Roswell Fanatics

Thanks again for the feedback. Just to let you know . . . the kiss is coming. Eventually. I'm such a tease, I know! :D I just like to have a strong lead-up to the first kiss. Stay tuned. “Hey. Where were you?” Maria sighed and draped her coat over the couch. Questions, questions, questions. Everyon...

Thanks as always for the feedback! That night, Michael left the Darkstreet crib. He told Max that he needed an inspiration for the next chapter and that he wasn’t receiving that inspiration in the crib. Max laughed a little and bought everything Michael told him. Typical Max. He trusted too easily....

Thanks for the feedback! It was the brightly shining sun that woke Maria up finally. She forced her eyes open and immediately wanted to close them again. She was in a very unfamiliar car in a very unfamiliar place, and she was so confused as to why she didn’t want to go home. She slowly looked over...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “You need sleep, hun.” Maria yawned, knowing that Liz was right. They’d been out all night, and she was beginning to feel like she could hardly stand on her own to feet anymore. “You should go home and rest up,” Liz suggested. “I should,” Maria agreed with a nod. She didn’t bother tell...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "That guy thinks he’s cool,” Maria commented, pointing to a total loser who was trying to bust a move right out in the middle of a dance floor. A crowd was forming around him, but they weren’t cheering him on. They were laughing at him, but he couldn’t seem to tell the difference....

Michael surveyed the cars lined up along the street, quite impressed. He knew that BlackCon territory was a little nicer and all around richer than Darkstreet territory, but he had no idea that he’d be walking along and spot a red Viper . . . with the doors unlocked . . . with the key in the ignitio...

“Whoa.” Max was clearly in shock at who he saw entering the crib. “What the hell happened to you?” “Don’t act like it’s a surprise, Maxwell,” Michael said, practically falling down into a chair. “I knew that somebody would give it to me good someday. I had it comin’.” “Who did this?” Max asked. “I g...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ This had been going on for too long now. It had to stop sometime. These guys couldn’t just keep them in here forever. They couldn’t. Maria had stopped crying now, but she was still holding onto him in the same way that she had been before. Michael had lost all feeling in his left arm b...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Michael had never been a big fan of the police. They had always been on his ass about something, whether it was drugs or fights or drinking, but now, he suddenly found himself on their side. It was funny how the tables could turn so easily and so quickly. He wished they would help him,...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “You fuckin’ idiot!” Michael returned to the Darkstreet crib later that night to a bruised and battered Isabel awaiting his return in their bedroom. She threw a vase at him that just barely missed his head and crashed against the wall instead, shattering into a million tiny pieces once...