We sat on my bed under the imaginary mistletoe for my first Christmas in Morganville.
I couldn't wait for the presents, not for me to get mine, but for Shane to get his, obviously it would be after my parents left, they would beg me too stay home, they know what me and Shane do and they definitely object, but we do it anyways. We kiss and tease and, well, you know. I don't know why it's such a big deal, they knew it would happen, when they met him, it was their first instinct to gang up on Shane, like predators, and he was the prey, the hot, gorgeous prey. Of course I turned red because we did our poking and prodding, so they figured, hey, this guy, we don't even know, broke the law and had sex with our baby Claire. So I stood up and yelled at them that I was still a virgin.
Then came the day that Shane got out of jail the second time. After that, its been, akward, you know, Eve making fun of Shane, me hearing Eve and Michael, it's all because of us, and what we did. I know it was right, but why do I feel like this? I always want… more, but yet, I don't I just like to be with Shane, laugh with him, even cry with him. It's just when I'm alone, I feel the need, but when I'm snuggling with him on the couch, I really, really don't. He makes me feel safe, like his human muscles can ward off anything, like he's outer vampire, but not scary, or blood sucking.
I turned my head to see Shane still asleep, so I slowly unwrapped his arm from my waist, and slipped on my tee shirt and crept slowly to the bathroom. Eve slammed the door behind her just as I was reaching for the knob.
"Dammit, Eve!" I yelled.
"Watch your mouth young lady!"
"I have to SHIT!"
"Claire!" I laughed so hard I almost fell.
"Oh yeah, merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, umm, Claire, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Could you go get me my pink bag off my vanity?"
"I guess so?"
"Thank you."
"Yeah."
I walked to Eve's room and made sure Michael was fully dressed, but he wasn't even in there, so they must have been in his room last night. I snatched baby colored pencil bag and brought it to the bathroom door. I knocked and she let me in.
"Your so lucky." Eve said groggily.
"Why?"
"Because you can sleep with your boyfriend tonight."
"And you can't?…Ohhhhh!"
"Yeah, I know, it sucks!"
"Well, its not like you don't do it all the time anyways."
"True, but it's a special occasion."
"Then give him some thing else, like… you know."
"No, I don't know."
"Eve! Yes, you do!"
"Say it! If you are old enough to have sex, then you are old enough to say it."
"Fine… B-"
"I know what you guys are talking about anyways, No explanation needed." Michael cut in.
"Thank you!" I heard Shane say, "Don't you get any ideas from that chick anyways."
"For your information," Eve said so the guys could clearly hear her form the other side of the door, "Claire was giving ME ideas!"
