Roswell Fanatics

*MICHAEL*

"Sorry," Maria says.

That surprises me and I look around. She's watching the road, so I can't really read her expression. I shake my head and look out the windshield, too. "Yeah. Me, too." Sorry I ever signed up for this. But I'm not giving up yet. I'm gonna find some way to make this work for me. I just don't know how, yet.

I'm not sure but I think that's our road just ahead. Thank goodness we're almost home.

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*MAX*

Liz heads upstairs without another word. I'm sure she's completely beat. Me, too, actually. I put a hand over my mouth to stiffle a yawn and then take a deep breath.

I know I should have tried to talk to Alex earlier in the day, but the opportunity just didn't seem to come up. Or maybe I just didn't want to get into another confrontation then. I know I don't want to now. Nor do I want to risk him having some other fit while I'm sleeping.

Blinking sleepily, I move back to the living room. The sofa is vacant now and there's just one floor lamp on. I turn off the lamp and go sit down. With a sigh, I open the top of my shirt and kick off my shoes. There's a crocheted afgan on the back of the sofa. I pull it over my shoulders and lie down. Closing my eyes, I wait for sleep. As tired as I feel right now, it shouldn't be too long...

Isabel


"Considering the fact that you so absolutely don't like me, you talk a lot about me and you not working out as a couple. Why do you stress that so much? Did I give you any intention that I want to date you? Or do I ... like stalk you or something?" Alex asks

I glare at him, "You know what? I really don't want to waste my time talking to you over pointless and stupid things"

"Then why are you still here?" Alex asks raising an eyebrow

"Whatever!" I don't look back as I storm down the hall to my room and slam the door.

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sorry guys, I've been in hospital

Ruby, tell us details!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Alex

Sighing, I sit down on my bed, grateful to be alone, so I can think about what to tell Max. With a yawn, I lay back, I really hope Max comes up soon, otherwise, I’ll be asleep when he enters our room and I can’t apologise to him.

Not that I know how to do that anyway.

Life is not good to me!

Mhm, the pillow even smells a bit like Isabel’s perfume ... maybe that will help me to nice dreams.

Am I a pervert because of that kind of thinking? Hm... interesting question.

I just close my eyes for a moment till Max comes back

I’m glad that you’re better now, Ruby! It was quite a shock to read your story. Well, finals are all done. I thought I’d post here since it’s been quite a while. And for some reason I think there's a bathroom next to their room. If I'm wrong I'll find some way to edit. And Isabel and Liz are roommates right?


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A loud slam breaks me out of the sleep I was slowly descending back into. I throw myself up and search, trying to find my surroundings, discover where it was that I found myself. A confused whimper falls from my lips as I look around and see someone standing by the door in the darkness.

“Were you sleeping?”

Isabel. It’s Isabel. You’re on that show, and your in the house in Florida. That’s where you are.

“Yeah,” I say, a little too sleepily for my liking. I don’t want her feeling bad for waking me. “Kind of.”

“Well, sorry,” she says. It didn’t exactly have the most apologetic tone, but I don’t think that Isabel has much history in giving apologies to people. Sitting here in this bed, in the dark, I half wonder how many times she’s ever had to apologize for something—even something as small as accidentally waking someone else up. She could probably count her sincere apologies on one hand.

“It’s okay,” I say as I rake my fingers through my hair, pushing it back, away from my face and out of my eyes. “Is everything okay? You sound a little . . .”

“Upset?” she says, finishing my sentence with a word I was trying not to use.

“A little.”

She walks off to the bathroom, to no doubt get ready for bed. I let the conversation fall as she closes the bathroom door. I lie back down in bed, as the quiet sounds from the bathroom dance around the room. Minutes pass before the light from the bathroom cascades across the floor like blanket before being flicked off.

I listen as she slides into bed, the sound of the sheets and comforter attesting to her movements. When the sound stops and silence fills the air once more, I take a deep breath and close my eyes to the dark room before opening them once more.

“Isabel,” I say softly. Not waiting for her acknowledgement, I just continue on speaking, “I know I’m not your friend, and I am not pretending to be. I just want you to know, that if you need one here—a friend—I’m here.” I pause for a second, take a breath, and continue. “If you want to talk about what’s wrong, I would like to listen.”

Silence again. Not a rustle. Not a word. Not a sound. Not a noise.

“Goodnight, Isabel,” I tell her softly as I turn to my side, resting my head on the soft pillow in preparation for sleep to cover me.

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Hey Sugarplum! Great to see you again. I think there's a bathroom attached to each of the four bedrooms. Although this was described as a five bedroom house. Bre, what's the fifth room set up to be?

I haven't seen a Maria post. If it's okay, I'm gonna continue with Michael and get everyone in the house so we can start tomorrow.
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*MICHAEL*

Yes! We're back at last. Maria just confuses me. I don't even know how to feel when I'm with her. Sometimes I'm thinking she's cool and other times, she's just completely annoying.

Maria parks the car and I hop out, heading for the front door. I wait inside the foyer for her. She comes in behind me, giving me a funny look. "What? You waiting for a goodnight kiss?" She asks.

I think she's teasing. I'm just not sure. "Not exactly," I tell her. "I'm just gonna walk you upstairs. I promised Max I'd keep you out of the pool."

"I'm not in the mood for a swim," she says, curtly.

She turns on her heel and starts up the stairs. I follow a few feet behind and watch as she goes into her own room, slamming the door behind her. Gee, what's wrong with her? I wonder for the hundreth time. Shrugging, I head across the hall and into my room. Not surprisingly, Kyle is already there, asleep. I pull off my clothes and flop into bed. I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna come very eary around here...

Alex

My second morning in this madhouse and already, I can apologize to someone ... I so didn't expect that when moving in here.

Should I talk to Max first or take a shower before that? hm, if Max still sleeps, I will shower first and ... oh, Max's bed looks the same way it did last night before I fell asleep. I wonder where he spent the night? With Tess maybe? No, can't imagine him being the first one to have sex. That will probably be Michael or ... Jakey and Isabel?

God, I better get up and stop that kind of thinking before I get sick. I better be quick so I can talk to Max before the others get up and listen. Even though I doubt that they are already up at ... 6:30? What the hell? Why am *I* awake at this hour?

I probably am more nervous than I thought ... well, lets start the day and hopefully, I won't have to wake Max so he won't be angry because of that too.

*MAX*

I wake up as the sun comes streaming into the living room. I yawn and stretch, turning carefully on the narrow sofa. All in all, it was pretty comfortable. Not as good as a bed, but really not at all bad.

I sit up and look around. I guess it's time to go upstairs and see Alex. I can't possibly wear these same clothes again today. At least I'm rested now. Should be easier to deal with him. At least, I hope so. There's no telling what he might be like today.

I grab my shoes and head upstairs. I listen carefully at the door of our bedroom but I don't hear anything. It's still pretty early. Maybe he's still asleep. He wasn't an early-riser yesterday, but of course he was pretty drunk then, too. I doubt he was in the same condition last night. He did swear off alcohol yesterday, although I don't know him well enough to know if he was serious about that.

Pushing the door open slowly, I poke my head in. No sign of him. No, not true. I can hear the shower running. Guess he's in there. Lucky me.

I grab a set of clean clothes from my dresser and head out again quickly before he gets done. I go down to the last door on the hallway and step into the spare bedroom. The place is smaller than any of the other bedrooms, but it's still pretty nice. I should have slept here last night, although I think that was against the rules or something.

Shrugging, I step into the shower, clean myself up and then get dressed. That's when I realise I didn't bring my comb. Darn. I go back to our room and find that Alex is gone. I finish up and then I'm ready for coffee. Maybe this'll be a good day.

Alex

Finishing my shower, I decide to get a coffee ... no matter how awake I was half an hour ago, the need for caffeine is kicking in - thank God that we have such a great espresso machine here.

Walking downstairs, I see that Kyle and Liz must have gotten up sometime during the night since they aren't sleeping on the couch anymore.
I still wonder where Max is ... is he in one of the other rooms or didn't he sleep here at all?

Ah, coffee is finished, thank God! Mhm, yummy!

Someone's coming ... hopefully not Isabel, as lovely as she looks, I'm so not in the mood to argue again with her so early in the morning.

Not that I have to worry about that since it's Max who's walking in ... or rather stepping through the door and freezing when he sees me - not that I can't understand him after everything that happened yesterday.

"Morning." I say carefully, sipping nervously on my coffee. "Coffee is ready, if you want some, that is ... you don't have to drink one of course."
Damnit Alex! Stop rambling - you aren't making any sense!

Curtly nodding, Max turns to the coffee maker and while his back is to me - isn't it so much easier to talk to someone when you don't have to look into his or her eyes? - I say, "Uh, the timing might be bad but could we talk for a moment? Especially since we still seem to be alone and no one can interrupt us? I learned last night that there are some ... well, many misunderstandings between us."

*MAX*

As I approach the kitchen I can smell the espresso and a smile crosses my face. Someone's answering my prayers for me already this morning. I step inside and freeze at the sight of Alex. For a moment, I want to just turn around and leave, but I refuse to let this idiot rule my life. I came for coffee and I'm going to get coffee.

Nodding, I go and pour myself a cup. Alex starts to talk about clearing up the mis-understandings between us and I have to force myself to count to ten. Slowly. When I checked out my face this morning, it was still discolored and swollen. Not as bad as yesterday. Not so bad you'd notice it from across the room, but still, it's there.

I still want to know what the hell is the matter with him that he'd do something so wacko but part of me wants to just throw this cup of hot coffee at him.

I take one more breath and then turn around slowly. "Mis-understandings? You hit me in the eye for no reason! I'd been trying to help you and then you do this?"

great part!

ALEX

Uh oh, he's mad. Of course he is, I shouldn't be so suprised. But he seems rather level-headed and I was hoping for ... I don't know what but not him looking so furious, I guees.

"Uh, well ... you see, that's what I mean ... Isabel told me that you and her think I like Maria but I ..." Seeing him look at me even more furious - who would have thought that possible? - I quickly finish in a quiet voice so noone else who might be up can hear us. "I like Isabel. So when you helped her with her date I didn't see it as very helpful for me, mixed with the hangover and the aspirins I had intus, I guess I ... I don't know why I hit you but I did. I'm sorry."

Oh man, I hope he got it all since I talked like a waterfall and I so don't want to repeat myself again ... it might only get him to hit me in return. Which might be good thing so we'd be kinda even, I guess.

"Isabel?"

You know, I feel like a torero right now, scared that Max will charge towards me like an angry bull - nuts I know, but I feel so!


hope that's okay with you, isabelle