Mwah hahahaha… I couldn't resist ^_^

Myrnin had forgotten what being in love was like for so long. And now, he could remember every sweet detail.

The butterflies, the tingling, the laughter, the company, the not being lonely all the freaking time because the leader of some fricked up vampire town keeps you in a shack all the time…

Ahhh…

Love…

And you might think it would be kind of pedophile-listic, an over 500 year old vampire dating an 18-year-old, (cuz mathematically that's like a 50-year-old dating a 5-year-old) but whatever. He didn't care. In some countries, he read that some girls marry at 12 to 40-year-olds. Not that Myrnin was considering marriage, but just sayin'.

Claire Danvers had made Myrnin the happiest vampire on earth.

"Just pick one," Claire urged. "I'm trying," Myrnin said, eyeing Tropic Thunder and Year One, "Sheesh. Are women always this pushy?"

"Yes. Now pick one."

"Fine. Uh, That thunder one."

"Cool." Claire plucked the DVD off the rack and walked back to the counter. Before Myrnin could take out any money she held up her hand. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm paying this time," she mused. "That job is paying off, hm?" Myrnin asked smoothly. "Actually it is."

Claire had gotten a job at the old clothing store. (You know when the two picked up the silly costumes in Feast of Fools? That store.) It brought back fond memories.

The movie-lady-employee-person took Claire's cash and handed her a receipt. "Let's not turn in the movie late this time, okay?" Myrnin nodded and snatched the case up swiftly before Claire could. Claire rolled her eyes as Myrnin got a head start to home. "By Cathy," Claire said. "Bye sweetheart," Cathy responded.

Cathy knew that there was something going on between the two. She saw how they would flirt right in front of her every time they came to the video store. They never said anything, though.

Claire jogged out the door. Myrnin couldn't be found.

"Myrnin I swear," Claire called, "you pop out and scare me and I'll have your head."

"That's not very nice."

Claire yelped and turned around. She playfully punched Myrnin in the chest. "You," she breathed, "are sooo not getting any of my Sour Patch."
Myrnin smiled. "Come on. It's getting dark."

Three days past before Michael Glass came back to Morganville. And when he got back, he was a whole new vampire. It was like Shane and Eve never died. He was his normal happy musician self. And he was very excited to see Claire again.

Claire, however, was freaking out.

"Should we tell him?" Claire gasped. "About?" Myrnin said between bites of a sub.

"You know… us."

Myrnin chuckled. "Well, the boy's bound to find out."

"I donno," Claire replied, "What do you think his reaction will be?" "Oh, he'll freak out." "Myrnin!" "What? I'm trying to be realistic," Myrnin swallowed, reached across the table and put his hand over Claire's, "It'll be fine." Claire sighed. "Okay." She smiled back and began to lean in and kiss him when Michael walked in the door. He spotted the two and walked over.

Claire blushed and sat down quietly. "Hey, Claire!" he said happily. He sat down next to her and gave her a big hug. He turned and realized Myrnin was sitting across from them. "Oh, hey Myrnin."

Myrnin gave a weak wave. "So, what have you two been up to?"

Both Claire and Myrnin hesitated.

Well, we've rented movies, played scrabble, oh and kissed a little too.

If only it was that easy.

"Uh," Myrnin said, breaking the silence, "Claire here has beaten me at Sorry a number of times."

Claire gave Myrnin a look that said: really?

He shrugged. "Um, that's… cool. I guess," Michael replied awkwardly.

-Awkward silence-

"Do you want a sandwich?" Claire asked suddenly. "Sure," Michael said. Michael scooted out of the booth. Claire walked up to the counter.

"Okay, what's going on?" Michael demanded. Myrnin looked at Michael with questioning eyes. "What?" "Oh, come on. I know something's up," Michael mused, "I'm a vampire. I can sense it." "Um," Myrnin responded, "nothing. Nothing. Why would you think that?" Myrnin wanted to tell Michael, but he was afraid of what Claire would do.

Michael looked Myrnin up and down. "She met a boy, huh?"

Myrnin laughed softly. "Something like that." Claire walked back with a wrapped up sub and passed it to Michael. As he unwrapped it, Michael said, "Who is it, Claire?"

Claire hesitated. "What?" "Who's the boy? I promise I won't flip. I'm glad that you're moving on." Claire glared at Myrnin. He shrugged. Michael saw the glare. "Oh my God." Both looked back at Michael. "What?" Myrnin asked. "You two aren't-" Claire and Myrnin exchanged a nervous glance. "Um…" Claire hummed. "Oh my gosh," Michael put his head in his hands, "I knew I shouldn't've let you stay with him."

Claire began to get defensive. "So, you don't approve?" Michael lifted his head and looked Claire straight in the eye. "No."

"Why?" Myrnin asked. "You stay out of it," Michael said with a pointed finger at him.

"Why?" Claire demanded. "Because he's so much…" Michael trailed off. "Older?" Claire finished impatiently, "he treats me fine." Myrnin quickly jumped in. "I would never take advantage of Claire, Michael." Michael hesitated. "I just don't really feel comfortable with this," he paused, "How long have you two…?" "A couple days after you left," Claire answered.

Michael sighed. "Just gimme 24 hours for it to set in." Claire smiled. "Thanks." "Just tell me, Claire. What do you see in him?"

Claire sighed. "Where to start?" Myrnin smiled. "He's smart, funny, sweet, understanding, respectful, cute…" "Okay. Stop. Heh," Michael interrupted, "It's just so weird." "I was thinking that for a while after, too," Myrnin replied, "But, you get used to it."

Claire smiled back lovingly.

"Ugh. Just don't," Michael made a kissing motion with his hands, "around me, k?"

"Deal," the couple replied in unison.