So here's just a little idea that I came up with while talking to my friend one long day ago. Claire and Shane get drunk and fun ensues! Enjoy!
Claire's POV
It started out with a little drinking, just a little. An insignificant amount really, but apparently enough to lose all my well-earned common sense. Wasn't it always drinking that did it?
"So," Shane said from the couch, licking the last bits of chilli and coke from his lips. "Watcha wanna do tonight?" He flashed me that secret smile of ours that said so many things, so many options.
I shrugged my shoulders a little, put down my bottle of coke and climbed the short distance across the couch into his arms. He pulled me in close, pressing our bodies together in a way that felt so insanely right and placed his now spicy lips against mine. "Mmm, this would be good. Maybe on a bed. With less resistance," I said tugging at his shirt. He raised his eyebrows and kissed me again, harder this time, with more passion.
"Since when did you become the zealous one?" he asked, giving me mischievous look that promised that tonight was going to be amazing.
"Zealous?" I asked, "Is that word of the day or something? Did I miss a memo?" He just laughed. We both knew that no matter how smart he might be that word was way out his vocabulary range.
"What?" he asked in a deliciously innocent way, "My girlfriend's a genius. I gotta keep up."
"Really now? Where'd you find this one? The internet?"
"Nah, some dumbass TV reporter said it," he said sheepishly. I just loved how embarrassed and red-faced he was. It showed that lovable, soft side to him that rarely had the chance to shine nowadays. I leaned back against him and kissed him with a warm, smooth motion.
"Hmm, well, it's really not important," I said, trailing off on the end and glancing towards the stairs. He nodded and picked me up in one strong movement and carried me up the stairs. "Hey!" I said, startled.
He looked down at me, grinned, and easily flipped me around so I could wrap my legs around him. "Better?"
"Much," I replied. My brain was all fuzzy now, as if good judgement was miles behind, not that Shane was at all bad judgement, but teenage intimacy wasn't always smiled upon. I shook away annoying thoughts and focused on how he felt against me, swaying as he walked up the steps. I kissed him again, in a fierce, possessive way, with tongue. Lots of it.
He pushed opened the door to his room and we shrugged off evil clothes and climbed into bed, still kissing, hands now roaming and exploring. Somewhere in the middle of it all I happened to glance up and a shinning bottle caught my eye. I sat up and stared at it for a moment, fascinated with the amber liquid inside and looked over at Shane.
"What's that?" I asked, still staring.
"Oh um, well that's nothing, just some stuff my dad had send over. You know, alcohol, the real good stuff. And wow, I'm sorry, but see I haven't opened it or anything, I was just gonna not," he trailed off looking away.
"Share?" I finished for him. He glanced back at me, surprise crossing his face.
"What?"
"Share," I said more slowly this time, "Were you not going to share with me?"
"Claire I, I, really don't like the idea of your drinking. Isn't it like bad for your brain or something?" he said. For some odd reason, logic and care had left me for the moment and I was left with this breathtaking need to be reckless, to be just how any teenager was, how I had never been.
"Gee thanks, dad! Please Shane? It can't hurt to celebrate just this once. The draug are gone and for tonight we're all safe and sound. I feel like doing this and besides since I haven't had any before it'll only take a little to make me tipsy right?" I asked, doing my best I-am-an-innocent-little-girl-and-you-should-give-me-what-I-want stare. He shook his head.
"Why is it Claire that you are always pushing me to do illegal things that I barely have the restraint to stop myself from doing?" I shrunk a little.
"You're making me sound like a terrible person," I said, face red.
"What? No! Not at all terrible just... seductive." I laughed, me seductive? Never! "No Claire, really, it's hard to say no to anything you that you want." He looked away again. I climbed on top of him, laying my body against his and outlining his lips with my tongue, something I thought to be very seductive. He moaned and gripped my waist. I pulled back.
"Then don't say no," I said all matter-of-factly. He stared at me long and hard for a moment, probably wondering what he had done to screw me up and sighed.
"Sure. But only a few shots and I mean it!" I giggled in delight and raced him downstairs for the glasses.
Two hours and many shots later we were up in the secret room, lounging on the floor and throwing some darts we had found at some old painting of some weird lady with white hair. God, I hoped that wasn't supposed to be Amelie or she might kill us. Well who cares?
"Hey Shane," I slurred.
"What?" he said, swinging his head in slow motion to look at me.
"Wanna make a bet?" I asked, spontaneously coming up with another brilliant idea of mine.
"A bet? What kind of bet?" he asked, eyes lighting up with childlike wonder.
"A kind with money!" I replied, formulating the idea much slower than normal. "It's a dare!"
"A dare?" he asked, now looking blank.
"Yeh, I dare you to kiss Amelie!" It came out before I realized what exactly I was saying and I clamped a hand over my mouth before I could say anything worse, my eyes widened into round O's like this O.O
"Shit! I could do that!" Shane exclaimed, forgetting that his hatred for the vampires. "Yeah I'll do if for a hundred bucks! And wait, I've got a much better idea. How about a race? See who can kiss someone first! I'll go for Amelie and you can kiss... Myrnin!" I almost started crying delight since I always secretly wanted to kiss Myrnin. His hair was just so pretty!
"Yeah! I'll kiss Myrnin!" I exclaimed, jumping up and falling right back down due to my intoxicated mind. I shook myself and made sure to get up slowly this time.
"No, no, no, wait! You can't kiss Myrnin!" Shane said. My face immediately fell into a frown. "He's in love with you! It'll be too easy and that's cheating!" I shot him a glare and crossed my arms in a pout which I was rather good at. God, this was becoming too complicated.
"Fine! How about you kiss Myrnin and I will kiss Amelie!" I stated, very disappointed in the whole bet now.
"Yeah that's a fantastic idea!" Shane yelled, eyes giddy with exciment. I rolled my eyes at him. It was going to be way to easy either way. I just knew that Amelie secretly had a thing for me! But then again it was way too hard to deny Shane a kiss and Myrnin was so ignorant to those kinds of things he might fall for it too easy! Damn I needed a plan!
I picked up my phone and dialled in Amelie's number which I knew by heart. She picked up on the second ring and did that annoying thing where she didn't actually say anything she just expected you to start talking. "Amelie, I have a problem."
This was immediately answered by a rather snarky reply of, "Claire, don't be a child. I am not here to solve your problems."
"Yeah, but aren't you hear to solve my vampire problems?" I question in complete honesty. Silence greeted me on the other end of the line. "Amelie?"
"What is your 'problem'?" she asked.
"I'm not a vampire," I said, very slowly to make sure that I was enunciating enough that she could clearly hear me. I was drunk off my ass after all.
"I know that Claire. Why are you telling me this?" It sounded more like why are you rubbing in my face that fact that you keep refusing to do what I want you to do most, at least I hoped she wanted me to be a vampire.
"I want to be one," I said simply. This got me greeted with some more silence and a long pause that was three minutes and forty two seconds long. I felt Shane shift behind me and move around to give me a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. I held up a finger to shush him.
"Claire, why now?" Crap, that was perfectly reasonable question and I had no answer to it. Oh, except the obvious one.
"I broke up with Shane," I slurred out, surprised at my own brilliance of it. He was now looking ready to burst and I held the phone far away and whispered into his ear that I was just winning the bet. He nodded his head and then looked sad that I was getting a head start on him.
"Claire, are you, are you... drunk?"she started to inquire, but I cut her off.
"Of course not! We both know that I'm well underage for that kind of behaviour!" I could almost imagine her incredulous look and her shaking her head.
"I will be there in five minutes, Claire. You best be ready." Then without even a real good-bye she clicked off. "Bitch," I muttered into the phone.
I turned around and was immediately leapt at by a sobbing Shane. "Claire? Why did you break up with me? And why are you going to be a vampire? Why Claire? WHY?" He was really crying now, sobbing like a little girl. I laughed.
"Don't be silly, I was simply convincing her to come over here so I could kiss her and win the money." I shook my head at his stupidity and gave him a little pat on the head.
"Oh," he said, his brain struggling to keep up. "Well, then I'll just have to do the same!" He was smiling now and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. He punched a few buttons and held the phone to his ear, presumably ringing Myrnin. "Myrnin, it's Shane. Claire's in trouble. Come, now." With that he hung up and gave me a smirk. "See, I'm totally gonna win! I'm much faster than you are!" I just rolled my eyes at him and started pacing, waiting for Amelie.
Moments later a startled Myrnin burst into the room and ran to Shane, "What's wrong? What happened?" Before Shane could even begin to answer him or before Myrnin could notice that I was right there, another portal opened and Amelie strode into the room.
"Amelie, Myrnin, if you would please sit down," I stated calmly, trying to be all business like. I started leaning to the left and before I could totally fall, caught myself on a table. Stupid drunken-ness! That was a fail.
Amelie gave me a long, hard stare that I really couldn't contend with and then forcefully dragged Myrnin to the seats. I walked, stumbled really, over to Amelie and sat down next to her, practically in her lap. "Amelie, you're rather pretty did you know that?" I inquired her. She raised her eyebrows, no doubt coming to the conclusion that I was quite intoxicated after all. I took the fact that she wasn't strangling me yet for a sign of acceptance and continued, "And that's a lovely shirt you're wearing, but it'd look better on the floor." I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, just like Myrnin had taught me. It took her a moment to get it, but when she did her eyes widened and she looked the most shocked that I've ever seen her.
"Claire-" she started, but I cut her off.
"Are you from Tennessee, cuz you're the only ten I see!"I winked at her this time and her face turned bright red. Apparently getting hit on was not something the Founder was used to.
"Claire, what are you-" I cut her off again by placing a finger against her smooth, pale lips. After leaving it there for a moment to make sure she wasn't going to like murder me or something for touching her, I pulled my finger back and leaned in to kiss her.
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