Roswell Fanatics

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Maria almost drowned. I wonder if she will know how close this first night here almost became a disaster. If Michael had not been there, what would have happened to her? Would anyone have found her before it was . . . too late?

“Stop being morbid, Liz,” I told myself as I shook my head, bringing my thoughts back to the task at hand as well as trying to push sleep from stealing my consciousness. “I don’t have time to be morbid if I want to clean up this mess along with Michael’s and Maria’s water trail before I fall asleep.

I take off the soaked towel and place a new dry towel in its place. My thoughts went back to Maria’s near death experience. Does she realize what happened even in her inebriated state? If she does, would she wish to be alone?

A yawn escapes me, and I try my best to still the feelings of sleep beginning to overtake me. She’s not alone. She has both Max and Michael to keep her company, should she need it. I continue to push myself to stay awake as the time passes, slowly at first, but with increasing speed as I slip into and out of micro sleep once and again.

I turned my head to look over at the watch still wrapped over my left wrist. An hour had passed since Max, Michael, and Maria had went to bed. Deciding that it would be better to move on to the easier task of cleaning up the water trail left by Michael and Maria and then return to dry the rest of the mess I created by dousing Michael.

I was pleasantly surprised that there was not a great deal of water to soak up through the house, following them through their route in the house. As I soak up the water outside Maria’s room I hear her speaking to someone, her words sleepy. At first I did not know to whom she was speaking with, but then a voice I was not sure I would ever forget filled the air, slightly muffled through the door, but recognizable in its timbre nonetheless.

I smile softly. Maria would not be alone, and she had found company with the person who had held her interest since she first set eyes on him. I was happy for her, but somewhere within me I felt something to the contrary. I felt a slight sadness knowing that now, without a doubt, Max was so very unattainable.

Quietly, I made my way back down to finish cleaning up the water from the overturned pitcher from hours ago, hoping that I would stay awake and conscious long enough to make my way back upstairs to the bed calling to me as if I was Ulysses and it sang the song of the sirens. This is one thing I would fail at.

It is funny. One would not believe that a carpeted floor would feel so welcoming that sleep in a much more comforting bed a mere minute away would be absurd because walking was insane and standing was verging on psychotic.

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Isabel

I change into my pjs and sit down on my bed. Its not as nice as my bed back home but then again everything will always play second to my home and my stuff.

The faster I get to sleep the faster morning will come and then I can count the hours until I get to see Jake. Nobody as ever as this affect on me before. I guess there's a first for everything.

I grab my walkman knowing that music would help me sleep and remind me of home. I don't know if I am going to be able to get through this. I already miss everything back home and everyone.

Maybe Daddy was right when he said I should of stayed at home. But god damn it I am not going to let him win. Daddy always has to be right but this time I going to prove him wrong. I am going to show him.

I climb into my bed, pulling the covers over my body. Its kinda icky knowing that Alex has slept here. I been god I don't know what I can catch but I am too tired to do anything about it.

I wonder what Liz's problem is! She is so weird! I hope she isn't going to try and kill me or anything. Maybe I should ask if I can change rooms with someone.

There's a chance she might bore me to death with all her long and pointless words and blah, blah, blah.

I roll on my stomach, must go to sleep

And was Maria's problem? Jumping into the pool? She was lucky Michael was there! I gotta admit that Michael is kinda hot when he's all wet and not talking. Yep he's a real dream boat until he opens his mouth. But Maria could she be anymore stupid. Jumping into the deep end of the pool while wearing all her clothes! Although by the looks of the dress I would say it was a good thing. That dress was just plain yuck!

I hum along with the music blasting into my ears.

I think I am the only normal one here. At least tomorrow I get to hang with a normal guy, who isn't a complete freak.

MMMM tomorrow.......all sweet dreams belong to tomorrow!!!

*MAX*

I sit in the darkened room with Maria for twenty or thirty minutes, quietly talking to her as she falls asleep. I nearly fall asleep in her chair, myself. It’s getting quite late and I'm so tired. Or maybe it's getting to be early. Soon, Maria’s sleepy voice fades, and I sit just a little longer, to be sure she’s asleep. As I wait, I find my thoughts returning to the events of the day, and everyone I’ve met here.

Alex seems nice enough, although I hope we don’t have too many repeats of the drinking. Liz was so great helping out there. Michael seemed like an insensitive jerk at first, but he cared enough to get Alex home, and then he actually saved Maria’s life. There might be more to him than meets the eye. Hmm. That’s what Liz, said, actually. I haven’t really talked to Kyle much, but Liz seems to like him.

Maria seems so sweet, as I’m talking to her now. It’s nice to spend some time with her, although I know she’s not exactly herself at the moment and probably won’t remember this in the morning anyway. I’m so glad she’s okay. She is nice, and she has such a beautiful singing voice. She sounded so great with Liz’s magnificent piano playing. I wonder where Tess is. I hope she gets back soon. Tess was such a great dancer. I spent most of the night dancing with her, and I had a great time. Liz was a great dancer, too, although I had less than two dances with her.

Liz.

Why do my thoughts keep coming back to her? It was really nice to spend some time with her tonight before Alex interrupted. She’s been so great. With everything. She’s such a great dancer. And a skilled pianist. Amazing. I know Alex likes her, and Kyle. And she likes them. But I really hope that she and I can become good friends, too.

Maria’s been quiet for a while now. I pull myself out of her chair and head back to my room. The light from the doorway catches the yellow rose that Liz gave Alex earlier in the day. He’d put it in a water tumbler and set it on his dresser.

I check on Alex, and he’s sleeping soundly. I change into my pj bottoms and climb into bed. As I reach to turn out the bedside light, I spy Alex’s rose again, and think that somebody should show Liz how great she is, too.

I’m closing my eyes, when I suddenly decide just what I want to do for her. I get up, pull out my laptop and start it up. In a few minutes, I’ve found several sites with explanations for rose color meanings and I find just the one for Liz.

I think about selecting something for the other girls, too. Maybe yellow for Isabel, and orange or peach for Maria and Tess. But that might diminish the specialness for Liz. Besides, she was the one who seemed to understand the whole rose thing. Or do all girls understand that?

The house is quiet and dark. Everyone seems to be asleep. I take my pocketknife and go out into the garden. In a short time, I find the perfect rose. It’s light pink for grace and admiration. Her grace at dancing, my admiration for her piano-playing. The pastel shade adds friendship to the message, and it’s a rosebud for beauty, and because it's a single rose, it also means "you are unique." I don't know what kind of rose it is. A tea-rose would mean "I'll remember you," which would be fine. A sweetheart rose would probably not be appropriate, although I kinda wish it were. So very many messages in just one flower!

I find a vase and put the loquacious bloom on the piano in the parlor. In that position, I hardly need to say whom it’s for, but I find a square of paper and put Liz’s name on it. For a moment, I debate over whether I should sign it. Maybe I should let her think it’s from Alex or Kyle, but I don't want to be deceitful. At last, I add my initials at the bottom of the note. Then, finally, I head up to bed.

I guess I will. LOL!

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I felt the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin even before I opened my eyes. I did not have to open my eyes to remember where I was. My first night in the house, and I was too tired to make my way back up to my room, and the comfortable bed waiting up there, still not slept in, and perfectly made.

I think part of the appeal of the floor might just be the kid in me enjoying the carpet. We have never had carpet at home. It has always been hardwood floors, so this is such a treat. I rub the sleep from my eyes as I stretch and get up. At least I was able to get the carpet dry before I passed out. The floor to ceiling window at the side of the room caught my attention and I was enthralled with the look of the morning. I made my way back to the backyard. The sky way an unmatched cerulean, and the humidity was not overbearing in the early morning light.

The pool looked amazing, and I suddenly felt like it was a perfect time to swim as many laps as my body could sustain. It might get my mind off of the entire Max situation. I don’t know what I am going to do about it. How could the entire thing confuse me so much!

I rushed back into the house without making a noise. I did not wish to wake anyone up this early in the morning. I slowly opened the door to my room and crept into it. Making sure that Isabel was still soundly asleep, I pulled out one of the other swim suits that were packed for me and padded to the bathroom.

I changed, made sure Isabel’s breathing was still even with sleep, and rushed back out to the pool. This swim was going to be amazing! It would clear my thoughts, and I would expel any excess nervous energy I have.

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*MAX*

My alarm clock goes off and I stretch without getting out of bed. I'm still a little tired from getting to sleep so late, but I'm sure I can manage. There's a pitiful moan from the next bed, and a low complaint, "... too loud..."

"Sorry, Alex," I say. I check the alarm clock to be sure it's off, and not just on snooze. I'm sure Alex won't appreciate another ring in eight or nine minutes. He's sure to have a wonderful hangover this morning.

"Loud!" he repeats, and I realize he's talking about my voice now. I guess apologizing won't help.

I shrug and get out of bed. I'm re-thinking my decision to give a rose just to Liz. The house still seems quiet. If nobody else is up, maybe I can still sneak out and get an appropriate color for each of the other three girls.

I move to the window and look out. There's a splash, and I see that Liz is taking an early morning swim. Hmm. Guess I'm not going to be able to collect more roses this morning after all.

~*^*~Alex~*^*~

Okay I'm taking up a vow never EVER to drink again. Man my head hurts. I wish I knew how I got home last night. Oh crap... I lean over to a bucket which is beside my bed and throw up. God this sucks. Hang overs defently suck. This vow is defently good, no more drinking for Alex. No seriee. Max's alarm clock goes of and pittifully I moan out. "Too loud..." Max replies I'm not too sure what he said the pounding in my head grows bigger. "loud" I repeat again. Yeah it was so brainy of me to do this last night. I know it was the first night. Suddenly I sit up, so sudden it made me dizzy so I lie back down again. I hope I didn't say anything to Max last night about Liz. Or even worse than that say or do anything to Isabelle. Oh my life is over. So totally over. I moan and pretend to go to sleep.

I guess I'll post next

~*~*~Maria~*~*~

I roll over my head is spinning... I hate drinking.... I don't usually have this bad of a hang over but I guess theres a first time for everything right? I can't remember half of the stuff that happened last night... I remember the club, I remember coming home and then I don't remember anything... I remember changing... and I remember someone was talking to me before I fell asleep... But its so blurry I feel like i've been hit over the head and lost my memory...

I groan and sit up slowly my stomach and head protesting... But I am so thirsty and I have to take some of my meds anyway cause this headache is going to kill me.

I grab my bag pulling out my medicine pouch and sit up tieing my robe around me I walk out the room and head downstairs to the kitchen.

Looking around for cups I finally find one, I pour some water in and start taking my meds.. God I think I've died... I slouch down into the chair and rest my head on the table...

I am going to die... Maybe I'm not but it sure as hell feels like it.

*MICHAEL*

I wake up to the sound of the shower running. I guess Kyle was up before me. Good for him. I sit up, blinking in the bright sunlight, and my head starts to pound. Guess I stayed up too late last night, but the headache's not that bad.

I step out of bed to get an aspirin or something, and I step on something wet and disgusting. I jump back, squinting. Trying to figure out what it was. In a moment, my eyes adjust and the pounding in my head subsides a bit. It's my jeans, all wet from last night's dunk in the pool to rescue Maria. I could have sworn I left them in the bathroom. Did Kyle move them?

I got more important things to worry about. I push the jeans against the wall and dig through my bag for some aspirin. I find the bottle as Kyle comes out of the bathroom.

"Michael," he says. "Good Morning."

"Hey. Morning." I say, without a lot of enthusiam. "You moved my jeans?"

"Yeah. How'd they get so wet? You shower with your clothes on?"

"Nah. Just went for a swim." I'm not going to explain myself to him. I pull some fresh clothes out of my bag almost at random, and head for the bathroom and a shower.

Isabel

Ring, ring

No, must stop noise and get back to sleep. Justin Timberlake was just getting naked.

I reach onto my bedside table searching for my alarm clock. I hit it a couple of times until the annoying ringing as stopped.

I don’t want to get up, its too early, surely ten more minutes won’t hurt.

I groan as I force myself to leave the warmth of my bed

I need to start getting ready; I have got to look even more amazing then normal for my date with Jake.

I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on, letting the water heat up while I go and find my shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. I sigh as the warm water hits my body. I love taking showers; I love the clean feeling you get afterwards and the smell of Vanilla shower gel. I pour a generous amount of shower gel on my hand.

I hope Jake likes the smell of Vanilla and if he doesn’t then its just too bad because I do!

I hum softly do myself, wondering what was going to happen today. Would it be fun or would it be a waste of time?

And what am I going to wear?

I have so many clothes to choose from, what about if I choose the wrong thing or what if it takes to long to pick something? I don’t even know what we are going to be doing. This is going to be hell!

What am I talking about? I'm Isabel Anderson I don't make mistakes.

I step out of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around my body, I go back into the bedroom and open my wardrobe, looking at my clothes and shoes that I had unpacked yesterday.

So first thing is first!

I go back into the bathroom and brush my teeth and start to plan what I am going to wear again.

Ok so I shouldn't wear red because it might make me look easy, blue would make me look too cold, yellow well yellow is just too sunshine-ish.
Black would look like I was in mourning if I wear too much of it. But then again maybe I should wear a summer dress, my red one always looks so cute.

I am so glad that Jake is tall, you know being 5 foot 9 sucks sometimes cause when you wear heals you tower over some men. I feel so sorry for short men. It must suck to be them!

I pull my red dress out of my wardrobe and put it on the bed.

I start to towel dry my hair before I use my blow dryer to finish the job.

I look in the mirror it looks good down so that's how I am going to leave it. I spray it with some Charles Worthington Results shine, shine, shine, gloss and refresh spray making sure that my hair looks good.

I reach for my make up bag and start searching through it. I am not going to wear to much make up some girls cake the stuff on and end up looking like hookers. Not me! Not Isabel Anderson! I have class!

After I put my make up on I look in the mirror and frown.

Something is missing.

I smile when I remember my lip gloss. Its the finishing touch. I put on my strawberry lip gloss that gives my lips a hit of color.

I grab a strapless bra and matching panties to wear under my dress and start getting changed.

Once I have finished I look at myself in the mirror and smile!

I look hot even if I do say so myself

If Jake doesn't think I am hot looking like this then he must be gay or married, pfft even Married men would think I look hot so it would have to be gay.

I look at my watch, it only took me two hours to get ready. That has to be a recorded for me

I pick up my cute shoes and my little handbag which already had everything I needed in it already that I am planning to wear and carry them down stairs.

I walk into the living room, waving at a wet Liz.

Its a beautiful day today and I am in a great mood.

Nothing could get me down or upset me.

"I get it!" I say as there is a knock on the door. Please God let it be my things! Please, please, please!

“Isabel Anderson?” the man asks

I smile and nod, noticing my car parked in the drive way

“Sign here, here and here!” he says pushing the clipboard towards me

Rude much? But it doesn’t matter my car is here.

My baby is here.

I wait until the man has left before I race outside, my hands gliding over the body work making sure that no harm had been done to it.

My beautiful Titanium silver metallic 2004 325Ci BMW Convertible plus three more suitcases full of clothes, shoes and other things of mine that I couldn't live without.

I float back into the kitchen feeling like I could fly.

"How is everyone this morning?"

That's what Isabel is wearing to go to work? Wow.

Speaking of work - I don't know what kind of job these guys are going to be doing at the radio station. Anybody have any ideas? I'm thinking Maria could be an on-air personality. Alex maybe working with the sound engineering crew. Max and Liz could write news - not as reporters, just distilling stuff from the newspaper into blurbs for the announcers. I don't know about anyone-else. Michael as a go-fer? Kyle as a mechanic? Isabel a secretary? Does she have any marketable skills? If it were TV she could work wardrobe, but in radio, I don't know. Tess????? If you guys have better ideas, or if jobs have already been selected, please post! Thanks.
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*MAX*

I get out of the shower and find that Alex is still lying in bed, looking more dead than alive. I decide against trying to wake him up until I have something to help that process along a little. I quickly dress in a button-down shirt and dark-grey pants. I'm hoping it'll be appropriate for the radio station. Then I head downstairs to the kitchen.

When I get there, I discover Maria sitting with her head on the table. "Hey," I say softly, remembering Alex's aversion to normal noises. "Can I get you anything?"

Maria lets out a moan that sounds vaguely like a "no" followed by something that might have been "leave me alone." The words aren't easy to decipher, but the message is clear enough. I decide to give her wide berth for now although someone's gonna have to give her a nudge soon.

The alcohol is still on the table where I left it. I put the beer and wine away, but take the JD to bring back to Alex. I start up the coffee maker and then pick up some aspirin and a water glass.

Back up stairs, I give Alex a gentle nudge. "Hey buddy," I whisper. "You gotta get up. I brought you something to help you feel better."

Alex groans and moves away. With some coaxing, I'm able to get him into a seated position, and he takes the aspirin and a shot. He's not looking any better yet, but I figure we gotta get started sometime. I help him to his feet, and guide him to the shower.

"No more," he says. "No more drinking."

"Great idea," I agree. "You go get cleaned up. I'll have some coffee waiting for you downstairs."