A/N - Hello to all you lovely, beautiful fans! I love you all. I'm very sorry I haven't updated again, been stuck once again! Plus, I will be updating less frequently now, as the exams have now started! Four weeks into the future and I should be a better person for updating :) This is all from the top of my head, so yeah, do NOT blame me if it sucks!
p.s. yes, blame me. it will suck.

Claire awoke in her bed, with no idea how it had happened. She opened her eyes only to squeeze them tightly shut again - the sunlight was pouring violently into her room, showering everything with a golden sheen. She rubbed her eyes, hard, and forced them open to strain against the burst of light. For a second, she thought it was still the weekend, but when she checked her cellphone, the day was Monday. It was one of those early summer mornings where the sun streamed early through each open window, bright enough to fool any unwary person into believing it was late in the day. Claire was still awake early, though. Plenty of time to grab a shower and some breakfast. Hell, why not some coffee, too? The stuff was in the kitchen. She wasn't too lazy to assemble it.

She dragged her overly-tired butt downstairs and shuffled to the kitchen. Eve was in there, clomping around in her heavy boots and singing some Nine Inch Nails song which Claire vaguely knew. She dragged herself over to the counter and hip-bumped her best friend out of the way, grinning with fatigue. Eve squealed and flicked flour at her. She was baking? Claire stared at the bowl of cakemix for a few seconds, before shrugging and getting her cup.

"What's the occasion?" Claire said, holding back a yawn and pouring coffee into her mug. Eve was still humming, but stopped momentarily to say, "Hm?"

"There must be an occasion if you're baking. Nobody gets food poisoning for no reason." Eve laughed and carried on stirring the mix in the bowl.

"Just... hmm." she replied, distracting herself. Claire waved a slow hand in front of her friends face.

"Are you in there? Eve?" she said, before sitting down at the kitchen table. Eve was grinning to herself. Claire sighed and sipped her coffee. Eve buzzed around before finally taking a seat opposite Claire. Even then she couldn't keep still.

"It's just... so awesome, y'know?" she said, distantly.

"What is?" Claire said. She was getting a little weirded out. Eve didn't usually act like this. She'd usually come right out and tell Claire what was on her mind. Claire sighed again, drained her coffee and put it in the sink.

"Your kitchen duty." she pointed out to Eve, who just grinned manically and jumped up to scrub the very few dishes.

Claire walked upstairs to dress herself. She didn't have too many clothes which she thought were too impressive, just enough to not look like garbage. She was just taming her hair into submission when her cell rang. She didn't recognise the number.

"Hello?" she asked cautiously. She instantly cringed when she recognised the voice at the other end of the line.

"Freak, meet me in Common Grounds after your stupid advanced classes. I need tutoring."

"You can't tell me what to do, Monica. And, if my classes are so advanced, technically, they aren't stupid." Claire replied, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'll pay. But if you give me the wrong answers, I'm getting my money back. And your face gets pounded, bitch." Claire completely didn't doubt that last threat. Monica Morrell had done much more than just pound her face in. She was the whole reason she ended up in the Glass House. In fact, in some weird way, maybe Claire could thank her for that. Not much, though. Monica had hung up, and Claire grabbed her backpack, ready for classes at TPU. Some things never changed in Morganville.

Except, maybe, the fact that she felt as if she was walking through cloud.

Myrnin.

That was all she was capable of thinking of. Sure, he creeped her the hell out, but he could be sweet.

She didn't stop thinking about him all through her classes, but she still aced her pop quizzes, and noted everything down that she needed. She was just escaping class when her cell sent out its ultrasonic message again. She answered the call.

"Claire. Lab. Instantly." Myrnin said, then hung up.

Well, Queen Bitch Monica and her cohorts would have to wait. Three crazy psychopaths who would no doubt kill her if she didn't turn up didn't seem as important as an insane vampire who made out with her who could also kill her in much more painful ways.

I know it's short. I'm still stuck :( so I'm adding in another Claire and Myrnin sexy scene ;) It will be better than the last one. I shall try and make it a little more exciting in future, I'm just so damn stuck!

Btw, any guesses for why Eve's so delusionally happy? ;) Love y'all.