Thanks to the peeps that stuck with me like Alice, Leah, and of course my reviewers
Chapter twelve-
When I went downstairs to make some breakfast, I discovered it was already cooked. I went to the kitchen, following the scrumptious smell. It was coming from Eve. We all know Eve is the worst cook since the Beverly Hillbillies.
Shane followed me down about five minutes later.
"Sooo…" Eve said obvious of the topic.
"Yeah, well first I put her on the couch and took off our clothes, then…" Shane said like a smart ass.
"Okay, I didn't want details." she said blushing under her Goth attire. All I could do was laugh, everything was back to normal-ish.
Shane got a plate and I stole it from him, so he got another. I waited for him, and followed him too the living room. He sat, and I sat right next to him.
"So, what's your guy's plans today, never mind, I don't really want to know."
"You do know that just because Claire is eighteen, it doesn't mean that we're going to be like cats." Eve didn't say anything. "Plus, you don't hear me making jokes about your sex life."
"Shane," I cut in. "Wanna come up to my room?"
"Yeah!"
"Ha, you are like a cat!" exclaimed Eve. We both gave her a look and went upstairs to work Project Read the Book.
"Eve, did you happen to take Latin in high school," Shane asked.
"Are you kidding, it's like banned."
"Yeah, Shane has to learn how to read it and I'm supposed to help."
"Yay!"
"Well, I took a year of Latin, because I had to, it was the only class I didn't like."
"Claire, there was a class that you didn't like!"