. Tell me if you want me to change anything as usual.~Liz~
Kyle doesn’t sound too impressed when I say that Max is a kind of family. Not that I can balme him…up until a few hours ago, all I knew about my family, or that I supposed I knew anyway, was that they abandoned me… Kyle knows the story as well as me, and given that he’s such a good friend, I can’t say his reaction surprises me. It’s a rhetorical question, I don’t really think he’s expecting an answer, but still, I do want to explain…eventually… I can see he’s going over all this in his head, but the one thing I know is that I can’t say anymore, not yet…
I know that my next response, in the form of a question surprises him though… “The crash? What does this have to do with-“
He breaks off for a moment, sounding completely confused and eve a little crazy… Not in a bad way of course though…he’s only ranting because he cares. Suddenly it’s as though something has clicked in his mind. “-Wait. Is he some kind of UFO groupie too?”
I don’t answer, simply swallow and hope that he will calm down somewhat. I know what he’s thinking…how can I be so willing to believe Max…? He doesn’t even have the information I do, and he’s questioning it… Just in the same way that I want to… I want to be able to shake this off and forget about it to some extent, but somehow, however crazy I might sound, I can’t…
Kyle seems to realise that I’m still waiting for an answer and breaks off from his rant and shrugging at me. “Okay. Geez. I told you, my gand-dad believed it was really real, but my father says there’s never been any proof at all.”
I know his grandfather’s view…and Jim’s… The latter is the one I would always have agreed with in the past, but know I just don’t know what to think… What I do know, is that before I go telling Kyle anymore of what was said, I need to know what HE thinks… I swallow and look over at him. “But what do you think?” I persist, pressing him for an answer.
Shaking his head, I can see that Kyle thinks this is pretty stupid to be talking about. He wants me to explain more about Max, what he doesn’t realise is that that’s what I’m trying to do… Finally, he shrugs though, and begins to give me the answer I need… “I don’t know. I’m not saying aliens couldn’t exist somewhere out there. There’s an awful lot of space in space…”
Most people can be surprised at how sensible and intelligent Kyle can sound. He’s a jock sure, but he’s a lot more than that too, and unlike a lot of the team, he doesn’t tend to get special treatment to keep up a passing grade. Although this isn’t really what I wanted to hear, I nod and listen as he continues on. “…But this particular crash? It seems like it’s all a bunch of hype. Some minor mis-understanding blown completely out of proportion in order to generate excitement and maintained just to attract tourists…” He shrugs.
Up until about an hour ago, I would have said exactly the same thing. I mean we’ve both grown up in Roswell, we know the tricks people use… We know all about the fact that the different tours give about five different supposed locations for the crash. We’ve been to the festival year after year… Until today I had never believed there was any truth in it at all…never…
“Sure, we’ve joked about your powers being alien, or witch-craft or psychic powersm but that doesn’t make any of it real. I mean, real aliens, they wouldn’t look likepeople, would they?”
Honestly, I don’t know what to think…everything logical is telling me that Kyle is right, but those flashes, what I saw…all says that it is real, that what he told me is the truth… I shake my head, obviously this isn’t the time to tell Kyle anyway. Putting a smile on my face I give a little laugh and smile wryly at him. “Yeah, I guess I’m just being silly…sorry…” I appologise softly.
