Summary – Claire has always lived in Morganville. When her parents have to leave she moves into the glass house. Will either Claire or Shane be able to admit their feelings to the other before its too late, or will others get in the way…?

A/N - All rights go to Rachel Caine! I only own the storyline and any new characters that may make an appearance! (Sigh)!

Claire Pov-

"Ah Claire we are going to miss you so much!" My mum exclaimed as I climbed out of the car at my new home.

"I'll miss you too mum, you know I will," I told her as I started getting stuff out of the boot.

"I know. Now promise me you're going to call, and email and write and text and send a carrier pigeon if you have to." I let out a small laugh.

"I promise you. Now go, please you don't want to hit any traffic." I said as I hugged her quickly. I heard the front door open and Shane came down the pathway towards us. He stood next to me and smiled at my mum.

"Have a good drive Mrs. D and tell Mr. D I said hi please." He said. My mum nodded and smiled at Shane before turning back to me.

"Yeah, you're in good hands." Her eyes quickly glanced to Shane and I had to hold back my blush. Shane and I had been best friends for years, my mum and dad had complete faith in him that he would never do anything to hurt me. I hugged her quickly and she went to climb into the car. The engine roared to life and my mum and dad both waved to me whilst pulling away from the curb. A tear spilt down my cheek and I held back a sob. Shane wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"We'll be alright Claire. I promise you, me and you will be alright," he whispered in my ear.

We stood like that for a few minutes. I listened carefully to the sound of his breathing and focused on the soothing feeling of his hand stroking my hair in a steady rhythm. He was right, we would be alright, because I would always have him, and he would always have me.

Shane's pov

When Claire pulled away I had to bite back a sigh. I know why, I would just never admit it to anyone else. She was perfect. Her shoulder length brown hair, her brown eyes, her smile, her laugh, just… her.

"Are you just going to stand there or help me Shane?" Her sweet voice pulled me back into reality.

"I don't know, standing here watching you struggle is very appealing. But you might break a bone trying to pick up them bags without me." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"So basically your options are helpful best friend who is super sweet or creepy stalker watching a girl move house? Wow, tough one." I laughed.

"Ah, such a girl. I guess I'll help." I started picking up her heavier stuff whilst she opted for pillows and the like. We carried on our playful banter, until everything was sitting in the middle of her new room.

"Shane!" She whined and I turned towards her.

"Yes?" I asked. I was slightly worried. Was she going to say she didn't want to live here anymore?

"Can I change the colour? Pleeeease?" She dragged on her please as she gave me the puppy dog eyes.

"One minute." I said and then jogged downstairs. I grabbed the pots of beige and purple paint and ran back upstairs.

"This what you want?" I asked, grinning slightly when she took in a small gasp.

"Oh my god! I love you!" She jumped around excitedly. "Please can we paint it now Shane, pretty please?" She asked me.

"Of course we can." She picked up the pack of paintbrushes I had brought up and began opening them.

"Hold your horses, darling, we need to get some clothes on that can actually get dirty." I steered her towards my bedroom and walked to the closet as she fell onto my bed. She picked the picture of me and her on my beside table and studied it closely.

"I love this picture," She said quietly.

"Me too," I said. I turned around and threw her a pair of my tracksuit bottoms and an old top. She always wore my clothes when she stayed here before. She would usually crash in the spare room, then come to me in the morning asking if she could borrow my clothes if she made breakfast. I always said yes.

The rest of the day was spent decorating Claire's room. By the time dinner was ready, Claire was an official member of the Glass House. Her room was done, Michael had been to change her address and Eve had put her on the answering machine.

And we were all happy. I should have remembered that this was Morganville; no one stays happy for long. Including the Glass House residents…

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Love always … Justjessx1x