So, this is my first fanfiction! *Squeee!*

Anyway, Clane fans may want to stay away! You probably won't like how he is in this. As the name suggests, this is the Clyrnin partayyy! I mean, everybody is welcome, just beware :)

I apologise in advance for any mistakes in spelling or grammar.

I would appreciate any kind of reviews, constructive criticism would be okay (know I probably need it a lot!). Please try it!

So, here we go…

Claire's POV

I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it!

He wouldn't do that to me. Yet here he was, in his room, with Monica. As in Morrell. As in queen bitch. She smiled at me, and Shane… Shane was looking at Monica. It wouldn't have hurt so much if it wasn't for his eyes. His eyes showed longing. Well, if he wanted Monica he could have her. Not like he had another girlfriend or anything. Well, not anymore.

I ran down the hall into my own room. I'd only gone in his because I couldn't see any of the Glass House gang. Then I had heard soft giggling as I went upstairs. At first I assumed that it was Michael and Eve, but no, they was at Common Grounds for Michael's gig. It was only small, but obviously Eve wanted to support him. I had followed the sound to Shane's room, so, like any girlfriend, I burst in to find him and Monica.

When I had slammed my door I finally broke down sobbing. This couldn't be real, no, it wasn't real. Not real.

There was a knock at my door.

'Go away, Shane! I don't want to talk to you.' I managed to just about make my voice seem normal. Just because I didn't want him to see how much this really upset me, although it was probably pretty obvious.

'Claire… let me-' he called from the other side of the door.

'What? Explain?! What is there to explain, Shane?' Damn. My voice cracked on the last few words.

'You've got to believe me! I never meant for it to happen, I swear!'

'Yeah, right! You just collapsed onto the bed when you happened to have no clothes handy! Shane, don't you get it? I can't trust you anymore! I loved you! I thought – I thought… I thought maybe we would have a future together! But now, now that's not gonna happen!'

I broke into more sobs, but I somehow spoke – well, more screamed really – to him once more, 'Just go play with Monica! Or maybe you'll move onto Gina now. Wait, you like blondes, don't you? How about I set you and Jennifer up?'

I heard him go. And then more giggling. Well that was quick!

I sent Eve a text

U and Mike going to be home soon? X

She replied almost straight away

Sure CB, Michael just finishing up.

Be home soon. X

I sighed and flopped on my bed. It seemed like forever until I heard Eve shout the standard welcome, 'We're home! Put ya pants on!'

Oh. Eve didn't have to worry about that! Monica had gone home a while ago.

She knocked on my door, 'CB? Can I come in?'

'Sure,' I croaked out.

She popped her head round the door, and when she looked at my tear-streaked face she ran over to give me a comforting hug.

'CB! What's up? If it's Myrnin, I swear I'll stake his undead ass!'

It took a minute, but then I remembered before coming home I'd been at the lab.

'No! No, not at all!' I said hurriedly.

She gave me a funny look when I defended Myrnin, as if not quite sure what to think. 'Well, what is it?' She was puzzled.

'It's… It… It's Sh-Sh-Shane!' A new flood of tears started to drip down my face, and onto my lap when they rolled off my chin.

Eve's POV

Claire looked terrible. As if she could never be happy again. I rushed over and pulled her into a hug.

'CB! What's up? If it's Myrnin, I swear I'll stake his undead ass!' I was just about ready to jump up and get the keys to my hearse and one of my signature silver-tipped stakes when Claire answered

'No! No, not at all!'

I was now confused. Claire jumped in to defend Myrnin as though she couldn't bear anybody thinking Myrnin could leave her in such a state. Had she cheated on Shane? No, that was a terrible thing to think! We all knew Myrnin loved Claire, apart from Claire herself, but Claire would never return those feelings whilst she had Shane! Sure, she liked him, but in the same way she liked me and Michael. I thought of Shane breaking her heart (as this was definitely heartbreak, I could tell by the was she looked. I had looked like that once, too.) but he loved her too much, surely!

Finally I couldn't stand it! 'Well, what is it?'

'It's… It… It's Sh-Sh-Shane!'

I felt my eyes widening. Shane? What had he done? Claire would have texted 911 if he was in trouble. And hell, Shane probably would have, too. The only other option was that he cheated. But how could he? No, it would be something else. Wouldn't it?

She continued with a shaky breath, 'I f-found him in his room. With no other than Queen-Bitch Morrell.'

Okay, now I was pissed.

'What?!' I screamed, 'I'll be back in a minute CB. I will just go and… find him.'

'Wait – Eve!' she pleaded, 'Leave him.'

'CB, don't you think we all need to have a little talk?' I struggled to find a word, so I settled with 'talk'. Although, maybe I should have gone with the more likely 'scream'.

'I – I suppose so,' she reluctantly agreed.

'Right then. Shall we go downstairs?'

She nodded glumly.

Shane's POV

I heard them coming downstairs: Eve with her clompy boots, and Claire padding lightly behind her.

I don't know why I did it, I suppose Monica was just so beautiful. She was dangerous, and I liked that. Claire was fun, and at one point I loved her, but truthfully, I wanted somebody with more of a wild side. Monica and I first kissed at a rave we both went to, and hell it was good! Then, we danced like there was no tomorrow. Until the cops came, of course. After that, I went to see her at least once a week. Sometimes after work, sometimes when there was nothing to do after the Glass House. When nobody was at the Glass House, I called her. I mean, Claire would be at the lab, doing whatever with Myrnin. Why should I feel guilty? It was her who was the fang-banger. Basically, me and Monica fell in love. I don't really know how long this had been going on – a few months, maybe? I felt over the moon. Everyone knew I was a player who never settled down, and Monica went out with a different guy each day of the week. The fact is, once we were together (sort of, nobody knew), we were with each other and that was it. Apart from Claire. I never saw the right time to call it off, but I knew I had to soon. Until today, when she saw us in bed. She didn't really appreciate that. And neither did Eve by the sounds of it.

'Shane, Michael, I think we all need to have a talk.' She was trying to speak calmly, but her voice was laced with venom.

Michael looked confused, but he stood by Eve, and looked expectantly at her.

'So Shane,' Eve spoke again, 'How long has this been going on?'

Before I could answer, Michael saved my ass, well, sort of. He gave me more time anyway. 'Erm, sorry. I think I'm a bit behind. How long has what been going on?'

This time it was Claire who replied, 'Oh, just him sneaking around behind my back, with Monica. Don't worry Michael, I only found out today when I saw them in bed.'

She said it in a care-free tone, as if I had forgotten it was my turn to do the dishes, but I could tell she was hurt. Like, really hurt. I felt a bit bad, but the way she talked about Monica cancelled that out.

'Don't talk about her like that, Fangbanger.'

She took a sharp intake of breath, and Eve followed suit.

Then, Claire stormed out. Not out as in the room, out as in the house. At night. Eve's eyes widened as the door slammed.

She'd gone. At night. And I knew where to.

Okay, so, please review! Know it isn't the best, but I hope you liked the general idea! Like I say, tips/constructive critiscism welcomed! So, bit more Myrnin next chapter, if I get reviews :)

Wish you well

-EA x