Second chapter's here! I hope you like it :)

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It was a couple of seconds before either of them said anything. "Hey," Michael said. "What were you doing in there?" he asked, jerking his head at Claire's door.

"I-had to talk to her," he said, looking down and straightening up. Shane walked down the hall and into his bedroom, Michael following him. Michael crossed his arms and stood in the middle of the room, near the end of Shane's bed.

"Oh, yeah I bet," Michael said, looking smugly at Shane's face.

"What?" Shane asked as he sat down on the bed.

"Dude, I don't know if you know this, but you're really flushed, and your voice is shaky." Michael was trying to keep from smiling now. He examined Shane's face for another second then said, "You kissed her, didn't you?"

He didn't say it like he was mad or would be mad. It sounded like he had been expecting something like that to happen. Michael wasn't even trying to conceal his smile now.

"Yeah," Shane admitted, "I kissed her."

"About time, man," he said.

This confused Shane. A lot. "Wha-" he started but was interrupted by Eve.

"Michael, where are you?" her voice carried from down the hall, near Michael's room.

"In here," he called.

A second later, Eve opened the door, poking her head through. "Hey what are you guys doing in here?" Then she saw Shane's red face, and she gave a shout of laughter. "Dude, who embarrassed you? I haven't seen you that flushed since twelfth grade," she said, opening the door farther and taking a step inside the room.

"Shane just kissed Claire," Michael answered, which earned a glare from Shane.

Eve looked surprised for a second then looked at Shane, smiling. "It's about time," she said, echoing Michael's earlier comment. "Was it really that good?" Eve was still studying Shane's face, as was Michael.

"Okay what are you guys talking about? What do you mean 'It's about time'?" Shane asked, shaking his head, and in a state of complete confusion.

They exchanged a glance, and then Michael said, "Well we've kind of seen something in your eyes when you looked at her ever since that night Miranda was here and you stormed away."

"No," Eve disagreed, shaking her head. "I saw it a bit earlier than that, but it was more obvious after that night."

"When did you start seeing it?" Michael asked her.

"Hmm I think it was the night Claire came back from the hospital and Shane made the deal with Brandon. It was there, only every so often and not very noticeable." Since Eve was a girl, it was obvious that she would notice something like that. But Michael? Shane looked at him, disbelief and confusion written all over his face.

"Michael sees more than you give him credit for," she answered, not needing him to voice the question. "Sometimes," she added.

Then it was Michael's turn to be confused. He looked at her, but Eve was staring resolutely at the window, trying to hide a smile that could give herself away.

Shane rolled his eyes. "So," Eve started a second later, looking at Shane. "Was it good?" Now she was smiling.

Shane didn't want to answer that question. He felt like it was something that only him and Claire should know about. He gave Eve an annoyed look, and opened his mouth to tell her off, but Michael said, "Eve, what's the point of asking him? You can see it in his eyes and his face is flushed to the color of a beet."

"Hey, can you guys leave and go talk somewhere else?" Shane asked but neither seemed to hear him.

"Yeah but I wanna hear him say it," she said with a mischievous smile. "Now Shane," she said, looking at him like she was about to speak to a child. "Answer my question and then we'll leave you alone for tonight. Was your kiss with Claire good? Yes or no will suffice."

Shane gave her a very annoyed look, but Eve kept her expectant face steady. He looked at Michael, but he also looked just as expectant. "Yes," he answered, knowing that Eve would be leaving soon.

"Ha!" she said, looking at Michael, "You owe me five bucks!"

"What?!" Shane said, annoyed. "You bet on whether or not it would be good?"

Again, Eve and Michael ignored him. Michael smiled mischievously at Eve and said, "Actually, seeing as he kissed her tonight, you owe me five bucks."

"Damn," she said, looking crestfallen.

Shane shook his head and just said, "Okay, I don't care, just leave." He got up off his bed and pushed Eve out into the hall. Eve only looked a little annoyed before starting to walk down the hall.

"Coming Michael?" she called, almost to her room.

"I'll be there in a minute," he answered. He was still standing in Shane's room, looking slightly amused. He turned to Shane, who was still standing by the door, straightened his face, then said, "Look I know that you probably think that you won't let it happen again, but you have to promise me that even if it does, you won't let it go too far. We can't have a lawsuit on our hands because you know her dad will freak out if you try anything."

Michael was being totally serious, so Shane didn't even want to make a joke. He nodded and said, "I know, man. I promise. I won't try anything."

Michael nodded, and then walked out of the room. "Okay," he said, "I believe you. And I trust you." Then he turned to walk down the hall, and Shane closed his door.

Finally, I'm alone, he thought, relishing in the peace and quiet. But as he turned around to start walking to his bed, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be. He wondered what would have happened if he had stayed with Claire. And then he snapped back to reality. He can't live in a fantasy, he had to focus on the here and now.

He walked back to his bed and laid down on it. He lay there for a minute, not daring to let himself think about Claire and the few minutes they had shared together so recently. But after a minute of trying not to, finally he let his thoughts go to where he didn't want them to.

Their kiss had been…different. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Now that he was able to sit there and feel things that he had to hide in front of Michael, he felt like he was full of light, and it was leaking out of his fingertips and all of his nerve endings. He was humming with the energy of it.

He got up, turned off his light, and crawled back into bed where he fell asleep full of light.


That's it :) This one was more fun to write than the first one because Eve is so weird. I'm pretty sure this is it for this fic, but if you have ideas for adding more, I might add it. Please please please vote on the poll on my profile, I'll keep it up until I feel like I have enough votes (P.S. The poll I am speaking of can only be answered by people who have read Carpe Corpus.) Oh yeah and please read my other fanfic if you have read CC, also.