Roswell Fanatics

Michael

"Okay, you two are acting a bit...weird?" I add, looking at the two of them carefully. "I have to ask. Are you on drugs?"

~~~~~ALEX~~~~~
"Huh?" I say. "Oh come on...we're not the ones who decided to bake a cake...I don't believe that requires getting flour in your hair for Michael." I say smirking, " I can see it from here" I add.

Michael

"Flour...?" I put my hand up to my head and look at it, sure enough, there is some white flour on it. "Oh, the bag...it fell on my head...it hurt a lot...right Maria?"

Isabel

I squeezed Alex's hand in appreciation for diveeting the attention of us and back onto Michale and Maria...

"Yeah...Alex's is right.I've never seen Maria in the ktichen in all the years I've known her.What voodoo did you pull Michael?"

~~~~~MARIA~~~~~
"Right! Yeah! Absolutely!" I saw way to enthusiaticly.

~~~~~ALEX~~~~~
"Hmmm" I say just eyeing them up.

Michael

"No voodoo. I just wanted a snack...and the cake ingredients were right there...and Maria was hungry too." I said, eyeing their smug faces. "Alex, your hair looks a bit mussed up. What were you doing, rolling on the floor?"

~~~~~ALEX~~~~~
"Oh...I was looking for...a pen! A pen fell under my bed and I was trying to pick it up and my hair got a but out of control....stupid pen!" I say quickly.

Isabel


This line of questioning is getting too close for comfort I thought to myself

Isabel

I glared at Alex.

What the hell kind of stupid excuse was that I wanted to ask him.

Michael

"Okay, a pen did that...sure. That would explain why you are blushing," I say, smirking. This is getting fun.