New chapter!
Ok so here's the thing, Morganville its home! But since when is life this complex. I would love to be a normal girl, in a normal town who can go out with her boyfriend –preferably after dark- and socialise with her friends; chance of that happening? Less than zero. And now this…
"Shane!"
His footsteps literally echo through our home, the carpets threadbare with use- probably congealed in blood, stinking of some type of sweat. We just don't have time. Eve works two jobs (that's when we're not trying to save Morganville's butt) one at Common Grounds (Oliver's café where there are rules, so everyone is safe; well. Most likely safe!) and then one at TPU, in the onsite café- so combine all that we hardly see Eve. Then Michael between Guitar and working in Morganville's only music store; he's barely contactable- we have better relationships with their voicemail! So that leaves me and Shane, yet we both have jobs ourselves; that's if you can actually call mine a job. Shane works in fast food restaurant, working long hours for a less than crappy wage; whilst I go to see a vampire…or the trap-door spider- whichever you prefer. At least my income is of large figures, and is almost pain-free.
"What?" Jumping three stairs at a time, as if they were nothing.
"Are we going or what? I need some stuff from the store unless we like crappy three day old pasta?" The sarcasm literally dripping from each word, this wasn't my chore but again we're all just too busy!
"Well not that I don't just love 'three day old pasta' but I think maybe I can manage the store; walk?" Offering me his arm like an old century gentleman, I smile feeling the blush in my cheeks and shivers in places that make me giggle. Stretching to my tiptoes, watching his face get closer and closer until our lips meet; pressing gently then more and more. My fingers lace his hair, pressing him against me; a moan escapes his lips- I bring him closer and closer to me. My fingers subconsciously untangle themselves from his hair; finding the hem of his shirt, my hands pressing against his tense muscles…more moans, mingling in the air. I gasp in delight as his own press against the curve of my spine, moving their way up to my breasts.
In this moment the store can wait.
Three knocks echo into the lounge. "Anyone home? It Emily, Emily Stewart- I'm here about the room and something else… please help."
"Oh Shit." And for once I agree with Shane completely.