Shane's POV
Claire had been gone for ages; maybe it wasn't something for Bob this time. Stop worrying man; she's alright, not like Bob would eat her. Yeh, Bob wouldn't, but Myrnin defiantly would. Damn, I really need to stop talking to myself or I'll be taken off to the looney bin. I decided to get stuck into a video game while I waited for Claire to get back.
Halfway through the front door opened and Claire came walking through.
"Hey." She said coming to sit down on the couch. "You just got eaten by the way." She pointed at the screen where there was blood splats and a zombie eating my avatar's brain.
"Sweet," I slipped onto the couch next to her. "But not a sweet as you." I said and started to tickle her. She fell onto the floor laughing and trying to squirm away from me. It ended up with me flat on the floor and Claire lying on top of me, panting.
"You're getting good." I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
"Im a fast learner." She said and bent down to kiss me. The was a cough from the kitchen and Eve was standing there tapping her foot holding a wooden spoon.
"Spaghetti okay with you two?" She asked waving the spoon.
"Sure, well it would be if you could actually cook." I said.
"Ha, ha, Im dying with laughter." She said straight-faced.
"I'll help," Claire said standing up. "So no one dies." She added.
"Again," Eve said narrowing her eyes. "Im dying with laughter!"
Claire shrugged and followed Eve into the kitchen. Michael came down a moment later, holding a black suitcase?
"Man," I said. "Didn't know you were leaving."
"Bro, if I were leaving I'd tell you, this is my repair kit for my guitar."
"Then that's one hell of a repair kit. What have you got in there, a new one?" He rolled his eyes and sat down, taking out white strings and a new puck.
"So what happened? Cause guitars don't break themselves you know."
"I got angry." He said, nothing else, and I knew he wasn't the type of guy to spill out all his worries and problems, heck neither was I!
"Human beings," Eve called walking into the room with two bowls of spaghetti, followed by Claire with another two. "Sorry Michael," She said quickly, glancing at him in apology. "Dinner is served." Eve said making an elaborate bow.
"Yeh, better be edible, last time you cooked Claire threw up."
"Yes well at least this time someone helped me cook it!"
"I supervised, not helped." Claire pointed out.
"Okay well its food, everyone likes food. Now eat." Eve prodded.
Claire's POV
Dinner was surprisingly nice, given how Eve always cooks… but nothing could take my mind off the portals. What if no one knew apart from Myrnin and me? Amelie could end up somewhere like a farm (which would be interesting to see) and she wouldn't be able to get back. What if Myrnin forgot about the portals and decided to use them to get to Amelie, he's the only one who knows how to work let alone fix the machine.
"Yo, anyone alive in there?" Eve said snapping her fingers in my face. "Damn girl, you space hard."
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked focussing back on the present.
"I said, are you coming with me tomorrow, without you going vamoose?"
"Im not sure, Eve, sorry. Myrnin's having trouble at the lab…"
"Is that what you were thinking about?"
"Yeh, I guess. Sorry, Eve."
"Nah, a brainiac's gotta do what a brainiac's gotta do… whatever a brainiac does." She muttered the last part looking at the floor.
"Thanks Eve." I said then ran up the stairs, all that portal stuff really makes you tired. I was just about to fall asleep when there was a tap at my window. I moaned and tumbled out of bed to open the curtains. I hesitated, suddenly awake, thinking there was going to be a vampire on the other side smiling at me with fangs. I opened the curtains, anyway, to find nothing there. I pushed the window up and looked down. Myrnin was standing there, hands clasped in front of him, staring innocently up at me.
"Myrnin, what the hell?"
"You must come, immediately. The portals are continuing to deteriorate."
"How can they get any worse?"
"No time for chatter I will tell you everything when we get back. Here is too public, now come on."
"Okay let me get changed." I said then rushed off to slip my pants and a top on quickly. I got back and looked outside again, how was I meant to get down?
"Myrnin, how am I going to get down there?"
"Well you jump." He said, of course.
"No way!"
"Don't worry, I'll catch you, now jump. We do not have all night." He was right, Shane, Eve or Michael could walk into my room while I was gone and find out I wasn't there. I closed my eyes and climbed out to sit on the window ledge. I pushed off and landed with a soft impact but hard, and not to mention cold, embrace.
"I so want to do that again."
"Well what was with your stubbornness?" He just doesn't get sarcasm. I sighed in annoyance; Myrnin was way too ancient to be taught a whole new version of speaking.
"So what exactly did you mean about the portals getting worse?" I asked when we got to his lab.
"You cannot decide where and when they appear now. A portal just appeared whilst I was doing some research."
"Where did it lead?"
"Again," He said. "Nothing, it's very odd, how I am a black nothing yet you can be a beautiful coast."
"Jealous?" I asked playfully. God did I just flirt? No way was that going to happen. Hitting it off with your boss is just wrong. Unless your boss is a director and you want a boost in your scene… and you're a slut.
"No, im curious."
"Let me guess, when you get curious you end up making these wacky theories?"
"How did you know?" He asked whipping round, his long leather coat following his twirl.
"You do it all the time." I stressed the all.
"Well?" He said looking down at me. "Would you like to know?"
"Go on then." I sighed.
"The portal leads you to a place that best fits your personality. For example: I am a deep dark mystery."
"So that's why you got pitch black?"
"Exactly." He said with a freakishly big grin on his face.
"So what about me, I was the beach. How does that relate?"
"You shine so brightly, with passion, loyalty, care." He said that with a hint of a red glow in his eyes.
"Um okay, thanks now should we get back to the problem and move away from the subject of my neck!"
"Yes, yes of course." He said the shimmied off his coat and walked over to a bookshelf.