Sometime after Kiss of Death. Like when the gang gets home. Wow, this a long title. …I should stop typing now.
I sat on the porch of the Glass house waiting for the kids to come home. I had met them all earlier, a little bit before they left. With Oliver and not me.
Oh, I bet you're wondering about crazy guy.
Wait. Pssh, who would think about him when Shane was coming back? Sigh. He is so…
He's dating Claire.
What's so special about her anyway?
So Myrnin hasn't killed her. Woop-dee-doo. Sure she made it into Collage when I was a freshman; who cares? I don't.
Why's he gotta be taken? Why? What did I do to suffer this awful fate? WHAT-! Oh, they're home.
Okay, really quickly, I'm not jealous of Claire! I met some dude on campus, and he almost asked me out. His name is Bryan. Yummy, yes?
Michael stepped out of the car. It was almost night, so I bet the sun would only irritate his skin. Michael was cute too, but if Eve was dating him, you better back off. She would beat me to a pulp. Claire on the other hand… Eh, I could take her. I'm Hispanic. We can do anything.
Eve stepped out of the huge car and stretched. Then Claire- grrr- and Shane- sigh.
Eve spotted me. "Maya?" she said. I gave a lazy salute and stood. As Michael carried a bag in, I smiled at Shane. Claire knew I liked him, she shot me a glare. "I thought Myrnin was stopping by," she mused, putting on a little go-the-fuck-away smile.
"He is around 8," I replied, putting on my best never smile.
Claire narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag. "Oh, hey Maya," Shane said absently, "Wait. The freak is stopping by?"
Claire laughed. "He's not a freak. He's just… weird."
"Says you," I sighed, "I had to spend the whole time you were gone with him."
Shane chuckled. "You had to baby sit Claire's boss?" He took Claire's bag for her and grabbed his own. Claire shut the trunk and shoved her way past me.
Okay, so I should tell you the story of why we kind of hate each other. But! I'll just give you the summery.
I came over to play video games, right? I played Shane, and he beat me. I was totally flirty during the whole game. And obviously Claire noticed. So she's all: I wanna play. And she does the exact the same thing I did. It was pathetic. Why does he even like her? She's so… ugh. Small and weird. She's practically dating crazy dude.
Friggin A, she should hook up with him so Shane can be all mine. Bwah hahaha.
Uh hem. Anywho, then me and her played, and of course, I kick her ass right? Then she gets friggin subtle aggression. You know, a "friendly" shove, hate smiles, random compliments. I might be trying to hook her boyfriend, but come on. She plays like a two year old.
I would so beat her up. Hardcore.
Oh my God, I've become Monica.
Okay okay! So like we sort of hate each other now. Man, if I'm becoming Monica, I should take crazy guy. He kind of cute, and we do have stuff in common- ew! He's like 6 years older than me! (Not counting vampire years.) But I did date that 20 year old when I was 15… no! No! Gross! He's a vampire! No getting around that.
Haha, I bet it would be hot if he bit me.
…
Anyway…
I'm gonna try and patch things up with Claire. Yeah. I should do that. Myrnin could go nuts at any second- even though he's been cured- and I don't want her to die hating me.
Yay! No more Monica!
We all walked inside Michael's gorgeous house. I wish I had a house of my own. And a dog. And two cats, a husband, and a little boy named Rico.
But that's way too soon for my age.
So Shane sets Claire and his bag on the sofa and plops down. Before Claire sat down I grabbed her arm. She scowled at me. "I need to talk to you," I said awkwardly.
Claire rolled her eyes and told Shane she'd be right back. We went to the side of the stair case, out of earshot.
"What?" Claire snapped.
"Look dude," I started, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've been flirting with your boyfriend. Sorry."
Claire's expression softened. "Yeah, that wasn't cool."
"I know. It's just hard to be in a relationship when you work for some crazy whore who can't stop giving orders."
Claire chuckled softly. "Tell me about it," she poked my shoulder, "You seem to be into my boss."
I felt my cheeks warm a little. "Ew, gross. He's insane, Claire."
"I know, but it doesn't seem to bother you."
I stuck my tongue out at her. "So, we cool?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Just lay off. It was hard enough with that Ysandre girl."
Oh yeah. Myrnin told me about that when he was over last. Flipping slut used mind control. I smiled. "Right… But yeah. I'll back off. He's just so yummy."
Claire returned the smile. "I know right?"
"Claire! You're nutty boss is at the door!" Eve called.
Claire looked past me and sighed. "Will you guys invite him in?"
I turned and saw Myrnin there, arms folded looking irritated. Oh, yeah, he has to be invited in. He wore long black jeans that I bought for him and that old brown coat! Shoot! I forgot to get him a new one like Amelie asked. Oh well.
At least he's not wearing shorts. I shiver.
So yeah. He's wearing that coat, jeans, flip flops (Lord…), and that dark purple vest. All in all, his outfit was… acceptable. But I wouldn't take him out in public with it. Eh, maybe. I donno.
So he's tapping on air while Shane just chuckles at him.
"Myrnin, get in here," Claire mused.
Myrnin nodded and stepped through. He gave Shane a glare and smiled at Claire. "Good to see you again, Claire. I'm guessing you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yeah. It's a long story, I'll have to tell you later," she replied, "By the way, you ever met a guy name Morley?"
Myrnin got his thinking look and replied, "Friend of yours?"
"No way," Claire said quickly, walking to sit with Shane, "He's an enemy of Amelie, I think."
"Ah, I might not know him. Names escape me," Myrnin sighed. He finally noticed I was there and smiled, "Maya, I didn't even notice you were there."
I returned the smile. "Yup. I'm here, and I want a soda," I looked to Shane, "Cool?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's fine," he responded.
"Awesome." I went to the kitchen and found Eve sitting on the counter chewing on a sandwich. "Yo," she said, her voice muffled by bread.
"Hiya." I reached into the fridge and grabbed a Cola. I popped the type top and took a swig. Nummy. "Shouldn't you be joining everyone else?" I asked, sitting on the counter.
Eve smiled. "Shouldn't you?"
I nodded after another drink. "To che."
"So, dude. Why are you flirting with Shane? It's not cool."
I nodded again. "I know, I know. I sorted it out with Claire. It's all good."
Eve exhaled. "Awesome. I thought I was going to have to beat you up."
I smiled nervously. See? Beat me to a pulp.
"And I thought you like what's-his-name. Uh-"
"I don't like Myrnin!" I breathed, "I mean his cute, but I don't think it would even work! I mean seriously. He's like four bazillion years older than me and-"
Eve laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I was going to say Bryan Jacobson, you goof," she chuckled, "But if you like Claire's boss, whatever man."
Crap.
"No, no, no. I thought-" I blushed.
"Uh huh." Eve finished her sandwich and tussled my hair. She walked out and I tried to compose myself. Did I like him? Ehhh! I don't know! I looked in the reflection in the window, fixed my hair, smoothed down the Alice in Wonderland shirt I was wearing and walked out. Eve winked at me from the couch. Michael was tuning his guitar like the angel he was, Claire was talking about something with her boss. I heard "Morganville computer" and "brain".
Weird. Shane was snacking on some chips. I decided to join him and Eve.
"So how was Dallas?"
