The way the Glass House worked, on a practical level, was that there was schedule for the stuff that had to be done. Cooking, cleaning, fixing things, laundry. Technically, they were all on every housemate's list. In practice, though, what happened was this: the boys (Michael and Shane) bribed the girls (Eve and Claire) to do laundry, and the girls bribed the boys to fix things.
Claire glared at her new iPod -- which was actually really nice -- and put it on ランダム shuffle as she looked at the mess she'd made of her latest laundry effort. And there was the problem: she loved the hot ピンク iPod, which had been a heck of a good bribe, and she really didn't deserve it, because the laundry was ...
... also pink. Which would have been almost fine if it had been a load full of girls' underwear または something.
Not so much with guy clothes. She could not even imagine what kind of screaming that was going to bring.
"Yeah," she sighed, and stared at the very definitely ピンク piles of shirts, socks and underwear. "Not going to be a good afternoon." It was amazing at what one, one stupid red 靴下 could do. She'd already tried running it all back through the washer, hoping the problem would just go away. No such luck.
The basement of the Glass House was big, dark and creepy, which wasn't really such a surprise. Most basements were, and this was Morganville. Morganville went in for dark and creepy the way Las Vegas went in for neon. Apart from the one area Claire was in, with a battered washer and dryer, a 表, テーブル that had once been painted some kind of industrial green, and some shelves filled with unidentifiable junk, the rest of the basement was dim and quiet. Hence, the iPod, which pumped cheery 音楽 through the headphones and made the creepy retreat a little.
Creepy, she could fight.
ピンク underwear ... apparently not.
She had the 音楽 cranked up so high that she failed to hear steps coming down the stairs. In fact, she had no clue she wasn't completely alone until she felt a hand touch her shoulder, and hot breath against her neck.
She reacted like any sensible person living in a town full of vampires. She screamed. The shriek echoed off of the brick and concrete, and Claire whirled, clapped hands over her mouth, and backed away from Eve, who was collapsing in laughter. The Goth look usually didn't go well with hysterical giggles, unless they were evil giggles, but somehow Eve managed to pull it off.
Claire ripped the headphones out of her ears and gasped, "You -- あなた -- "
"Oh, spit it out already," Eve managed to gasp out. "Bitch. I am, I know. That was evil. But oh my God, funny."
"Bitch," Claire said, late and not at all meaning it. "You scared me."
"Kind of the point," Eve said, and got herself under control. Her mascara was a little smeared, but Claire supposed that was all part of the Goth thing anyway. "So what's up, pup?"
"Trouble," Claire sighed. Her ハート, 心 was still pounding from the scare, but she was determined not to let it show. She pointed at the laundry on the table.
Eve's eyes went wide, and her black-painted lips parted in horrified fascination. "That's not trouble, that's fail. Tell me that isn't all the whites. Like, Michael and Shane's too."
"All the whites," Claire said, and held up the guilty red sock. "Yours?"
"Oh damn." Eve snatched it out of Claire's fingers and shook the 靴下 like a floppy rattle. "Bad sock! Bad! あなた are never going anywhere fun ever again!"
"I'm serious. They're going to kill me."
"They'll never get the chance. I'm going to kill you. Do I look like someone who rocks pastel to you?"
Well, that was a definite point. "Sorry," Claire said. "Seriously. I tried washing them again, without the sock, but -- "
Eve shook her head, reached down on the lowest level of the shelf, and pulled out a bottle of bleach, which she thumped down on the 表, テーブル 次 to laundry. "You bleach, I'll supervise, because I'm not taking the chance of getting a drop on this outfit,'k? It's new."
The outfit in 質問 was hot ピンク -- matching Claire's new iPod, actually -- with (of course) black. Horizontal striped tights, a black pleated miniskirt, a blazing magenta 上, ページのトップへ with a skull all blinged out in crystal on it. Eve had done up her dyed black hair in a messy pile on 上, ページのトップへ of her head, with stray bits sticking up in all directions.
She looked creepy/adorable.
As Claire reloaded the laundry, with a shot of bleach, Eve climbed up on the dryer and kicked her feet idly. "So あなた heard the news, right?"
"What news?" Claire asked. "Do I do hot? Is hot good?"
"Hot is good," Eve confirmed. "Michael got another call from that 音楽 producer guy. あなた know, the one from Dallas? The important one, with the daughter at school here? He wants to set Michael up with some club dates in Dallas, and a couple of days at a recording studio. I think he's serious."
Eve was trying to sound excited about it, but Claire could follow the road signs. Sign one (shaped like an exit sign), Michael Glass was Eve's serious, long-time crush/boyfriend. Sign two (danger, curves), Michael Glass was hot, talented, and sweet. Sign three (yellow caution), Michael Glass was a vampire, which made everything a million times もっと見る complicated. Sign four (flashing red), Michael had begun 芝居 もっと見る like a vampire than the boy Eve loved, and they’d already had some pretty spectacular fights about it. So bad, in fact, that Claire wasn’t sure Eve wasn’t thinking about breaking up with him.
All of which led to sign four (STOP).
"You think he'll go?" Claire asked, and concentrated on setting the temperature right on the laundry. The smell of the detergent and bleach was kind of pleasant. Like really sharp flowers, the kind that would cut あなた if あなた tried to pick them. "To Dallas, I mean?"
"I guess." Eve sounded even less enthusiastic. "I mean, it's good for him, right? He can't just hang around playing coffee shops in Jugular, Texas. He needs to -- " Her voice faded out, and she looked down at her lap with a focus Claire thought the スカート really didn't deserve. "He needs to be out there."
"Hey," Claire said, and as the washer began chugging away, washing away the guilty stains, she put her hands on Eve's knees. The kicking stopped, but Eve didn't look up. "Are あなた guys breaking up?"
Eve still didn’t look up. “I cry all the time,” she said. “I hate this. I don’t want to lose him. But it’s like he just keeps getting farther and farther away, あなた know? And I don’t know how he feels. What he feels. If he feels. It’s awful.”
Claire swallowed hard. “I think he still loves you.”
Now she got Eve to look at her – big, vulnerable dark eyes rimmed によって all the black. “Really? Because – I just ...” Eve took in a deep breath and shook her head. “I don’t want to get dumped. It’s going to hurt so bad, and I’m so scared he’ll find somebody else. Somebody, あなた know, better.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” Claire said. “Not ever.”
"Easy for あなた to say. あなた haven't seen how the girls throw themselves at him after a show."
"Yeah, you'd never do that."
Eve looked up sharply, smiled a little, then looked back down. "Yeah, okay, whatever. But it's different when he's my Michael and they're the ones who are all, あなた know -- anyway, he's just always so nice to them."
Claire jumped up on the dryer 次 to her and kicked her feet in rhythm with Eve's. "He has to be nice, right? That's his job, kind of. And we were talking about whether または not あなた guys were breaking up. Are you?”
“I – don’t know. It’s weird right now. It hurts and I want the hurt to be over, one way または another, あなた know?” Eve’s shoulders rose and fell in a shrug that somehow managed to be depressed at the same time. "Besides, now he’s running off to Dallas. They won't let me go, if he does. I'm just, あなた know. Human."
"You've got one of the cool frat pins. Nobody would stop you." The cool frat pins were a gift from Amelie, the town's founder, one of the most frighteningly quiet ヴァンパイア Claire had ever met, and Claire's boss, technically. They worked like the bracelets most people in town wore, the ones that identified individuals または families as being Protected によって a specific vampire, only these were better ... people who wore these pins didn't have to give blood または take orders. They weren't owned.
As far as Claire knew, there were fewer than ten people in all of Morganville who had this kind of status, and it meant freedom -- in theory -- from a lot of the scarier elements of town.
All because they’d gotten in over their heads, had to fight their way out of it, and done some good for Amelie in the process. It was heroism によって accident, in Claire’s opinion, but she definitely wasn’t turning down the pin. または what the pin represeted.
"If they decide Michael can go, I'll still have to file an application for temporary leave," Eve said. "So would you, または Shane, if あなた wanted to go. And they could turn us down. They probably would."
"Why?"
"Because they're mostly asshats? Not to mention bloodsucking vampire asshats, which doesn't exactly make them fair from the beginning?"
Claire could see her point, actually, which was depressing. The air filled with the smells of laundry, which was homey and didn't go too well with depressing. Claire remembered her iPod, which was still blaring away at her headphones, and clicked it off. They sat in silence for a while, and then Eve said, "I wish the dryer was running, because man, I could use a good ... tumble dry."
Claire burst out laughing, and after a second, Eve joined her, and it was all okay.
Even in the dark. Even in the basement.
In the end, the laundry was only a little pink.
###
ディナー was タコス night, and it was Claire's turn for that too, which somehow seemed wrong, but she'd switched with Michael when she'd been staying late at the 大学 library, so she was stuck with Chore Day. Not that she minded making tacos. She liked it, actually.
Shane blew in the door just as she was chopping the last of the onions, which was typical Shane timing; five 分 earlier, and she'd have made him do the chopping. Instead, he arrived just as she was wiping tears away from her stinging eyes. Perfect.
He didn't care that her eyes were red, apparently, because he kicked the キッチン door shut, slammed the deadbolt with a gesture so smooth it looked automatic, set a bag on the counter, and leaned over to キッス her. It was one of those hi-I'm-home kisses, not one of his really good ones, but it still made Claire's ハート, 心 flutter a little bit in her chest. Shane looked ... like Shane, she guessed, which was fine with her. Tall, broad, sun-streaked slacker hair and a heartbreaker's smile. He was wearing a KILLERS t-shirt that smelled like barbecue, from his job.
"Hey!" she protested -- not very sincerely -- and waved the ナイフ she'd been using to chop onions. "I'm armed!"
"Yeah, but you're not very dangerous," he said, and kissed her again, lightly. "You taste like tacos."
"You taste like barbecue."
"And that’s a win-win!" He grinned at her, reached over and rattled the paper bag he'd set on the counter. "How about some brisket tacos?"
"That is so wrong, あなた know. Brisket does not go in tacos."
"Twisted, yet delicious. I say yes."
Claire sighed and dumped the chopped onions into a bowl. "Hand me the brisket." Secretly, she liked brisket tacos, she just liked giving him a hard time more.
"You know,” Claire said, as she got the barbecue out of the bag, “you really ought to talk to Michael.”
"About what?"
"What do あなた think? About what’s going on with him and Eve!"
"Oh hell no. Guys don't talk about that crap."
"You're serious."
"Really."
"What do あなた talk about?"
Shane looked at her like she was insane. "You know. Stuff. We're not girls. We don't talk about our feelings. I mean, not to other guys."
Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, be emotionally stunted losers, I don't care."
“Good. Thanks. I’ll do that – “ The door opened, and Michael shuffled in, rocking the worst bedhead Claire had ever seen him with. “Whoa. Dude, あなた look like crap. あなた getting enough iron in your diet?”
"Screw you, and thanks. I just woke up. What's your excuse?"
"I work for a living, man. Unlike the nightwalking dead."
He went straight past them, and got a sports bottle from the refrigerator, which he stuck in the microwave for fifteen seconds. Claire was grateful the smell of the onions, brisket and タコス meat covered the smell of what was in the bottle. Well, they all knew what it was, but if she pretended really hard, it didn't have to be quite as obvious.
Michael drank from his sports bottle and flashed Shane the finger, then wandered over to look at what they were doing. "Cool, tacos. How long?"
"Depends on whether または not she lets me do the chopping," Shane said. "Five minutes, maybe?"
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Eve yelled, and there was something in her voice that really didn't sound quite right. もっと見る ... desperate than eager, like she wanted to stop them from getting to it first. Claire glanced over at Shane, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Uh oh," he said. "Either she's finally dumping you, Mikey, and her new boy's coming for dinner, または -- "
It was the or, of course. After a short delay, Eve opened the swinging door just wide enough to stick her face inside. She tried for a smile. It almost worked. "Uh -- so I invited someone to ディナー -- "
"Nice time to tell us," Shane said.
"Shut up, you've got enough 食 for the Fifth Armored Division and half the Air Force. We can fill one もっと見る plate." But she was having trouble keeping eye contact, and as Claire watched, Eve bit her lip and looked away completely.
"Crap," Michael said. "I’m not going to like this, am I? Who is it?"
Eve silently opened the door the rest of the way. Behind her, standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans jacket, head down, was her brother Jason Rosser.
Jason looked -- different, Claire thought. For one thing, he usually looked strung out and dirty and violent, and now he looked almost sober, and he was definitely on speaking terms with showers. Still skinny, and she couldn't say much for the baggy clothes he was wearing, but he looked ... better than she’d ever seen him.
And even so, something inside her flinched, hard, at the sight of him. Jason was associated with several of her worst, scariest memories, and even if he hadn't actually hurt her, he hadn't helped her, either. または any of the girls who'd been hurt, または killed. Jason was a bad, bad kid. He’d been an accomplice at least three murders, and to an attack on Claire.
And neither Shane nor Michael had forgotten any of that.
"Get him out of here," Shane said, low and dangerous. "Now."
"It's Michael's house," Eve said, without looking at any of them directly. “Michael?”
"Wait a second, it's our house! I live here too!" Shane shot back. "You don't get to drag his low-life 尻, お尻 in here and act like nothing happened with him!"
"He's my brother! And he's trying, Shane, God, あなた can be such a -- "
"It's okay," Claire said. Her hands were shaking, and she felt cold, but she also saw Jason lift his head and for a 秒 their eyes met. It was like a physical shock, and she wasn't sure what she saw, または what he saw, but neither one of them could hold it for long. "It's just dinner. It's not a big deal."
Shane turned toward her, eyes wide, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Claire, he hurt you. Hell, he hurt me, too! Jason is not some stray mutt あなた can take in and feed, okay? He's psycho. And she knows it better than anybody." He glared at Eve, who frowned but didn't glare back as she normally would have. "You expect us all to just play nice with him now that he figures out the bad guys aren't winning, so he cranks out a quick apology? Because it's not happening. It's just not."
"Yeah, I figured it would go this way. Sorry I bothered you," Jason said. His voice sounded faint and rusty, and he turned and walked away, toward the front door and out of their line of sight. Eve went after him, and she must have tried to stop him, because Claire heard his soft voice say, "No, he's not wrong. I've got no right to be here. I did bad things, sis. This was a mistake."
Of all of them, only Michael hadn't spoken. Hadn't moved, in fact. He was staring at the swinging door as it swayed back and forth, and finally he took a deep breath, set down his sports bottle, and went out into the hallway.
Claire smacked at Shane's arm. "What the hell was that, macho man? あなた have to come to my rescue all the time, even when nobody's trying to hurt me?"
He seemed honestly surprised. "I was just -- "
"I know what あなた were just doing. あなた don't speak for me!"
"I wasn't trying to -- "
"Yes, あなた were. Look, I know Jason’s no saint, but he got himself together, and he stuck with Eve when all of us were -- out of commission, when Bishop was in charge. He protected her."
“And he let his crazy buddy Dean grab あなた and almost kill you, and he didn’t do anything!”
"He did," Claire 発言しました flatly. "He left me to find help. I know because Richard Morrell told me later. Jason went to the cops and tried to tell them. They didn't believe him または they'd have gotten help to me a lot earlier." Earlier would have meant a lot less terror and pain and despair. It wasn't Jason's fault that they'd figured him for crazy.
Shane was thrown, a little, but he came back swinging. "Yeah, well, what about those other girls? He didn't help them, did he? I'm not friending up somebody like that."
"Nobody 発言しました あなた had to," Claire shot back. "Jason’s done his time in jail. Sitting at the same 表, テーブル isn't like swearing eternal brotherhood."
He opened his mouth, closed it, and then said, very tightly, "I just wanted to make sure he didn't have a chance to hurt あなた again."
"Unless he uses a タコス as a deadly weapon, he hasn't got much of a shot. Having you, Michael and Eve here is about the best protection I could want. Anyway, would あなた rather have him where あなた can see him, または where あなた can't?"
Some of the 火災, 火 faded out of his eyes. "Oh. Yeah, okay." He still looked uncomfortable, though. "You do crazy crap, あなた know. And it's contagious."
"I know." She put her hand on his cheek, and got a very small smile in return. "Thanks for wanting to keep me safe. But don't overdo it, okay?"
Shane made a sound of frustration deep in his throat, but he didn't argue.
The キッチン door swung open again. Michael, looking fully awake and very calm, like he was bracing for a fight. "I talked to him," he said. "He's sincere enough. But if あなた don't want him here, Shane -- "
"I damn sure don't," Shane said, then glanced at Claire and continued. "But if she's willing to give it a shot, I will."
Michael blinked, then raised his eyebrows. "Huh," he said. "The universe explodes, hell freezes, and Shane does something reasonable."
Shane silently offered him the finger. Michael grinned and backed out of the キッチン again.
Claire handed Shane the biggest ナイフ they had. "Chop brisket," she said. "Take out your frustrations."
The brisket didn't stand a chance.
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Claire glared at her new iPod -- which was actually really nice -- and put it on ランダム shuffle as she looked at the mess she'd made of her latest laundry effort. And there was the problem: she loved the hot ピンク iPod, which had been a heck of a good bribe, and she really didn't deserve it, because the laundry was ...
... also pink. Which would have been almost fine if it had been a load full of girls' underwear または something.
Not so much with guy clothes. She could not even imagine what kind of screaming that was going to bring.
"Yeah," she sighed, and stared at the very definitely ピンク piles of shirts, socks and underwear. "Not going to be a good afternoon." It was amazing at what one, one stupid red 靴下 could do. She'd already tried running it all back through the washer, hoping the problem would just go away. No such luck.
The basement of the Glass House was big, dark and creepy, which wasn't really such a surprise. Most basements were, and this was Morganville. Morganville went in for dark and creepy the way Las Vegas went in for neon. Apart from the one area Claire was in, with a battered washer and dryer, a 表, テーブル that had once been painted some kind of industrial green, and some shelves filled with unidentifiable junk, the rest of the basement was dim and quiet. Hence, the iPod, which pumped cheery 音楽 through the headphones and made the creepy retreat a little.
Creepy, she could fight.
ピンク underwear ... apparently not.
She had the 音楽 cranked up so high that she failed to hear steps coming down the stairs. In fact, she had no clue she wasn't completely alone until she felt a hand touch her shoulder, and hot breath against her neck.
She reacted like any sensible person living in a town full of vampires. She screamed. The shriek echoed off of the brick and concrete, and Claire whirled, clapped hands over her mouth, and backed away from Eve, who was collapsing in laughter. The Goth look usually didn't go well with hysterical giggles, unless they were evil giggles, but somehow Eve managed to pull it off.
Claire ripped the headphones out of her ears and gasped, "You -- あなた -- "
"Oh, spit it out already," Eve managed to gasp out. "Bitch. I am, I know. That was evil. But oh my God, funny."
"Bitch," Claire said, late and not at all meaning it. "You scared me."
"Kind of the point," Eve said, and got herself under control. Her mascara was a little smeared, but Claire supposed that was all part of the Goth thing anyway. "So what's up, pup?"
"Trouble," Claire sighed. Her ハート, 心 was still pounding from the scare, but she was determined not to let it show. She pointed at the laundry on the table.
Eve's eyes went wide, and her black-painted lips parted in horrified fascination. "That's not trouble, that's fail. Tell me that isn't all the whites. Like, Michael and Shane's too."
"All the whites," Claire said, and held up the guilty red sock. "Yours?"
"Oh damn." Eve snatched it out of Claire's fingers and shook the 靴下 like a floppy rattle. "Bad sock! Bad! あなた are never going anywhere fun ever again!"
"I'm serious. They're going to kill me."
"They'll never get the chance. I'm going to kill you. Do I look like someone who rocks pastel to you?"
Well, that was a definite point. "Sorry," Claire said. "Seriously. I tried washing them again, without the sock, but -- "
Eve shook her head, reached down on the lowest level of the shelf, and pulled out a bottle of bleach, which she thumped down on the 表, テーブル 次 to laundry. "You bleach, I'll supervise, because I'm not taking the chance of getting a drop on this outfit,'k? It's new."
The outfit in 質問 was hot ピンク -- matching Claire's new iPod, actually -- with (of course) black. Horizontal striped tights, a black pleated miniskirt, a blazing magenta 上, ページのトップへ with a skull all blinged out in crystal on it. Eve had done up her dyed black hair in a messy pile on 上, ページのトップへ of her head, with stray bits sticking up in all directions.
She looked creepy/adorable.
As Claire reloaded the laundry, with a shot of bleach, Eve climbed up on the dryer and kicked her feet idly. "So あなた heard the news, right?"
"What news?" Claire asked. "Do I do hot? Is hot good?"
"Hot is good," Eve confirmed. "Michael got another call from that 音楽 producer guy. あなた know, the one from Dallas? The important one, with the daughter at school here? He wants to set Michael up with some club dates in Dallas, and a couple of days at a recording studio. I think he's serious."
Eve was trying to sound excited about it, but Claire could follow the road signs. Sign one (shaped like an exit sign), Michael Glass was Eve's serious, long-time crush/boyfriend. Sign two (danger, curves), Michael Glass was hot, talented, and sweet. Sign three (yellow caution), Michael Glass was a vampire, which made everything a million times もっと見る complicated. Sign four (flashing red), Michael had begun 芝居 もっと見る like a vampire than the boy Eve loved, and they’d already had some pretty spectacular fights about it. So bad, in fact, that Claire wasn’t sure Eve wasn’t thinking about breaking up with him.
All of which led to sign four (STOP).
"You think he'll go?" Claire asked, and concentrated on setting the temperature right on the laundry. The smell of the detergent and bleach was kind of pleasant. Like really sharp flowers, the kind that would cut あなた if あなた tried to pick them. "To Dallas, I mean?"
"I guess." Eve sounded even less enthusiastic. "I mean, it's good for him, right? He can't just hang around playing coffee shops in Jugular, Texas. He needs to -- " Her voice faded out, and she looked down at her lap with a focus Claire thought the スカート really didn't deserve. "He needs to be out there."
"Hey," Claire said, and as the washer began chugging away, washing away the guilty stains, she put her hands on Eve's knees. The kicking stopped, but Eve didn't look up. "Are あなた guys breaking up?"
Eve still didn’t look up. “I cry all the time,” she said. “I hate this. I don’t want to lose him. But it’s like he just keeps getting farther and farther away, あなた know? And I don’t know how he feels. What he feels. If he feels. It’s awful.”
Claire swallowed hard. “I think he still loves you.”
Now she got Eve to look at her – big, vulnerable dark eyes rimmed によって all the black. “Really? Because – I just ...” Eve took in a deep breath and shook her head. “I don’t want to get dumped. It’s going to hurt so bad, and I’m so scared he’ll find somebody else. Somebody, あなた know, better.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” Claire said. “Not ever.”
"Easy for あなた to say. あなた haven't seen how the girls throw themselves at him after a show."
"Yeah, you'd never do that."
Eve looked up sharply, smiled a little, then looked back down. "Yeah, okay, whatever. But it's different when he's my Michael and they're the ones who are all, あなた know -- anyway, he's just always so nice to them."
Claire jumped up on the dryer 次 to her and kicked her feet in rhythm with Eve's. "He has to be nice, right? That's his job, kind of. And we were talking about whether または not あなた guys were breaking up. Are you?”
“I – don’t know. It’s weird right now. It hurts and I want the hurt to be over, one way または another, あなた know?” Eve’s shoulders rose and fell in a shrug that somehow managed to be depressed at the same time. "Besides, now he’s running off to Dallas. They won't let me go, if he does. I'm just, あなた know. Human."
"You've got one of the cool frat pins. Nobody would stop you." The cool frat pins were a gift from Amelie, the town's founder, one of the most frighteningly quiet ヴァンパイア Claire had ever met, and Claire's boss, technically. They worked like the bracelets most people in town wore, the ones that identified individuals または families as being Protected によって a specific vampire, only these were better ... people who wore these pins didn't have to give blood または take orders. They weren't owned.
As far as Claire knew, there were fewer than ten people in all of Morganville who had this kind of status, and it meant freedom -- in theory -- from a lot of the scarier elements of town.
All because they’d gotten in over their heads, had to fight their way out of it, and done some good for Amelie in the process. It was heroism によって accident, in Claire’s opinion, but she definitely wasn’t turning down the pin. または what the pin represeted.
"If they decide Michael can go, I'll still have to file an application for temporary leave," Eve said. "So would you, または Shane, if あなた wanted to go. And they could turn us down. They probably would."
"Why?"
"Because they're mostly asshats? Not to mention bloodsucking vampire asshats, which doesn't exactly make them fair from the beginning?"
Claire could see her point, actually, which was depressing. The air filled with the smells of laundry, which was homey and didn't go too well with depressing. Claire remembered her iPod, which was still blaring away at her headphones, and clicked it off. They sat in silence for a while, and then Eve said, "I wish the dryer was running, because man, I could use a good ... tumble dry."
Claire burst out laughing, and after a second, Eve joined her, and it was all okay.
Even in the dark. Even in the basement.
In the end, the laundry was only a little pink.
###
ディナー was タコス night, and it was Claire's turn for that too, which somehow seemed wrong, but she'd switched with Michael when she'd been staying late at the 大学 library, so she was stuck with Chore Day. Not that she minded making tacos. She liked it, actually.
Shane blew in the door just as she was chopping the last of the onions, which was typical Shane timing; five 分 earlier, and she'd have made him do the chopping. Instead, he arrived just as she was wiping tears away from her stinging eyes. Perfect.
He didn't care that her eyes were red, apparently, because he kicked the キッチン door shut, slammed the deadbolt with a gesture so smooth it looked automatic, set a bag on the counter, and leaned over to キッス her. It was one of those hi-I'm-home kisses, not one of his really good ones, but it still made Claire's ハート, 心 flutter a little bit in her chest. Shane looked ... like Shane, she guessed, which was fine with her. Tall, broad, sun-streaked slacker hair and a heartbreaker's smile. He was wearing a KILLERS t-shirt that smelled like barbecue, from his job.
"Hey!" she protested -- not very sincerely -- and waved the ナイフ she'd been using to chop onions. "I'm armed!"
"Yeah, but you're not very dangerous," he said, and kissed her again, lightly. "You taste like tacos."
"You taste like barbecue."
"And that’s a win-win!" He grinned at her, reached over and rattled the paper bag he'd set on the counter. "How about some brisket tacos?"
"That is so wrong, あなた know. Brisket does not go in tacos."
"Twisted, yet delicious. I say yes."
Claire sighed and dumped the chopped onions into a bowl. "Hand me the brisket." Secretly, she liked brisket tacos, she just liked giving him a hard time more.
"You know,” Claire said, as she got the barbecue out of the bag, “you really ought to talk to Michael.”
"About what?"
"What do あなた think? About what’s going on with him and Eve!"
"Oh hell no. Guys don't talk about that crap."
"You're serious."
"Really."
"What do あなた talk about?"
Shane looked at her like she was insane. "You know. Stuff. We're not girls. We don't talk about our feelings. I mean, not to other guys."
Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, be emotionally stunted losers, I don't care."
“Good. Thanks. I’ll do that – “ The door opened, and Michael shuffled in, rocking the worst bedhead Claire had ever seen him with. “Whoa. Dude, あなた look like crap. あなた getting enough iron in your diet?”
"Screw you, and thanks. I just woke up. What's your excuse?"
"I work for a living, man. Unlike the nightwalking dead."
He went straight past them, and got a sports bottle from the refrigerator, which he stuck in the microwave for fifteen seconds. Claire was grateful the smell of the onions, brisket and タコス meat covered the smell of what was in the bottle. Well, they all knew what it was, but if she pretended really hard, it didn't have to be quite as obvious.
Michael drank from his sports bottle and flashed Shane the finger, then wandered over to look at what they were doing. "Cool, tacos. How long?"
"Depends on whether または not she lets me do the chopping," Shane said. "Five minutes, maybe?"
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Eve yelled, and there was something in her voice that really didn't sound quite right. もっと見る ... desperate than eager, like she wanted to stop them from getting to it first. Claire glanced over at Shane, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Uh oh," he said. "Either she's finally dumping you, Mikey, and her new boy's coming for dinner, または -- "
It was the or, of course. After a short delay, Eve opened the swinging door just wide enough to stick her face inside. She tried for a smile. It almost worked. "Uh -- so I invited someone to ディナー -- "
"Nice time to tell us," Shane said.
"Shut up, you've got enough 食 for the Fifth Armored Division and half the Air Force. We can fill one もっと見る plate." But she was having trouble keeping eye contact, and as Claire watched, Eve bit her lip and looked away completely.
"Crap," Michael said. "I’m not going to like this, am I? Who is it?"
Eve silently opened the door the rest of the way. Behind her, standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans jacket, head down, was her brother Jason Rosser.
Jason looked -- different, Claire thought. For one thing, he usually looked strung out and dirty and violent, and now he looked almost sober, and he was definitely on speaking terms with showers. Still skinny, and she couldn't say much for the baggy clothes he was wearing, but he looked ... better than she’d ever seen him.
And even so, something inside her flinched, hard, at the sight of him. Jason was associated with several of her worst, scariest memories, and even if he hadn't actually hurt her, he hadn't helped her, either. または any of the girls who'd been hurt, または killed. Jason was a bad, bad kid. He’d been an accomplice at least three murders, and to an attack on Claire.
And neither Shane nor Michael had forgotten any of that.
"Get him out of here," Shane said, low and dangerous. "Now."
"It's Michael's house," Eve said, without looking at any of them directly. “Michael?”
"Wait a second, it's our house! I live here too!" Shane shot back. "You don't get to drag his low-life 尻, お尻 in here and act like nothing happened with him!"
"He's my brother! And he's trying, Shane, God, あなた can be such a -- "
"It's okay," Claire said. Her hands were shaking, and she felt cold, but she also saw Jason lift his head and for a 秒 their eyes met. It was like a physical shock, and she wasn't sure what she saw, または what he saw, but neither one of them could hold it for long. "It's just dinner. It's not a big deal."
Shane turned toward her, eyes wide, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Claire, he hurt you. Hell, he hurt me, too! Jason is not some stray mutt あなた can take in and feed, okay? He's psycho. And she knows it better than anybody." He glared at Eve, who frowned but didn't glare back as she normally would have. "You expect us all to just play nice with him now that he figures out the bad guys aren't winning, so he cranks out a quick apology? Because it's not happening. It's just not."
"Yeah, I figured it would go this way. Sorry I bothered you," Jason said. His voice sounded faint and rusty, and he turned and walked away, toward the front door and out of their line of sight. Eve went after him, and she must have tried to stop him, because Claire heard his soft voice say, "No, he's not wrong. I've got no right to be here. I did bad things, sis. This was a mistake."
Of all of them, only Michael hadn't spoken. Hadn't moved, in fact. He was staring at the swinging door as it swayed back and forth, and finally he took a deep breath, set down his sports bottle, and went out into the hallway.
Claire smacked at Shane's arm. "What the hell was that, macho man? あなた have to come to my rescue all the time, even when nobody's trying to hurt me?"
He seemed honestly surprised. "I was just -- "
"I know what あなた were just doing. あなた don't speak for me!"
"I wasn't trying to -- "
"Yes, あなた were. Look, I know Jason’s no saint, but he got himself together, and he stuck with Eve when all of us were -- out of commission, when Bishop was in charge. He protected her."
“And he let his crazy buddy Dean grab あなた and almost kill you, and he didn’t do anything!”
"He did," Claire 発言しました flatly. "He left me to find help. I know because Richard Morrell told me later. Jason went to the cops and tried to tell them. They didn't believe him または they'd have gotten help to me a lot earlier." Earlier would have meant a lot less terror and pain and despair. It wasn't Jason's fault that they'd figured him for crazy.
Shane was thrown, a little, but he came back swinging. "Yeah, well, what about those other girls? He didn't help them, did he? I'm not friending up somebody like that."
"Nobody 発言しました あなた had to," Claire shot back. "Jason’s done his time in jail. Sitting at the same 表, テーブル isn't like swearing eternal brotherhood."
He opened his mouth, closed it, and then said, very tightly, "I just wanted to make sure he didn't have a chance to hurt あなた again."
"Unless he uses a タコス as a deadly weapon, he hasn't got much of a shot. Having you, Michael and Eve here is about the best protection I could want. Anyway, would あなた rather have him where あなた can see him, または where あなた can't?"
Some of the 火災, 火 faded out of his eyes. "Oh. Yeah, okay." He still looked uncomfortable, though. "You do crazy crap, あなた know. And it's contagious."
"I know." She put her hand on his cheek, and got a very small smile in return. "Thanks for wanting to keep me safe. But don't overdo it, okay?"
Shane made a sound of frustration deep in his throat, but he didn't argue.
The キッチン door swung open again. Michael, looking fully awake and very calm, like he was bracing for a fight. "I talked to him," he said. "He's sincere enough. But if あなた don't want him here, Shane -- "
"I damn sure don't," Shane said, then glanced at Claire and continued. "But if she's willing to give it a shot, I will."
Michael blinked, then raised his eyebrows. "Huh," he said. "The universe explodes, hell freezes, and Shane does something reasonable."
Shane silently offered him the finger. Michael grinned and backed out of the キッチン again.
Claire handed Shane the biggest ナイフ they had. "Chop brisket," she said. "Take out your frustrations."
The brisket didn't stand a chance.
... continued in キッス OF DEATH - release 日付 April 2010 (US)!
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