Hey, this is my first ever fanfiction, and I'd love reviews, I'm 13 years old and if you wanna know about my lifestyle check out my profile.:)
The title says it all really so enjoy!
For Claire Danvers it had been a busy week working for Myrnin, her crazy boss. She'd just finished sorting one of Myrnin's Christmas boxes, three days now. She thought, she couldn't wait for her first Christmas in the Glass House. Her first Christmas with her friends. Her first Christmas with Shane.
"Put the lot of it in the trash." He'd said to her.
"Okay then Mr Grinch." She murmured as got to work. Why was Myrnin so grumpy at Christmas? It's meant to be fun and exciting. About half an hour later she'd finished. Wow. He has a lot of crap.
"I'm finished Myrnin!" She shouted as she pushed the remaining empty box under the desk and walked over to her insane boss who was reading a book.
"You may go now." He said blankly without even looking up from his book.
"Uh, its dark out, can I take the portal?"
"If you wish."
"Myrnin, what's the matter? Why don't you like Christmas?"
"Go, now Claire."
"But-"
"Leave, Claire! Before I make you leave, we know how that will end don't we? You would make a lovely Christmas dinner, little Claire!" He screamed louder than she'd ever heard him before his eyes burning red like the devil, somehow within the last second he had ended up centimetres away from her face. Claire said nothing she just stumbled out the portal in shock, his red eyes her stalking her every movement. She slammed the portal door closed and sank down against the house wall.
"Hey Claire Bear is that you?" Eve called from the kitchen.
"Y-yes." She stammered standing up.
"Tacos for tea, is that alright?" Eve questioned as Claire through the doorway into the kitchen to find her cooking in all her Goth-glory, today she was wearing black leather pants matching a blue t-shirt-or as Eve called it 'electric' blue- with a striking yellow lightening bolt on it and her clunky combat boots.
"Cool," Claire was trying to forget the incident that just happened. "Where's Shane?"
"He and Michael are upstairs finishing off the decorations. They found a load in the attic that we never even knew we had!" She smiled and turned to face Claire. "Hey sweetie, what's up?" She was stunned when she saw the fear on Claire's face.
"It's just nothing, honest Eve." She said rolling her eyes and slapping a fake smiling across her cold face. "How long will tea be I'm starving?" Claire turned to the fridge, opened it pointlessly gazed inside for a short while then closed it and stepped away.
"It's ready now can you call the lads?" As Claire turned into the living room Shane was running down the stairs in his grey jogging pants and a Killers t-shirt. Holding something behind his back he walked up towards her.
"Hey," He said flicking his hand from behind his back to reveal a stick of mistletoe. Claire smiled wildly and kissed him it was sharp and meaningful, before she knew it Shane had dropped the mistletoe and she was tangling her fingers in his hair – it really was getting long now – while he shaped his hands and massaged down her hips to the button of hers trousers he slowly pressed his fingers down her jeans until the silver button slipped out the hole. Shane's lips moved down to kissed her neck, making there way lower and lower and lower.
"Ahem, let's keep it PG in here please." Eve said from behind them as she brought two plates of tacos into the living room and placed them on the coffee table.
"Sorry." Shane muttered as he broke the kiss not moving his gaze from Claire's brown eyes. She did up her trousers. "Claire's wearing my favourite panties today and it's just so hard to resist…" he said turning around to face Eve and Michael who both laughed. Claire smacked him around the back of the head, and everyone laughed again. "Ouch," Shane murmured as he flopped down on the sofa and Claire sat on his lap laughing.
"That's my girl." Eve chuckled grabbing a taco. The four friends sat down that night watching the soaps and eating their taco's in front of the warm fire and the TV. Until it came down to the last taco and Shane and Claire's plate, Claire grabbed it and took a bite out of it.
"Hey, that's mine." Shane complained as he went to grab it out her hand but she stood up and backed away.
"Nu-uh, you've had more than me and I've had a busy day at work." She said as she teased him by taking another bite.
"You don't think they'll argue over a taco?" Michael whispered to Eve who was lying on his lap.
"Meh," She replied turning the TV over.
"Give me my taco." He said trying to act hard but blatantly smiling.
"Nope." she said smugly as he ran around the coffee table chasing her. She kept teasing him by taking large bites out of it and grinning wildly. He darted forward to grab her waist but she ran over the back of the sofa and hid behind Michael's chair. She was laughing until grabbed her and throwing her over his broad shoulder. She sharply dropped the taco and it hit the floor.
"You are so cleaning that up Collins!" Eve yelled.
"Ha, here we go again." Michael murmured. He was used to this between Shane and Claire; it wasn't really a normal Thursday night if Claire and Shane didn't start pissing around.
"Put me down, now!" Claire ordered loudly.
"Nope say sorry." He said walking around the living room effortlessly smiling. "You stole my taco you need punishment.
"Put me down or-"
"Or what?" He teased interrupting her.
"Or no sex tonight and I mean it!" She demanded and Shane froze on the spot.
"You wouldn't." Shane narrowed his eyebrows.
"Try me."
"Oh yes! Now that is my girl. You go Claire, whoop!" Eve shouted jumping up to high-five Claire before realising that she was upside down and hanging over her boyfriend shoulder.
"Eve, don't us girls always stick to what we say?"
"Always." Eve confirmed nodding her head. "You could even go a step farther-"
"Ha, I've got one how about no physical contact at all until Christmas!" Michael couldn't contain himself anymore and he burst out laughing interrupting Eve.
"I like that idea Mikey!" Claire announced as Shane put her down quickly and turned to Michael.
"Dude," Shane groaned "Whose side are you on fang boy?" Michael shrugged smiling and Eve finally got to high-five Claire. "Claire can we go upstairs and have a chat pleaaase?" Shane begged.
"A chat sounds fun." She grinned as they both ran upstairs hand-in-hand.
"Oh yeah, because they are totally having a chat." Eve said to Michael before he kissed her and she climbed back on his lap.
"It's kind of gross, though. I mean; she's like my little sister and they're doing it right above us." Michael groaned as they heard a loud bang followed by a giggle. "They could at least be discrete!" Eve smiled.
"Relax Michael, it's all good fun!" Eve said rolling on top of him and kissing him.
"I love you." He said and the words came from somewhere far down in his heart.
"I love you too." They smiled.
Awww, I had to get an Eve/Michael moment in there somewhere because we don't hear much from them.
Things are revealed in chapter 2 which I will hopefully post soon.:)
Reviews would be brilliant but thanks for reading it anyway!
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I will update soon and thanks again.
-Emily xx
