I know I said that MY CINDERELLA was the last Childhood Memories, but I couldn't help myself!! This is Shane's POV from Claire's first day at the Glass House(you know, when she had the black eye ;p) and essentially the first time he's seen her since the prom. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! =DDDDDD
I'd just finished making up a pot of chili and was lounging on the couch with my headphones in my ears, on high, when the door opened and slammed closed. Eve was home for her break.
"Yo!" she yelled, "Roomies! We've got a live one!"
I rolled my eyes and turned the music up louder. Probably just some other noob wanting the room. Over rated.
"Yo! Shane, I smell the chili! Get the headphones out of your ears!" She knew me too well.
I heard her clunking boots stomp off into the kitchen, while quieter, meeker footsteps came closer.
A smaller, petite girl with short brown hair came into the room. She looked around a little and looked startled when she saw me.
My eyes met those big brown ones and I immediately recognized her.
Claire.
Claire Danvers.
She-She was here!
Wait, what was she doing here?
I thought she left!
WHAT THE HELL?!!?!?!?!?!??!
I quickly recovered myself, fighting the tears, and tried to look normal. She didn't know me. I wasn't supposed to know her.
She didn't know me.
It was town law, ordered by the Ice Queen herself, that if someone who left Morganville came back, we are not to do anything to interfere with the amnesia thingy. "Act Natural". Morganville's famous last words...
I smiled at her and put my finger over her mouth to shush her.
"Hey," I whispered. "I'm Shane. What's up?" I blinked a couple of times, and without any change in my expression, said, "Dude, that is a bad-ass shiner. Hurts, huh?"
Ha! Little Claire Bear had a shiner! Always knew she was feisty!
Claire Bear.
The name we gave her way back in middle school...
Everything came back to me in a rush. Helping her in kindergarten, hitting on her in STARS class, the Valentine's Day dance, the prom... That damn prom...
I pulled in a breath, trying to keep nonchalant.
"So I guess you're gonna say the other chick looks worse?"
She shook her head, then winced when motion made it hurt even worse. "No, I -- Um -- how did you know it was -- ?"
"A chick? Easy. Size you are, a guy would have put you in the hospital with a punch hard enough to leave a mark like that. So what's up with that? You don't look like you go looking for trouble." And it'd be defying Guy Code of Law to punch a chick, especially someone small as Claire.
"I'm Claire," she said, and made an awkward wave. "Hi."
WHAT DO YOU THINK?????? I might continue, but idk....