips. He smiled and his eyes sparkled even more.
"Michael, I never thought I'd say this to a dude but I think that I love you too." I couldn't help but to kiss him again.
And that's when Claire stepped inside the kitchen...
