Roswell Fanatics

*Maria*

"Um, well..." He begins while leading me to the parking lot. Once we reach his car I hop into the passenger seat and wait for him to get in. Michael starts the car and then turns to look at me with this adorably clueless expression. Who knew a player like me could be moved by a look of pure innocence. I just can’t explain it. He intrigues me. Every little thing about him leaves me aching for another tid bit of knowledge on what makes him… well him.

"I hadn't really thought of anything to do," He admits with an endearing grin. How could a girl not fall for a guy who’s that cute when sheepish?. It’s impossible. He’s like bad girl kryptonite. I just want to wrap him up in my arms and hold him to me. Normally I’d want to corrupt a man that pure in spirit ,but with Michael I don’t feel the need to. Tainting him could be fun ,but I’d much rather let his light shine around me. It’s an enticing sight to behold.

"The drive-in's playing some scary movie, or we could just hang out..." I flash him the smile that won me ‘Biggest Flirt’ for our class. “ A scary movie at the Drive-In sounds perfect.” I admonish flirtatiously. “Although I have to warn you I’m a screamer.” I love horror films ,but I’m a scaredy cat to the core. Put me in front of a crowd of two hundred and I’ll crack a joke. Have a middle aged white guy chasing babysitters with a knife and I’m beyond terrified.

“You may have to hold my hand during the worst parts. I’ve got quite the reputation as a lap jumper.” Realizing how bad that must have sounded I attempt to clarify, “I mean in the past during particularly gruesome scenes I’ve found myself curled up in some poor unsuspecting victims lap. I hope that won’t be a problem.” Somehow I don't think that will be an issue.

*Zan*

"Why did he do that?" Liz asks.

Why? That's the question, isn't it. How do I answer that?

I look up in her deep chocolate eyes. She puts her hand on the side of my face and I feel my insides melting while other parts are stirring in other ways.

God, it feels so good to have her here with me. I don't want to lose that. Not ever. Who the hell cares that Max has had a crush on her? I've felt the same but I've always turned away and gone in other directions. I've let him win in his little obsession over her. Well, not any more. I'm not going to let him claim anything here. He had long enough and he never said anything. Never did anything.

And what did I do, really? I gave her a lift home and let it go a bit further. I took her out for dinner and dancing. It was just an innocent first date, but she's wonderful. She's the one I've wanted all along...

"He... Just because I was out all night and Alex told him I was with you. I hope you know I would never hurt you or take advantage or anything. You're too special. I've dreamed about you for such a long time," I explain, hoping I'm not making it sound like something. She's with me. I want her to be with me.

"I don't know why he thinks the worst of me all the time. He totally mis-understood it all. Not that he bothered to ask." I add with a shrug.

Michael

“A scary movie at the Drive-In sounds perfect. Although I have to warn you I’m a screamer," Maria says, instantly agreeing with me, a huge, warm smile plastered on her face.

“You may have to hold my hand during the worst parts. I’ve got quite the reputation as a lap jumper. I mean in the past during particularly gruesome scenes I’ve found myself curled up in some poor unsuspecting victims lap. I hope that won’t be a problem.” she adds, and I smile weakly at her. Well, lap jumper, sure, that won't be a problem. It just may be grounds for a heart attack or stroke.

"Well, you've picked the perfect guy to see this movie with then," I say coolly, grinning. "Scary movies and I get along fine. And it takes a lot to cut circulation off to my hands," I joke, driving us into the theater. Once we get there, we arrive just in time to pay and park the car in the front, before that weird little ditty with the hot dog and soda cup starts.

*Maria*

Michael gives me a sweet smile while responding, "Well, you've picked the perfect guy to see this movie with then," I allow myself to gaze over his quite appealing form. He's more than a little scrumpcious. It's going to take all the self control I currently maintain not to jump in his lap during the movie for reasons I shall not disclose here. Although I think you get the point. "Scary movies and I get along fine. And it takes a lot to cut circulation off to my hands," He teases while driving us to the theater.

We ride in an usually comfortable silence. I've never felt so at ease with anyone before. It's as if this is where I belong. That's a frightening thought. Once we arrive at our destination he pays and parks us in the front row. There are only a couple fo cars here tonight. Must not have been a popular night for the movies. I look up in time to witness the odd little ditty with the hot dog and soda cup on the big screen. "Yay!" I exclaim quite pleased.

"I honestly don't believe you've ever lived if you've never seen a cartoon hot dog dance." I reveal with a childish giggle. I never would have said that on date with anyone else. Most men see me as an object and I tend to play into the fantasy but with Michael it's different. I can be silly and playful. I can be myself. That is probably what I like best about him. He makes me feel good to be me.

"I'm going to run to the concession stand and get an extra large popcorn with extra butter, a large diet coke, M&Ms, and Nachos. Do you want anything?" I inquire with a happy smile.

~Liz~

"He... Just because I was out all night and Alex told him I was with you. I hope you know I would never hurt you or take advantage or anything. You're too special. I've dreamed about you for such a long time," it seemed to take him a while before he explained. I'd begun to worry that he didn't want to tell me anything. Still, as he spoke I couldn't keep from smiling. I know he wouldn't take advantage of me, he would have last night if he was the kind of guy to do that. It just sounds so wonderful hearing him say it.

"I don't know why he thinks the worst of me all the time. He totally mis-understood it all. Not that he bothered to ask." He adds, shrugging and I can't keep from wondering just what had gotten into Max. The fact that he had done this to Zan because of me bothered me.

"I'm sorry, Zan. I didn't think our going out last night would cause friction between you and your brother. That's the last thing I want to do." I tell him, letting my thumb trail over his jawline a moment before dropping my hand away. I knew I was going to have to have a talk with Max, but it wasn't going to be easy. These twins had always had a way of making me feel torn and I hadn't even kissed one of them. Now, suddenly I was being fought over and it made it even worse.

"I just don't understand why he would react that way, just because you were with me last night." With a sigh, I glanced around trying to decide just what I would do. I know what I should do, what the right thing would be to do, just go back to work and end this before anything more can happen, before I cause more problems. It would be for the best if I didn't go out with either of them. But, looking at Zan, I knew I couldn't just walk away.

I leaned over and pressed my lips softly against his before drawing back. "I should get back to work... but... I don't really want to." I admitted, just the feel of his lips against mine caused the memory of the kisses we'd already shared to surface in my mind. "I want you to know Zan, that I've already come to realize you wouldn't take advantage of me. If you were the kind of guy to do that, then you would have already tried."

"Maybe... maybe we should keep from public eye a little. Give Max time to cool off and not have anything more to go off about. I know I'm going to have to have a talk with him. I... I don't want to cause trouble for either of you." I wondered briefly whether Max would show up in the Crash today or if he'd be avoiding it and me after what happened. If he came, how would I handle that? How could I look at him the same? I'd always seen him as the calm and collected one and Zan as the impulsive and reckless one. Then again, that's why I'd been interested in them both. They represented both sides of what I needed my life to be.

Michael

I'm about to complain about the hot dog thing when Maria lets out a loud "Yay!" Oh, so she enjoys this? Well, I'm not going to complain about it. I mean, I'm on a date with the girl I've been wishing to go on a date with for ages. Nothing could ruin this. Not even a cartoon hot dog.

"I honestly don't believe you've ever lived if you've never seen a cartoon hot dog dance." she says with a giggle, before immediately moving on to food. "I'm going to run to the concession stand and get an extra large popcorn with extra butter, a large diet coke, M&Ms, and Nachos. Do you want anything?"

I start fiddling with the radio, losing the battle to get the station the movie is on to come in. Great. "Um, if you want I'll go get it," I say my face level with the tuning dial.

"But if you so feel the need to carry all that stuff on your own, I'll take some reeses pieces. I've had a thing for them since I saw E.T." I joke, finally hearing the song that accompanies the food dance.

There are so few cars here that the radio seems to echo through the open windows. Wow. Who knew that drive-in's weren't the place to be anymore? I personally like them over movie theaters. I hate being in complete darkness with a little kid pushing at the back of your already uncomfortable chair.

*Maria*

Michael begins an on going battle with the radio to find the station that the movie sound comes from. His frustration is quite endearing .All I can think about is leaning over and capturing his lips with mine. Kissing him breathless all thought of movies and sound would be an unneeded nuisance. Still it’s best that we at least attempt to start the movie before I pounce him. Right? "Um, if you want I'll go get it," He replies but his gorgeous face is level with the radio and it seems the effort is a futile one.

That radio is totally kicking his ass. I’d offer to help but men have a thing about machinery. It’s a us vs. them complex and I’d hate to get in the way of that. He must win this particular one of his one. I’m rooting for him. "But if you so feel the need to carry all that stuff on your own, I'll take some Reeses pieces. I've had a thing for them since I saw E.T." He teases and I can’t help but crack a smile. Of course he related to that movie.

I've always pegged Michael as a big Steven Spielburg fan. All his films are about three essential components. Love, Honor, and the will to rise above dire circumstances. I can see why he’d relate. The hot dog song plays through his car speakers and I am unbelievably proud. I knew he could do it. “Coming right up.” I scoot out of the car and make my way over to the concession stand. Some guy named Ernie takes my order and informs me that it should be ready in about five minutes.

I wait patiently and take the free time to admire the upcoming movie posters. Wow, I’m so glad their making a sequel to the scary movie. Ugh, they are not using the same actors as last time. It is fair in all rights to expect the movie to blow now. “Your foods ready.” Ernie informs with a crooked smile. “Thanks.” I grab up all the goodies as best I can and balance them in such a way that has made me a very talented waitress. Once I reach the vehicle I begin distributing the items.

“Here you go.” I toss him his peanut butter and chocolate candies. The movie has begun to start and the opening credits begin to roll .”Okay, remind me to mark Drive In Concession Stand Employee off my list of potential careers.” I state wistfully. “Poor Ernie looked none too pleased to be here.” Taking the opportunity to find out more about him I quickly add, “What is one occupation you would never wanna have?” .

*Zan*

"I'm sorry, Zan. I didn't think our going out last night would cause friction between you and your brother. That's the last thing I want to do." Liz says, although I find it a bit hard to concentrate on her words as her fingers trail over my skin. God, she's so wonderful!

"I just don't understand why he would react that way, just because you were with me last night." she says and then kisses me. I'm glad that she says that. It means that she's not aware of Max's stupid crush. And the kiss, is everything I want. I'm about to pull her in closer to deepen the kiss when she pulls back. She looks a bit embarrassed as she continues, "I should get back to work... but... I don't really want to. I want you to know Zan, that I've already come to realize you wouldn't take advantage of me. If you were the kind of guy to do that, then you would have already tried."

"Maybe... maybe we should keep from public eye a little. Give Max time to cool off and not have anything more to go off about. I know I'm going to have to have a talk with him. I... I don't want to cause trouble for either of you." she says.

"No, don't do that!" I say, a bit too quickly. I don't even want to think about her bringing this up with him. It's bad enough that she knows about it. I don't need her fighting my battles. "He's my brother. I'll talk to him myself when he calms down," I continue a bit more slowly and calmly. I hope Max does calm down, but even if he doesn't, I'm not going to let him off the hook.

"In fact, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about who damaged my face," I say, attempting a rueful smile. I'm not exactly known for fighting, but getting beat by a nerd like Max wouldn't help my reputation at all. "And I'm not going to hide in the shadows. Spending the night with you was the best thing that's happened to me in ages. I wanna be with you all the time."

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ooc: hehe
Isabelle ur Zan not Max

ooc: Thought I would really make it interesting lol

~Liz~

"No, don't do that!" Zan replies quickly and I look at him, "He's my brother. I'll talk to him myself when he calms down," I shake my head as I can’t help but think about how he was so determined.

"In fact, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about who damaged my face," I smile ruefully before I simply reach out to take his hand lightly in mine. "And I'm not going to hide in the shadows. Spending the night with you was the best thing that's happened to me in ages. I wanna be with you all the time."

I sigh as I look at Zan, squeezing his hand gently, “Zan, I won’t tell anyone about what happened to you, but… I… I don’t want anyone being hurt because of me.” I can’t stop myself from admitting, “Before we went out last night, I made plans to hang out with Max tomorrow at a movie. I thought he only asked me because he felt sorry for me… you know, pity Liz, the girl who was somebody but once her mom died, became nobody.”

I start nibbling at my lower lip as I close my eyes, “Since my mothers death, I’ve had so many guys try things, try to change my life in so many ways. They’ve spread rumors around school, guys I dated when I was popular who loved that I helped aid their popularity. Now, I’m just a nobody who in rumors still was easy. If the wrong people heard about you being at my house last night, they’d add it to the gossip mill, Zan.” I open my eyes, unable to hide the fear I felt at having more falsehoods spread around about me.

“I may not have always seemed like I cared about what others thought, but I do care. I can’t fight words. It would be easier if someone was hitting me but words leave worse scars then fists.” I end up adding, looking at him as I sigh softly, “For me… for now… please. We’ll still go out, but for now… I need to have the chance to get used to things… and I have to work out just what Max’s problem is. I won’t tell him or talk to him about what happened, but I need to keep the plans I made with him and see if he’ll talk to me… if he keeps them anyway.”

My other hand lifts to his cheek again, unable to resist, “I’ve already been trying to decide what to cook for us on Tuesday. I don’t want to stop seeing you or this thing with your brother to ruin the chance you and I have to get to know each other more.”