Lord of Misrule

Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back. "Dude, it's a house," Shane said from behind her. "Hug somebody who cares.

Better be," Eve said. She mock-bit at his finger. "I could totally date somebody else, you know." "And I could rent out your room." "And I could put your game console on eBay." "Hey," Shane protested. "Now you're just being mean.

No, not you two. Stay here.' 'Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.' 'You really want to go first?' 'Of course no. But I'd like the chance to refuse to go first.

What about Myrnin?' Eve swallowed, almost choked, and Michael patted her kindly on the back. She beamed at him. 'Myrnin? Oh yeah. He did a Batman and took off into the night. What is with that guy, Claire? If he was a superhero, he'd be Bipolar Man.

Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?' 'Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

That's it? That's your big goodbye?" Eve asked. Claire looked at Eve mystified. "I think I need guy CliffNotes." "Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffNotes." "What were you waiting for, flowery poetry?" Shane snorted. "I hugged. I'm done.

The door banged open, and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. 'It's not what you think,' she said. 'It was just—oh, okay, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now, what?

In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.

I'll do it!" "No, you won't," Shane and Michael said, at virtually the same time. Shane continued. "You're barely on your feet, Claire. You don't go anywhere, not without me." "And me," Michael said. "Hell," Eve sighed. "I guess that means I have to go, too. Which I may not ever forgive you for, even if I don't die horribly.

Faster!" Shane yelled. Eve hit the gas hard, and whipped around a slower-moving van. The firing ceased, at least for now. "You see why I didn't want you to stop?" "Okay, your father is officially off my Christmas list!" Eve yelled. "Oh my God, look at my car!

Did he just say--?" "Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did." "Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.

Silence, and then Eve said, "Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

Rambo was a Green Beret," Hannah said. "Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.

Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

She was poison in a pretty bottle.

Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire" said Shane.

The world doesn't end, Claire. In the morning, the survivors start to build again. It's way of things. The human way.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.

In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me".."i love you, Claire".."I can't believe i'm saying this, but i do. I love you" -Shane Collins

And without forgiveness, there is never any peace.

When I want to know your opinion, I'll consult your entrails.

You okay?” Eve asked her. Claire nodded, still gasping. “Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It’ll be bigger than Pilates.

You stole my paranoia," she said. "I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?

I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me.