Roswell Fanatics

<center> Liz </center>

I smiled at the feelings I was receiving from my husband. As long as I could remember, we both had always been able to get an impression of how the other was feeling at any particular moment. And right now, Max was feeling very protective.

"Maybe that's a good idea, she is a lot like you," I conceded, speaking of his earlier suggestion. Then I turned ot conversation to his feelings. "Max, I know you're her father, and you want to protect her, but eventually she'll grow up. And we know first hand what it feels like to have parents disapprove; it only made us want to be together even more." I smiled and added, "Of course, I loved you and wanted to be with you no matter what."

OOC: Setting up for the party scenes, others will be up later... this is the "Getting Dressed" section for most lol... James will be getting ready and heading out to pick up Lily, with Ty in tow of course... Since Ty had gone with him to help if James had to deal with his dad. Jake, Lia, Talan and Danni can decide to sort of crash the party (which would be something Danni and Lia would suggest) but they wouldn't actually be crashing it, just joining it. Maria will be arriving at home very soon..

Madroswellfan - Do you want Alex to have been home when Sabrina and Erik left for the party? Cause, I'm open with Isabel.



~Sabrina~

After Erik and I got home, I instantly went in to take a shower and throw on my robe to wait for Mags to show up with my outfit. When she did, we spoke for ten minutes before she left and I dressed and fixed my hair. The entire time, I did my breathing exercises and tried not to think about how different from my normal style my outfit was.

Looking in the full size mirror in my room, I smile. This was bold and despite the change, I kind of felt bolder in it. The outfit consisted of a silk corset that had black and purple swirls with glitter throughout, the wings attached despite being held in shape by wire’s actually looked real and had a control box that would attach to the matching skirt which stopped shy of my knees.

Testing the control box, I watched as the random lighting in the wings began to shift and the material itself began to flutter. I can’t help but laugh happily and grabbing the trench coat that I’d cover the outfit with after showing Erik, I walked out to where my brother was waiting in the living room. I’m sure no one else could possibly understand just how much my brother’s approval means to me.

Normally, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in anything this revealing. But, as our band had decided to be named after the Fae, we had to dress the part. The Fae were always known for their beauty, seductiveness and boldness in all the legends we’d found. Especially, the Unseelie court whom we kind of felt we were leaning more towards. The reason for that was in the Seelie courts they judged everything. The Unseelie courts however, would accept anyone and welcome them no matter whether they were deformed or not.

Even still, I didn’t feel like I was Fae as I glanced at myself one last time before stepping over the living room’s threshold and waiting for Erik’s response. I know I was holding my breath, wanting to see his reaction and know his thoughts and hoping that he’d approve.

A part of me also hoped that Tyler would notice me, the wallflower even when all our families gathered. Me, the girl that stayed in the background except on stage, the one that tried to remain unseen anywhere else, that’s who I would always be. Get me on stage and I am more at ease around crowds then I am without a microphone. Maybe, just maybe Mystic Fae would pay off enough to get me noticed as someone other then Erik’s sister or the Twins’ cousin.

“So, umm…. Erik… what do you think?” I finally asked softly in order to let him know that I was there. I’m sure he’s been thinking about Christina and feeling nervous the entire time, but I’m hoping he’s right and I’ll be able to help ease his nerves.

I was also bursting to tell him about the announcement that Mystic Fae planned to make tonight, but Mags had made me swear not to tell anyone including Erik. Of course, that just simply annoyed me, because I had never hidden anything… well, almost never… from Erik. I think about the strange things I’d done at times and I know I should have spoken to Erik, but I felt certain he’d think I was crazy. Yet, there had been times when it seemed as though we’d spoken to each other using telepathy or something like it.

Still, I was certain that I was simply somehow a freak. Siblings had ways of communicating with each other, though most of the time it was twins reported to, but Erik and I were so close, that I didn’t question the mind speak. Other things I’ve done though, those I question.

Max

I look at my wife and smile. "I know, just as I wanted to be with you." I say and feel my smile fade al ittle as my thoughts drift back to my daughter. "I'll try to keep that in mind when I talk to Amy, or when I see Oliver around. Now, I'd like to finish this work so I can get home." I kiss Liz gently. "I shouldn't be too much longer. As soon as I know Josh can handle it or Darlene comes in, I'll be home." I giver her another peck. "And thanks for the food."

~Erik~

After we got home I showered and dressed in jeans and a nice maroon button up shirt. I wanted to look nice for Christina. I knew it would be awhile before Sabrina was ready so I hung out in the living room and waited. I tried not to feel nervous but I couldn't stop the restlessness that I felt. I couldn't believe that I was going to pick up Christina and take her to a party. Ok, so it wasn't a date but still...I was her ride. And maybe I'll get to spend a little alone time with her before people started showing up while Bre and her band got warmed up.

I felt more than heard Sabrina when she stood in the doorway. That was the way if was with us. I always felt her presence when she was near. Sometimes I could even hear her within my head. It was more so when we were younger and would play together, just the two of us, for hours. We never told anyone about those times, nor did we discuss how it could happen. It's just always been there so it's natural for us.

“So, umm…. Erik… what do you think?” She asks softly.

As I turn, I can see the her anticipation. Her outfit, revealing more skin than her normal clothing, hugged her curves. That's when I realized that my sister had grown into a young woman. The color fit her, and the wings, with lights and twittling behind her really looked good.

"Wow...You look great." I smile. "There is no way Tyler could ignore you in that. In fact, if he had half the brain I think he does, you'll be the only girl he sees all night."

(ooc: Is this ok?)

<center> Laura </center>
I ignored my mother's playful words, keeping my hands over my eyes. "Ok, I'm going to forget this ever happened. I'm going to go upstairs, lock the door, get ready for the party, and forget about all of this."

I uncovered my eyes and made a break for the stairs, rushing into my room. I did just what I said I'd do, closing and locking the door before heading to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror for a long time, wondering if something was wrong with me. Everyone had always told me I was pretty, but if that was so, why couldn't I get Tyler's attention? I knew that Sabrina, despite her out-of-style clothes and shy personality, was beautiful. She didn't control a room with her looks like her mother -- whom I often called Aunt Isabel even though we weren't related -- but she wasn't unfortunate.

"And neither am I," I said determinedly into the mirror. "Just because one guy doesn't look at you, doesn't mean you're hideous."

With that in mind, I took a long, hot shower, working away the tension the day had caused. I ran my own words through my mind as I got ready, trying to tell myself to forget about Tyler Guerin.

I walked to my closet, and studied my clothes. Most of them were fashionable but conservative, yet today I really wanted to wear something hot. I looked around for another minute before I found low cut, tighter-than-tight jeans. The were glittery and sexy, just what I was looking for. Next, I picked out a dark blue silk halter top, that stopped just above the top of the pants and showed a small strip of my stomach. Nodding in approval, I quickly put the clothes on, and then went into the bathroom again. I spent about half an hour curling my hair, making it look loose and wavy around my shoulders. Adding some makeup and eye glitter, I stood back and looked in my full length mirror. I liked what I saw.

I stripped out of the clothes again since it wasn't time to leave yet. I didn't need to pick up Amy and the party didn't start for a couple of hours, so I had time to relax, which I wouldn't have been able to do in the tight clothes. Throwing on some comfortable Capri’s and a loose shirt, I walked out of my room, thinking about my best friend. I probably would be ok to pick her up now, since I was feeling a little better about the Tyler situation. However, I had been informed of the events that had transpired after I left, so I knew that she would be horribly disappointed if I showed up on her doorstep rather than Oliver.

I sighed, wanting to talk to someone about these problems. I thought about talking to my mom, and immediately started looking for her. She'd always known just what to say in times of crisis. Hoping she and dad weren't doing anything, I called out, "Mom? Where are you?"

ooc: wasn't sure if you'd want Michael home or out, so that when he came home he'd find Maria there as a surprise, Fehr's Bear.... let me know.. if he's out and comes home, he might have a mighty big surprise in the bedroom lol.

~Maria~


The plane finally touched down and I rented a car to take home. Or I should say, my manager rented one in order to drop me off and head onto where he was going. My luggage was in the trunk and we drove toward Roswell, my heart pounding at the prospect of seeing my husband. I couldn't wait. I had so much time to make up for and wanted nothing more then to spend time with my family. I'd barely kept from calling Liz to tell her I was coming home.

Most times, my best-friend was always the second to know besides of course Michael. When the car pulled into the drive, I climbed out and looked at my manager, "You can get the things out, right?" I said simply before heading into the house. Glad to find it unlocked and hoping that I'd catch Michael home. I knew that things were different now and I might have chosen the wrong night to come home.

Would Michael be working? If he was, would it be the Crashdown or the museum. Maybe I should have called Liz and found out if I'd be able to catch him by surprise at home.

"Maria, everything's inside your door. I'll contact you later about that benefit." I hear my manager say and turn, nodding.

"I'll call you after I've spoken to my husband on that matter." I watched him leave and closed the door, before slowly walking through my house. It had been so long since I'd last been inside the house, that I felt like a stranger and yet very little had changed.

-Christina-

Lily had brought me home after we'd finished at the Crashdown and now I was sitting in front of my mirror, deciding what to wear. I had tried on every article of clothing I owned, but nothing seemed attention grabbing enough, and if it was, it was too skanky.

I did not want to look skanky. If I wanted to hang with Erik, and perhaps get his attention, I wanted it to be in a good way, not a bad way. So, with that in mind, I'd narrowed it down to a few items.

One was that halter top I'd gotten specifically for the party. It was silvery-dark grey and made of a loose flowy material that bunched and hung loose in a way that made it look good. That alone was okay, and I was thinking of either planning to wear it with a really short skirt or some jeans.

The skirt looked like I was trying too hard, so I threw on the jeans desperately. They were low slung, tight in the waste, but they flared out and had silvery fringe that actually matched the shirt. "Perfect," I muttered to myself, throwing my hair into a loose bun and applying my make-up.

Finally, I was ready. I went downstairs, and encountered my brother getting ready as well. "How do I look?" I asked, smiling at him as I twirled around. Me and Ty were always honest with each other; it was part of our relationship.

As I waited to hear his response, I began to think about the party. Erik was coming to pick me up. That was making me nervous enough as it was, so I stopped thinking about it.

Andrew

"She wants us to come home over our break, you up for it?"

Aunt Maria was going back to Roswell, then. Brad had always enjoyed being the son of a musical sensation, but sometimes I wondered if it worked for him, having seen so little of his mother all this while. Not to make a comparison or anything, but I wasn't sure if life would have been the same for me had Mom been around less than she had.

But all the same, Aunt Maria was evidently a good mother and tried very hard to keep it that way. In fact, she treated me and the twins like family as well, whenever she was around. When Brad and I were kids, she and Mom used to put up with our nonsensical games, and that itself was pretty cool of them.

"Can you be ready in ten minutes?" Brad asked as he peered at himself in the mirror. Typical.

"Yeah, I'll be done in five," I said.

Four minutes later, hair combed and cologne sprayed, I stuffed my wallet and keys into my pocket and stood at the door. "All set," I told Brad. "And about going home- I was actually thinking about that just now. I wouldn't mind getting away from campus life for a bit and paying a surprise visit to my parents and the teenyboppers."


Eileen

The closing of the front door gave me a bit of a shock. I blinked and realised that I'd fallen asleep on the couch. Kyle or one of the kids must have just gotten home. I sat up quickly and fixed my hair.

"Honey...I'm home."

I heard my husband's voice and smiled. Sounded like one of those sitcoms on TV.

"In here," I called, standing up and trying to look like I hadn't just napped. It felt kind of silly, especially since work had been pretty uneventful all day and I had no reason to be tired. If I'd cooked, then maybe I'd have had an excuse, but no- we were just going to have to eat out or forage the TV dinners or something.

"Hey good-looking," I said when I saw my husband, looking quite handsome in uniform. It sounded pretty weird, and sometimes I tried to remind myself that I wasn't a teenager anymore. I had to act my age and call my husband something normal, like . . . uh . . . Kyle. But the hell with that. "How was work?"

-Tyler + Christina-

"How do I look?" Christina asked me, smiling and twirling in her outfit.

"Great Chrissie," I said, smiling as I used my special brother-only nickname for her. "You better be able to fit a defibrillator in that purse of yours cause Erik is gonna have a heart attack," I added, smirking as I got up and headed towards my room to change.

"Haha very funny," she said, throwing herself onto the couch to wait for Erik.

"Don't leave until you see my outfit," I called, closing the door. I pulled on a dark green shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Then I stuck a little bit of gel in my hair and mussed it up. "Okay, now how do I look?" I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She turned and looked at my outfit, and I took a little bow. "Sexy," she commented, grinning. "Geez, girls will be falling all over you." She got that blank look on her face for a moment after, which usually meant she was spacing out, and then smiled softly. "You go get 'em, tiger."

I knew she was nervous, so I plopped down silently next to her on the couch and relaxed, waiting for James to show up.

(ooc: It's sooooo short, I'm sorry!)

<center> Liz </center>

"No problem, honey, see you later," I said, giving him an affectionate kiss. He tried to make it longer, but I pulled away. "You have to work, and I need to get back to the Crashdown." I smiled and gave his lips another nip, and then walked out of the glass doors. Still smiling at the feel of the sun on my face, I went back into my restaurant.

"Liz, we're running out of ketchup!" A waitress immediately yelled as I walked into the cafe.

"Try the back shelf behind the napkins," I replied smoothly, sinking once more into my role as manager.