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"Shane, why's your bed slimy?" Claire asked after she'd climbed under the covers in Shane's bed.
"It shouldn't." He stated walking over to the bed to take the covers off, "I just changed them."
"You change sheets?" She asked shocked.
"Nah. I just sleep on the same sheets for years." He stated sarcastically.
"Sorry, I just can't picture you doing laundry." She shrugged.
"Oh yeah. I make Michael do those." He rolled his eyes, "I also let Eve do my shopping. You see my fishnets and doc's don't you?"
Claire sighed as he pulled the covers off.
Claire let out a violent yelp as she pulled herself off of Shane's bed.
"I. Hate. Worms." She said shaking, and looking down at the bed covered in worms.
"Oh." Shane said glaring at the bed.
- - -
BAM.
Claire had been hit in the face with a cream pie once to many.
"I hate you. I really hate you." She said walking through the kitchen to the living room to the stairs.
"I'm sorry!" Eve yelled after her.
She was sick of being the butt of their prank war, even if it wasn't meant for her.
She'd done more laundry this week than she had done in three months.
She'd been through more of her clothes than she'd ever known anyone too.
"Why me?" She sighed taking what felt like the fifteenth shower today.
She knew what she had to do.
It was payback time. Claire style.
- - - -
"WHAT THE FUCK EVE!" Shane yelled looking at his face in the mirror. His eyes had thick dark eyeliner, his lips covered in dark lipstick, but best of all, his face was pale with Eve's cover up.
"Don't what the fuck Eve me Shane." Eve came in looking almost as ridiculous, her face was covered in Claire's tan cover up and all sorts of anti-goth make-up.
"Oh." Eve said looking at Shane, "You look pretty good." She said laughing, "Except the I like penis on your arm might be a bit much."
"What the fuck?" Shane said looking at his arm, and sure enough there it was, written in permanent marker.
"Shit. What happened to you guys?" Michael asked holding back laughter. "Give each other makeovers?"
"Yeah. Of course. My favorite, fucking, Pass-time." Shane said wetting a cloth and trying to wipe it off.
"Shane if that's mine, it's not coming off."
"Eve." Shane laughed, "I'd wash the I heart old men off your arm." He turned back to the mirror, Eve squealed taking the cloth from Shane and scrubbing her arm.
"Party in the bathroom guys?" Claire said looking smugly at the two.
"Claire." Shane said not looking at her.
"My Claire, you look rather innocent today." Eve said narrowing her eyes.
"Do I?" Claire asked walking away.
"I think. Claire Might have topped you both." Michael said walking away to the stairs, "She has gotten pranked more times this week than either of you." He laughed.
((Wasn't even a good one. :[ ))
- - -
Claire smiled when Shane and Eve both came down make-up free.
"You, are a devious fiend." Shane said poking Claire in the fore-head.
"I didn't do anything, really big." She shrugged and turned away.
Shane shrugged and walked back up the stairs to his room, Claire followed - naturally.
"Shane, your door!" Claire exclaimed touching the doorframe where the door was nicely re-attached, she was much more happy about the thought that their war was now over.
"I know." Shane said proudly, "I found it… In the attic of all places and put it back up myself." He patted the bed next to him.
"Oh." Claire said disappointed, the dream of a full nights sleep without Eve's eardrum shattering scream, or Shane's loud cursing to wake her up.
"Yeah. War is still on though." Shane smiled, "We just know now that we should keep it away from you." He added wiggling his eyebrows.
"How kind of you." Claire said in a flat tone.
"You're still getting payback from me about that stunt though." Shane said looking at Claire with a smirk set on his lips.
"Oh?" Claire said a little wary.
"Yeah." He said narrowing his eyes, and kissing her.
Claire kissed him back with all her might before she burst out laughing.
"Sh-Sha-SHANE." She cried, "St-Stop it!"
"Make me." He said continuing to tickle her sides.
"I-I Can't breath." She squealed rolling off of his bed with a loud thump.
"Claire?" He called over the side before looking at her with a - what Claire considered- concerned, for Shane that is, look. "You fell off the bed." She looked up at Shane with a bewildered expression, she really couldn't believe what had just happened. He at that moment lost it and started to laugh, and she in turn joined him in the laughter.
- - -
"My ass hurts." Claire complained after she and Shane were sitting on the couch.
"I'm sorry." Shane said chuckling a bit.
"No you're not." She said sighing, "It was your fault in the first place."
"No it wasn't you baby." Shane said shoving her shoulder lightly.
"You tickled me off the bed." Claire said bluntly, scooting away from Shane.
"No, you fell off the bed to escape." Shane pointed out scooting over to Claire's new position.
"Bullshit." Claire said scooting into the arm of the couch, she really had a thing for this boy - which is probably why she gave him a hard time sometimes, that scared her though - he'd never be interested in her. She was a geek, he was super attractive and the slacker types.
She sighed, she really didn't know what to do, considering the fact she didn't really date…
Shane shook his head putting his arm around Claire, "Now you can't escape." He whispered into Claire's ear, sending chills down her spine. ((Which reminds me of a story…)) He kissed her earlobe gently before getting up and walking away.
She couldn't help but feel there was a second meaning behind his words.
- - -
Michael kissed Eve's head as they laid in his bed, his arms wrapped securely around her as she caressed his hand.
"Mike?" She asked softly.
"Hmm?" He answered, he was on cloud-nine, he liked Eve - no loved Eve. He just had no idea how to tell her. She was his best friend, and that's the way it'd really been since she moved in with him, and even before that.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly struggling around in Michael's arms so that she could face him.
"You." He said honestly looking deep into her eyes.
She smiled, "What about though?" She asked smiling.
"How much that I… Love you." He said. There, I said it. He thought happily.
She was shocked, "Really?" She smiled a huge goofy grin.
"Really." He said, completely sure of himself.
"I love you too." She looked down at his chest.
"That's good. I like the sound of that." He added smiling kissing her forehead softly before moving swiftly to her lips and lower…
- - -
"Oh god." Claire said hearing the twang of a guitar string, she knew exactly what happened, "Shane…" Claire began looking at Shane whose eyes were startled.
"Whoops." He said setting the guitar back on it's stand.
"You're dumb." Claire said looking at the guitar, whose - yes whose - low 'E' string just snapped, bit the dust, was taty bread, gone, canceled, broken, and any other synonym of completely broken. "He's going to kill you?" She blinked a few times looking at the beautiful piece of equipment.
"Yep." Shane said calmly, even though he was shocked, more or less startled by the whole situation.
"Can you fix it?" She asked touching the wonderful instrument.
"Nope." Shane said standing up.
"Oh." She said rocking on her feet.
"Yep." Shane replied again.
"You're overly fond of using one word answers." Claire said flatly.
"Yep." He said walking over to the game console and turning it on to kill zombies.
"You're hopeless." Claire said sighing and plopping down next to him.
"You make it sound like a bad thing." Shane said grinning over at Claire.
Claire looked at him with a blank expression, "Whatever." She said, "Watch out by the way." She added as Shane's character got attacked by a zombie.
He grunted a response as Claire shrunk away, totally replaced for the moment.
She shook her head as she passed Michael on the stairs.
"Hey there Michael." Claire said smirking, knowing Shane would get it later.
"Hey?" He said quizzically as they both continued on their ways…
"Eve?" Claire said knocking on her door and entering.
She was sitting on her bed with a ridiculously goofy smile on her face.
"Eve?" Claire said worried.
"He loves me." She said grinning.
Claire smiled and sat next to her, "Yay!" She squealed sitting on the bed next to Eve, "I'm so happy for you." She added, her own goofy smile replaced the worried face she'd had on earlier in the conversation, "By the way, I need to talk to you." Claire said sheepishly.
"What about?" She asked the goofy smile replaced by a grin, the goofy grin however was still ever present in her eyes.
"Shane." Claire said quietly.
"Oh?" Eve said smirking, "Claire-y have a crush?… Well obviously since you to are normally swapping spit when I see you together." Eve sighed.
"I need help though." Claire said uneasily.
"I know, I know. It's Shane though, he's normally oblivious." She sighed again.
"He doesn't like me like that." She said frowning.
Eve laughed, "He doesn't make-out with people he doesn't like." Eve said patting Claire on the shoulder, "He does like you, he's protective of you." She shrugged, "Give him time Claire." Eve stuck her tongue out at her. Claire rolled her eyes.
"You do know him better than I do." Claire said laughing softly as her cell phone began ringing, she apologized to Eve before answering it.
"Hey Dad." She said to the phone.
"Claire!" Her father said happily, "I would like you to come over for dinner." She could hear someone in the background messing about with pots and pans.
"Alright." She said answering him, "What time should I be there?"
"Whenever is good. Your soon-to-be step mom has someone she'd like you to meet." Her father replied cheerily.
"Alrighty then." Claire said, "I'll see you soon then. Bye Dad."
"Bye Claire." He said.
It sounded as though he had something else to say as well, but she'd hung up before he could even say it. She sighed heavily.
"What?" Eve said looking at Claire worried.
"I'm going to hell for dinner. I'll be back… I hope." She said sighing again.
"Oh…" Eve smiled reassuringly, "It'll be okay, you'll see.'
" I hope. Thanks by the way… For the advice." She added leaving Eve's room and heading for her own to get ready.
- - -
"Hey Dad." Claire said walking into her father's house, "What's going on?" She asked when she spotted a cop sitting in the seat of her father's kitchen, her father across the table from him looking calm.
Calm.
With a fucking cop in the same vicinity.
How is that even possible? Claire knew that if she was in the same position she'd be flipping her shit.
So I noticed that in my Last AN I forgot the bar.
o.o
WHOOPSIES. Sorry about that. ^^;;
So.
For this chapter I listening to A LOT of 3oh!3 and some AAR. :D
I also got a ridiculously bad sunburn on my back. I love it... And when I say that I'm definitely lying... Big time.
I SHOULD GET A FREEZE POP FOR THE OCCASION!
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-MEGAN
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I wouldn't expect it again soon. :P
Exams and what not.