Hehehehe I made this cuz I thought it would be cute and I wanted a change from Musical Morganville. Plus I like tacos. And there's a kitty in my lap...just thought y'all should know.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in the fic.

"Shane, come help me," I called up the stairs.

"Help you do what?" I heard him call down suspiciously.

"Make tacos," I responded. I heard a groan and a thump as he rolled off his bed as he came to help me. I smiled and went into the kitchen where the meat was beginning to cook.

A few seconds later, Shane joined me, looking tired and wrinkled. "Hey, sleepy," I teased. "What, are you falling asleep before supper now?"

"Maybe," he said mischievously and then yawned widely.

I sniggered at that and then pointed to the lettuce, saying, "You can chop the lettuce. I'll work on the tomatoes."

"Okay," he said, nodding. After a few minutes of silent chopping, Shane asked, "hey, how come you always get to cut the tomatoes? Why am I always stuck with the lettuce?"

"Shane, this is the first time you've helped me make tacos," I pointed out. "Plus, you would cut them all wrong anyway."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna bet on it?" he asked my incredulously.

I shrugged, "Be my guest, we'll see who's right." I stepped aside so he could have room to cut the tomatoes.

"Thank, you," he said politely before taking the small knife and grabbing a new tomato.

I watched him start. At first, he was doing good, but after about a minute I found something wrong. I shook my head, smiling. Shane saw this out of the corner of his eye and looked up at me. "What?"

"You're cutting them too small. With they way you're cutting them, we'll be having tomato juice on our tacos."

He narrowed his eyes, "Really? Or are you just saying that to be funny?"

I pretended to look thoughtfully innocent. "Hmm maybe a bit of both, actually."

He then narrowed his eyes again and stealthily grabbed a few tomato chunks and threw them at me, hitting me on the shoulder. I looked at it, pretending to be angry, looked at him and said, "Oh you should not have done that." And then I threw a few pieces of lettuce at him.

"Oh you better bring it, Claire, because there is no way you will win this." Then we were both throwing food at each other. He threw tomatoes, I threw lettuce. Eventually when our supply of vegetables ran out, we both dived for the meat pan and the bowl with cheese in it and started chucking taco meat or cheese gratings at each other.

We both laughed and sometimes I shrieked when Shane threw a missile at me, which made both of us laugh even harder. By the time our supply of cheese and meat ran out, my cheeks were hurting and tears of laughter were ready to start coming out. When we both realized that our supplies were gone, Shane, in a desperate act to win the war, took a step forward and kissed me right on the lips.

"You're still not gonna win," I told him as I pulled away.

"Oh? Well I think differently," he said. And then he proceeded to tickle me. I almost fell over from my high of laughing so much and being tickled to death, but somehow I stayed standing. And I refused to say that I gave in.

"Whoa whoa whoa," came a voice from the door. "What are you guys doing?"

We both looked up to see Eve standing there, looking shocked to have her kitchen almost in ruins. "Taco fight," I managed to say with tears of laughter in my eyes.

She nodded, "Yeah, I can see that." She took in the whole kitchen, from the empty meat pan to me and Shane, completely covered in meat, lettuce, cheese, and tomatoes. "Now that you two have become the human tacos, what are we supposed to eat for dinner?"

"Pizza?" Shane suggested.

Eve scoffed. "Pizza, yeah sure. Now you two go get cleaned up while I try and fix my kitchen," she said, shooing us out of the room.

We both ran up the stairs, trying to beat the other to the bathroom. Unfortunately, Shane won. "Hey," he said as I turned to walk to my bedroom. "Wanna take a shower with me?" He was totally serious, and it was tempting, but I resisted.

I shook my head, and smiled, saying, "Shane, just go take your shower. But be quick. I have tomato in my hair." And I walked to my bedroom, leaving him to take his shower.

Sooo? Like? Dislike? Things I could have done differently? Whatever it is, leave a comment please. Oh yeah this is probably my celebration of 100 Morganville Vampires fanfics!! Good job to everyone who contributed.