35Hello my fellow fan fictioners! I would like to say that I'm very sorry for taking five VERY long months to get this chapter up. I've been extremely busy and this story has been neglected.
Dedication: To everyone that reviewed and to all those that love Claire and Shane, and, Eve and Michael.
Disclaimer: I Do Not own Morganville vampires or its characters. I also don't own the song Be My Escape. All rights got to Rachel Caine and Relient K.
(Shane's P.O.V.)
God! Why the hell does Eve have to take so much time to get ready! Claire was already awake and downstairs eating breakfast. Michael was god knows where and Eve has been in the bathroom for the past hour! I know that its Saturday and all, but come on!
"Eve, come on! Can you please wrap it up in there? Some of us still need to get ready. "I said yelling as I pounded on the bathroom door. I stopped hitting it and slumped against the door.
The door opened the moment I stopped hitting it, and I fell right on my back as the door swung open. Eve screamed as I fell right in front of her.
"Damn it, Collins! Watch yourself! Yo Claire come up here and tame your boyfriend." Eve yelled steeping out of the bathroom in her whole gothic attire.
I took this opportunity while Eve and Claire were yelling/talking with each other to sneak into the bathroom.
(30 minutes later)
I ran down the stairs and saw Michael strumming his guitar in his chair. He heard me coming and nodded to be before he went back to strumming. I nodded back and walked into the kitchen,
Eve was trying to make bacon, again. Whereas Claire was sitting at the kitchen table, with a barely touched glass of orange juice next to her, and a huge book in front of her.
"Do you ever stop studying?" I asked her as I leaned over to place a on the top of her head.
"No, I do not. And if you want anything to eat then you better go and steal whatever bacon that's still edible." Claire said, never once looking up from her book. I shook my head and reached around Eve to steal a couple pieces of bacon. I waltzed back over to Claire, sat down next to her and gave her one of the pieces I swiped.
"Boys! You two know that it's your turn to clean the house this weekend, so Claire and I are going shopping!" Eve stated as she turned off the stove and throw her apron on the counter. Three groans echoed throughout the house.
"Can't we do it tomorrow? I mean its Saturday and I want to spend it with Claire!" I said as I pulled Claire into my lap to prove my point.
"Eve! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not your life sized Barbie doll!" Claire said as her brows scrunched up in frustration, and can you say adorable!
"I know that I heard a third groan, Michael, so what comment do you have to make about my statement?" Eve asked, hands on her hips, tapping her foot, impatiently.
Michael was in the room in a flash with his arms around Eve's waist, trying to butter her up by looking at her with his puppy dog eyes, but Eve just glared back.
"Okay, okay. Shane and I will gladly clean up the house, while you and Claire go shopping." Michael said caving, as I groaned and Claire shot him as dirty a look as she could muster.
"Alrightly then. Come on Claire, let me grab my coat and then we can go." She said as she sprinted into the living room to grab her coat. Claire rolled her eyes and, Eve being Eve, knew that she didn't want to go so she bribed Claire with something that would get her to go.
"Did I mention that we can stop by the book store too?" She yelled and as soon as Claire heard the word book, she was out of my lap and running to meet Eve. Michael and I followed them into the living room.
"Be careful." I said as I kissed Claire lightly.
"Aren't I always?" She said smiling as she skipped over to Eve at the door.
"Bye!" They both yelled as they walked out the door.
I turned to Michael and smirked. He turned and looked at me with the exact same look on his face.
We were so whipped.
"Well Collins, we better start cleaning." He said as he handed me some Windex and a paper towel roll.
*3 Hours of hard work Later*
We both collapsed onto the couch as the radio started to play a new song.
"Hey Shane, can you turn it up, it sounds good." Michael asked as he took a swing of the red liquid in a bottle.
I reached over and turned it up so we could both hear it clearly. That's when the lyrics of this song really got to us.
I've given up on giving up slowly, I'm blending in so I'm giving up on doing this alone now Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I am a hostage to my own humanity Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I fought You for so long So were You
You won't even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can't ask You to give what You already gave
I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because
I've gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I've gotta get outta here
And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging
You to be my escape.
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
The moment that the song ended, I looked at Michael and knew that he was thinking the exact same thing as I was, with Eve in place of Claire.
They were our escapes.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope that you enjoyed it.
Next up: Eve and Michael! I'm not going to tell you the song, but it's extremely sweet!
Be warned next chapter's going to be fluffy!
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