I'm sick of writing in 3rd person so im gonna do point of views …

Claire's POV

There was something inside me that said, I know this house. I dismissed the thought, must have been in Good Homes or something. It was a really nice house, like Gone With The Wind meets The Munsters.

Shane was really nice, offering to take my bags in Common Grounds [where I felt as if I had been before again] and offering me a place to stay. I felt as if I had known him longer that I had. As soon as we were in the door, a Goth girl came running down the stairs then halted herself to a stop with so much force she looked dizzy. And a man with blonde hair, clutching a guitar came from the living room. He wore no shoes. Shane dumped his bag on the floor.

"Claire, this is Michael Glass and Eve Rosser." Eve threw her hand at me.

"HI!" She said, shaking my had violently. Michael restrained her, offering his own hand, which I shook. It was nice here, I'm glad Shane asked me to stay.

"Well, Claire better get unpacking. I'll show you to your room." Shane said and smiled his lazy slackers grin. And he tottered upstairs, and I followed after. Thank god Shane had taken my bags, I didn't pack a lot but yeah, they felt heavy! Shane smiled as he left. The room was so nice, and again, reminded me of something. But something was bugging me.

Shane. I knew him from somewhere, I just didn't know where. I thought and I thought, but I couldn't remember. Maybe I had met him in a store sometime. But, since I was 16 (nearly seventeen, as I used to protest) I couldn't remember anything about my life before. All I could remember was we were in the car, Mom, Dad and I, then all of a sudden, we crashed. None of us could remember anything from before. We lost old pictures, home videos. Everything. But something was wanting me to remember. But why?

I shook the feeling off and hauled my suitcases onto the bed so I could begin unpacking. I took out my tops and went over to the dresser. Pulling the drawer open, a picture on the top of it caught my eye. I placed the tops in and closed the drawer, taking the picture in my hand. Well it was Shane no doubt, with a girl. A girlfriend? She had short brown hair, to about her shoulders. She was small, but they looked happy together. But then it occurred to me. The girl, it was, me. How could it have been! I had never been to Morganville! I turned round and walked over to the bed, hitting my ankle off of something hard. I crouched down to tend to my ankle, and found a big wooden box. Pulling it out, the lid was already half off. Inside were pictures, letters, video tapes. All my family's. I looked through them, pictures of a younger me and Eve, Michael and Shane.

Shane.

It was all coming back to me now. Shane. It was Shane. Remembering a day …

I looked into my 14 year old world. Just hanging out with my friends. I only really had Eve, Mike and Shane as friends. Eve was my best friend, at Shane and Michael were the boy best friends of the group. We all went everywhere together. But it was on this day I realised something. Important. Eve had went home for dinner, this was when she had just started to go Goth. Michael was walking her home, I think he had a crush on her. Shane and I went to the park to wait for them.

"Remember that time I'd given you the valentines day card." He asked.

"Yeah, I also remember you laughing at me when I cut my leg open."

"What it was funny!""Dick."

"So anyway you remember," I nodded. "Well, I think I mean it a lot more now when I do this." And he kissed me. Not on the cheek. On the lips! My first kiss. A rippling sensation fell over me, sparks pulling us together. His lips were warm and damp on mine, sending me flying. All too soon it was over.

"Now you know how I feel, Claire."

"Yeah." I said and hugged him.

I zoned back to reality. My face was wet with tears. Eve, I remembered her. She had been my best friend forever. And Michael, I was there when her got his first guitar. And Shane, Shane was the boy I loved. I loved them all. I remembered every time we spent together, every time we laughed together, ever kiss we had together. I remembered it all. My head hurt from the pressure, but this was it. I remembered!

I stood up. Eve and Michael were downstairs, singing and playing guitar. I walked into Shane's room. Everything I had forgotten had come back to me. Everything I thought was gone, there. Everyone I loved, here. Shane was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He didn't even acknowledge me. I walked to his bed and lay beside him.

"I remember." I said.

Shane gasped.

I turned to face him, and started to cry. I felt him wrap his arms around me, holding me in a tight embrace.

"Shh, Claire. It's okay baby." He soothed

"I - I remember …" I said through tears and sniffles. "I - I love you."

"You do." He joked.

"Yes - yea … " More sniffles. "Yes, I do."

And he crushed his lips to mine, in a passionate kiss full of longing and meaning. He had been waiting for this for some time. "I love you too." He said, as he brushed my lips. My hands weaved through his hair, pulling him towards me, wanting more. I moved one hand to his chest. Just as beautiful as I remembered, well didn't until now in this case, I thought. I realised how much I loved him. The longing, the yearning. I didn't have to wait any longer. Shane was here, and he could make everything okay again, at least for now.

What do you think of the POV? Or should I stick to 3rd person? … (: xx