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"What in the name of God did you do?!"

I looked up innocently from the couch to see David staring back and forth between Bonnie and I with a less-than happy expression. He looked like he was ready for killing one of us.

"We decorated!" Bonnie proclaimed, her arms spread wide to indicate the room we had spent a good two hours fixing up. The candles that were boring and white had been swapped for some dark reds, purples and even one or two black ones, some stood alone and some came in small candle holders. The couch had various throws covering it and the rug covered a large space in front of the couch, the faded oriental rug.

Bonnie had picked up a few strings of fairy lights. And by a few, I meant enough to string along all the railings that lined the walkways. Once we had strung those we stuck various posters on the walls from the music shop we stopped in. It seemed our make-over didn't please David.

"I can see that, fair lights? Are you kidding me?" He demanded.

Paul passed him and clapped him on the shoulder, "Lighten up, bud. Place looks great." Paul complimented, settling down on the couch between me and Bonnie as he slung his arms around our shoulders, "Nice job, ladies."

David shook his head and walked off mumbling something in a low voice that sounded more like a growl, causing Marko to grin as he passed by him.

I got up and walked over to Marko who looked around the warehouse, "Like it?" I asked.

"Well at least Bonnie didn't rope me into helping her make this nightmare, knew I liked you for a reason." He teased.

"Is that the only reason?" I asked.

"Yep." He said, popping the 'p' for emphasis before leaning down the brush my lips with his gently. Soon enough the initial gentleness faded and I was having serious problems controlling my breathing as Marko continued to deepen the kiss, pulling me up against him tightly.

"Hey, uh, if you guys want to christen the new couch, we can leave?" Paul called over. I hurriedly broke the kiss, damn I actually managed to forget there were in fact other people here. I blushed furiously and hid my face in Marko's jacket as Paul and Bonnie laughed.

"I better be getting home, my dad'll probably be back from his friend's house soon." Marko sighed, and I leant my forehead on his, "I'm sorry, I'm still grounded."

"Is your dad ever gonna let up?"

I shook my head, "Not when people keep vanishing into thin air. They still haven't found Stacey."

It was Saturday night, which meant Stacey had been missing for a week now, and nobody had any clue where she went. We had been called in almost every morning for an update, during which Hembry told everyone I had been at home the entire night Stacey had disappeared so there was no way I could have had anything to do with it. That lessened the burning hostility directed at me slightly, but some people were still convinced I did it.

I had thankfully not had anymore paint cans in my locker, but Jennifer could certainly find other ways to torment me. Be it shove me or trip me on her way down the hall, or blatantly call me a murdering bitch as she walked past. The worrying thing was that the police were saying since Stacey's parents hadn't received any phone calls, ransom notes or anything, she had either left and not told anyone or she was dead. And I couldn't see Stacey ever fleeing the security having a rich family provided, so that left only one conclusion.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Marko's fingers taking my chin, "Penny for your thoughts?"

I smiled and took his hand down to link my fingers with his, "It's nothing, but I should get going, can you give me a lift home?"

"Of course."

A while later I got off the bike, outside the apartment building. The lights were still off in ours, so I assumed my dad wasn't home yet.

"You know, maybe one of these nights I can tell my dad I'm staying at Juliette's and then you won't have to cut the evening short and bring me home." I told him as I turned around to face Marko.

He grinned teasingly, "Oo Claire's gonna sneak out and stay the whole night in the big bad warehouse?"

"Well no matter how much time we spend together, it never seems like it's enough. You're asleep during the day after whatever it is you guys stay up all night doing, and I have to be at home at night. Something's gotta give."

"Well I do still need beauty sleep, so maybe you coming out for the night would be good. We could show you what we get up to." He grinned.

I smiled, "Sounds good. I better get inside before my dad comes driving down the street. I'll maybe see you at work tomorrow night?" Marko nodded and I kissed him lightly before reluctantly breaking away.

I skipped up to the door of the apartment and got my keys out, turning the lock and pushing the door open. Salem and Binx came over like dark shadows in the limited light and I bent down to pet them before standing up and flicking the light on.

I screamed.

"Dad! What are you- I mean- I didn't know you were home." I said as my stomach turned to lead at the sight of my father standing in front of the window with his arms crossed.

"Obviously."

I swallowed, this was not good, "Listen, I know I'm not meant to be out when you said I'm grounded but-"

"There are a lot of things you're not meant to do, Claire. Like go out when you're not meant to, stay out this late when there are people going missing, and getting on the back of a motorcyle without a helmet! Scratch that, getting on a motorcycle at all!" He shouted, I shrunk back against the door, "Who was that boy that left you home?"

"Marko." I finally managed to say, "I met him in the restaurant. He's nice."

"Where does he live?" Shit, if I told him I was hanging out with a guy that basically squated in an abandoned warehouse down at the docks, he would kill me.

"I'm not sure, we just hang out in town and stuff so I don't know."

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but you two seem pretty close judging by what I saw." Embarrassment filled me at the fact my dad saw me kissing Marko, but there were kisses that would have been far worse for him to see.

"We're kind of… Dating."

My father exhaled sharply, "You're grounded for another two weeks."

"Dad!" I protested, "I'm old enough to have a boyfriend." I told him.

"Not one like him, he didn't exactly seemed concerned with your safety when he came speeding down the street. And neither of you seem to care how late it was."

"You were meant to be at Steve's until midnight." I pointed out, it was around eleven thirty now.

"Well it's a good thing I came home early because I was worried about my daughter being alone at night what with everything that's happened. Now I find not only did you sneak out, you're hanging around with a boy I have never even seen before now but apparently he is your boyfriend. Go to your room."

"But-"

"Now!"

I marched down the hall towards my room and made sure to slam my door, the two cats barely made it in. I threw myself down on my bed and screamed in frustration, I was too old for this shit!

I heard a soft meow beside me and looked to see Binx eyeing me curiously before licking his paw without a care in the world. Why couldn't I have been born a cat? They were once worshipped as Gods, and all they're expected to do is look cute, get petted and lie around. They have it too easy.

"How was your first Saturday?" I asked Aaron, Lenny's son, as we got a bit of spare time at the counter on Sunday evening.

"Hectic." He said with a nervous laugh, he was definitely the jumpiest person I had ever met. "H-how was your night off?"

"Hectic." I laughed, wincing as the memory of another two weekends added to my sentence basically shut down any plans I had, "Never lie to your parents, it will come back to bite you in the ass."

Aaron shook his head quickly, "I wouldn't, my mom would kill me and my dad-"

"Would chop you up into little pieces and serve you as a special." I finished, finally he cracked a laugh and I joined in.

"Mind sharing the joke?"

I turned to see Marko leaning on the counter with an eyebrow raised, "Hi." I breathed, slightly surprised as he appeared out of nowhere, I didn't even hear him come in, "Where's everyone else?" I asked, looking around to see it was only Marko in tonight.

"At a movie, I wanted to see if you could catch a later one."

I winced and walked out from behind the counter, leaving Aaron to handle the cheque of a customer, "About that… My dad saw us last night."

Both Marko's eyebrows shot up and he laughed slightly, "Shit, what did he say?"

"He was pissed, I'm grounded for another two weeks. And I don't think the Juliette excuse is gonna work, he won't let me out anywhere if he thinks I'm with you."

"What's so wrong with me?"

"Nothing! He's just a bit edgy because I've never had a boyfriend before and-"

"Boyfriend?" He cut me off with a smile, my face heated up but I forced a shrug.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" I asked with mock seriousness.

Marko pressed a kiss to my lips, "Not one bit."

I smiled, "Good. But he doesn't approve of a biker being my boyfriend. Especially seeing as you don't wear a helmet."

Marko made a show of running a glove through his hair, "And ruin this?"

I laughed, "He'll be alright with it eventually, but that unfortunately sucks for the present." I pouted.

"Uh, Claire?" We both turned to see Aaron looking a bit panicked with a woman looking a little fed up in front of him, "I think I messed up, the till has went crazy."

I turned back to Marko, "I better go help, and I can't stay out late tonight. Sorry. I'll work out some way of seeing you, alright?"

"I'll hold you to that."

"Please do." I said, finally stepping away from him to go back behind the counter. I managed to eventually undo Aaron's mistakes and send the customer on their way.

"So, uh, who was that guy?" Aaron asked as I leant back against the counter.

"Oh, him?" I said, gesturing to the door Marko had exited through only a minute ago, "Nobody, just my boyfriend."