Sorry for the wait, Michael is actually the hardest to write muahha xD thanks to islandgurl671 and XXmelissaXXRayanne you reminded me about this story, I had forgotten! (exams ¬¬) jejej

Michael

There's something wrong with Claire. And with Shane.

Shane won't talk to her and after we heard him throwing stuff at the walls, she went up to try to talk to him. A few minutes later, she came down crying, saying that he wouldn't even let her in, let alone listen to her.

She then went up to her bedroom and now, six hours later, has only got out of bed twice, both to go to the bathroom. About two hours ago, to escape all the anger in the house, I went to get Eve and we came home. She tried to talk to Claire but apparently she's got her headphones on full volume and has locked herself in her room and is not letting anyone in.

We can hear her sobs through the ceiling of the living room.

Eve and I are now trying to make tacos…the least said about our attempts the better.

Eve looks down at the soggy mess on the plate "I don't think we did it right."

"Fancy ordering a pizza?"

"Pepperoni with extra cheese?"

"Deal."

I run upstairs and bang on Shane's bedroom door. "Oy! Shane! You want a pizza?"

He responds with a grunt and a "go away leech"

I knock on Claire's door more gently. "Claire?"

I hear the music pause and she takes a deep breath and opens the door.

"Yes?"

She looks awful, her hair's all over the place, her face is a mess from her tears and her eyes are bloodshot.

I open my arms to her and she falls into them and starts crying again with her face against my chest. After a while, she catches her breath shakily and smiles weakly.

"Thanks Michael"

"Anytime"

Eve calls from below "Michael! How long does it take to bang on doors and take orders? Get down here before I come up and kick your bloodsucking ass!"

"That's true love for you" I mutter and Claire laughs "You want a pizza? We tried to make tacos but…they didn't exactly come out perfect."

"What did you do?" she sighs

"Absolutely nothing" Eve breaks in "It's what guys do, do nothing and nobody can blame you, see?"

"True enough" I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hair.

"Back off bloodsucker, I'm armed!" she says brandishing the wooden spoon she's carried up from the kitchen.

I disarm her quickly and throw the wooden spoon down the stairs.

"Ha!"

Claire watches this exchange with sad eyes and sniffs the air.

"Do I smell smoke?"

Crap. Eve really distracts the vampire senses. Especially with her new perfume.

"I forgot to turn the hob (not sure how this would be in USA sorry) off! Shit!" Eve runs down the stairs two at a time and barges into the kitchen before coming back, coughing.

"I can't see a thing!"

I open the kitchen door and am overwhelmed by the smoke. I rush over to the hob and turn it off, throwing the guilty pan and its contents into the sink. The pan sizzles when it touches the water and I open the window to let the smoke out.

"Remind me never to let Eve cook again" says Claire. Eve shoots her an angry look. "What? Michael agrees, right?"

Oh. "Yep, permanent laundry duty for you, zombie girl."

If looks could kill…