My first Michael-Claire fic. Please review and leave feedback! Set sometime between Bite Club and Last breath (Before the Draug.)

Claire's POV:

I walk back to the Glass House clutching the small rectangular box in my hand. It was a short day today, my last two professors were 'absent' (who knows in Morganville), and I'm off from work today. I look down at the box of Pocky and smile to myself. Lately me and Shane haven't been comunicating well, he's been rather distant so I ordered some pocky online and I just got the order. I think maybe it will 'spice' things up. I arrive at the Glass House in less than 10 minutes, being that Morganville is so small. I walk up to the steps and open the door, walking in to find Michael, Super hottie and my best friends boyfriend, sitting on his special music chair. He looks up at me as he tunes his guitar. He smiles a sad smile at me.

"Hey Mikey, what's up? How come you're home early?" I ask him, sitting on the couch near him.

"I could ask you the same thing. What's in your hand?" He asks, eyeing the hand behind my back. I flush a little and avert my eyes.

"You'll see later. My classes let out early and so I came here. Why aren't you at work?" I ask, curious as to why he's home.

"Oh well I thought I'd play hooky today. Almost no one really comes to the shop anyways." He says, he works in the music shop across town since he can't go out and make a living as a superstar.

"Oh. Well okay." I say, He smiles at me and starts playing his guitar. The soft strumming of his guitar sounds so sad, but beautiful. "I'm going upstairs to shower, okay?" I say and get up from the couch. Michael stands abruptly and I look at him confused.

"Wait, um, can we talk? You know, friend to friend?" He asks me. I nod and he walks into the kitchen. I follow him, and he pours us both a cup of coffee. We sit down at the table and he drinks his coffee.

"So what's up Michael? What's wrong?" He looks at me with his gorgeous blue eyes and sighs. He runs his hands through his blonde hair and looks away, like he's contemplating something.

"Well you see.." He starts. I take a sip of my coffee and make a face, it was black, no sugar or milk. So I get up to get some.

"I think me and Eve are over." He says, making me drop the carton of milk, spilling it everywhere.

"Crap." I grab a few paper towels and start to wipe up the milk. "What do you mean Michael?"

"Well she's been acting weird lately and I feel like we've grown apart." He says. I throw away the paper towels and sit back down next to Michael. I laugh and he looks at me, slightly hurt and slightly mad. I show him the pocky box which earns me more confusion.

"I've felt the same with Shane. This is pocky, a japanese treat. Chocolate covered biscuit sticks." I explain.

"And how does this help me or you?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"There's a game where two people put their mouths at the end of each side and slowly eat their way to the middle. Making them close to the middle. Who ever backs down first is the loser. We can play them with Eve and Shane, a way to, spice things up I guess." I explain further. He nods and 'ahs' finally understanding.

"Well Okay, I guess." He says. I stand up and smile at Michael.

"Don't worry, we'll feel better by the end of the night. Now I'm going to shower so see ya." I say as I walk out the kitchen, up the stairs to my room. I put my stuff down on the floor and grab some clean clothes and head to the shower.

xXx

I get out the shower and head back to my room. I look at the time, 4:35, Shane should be home at 7. I sigh and head downstairs, making sure I have the pocky in hand. I find Michael playing his video games, and I sit down next to him. He smiles at me, a smile that would make any girl fall for him. He hands me a controller to which I take and try(failing miserably) to kill some zombies.

"Who's turn is it to make dinner?' I ask, after being killed for the fourteenth time.

"Shane's." I groan and giggle at the same time.

"Brisket tacos."

"Yep." Michael presses a few more buttons and I die once again. I groan loudly and put the controller down. "Aw don't be a sore loser." He teases. I muster up some of the Eve in me and flip him off, making him laugh.

"I'm going to start making the tacos so we can eat sooner rather than later." I walk into the kitchen and start preparing the food.

xXx

Seven comes around and Shane walks in with a bag full of brisket. Soon after I hear Eve come in. Shane walks into the kitchen and looks at me surprised. I walk over to him and kiss him softly on the lips.

"Hey, I started making the tacos for you." I smile and he reciprocates it.

"Thanks." He says, kissing my cheek and walking over to finish dinner.

Dinner was mostly silent except for the small talk of work and school. When dinner was over, I walk to the couch and get the pocky box I left there when I was playing with Michael.

"Claire?" I hear Shane call me. I turn around and blush lightly. "Can we talk?" He says. Oh no, maybe he doesn't love me anymore. No! I must try to change his mind before he says the words.

"Wait, I wanted us to try something. Please?" I ask. He looks at me then to Eve who appeared from the kitchen.

"What is it?" He asked, skeptical.

"The pocky game!" I say excitedly. Michael comes out the kitchen and walks to Eve's side. Eve and Shane look at me, obviously confused. I explain the rules of the game and they nod. Eve whispers something into Shane's ear and he nods.

"Okay we can play." We all sit down on the livingroom floor. Michael next to Eve, Shane next to me while being across from Eve and me across from Michael. I hand Eve and Michael a pocky and I get a pocky for me and Shane.

"Wait I have a way to make it more interesting. Why don't Shane and I play against each other and you and Mikey do the same?" Eve suggests. I look awkwardly at Michael who just shrugs.

"O-Okay I guess." I say. I put the stick between me and Michael and Eve and Shane do the same. We start to slowly chew our way to the middle. I feel myself blush as I near Michael's lips. About a centimeter away I back away, unable to go any further. I look at Michael who looks at Eve. His face completely torn. I look at Shane to see him making out with Eve! "W-What are you doing?!" I yell at them. They part and Shane looks at me awkwardly.

"I was trying to tell you before. But Eve and I agreed to let you know this way. We're over Claire. I like Eve and well..we've been uh..seeing eachother for a few weeks now." He explains. Tears well up in my eyes and I stand up.

"Eve.." Michael whispers and tears escapes his eyes. I look away and run up the stairs, ignoring the calls of my name behind me. I run to my room and slam it shut. I finally feel my legs collapse and I sob into my hands. I can't believe them! How could my best friend do that to me?! I cry until I feel my body too tired to do anything anymore. After what seems like hours of crying I finally cry myself to sleep.