" Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Lemme help! I wanna help too!" Myrnin whined loudly, begging Amelie to let him help with the preperations for her Spring Ball.

" Fine. You can help set up the streamers with Oliver." Amelie sighed. As Myrnin turned to go and "help" Oliver, Amelie added quickly, " And don't staple him to the wall again."

Myrnin sighed and disappeared. Then Pennywell appeared.

" I thought he'd never leave." He grumbled.

" Can I help you?" Amelie snarled. Pennywell looked up at Amelie his pale eyes looking as dark as always.

" The Glass House brats are here." He said boredly, looking at his fingernails. " Oliver thought you should know."

" And what about you?" Amelie raised one of her slender eyebrows at Pennywell. He just grinned perfect white teeth and said, " I don't really give a damn about them. But hey, with the fool out there, he'll probably convince Claire to come and help which'll mean the whole gang of brats will help too." Pennywell shrugged. " Which also means, I don't need to work as hard."

Amelie smiled and walked out of the storage closet holding the paper table throw-overs and Pennywell followed. Oliver was stapled to the wall with masking tape over his mouth, thrashing and yelling at Myrnin who was carefully aiming the staple gun for the centre of his head.

" MYRNIN!" Amelie screeched and dropped the paper table throw-overs and raced to Oliver's aid.

" What?" Myrnin asked innocently, spreading his hands in a wide shrug. The stapler gun went off with a loud pop and Myrnin flinched. Pennywell ducked as the staple flew over his head and buried itself in a nearby wall. Pennywell strode up to Myrnin and snatched the staple gun out of his hands with a snarl.

" You're not safe with machinery."

Myrnin gave an idiotic grin and rubbed the back of his head. The staple gun went off again and Pennywell and Myrnin both flinched.

Oliver was on the ground now with Amelie next to him unwrapping the last of the staples from him. Oliver growled as Amelie pulled out the last staple and she gave hime a small peck of the cheek. Oliver looked at her and Amelie looked back. They were speaking through their eyes.

Myrnin thought he was going to throw up. But Pennywell, he felt loneliness tug on his heart.

" Ewww! Get a room!" It was Eve yelling at Oliver and Amelie. She smiled happily, arm-in-arm with Claire who was smiling slightly too.

Myrnin waved in a huge arch and yelled, " HELLOOO CLAAAIRE AND SHREVE HOW ARE YOU TODAY?!"

Pennywell glanced over at them and sighed at Myrnin's stupidity and at Eve's choice of clothing. Black? Seriously? Doesn't that attract the sun? For someone who wants to be as pale as a vampire, Pennywell doubted that it was in her best interest to wear something that would give her a tan.

" Myrnin my name's Eve, duuuuh. Don't you remember?" Eve rolled her eyes.

" Sorry, Eveduuuuh." Myrnin said apolegetically. Eve looked at Myrnin for a long moment and sighed.

" Just call me Eve." She said.

" Okay."

" Idiot." Pennywell grumbled under his breath.

" Fool." Murmmered Oliver.

" The guys are bring the stuff you asked for in now." Claire said sweetly, distracting Myrnin from getting his hands wrapped around Pennywell's neck. As if on cue, Shane and Michael walked in carrying boxes of food, paper plates and plastic cups.

" Then we'll get started shall we?" Amelie said as she collected all the streamers that had been on Oliver and handed them to Myrnin and said, " And no fighting."