A/N : I'm really disappointed with this chapter, it took so long to write and it definitely isn't my best work. A big thank you to everyone who reviewed :)
Claire's point of view
I turned around, he was still pressed tightly against my back. Our chests collided and I looked up into his eyes. "I kissed you?" I asked. He looked hurt and that's what confused me the most. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door. I slid around Shane and walked towards it. The person who stood behind it looked at me and smiled. "Hey, you left this in my car last night, I thought I would return it, I also wanted to do this" Dean said and stepped forward, leaned down and kissed me. It was sweet, and slow, his tongue dancing with mine in an intimate dance. One of his hands at my back clutching the purse he had brought for me whilst trying to drag me closer, the other at my cheek. As we pulled apart I smiled, grabbed the purse he was holding in one hand and threw it behind me, only turning around enough to notice that someone was stood there watching as we kissed. It was Shane, and the hurt that glistened in his eyes before was nothing compared to what was now blazing in his eyes. "Dean can we talk later" I asked still staring at Shane. "Erm, yea sure" he replied sounding confused, I still couldn't turn to look at him. I felt the door shut behind me, I was still staring at Shane. After a while he made a disgruntled noise and ran upstairs.
I sat on the stairs for a while wondering why I felt like I had betrayed Shane. After a while the door opened and Eve floated in followed by Michael.
I realised how little I had talked to Eve, and smiled at her, she smiled back and skipped towards me. The skipping totally contrasted with her gothic clothing, today it consisted of black skin tight jeans with holes at the knees and a black vest top with a leather jacket, and gorgeous purple heels . She saw the confused look on my face gripped my hand and dragged me into the privacy of the kitchen. I glanced behind me to see Michael smile sympathetically my way then trot up the stairs.
Eve's point of view
I sat down, patting the chair next to me for Claire. She had a slightly amused look on her face. "Hey" I said "were the only two girls in this house if you can't talk to me about it, who can you talk to? Claire nodded sat and started telling me about the party, waking up this morning and being told she had kissed Shane and then Dean showing up at the door and kissing her. I listened through it all and couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten herself into this mess after only being here a few short days. "Babe, Shane obviously likes you" I said trying to help her. She glanced down at her knees and smiled a little. "I doubt after the incident with Dean before that he likes me, he stormed off upstairs without saying anything, and the weird part was I felt like somehow I had betrayed him, I don't understand it we aren't dating, so why would I feel like this" Claire sighed sounding more confused and sad as she neared the end of her speech.
I felt sorry for her, she couldn't see what was staring her in the face she clearly had feelings for Shane, but it didn't look like she was going to admit that any time soon.
Michael's point of view
I walked upstairs and tapped lightly on Shane's door, I heard a muffled come in. I opened the door to see Shane face down on the bed, looking quite pathetic. I couldn't help but laugh at the great Shane Collins being reduced to this by a girl. His head snapped up as he heard my laughter, he didn't look amused at all. "Dude, this isn't funny" he said before letting his head drop back down into his pillow again, I had to disagree but didn't say that out loud. "No of course it isn't" I said "I only came up here to tell you to man up, and if you like her tell her instead of being an idiot". Shane's head shot up and he glared at me. "It isn't that simple, she was playing tonsil tennis with that Dean kid about ten minutes ago and I will definitely not be making myself look like an even bigger idiot by trying to get a girl to like me that clearly likes somebody else" I rolled my eyes "your loss mate she seems like a pretty good girl" I said and walked out leaving him to his own depression.
As I was walking down the stairs, Eve began walking up them meeting me halfway. I laughed and she responded with a little chuckle of her own. We weren't together, we had tried before, but it hadn't worked out. She was still the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, no matter how she dressed, what car she drove or what kind of music she listened to, I would always love her. She blushed and looked down, I realised I had been staring.
Eve's point of view
Michael was staring at me, his mouth slightly open and his eyes full of some emotion I couldn't quite decipher. He was stood on the stair above me, but with the added height from my heels I was at the perfect height for him to reach down and kiss me, and for a few breath-taking minutes I thought he would, but he just cleared him throat and brushed past me. Tears threatened to spill over; I shut my eyes and breathed through the pain of yet another rejection. I didn't know if I could take any more.
Claire's point of view
I looked up curiously at the exchange between Eve and Michael, there were no words spoken but the unsaid words seemed to glisten between them. I thought they would kiss but Michael just carried on his way downstairs. Eve hung her head and a lone tear slid down her cheeks, she stood for a second before walking upstairs.
I glanced at Michael and followed him into the living room, where he sat and put his head in his hands. "You're in love with her aren't you" I said in a quiet voice. He just looked up at me and dropped his head back into his hands but not before I saw the glint of tears in his eyes. I walked towards him and sat down "tell her how you feel if the way she looks at you is any indication she loves you too" he lifted his head out of his hands and in a voice a little above a whisper asked "what do you mean, the way she looks at me?" he sounded totally lost. "She looks at you like you're the only person in the room and her eyes sparkle, I wish someone would look at me like that" I said a little smile on my face. "Your throwing away something special if you don't tell her how you feel" I said hoping that he would listen to what I was saying. He didn't confirm or deny any of what I had just said; he was saved by a knocking on the door. I opened it to find the hippie guy from the coffee shop and a dainty woman who looked important. I heard Michael hiss from behind me, and an overwhelming sense of curiosity hit me. "Who are you?" I said.