Eve's POV

Michael wasn't human. So what? I fell in love with a vampire (well, he was human when I first fancied him, but he was a ghost thing when we started dating) that isn't going to change now. Although, he technically isn't a vampire anymore. At least, I don't think he is. I think he expected me to freak out and cry when he told me he actually wasn't human, but I used to be goth. It kind of comes with the territory that I don't get freaked by things like that. I was going to find out what he really was though. Just for peace of mind. Maybe he's half-vampire-half-human. He still has the hearing and speed of a vampire, he just doesn't crave blood anymore. I have noticed that he seems to look younger every passing day. Originally, he looked about 40, like he would if he was human, but how he looks more around 30. I find it kind of weird that Carrie hasn't noticed anything. But maybe Michael is like Hogwarts. Maybe he's always looked normal to her so she doesn't notice. You know like Hogwarts looks really old and dangerous to Muggles? Maybe Carrie's the Muggle in all of this. Or maybe I'm just over thinking it all. I usually do.

Today was our last day with the Collins Clan, as I like to call them. I was busy packing my bags (and re-packing Michael's neatly) with Claire's help. Michael and Shane were downstairs watching TV, no help to us at all, and Carrie had gone out with her friends. It was nice spending time with Claire. It isn't like it used to be, I mean, we are quite a bit older now, but we still have a laugh and I keep her up-to-date with the goings on in Morganville. Usually about how Monica is completely irrelevant in the town these days. She has a family (don't ask how. I'm still trying to work that one out) and she still thinks she's the queen of the town, but with a new family in the Mayor's office, she just doesn't have the reputation she used to. I think secretly Claire likes Monica, just a little. I mean, because of Monica, she met Shane. As much as Shane hates Monica, I think he appreciates that too. Although, he never turns down the opportunity to bitch about her.

Claire broke the silence.

"Hey Eve, you better come back for my birthday. I can't spend the day without one of your inedible cakes,"

"I think you mean incredible not inedible Claire. And here I was, all this time, thinking you were the smart one,"

"Hmm, let me think about that... Nope, I'm pretty sure I mean inedible,"

"You say one more word about my amazing cake baking and I won't make you one," I winked at her.

"Oooh, I'm scared," she raised her hands to her mouth and did her best horror movie face impression. It was hilarious.

"You should be,"

We finished packing the bags while laughing really hard. In the end, we gave up doing it neatly because of how much we were shaking and neither of us could see clearly through the tears in our eyes.

"What's going on in here?" we heard a male voice at the door and both spun around. I almost had my laughter under control when I saw Claire from the corner of my eye collapse into a heap on the floor, still laughing as hard as we were before. She was clutching her stomach and rolling around in pain, but she couldn't stop laughing. I saw Shane appear at the door with a confused look on his face. It was like he wasn't sure whether to go and help her up or not. Claire now sounded like she was crying, but I could tell she wasn't. Michael was laughing at her and I could see Shane trying hard not to.

"Shane... you... better... not... laugh... at me... OWWW!" Claire gasped through bursts of laughter. She was still clutching her stomach.

It was too much for Shane though, and he ended up holding onto the door for support. I've always found his laugh funny – and so has Claire – and it was a rare occasion seeing Shane laugh for me, so it got me laughing just as bad as Claire. Sixteen years ago, it was a rare sight for any of us to see Shane laugh properly. I don't think Claire had even seen it. Not like this. Apparently, she still found it hilarious because she was pointing at him, unable to speak, and still laughing. She must be in so much pain.

Eventually, Shane and Michael stopped laughing and, through some sort of silent consent, picked us up and carried us downstairs, throwing us both on the couch when we got to the living room. That made us even worse. I don't even think we were laughing at anything in particular anymore. Shane sat down next to Claire and put his arm around her, trying to hold her still, while Michael picked a movie for us to watch. Horror. Great. As soon as the credits came up I stopped laughing and snuggled into Michael's side, trying to hide my face. I could hear Claire hiccuping as her laughter died down.

Soon enough, me and Claire we screaming and jumping at everything that appeared on screen. Michael and Shane kept telling us to shut up. Next time, we were so picking the movie.

By the time it ended Claire had fallen asleep and I could see Shane was starting to drift off too. He probably would've if Carrie hadn't decided to get home and make her entrance known to the world in the process. He jolted fully awake and shook the sleep out of his eyes. Michael checked his watch and sighed.

"We should probably start to head off," he said to me.

"Already? Really?" I must have sounded like a five-year-old.

"Yeah, it'll be dark soon and it's a long drive back,"

"You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Shane asked.

"Thanks man, but we probably shouldn't," Michael said. Shane raised his eyebrows, but didn't question further. We headed upstairs to grab our stuff while Shane woke Claire up.

"Carrie, Michael and Eve are leaving now!" Claire called up the stairs.

"Bye," Carrie called from her bedroom.

"Aren't you going to come out and say goodbye?" Claire asked.

We heard a thud then the door opened and she walked out.

Shane had gone to put our stuff in the trunk of the car while we said our goodbyes.

"See ya soon guys," I said. I didn't want to leave, but I knew we had to go back to Morganville at some point. I hugged Claire and walked to the car where Michael was waiting.

Well, that was one hell of a trip, I thought.

We set off in the direction of Morganville. Wish me luck.