Roswell Fanatics

Thats fine by me! ~*^*~Alex~*^*~ I get the feeling my nickname from Kyle from now on is going to be lady. I get that alot so I don't really mind. Then Max and I pick our room and get changed into our trunks. I can't wait till I see Isabelle in hers. "So Any Girls that strick your fancy yet?&quo...

Well Me bet the guys too it :-) ~*^*~Alex~*^*~ Once finally get to the house I'm so amazed I can bearly speak. Suddenly I notice people looking at Tess and Myself. I decide to break the ice. "Sorry we're late people, we where a little side tracked...." I say. Tess gives me the evil eyes a...

Okay I figure Tess and Alex should be getting at the parlour soon so I'll continue again. ~*^*~Continued from Alex's post again :-)~*^*~ As we pull up to the house my eyes have grow big. I look over to Tess and notice that hers have aswell. "Oh My Lord" Tess states and this is my turn to g...

~*^*Continued From Alex's Post~*^*~ "Do you have the directions to the house? Coz I sure as hell don't" I ask Tess. Man I hope she has them because I certanly don't. She shakes her head blankly at me. "What Directions?" Crap. We don't need this. We defently don't need this. "...

~*^*~Alex~*^*~ "It's Alex" I say not liking the formal tone. I give her the look over. Blonde curly hair.... tall... skinny.... looks a little like my old girlfriend Valandra.... man she was good.... in more ways than one. "Ahhh right... so... what're supposed to do now?" She ask...

~*^*~Alex~*^*~ I look up as the blonde haired woman yells out my name. Yeah thats defently her. I mean if she's the one yelling out my name it has to be her right? I pick up my bags and go over her. "I take it your Tess Harding? I would normally shake your hand but as you can see my hand's are ...

~*^*~Alex~*^*~ Why are females almost always late? They say this about guys but it defently has to be girls that are almost always late. I've been waiting here for a Tessa Harding. Why do I sound like I don't know her I hear you ask? This is because I don't know her. I can't even remember what she l...