Roswell Fanatics

~Beyonka~

"That's alright. I got us a room while you were on the phone. I hope you don't mind. I would have gotten two but I didn't have alot of money left after the bus ticket."

I smile at his obvious embarressment.

"Its fine...don't worry. Its just one night."

~Kyle~

I sigh great a problem that a little joking about can’t make better. “Tess you can’t fix every thing try and remember Liz has a major guilt complex sometimes the best thing to do is be there for her and try and point out that she is wrong.” I rub her back. “Shhh. It’ll be ok. I promise I’ll talk to her ok?”

*Tess*

I nod with my face still pressed against Kyle's chest. "I...I'm sorry." I mumble starting to back away.

*Maria*

"M-M-Maria...." she wails in my head. I have to go to her. She needs me.

"Uh. Dustin I gotta go." I set the coffee cup down and sprint up the stairs to the attic.

Tess, Liz, and I have grown very close since Tess moved in a couple of months ago. We have faced many great evils together and experienced many losses. It in only when we are together that the triumative is complete.

It's not just about power though. Those women are my family. my only family. Their pain is my pain.

Flinging the door open I see Tess lying on the couch tears streaming down her conflicted face.

"Tessa. I'm here. What's wrong?"

*Tess*

I pull away from Kyle and run across the attic throwing my arms around Maria. "I...It's Liz." I stammer, through my sobs.

*Maria*

"I...It's Liz." she says through muffled cries.

"What about her?" I question worried about my sister.

She's not one to open up and share her feelings. She keeps everything bottled up inside. She feels like she had to protect Tess and I. Like because she is the oldest she's responsible for our well being.

It's been that way every since our mom died. I broke down refusing to leave my bed for days. I would cry uncontrolobably for hours on end.

I never once saw Liz shed a tear. Not because it didn't hurt her but she saw it as a weakness. Weakness was a luxery she didn't feel she had.

"Is she is Danger?"I ask. I thought if she was in trouble I would have felt it.

*Andrew*

"Its fine...don't worry. Its just one night." she reassures me.

"Um. Okay." I stammer not really sure what to say next.

My mind wanders to the last time we were in a hotel room together.
It was Prom night and the circumstances were alot different.

I take her hand and lead her down the hall. The room key jingles in my hand as I stop in front of the door.

Unlocking it I watch her expression for any sign of discomfort.

~Kyle~

I smile when Maria comes in and Tess runs to her. Really when these girls get down and depressed I don’t know what to do.

Dustin walks in a few moments later and comes over to set by me handing my coffee over to me.

“Thanks I say.” picking up the book again.

*Tess*

"I don't think she's in danger. She's just blaming herself for everything that has happened lately. She made me come home because she wanted to be alone." I say sniffling.

~Beyonka~

I watch as Andrew unlocks the door to our room when something occurs to me...how many beds are there.

"Umm...Andrew...how many beds are there?"