DISCLAIMER – I own none of the characters and all things Morganville are completely owned by the amazing Rachael Cain (:

NOTES – Okay so this is my first ever fanfic. Be nice to me please ... but i would love reviews and am up for criticism xD Hope you enjoy and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Basically, this is pretty much just a random idea I had – yes it is to do with the fact England had a LOT of snow recently (:

CHAPTER ONE ~

"Shane! Claire!" A loud voice was shouting through the thick panel of wood that separated Claire's room from the corridor. She groaned and rolled over, frowning sleepily. "C'mon guys! It's snowed! Get up!" The door was shoved open, and the loud voice grew closer. Next to Claire, she felt Shane stir, arm tightening around her protectively and drawing her closer.

"Ever heard of knocking Goth girl?" He mumbled sleepily, voice thick with sleep and irritation. Eve rolled her eyes and bounded over to the curtains, throwing them open and causing bright light to stream into the room. The sky was covered with a thick wall of solid grey, no patch of blue to be seen. It was impossible to see how the sun's weak golden rays could pierce the seemingly impenetrable covering, but somehow it was. The light seemed brighter as it gleamed off the pure ivory snow, coating every surface. Eve turned away from the window with a grin, for once her pale face seemed colourful compared to the snow, and she sauntered over to perch on the edge of Claire's bed.

"Knocking? What's that?" She teased back, but it was easy to hear that she was excited. Claire sighed and rolled over, frowning against the light and blinking as her eyes tried to adjust. She wiped a hand across her eyes and finally managed to look at Eve. Shane grabbed one of the pillows and grumpily pulled it over his head, trying, evidently, to shut out all the noise.

"You do know what time it is, right?" She asked, eyes flickered to her phone and sighing as she saw that it wasn't even 9am yet. Eve rolled her eyes, thickly lined in Racoon style black eyeliner as always.

"Where's your excitement? It's snowed." She said, exasperated now as she watched her two best friends struggling to wake up and share her excitement.

"Very nice." Shane muttered unenthusiastically, his voice muffled from beneath the pillow. Eve pouted, disgruntled. Clare shifted closer to Shane, and she felt his warm hand on her back.

"Shane, make her go away." She mumbled, nestling closer and shutting her eyes again. School was shut for now, not re-opening until after New Years, and Claire had intended on catching up with as much sleep as possible over the Christmas holidays; and now here was Eve, ruining it.

"Eve, go away." Shane said, face still under the pillow. Claire could almost hear Eve frowning, and she felt a stab at guilt. The weight on the edge of the bed disappeared and she reopened one eye.

"Nope, still there." Claire grinned, not quite as sleepy now, though unable to prevent a great yawn.

"Awe come on! I want to make a snowman ... i can't do it alone." Claire groaned, pulling a face and sighing again. She was way too easy to guilt trip – she knew that, and obviously Eve did too. She wondered if Shane would start using it against her as well.

"You know she's not going to go away." Shane sighed also, pulling his head out from underneath the pillow and turning to share a look with Claire. His dark hair was mused and to see him that way caused her heart to thump almost painfully in her chest. She rolled her eyes lazily and threw her head back in resignation.

"Yeah i know. Can't help wishing..." She teased.

"Hey! Still here you know." Eve protested, hovering at the end of the bed, eyes flickering back and forth eagerly between them, knowing they were about to give in.

"Urgh, okay fine! We'll be right down." Claire gave up, pulling the covers up to hide her face.

"Privacy Eve? We're not exactly fully clothed right now." Claire heard Shane say, and she heard the footfalls crossing over to the door. Nice to know she was going to leave now she'd gotten her own way.

"Yeah i get it. See you in five!" Claire knew she was practically skipping with excitement, and she heard her humming as Eve shut the door behind her. There was a second of silence before Shane pulled the covers over his head and ducked under to gaze at Claire, one eyebrow raised.

"I can't believe you gave in." He pulled a face, and Claire reached to touch his pouting bottom lip and smile.

"Have a heart. Can't let her make a snowman by herself." Claire teased and rolled her eyes, before moving her head slightly to press her lips to his. Shane drew his hands tighter around her, one on the warm bare skin of her back, the other moving to cup her head. Claire smiled against his lips, hands resting on his sculptured chest, before gently pushing him away and slipping out from the covers, running a hand through her hair.

"Where are you going?" Shane demanded, head popping out of the duvet to watch her get up. Claire's eyes flickered back down to him and her resolve wavered, gaze going to his eyes first, then down to his sensuous lips. She sighed.

"To get dressed...we have five minutes remember?" She raised an eyebrow as Shane rolled his eyes.

"I don't remember her setting a time limit..." Shane grinned and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Claire paused in the act of looking for her shirt and turned back to him, just in time to see his hand reach out and tug her back onto the bed. Claire giggled and rolled over onto her side to gaze at Shane, his lips crushing hers with a passion. He pushed her lightly onto her back, resting on top of her, lips moving to kiss along her jaw line and down her neck.

"Who cares if she did- I'm perfectly willing to be late." Claire grinned and tangled her fingers in his hair and bringing his lips back to hers...