Roswell Fanatics

Isabel

"So, Isabel," Maria asks, "Find anything?"

"I'm going to buy this bikini" I state, showing her the scarlet red bikini. Not that there's much to see. "And I thought that I had found a dress but the staff in this place have a hard time understanding the words 'Get me this dress in black'" I state sending a haunty look towards the back room. "This would never happen back home!"

Before Maria can say another word, the idiot of a sales assistant reappears holding the dress. Jake is just going to die when he sees me in this or rather out of it as the case may be. I mean the dress is hardt beach wear.

"Maybe we should be getting back to the house soon," I state, Jake is meant to be meeting me at the house and I don't want to force him spend any time with Whitman, who knows what that jackass might say?

*MICHAEL*

I can see Kyle watching Tess just a little more closely than one normally would and I take a guess that he likes her. My little comment about Evans seems to get his attention, but I'm not counting on him joining the submarine crew yet. Although, maybe with a little more coaxing...

I turn and head into the house and find that he's following me. This is a good sign.

I pause in the hallway to see if I can guess what he's thinking, but he walks right past me to put away the food for tonight. With a sigh, I follow him in there. I decide not to start it. I'll wait to see if he has anything to say, first. I reach into the fridge to get one of the beers that were picked up yesterday. Then I hop up and sit on one of the counters, pretending nothing's on my mind as I watch him put the stuff away.

"You could help," he suggests.

"Nah, you seem to be doing a fine job on your own," I tell him.

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*MAX*

Tess immediately starts to take Alex down for talking to Isabel that way. I have to say, I'm not at all sure how to take Tess like this. She's majorly pissed and I have no idea how to help. I sorta step back and find myself next to Liz, who is also watching with some confusion.

"We should help him," she says to me, so quietly it's almost a whisper.

I nod, biting my lip, not know what to say. "Tess, wait a sec. Maybe it's not that bad," I tell her. Then try, "Alex, what did she say? How did she respond to that comment?" Maybe, just maybe there's hope. If she thought it was a joke - or even if she realized it wasn't. If only Maria was on the team, too. Then we could ask her for an independant evaluation.

I deleted it I wrote it before your post and thought it didn't fit anymore
well, here it is again


ALEX


I finally escaped Tess and her ranting about me ruining her perfect plan. She ... well, Liz and Max added bits to the conversation too, well, Tess uh, talked (lets call it that) to me about my stupid behavior on the phone (who gave me the phone in the first place anyway?) for 15 minutes.

Liz - God bless her! - stopped the girl by pointing out that we should slowly get ready for the beach. I offered to drive us there and excused myself, saying that I had to check the car, whether it was clean or not.

Now, I'm hiding ... I mean, strategizing in Max's and my room, hoping to find a master plan to woe Isabel off her feet but having the feeling that I'll fail miserably.

At least I look good in my James Perse shirt. I better look good in it considering how much that thing costed! Fucking designers and their expensive clothes! My other purchases are normal-everyone-can-afford-them-clothes, nothing out of the ordinary but fine stuff if I can trust Liz and Tess. Have to admit that I'm starting to have doubts about the later's qualifications as a match maker though.

"You alright?" Max asks when we walk out of the room to the main area of the house. "You looked a bit pale by the time you left us earlier."

"Well, after what I went through with Tess outside" (okay, okay, it wasn't that bad but leave me some self pity, would ya?), "this here feels like heaven." I say, opening my arms wide as if to hug the whole world.

"Good to know." Max chuckles and always runs into me when I suddenly stop, muttering, "And now we're back in hell."

Max looks confused and I just point to the couch where one smug looking Jake sits.

"Relax and everything will be okay. You have Tess, Liz and me on your side." Max says, looking over to where the two girls are talking. Michael and Kyle are nowhere to be seen. "I'll tell the girls that Jake's here so we can formulate a plan." With that, Max is gone, leaving me alone with Jake.

I really wonder if he'd still look that smug with a black eye or bruised cheek? Wow! This tv experience is bringing out the animal in me!

Heaving a sigh, I slowly walk in his direction, intending to be nice ... or at least social.

"Hey Jake!"

"Oh, hey ... Alex, isn't it?" he asks with a weird smile, as if he knows something I don't.

Hate him!

"Yeah, Alex. Why are you already here?" Okay, that was rather blunt.

"I'm waiting for Isabel. Is that a problem?" Wow, was there a challenging undertone in his voice?

I raise my hands in surrender, trying to not hit him. Wonder if he'd look that pretty with a black eye or bruised cheek.

"You coming to the beach too?" I ask, wondering what's worse: watching them together at the beach or thinking about where they are and what they are up to.

"Yes we are, got a problem with that?" he asks mockingly, looking all smug again.

Hm, are there poisionous scorpions in Miami that might poision him? Or maybe he drowns in the sea.

I'd like to know if serial killers think like that too!

Before I can reply though, the door opens and the girls walk in. Maria greeting us with a friendly "Hello" and rushign into her room while Isabel - surprise! - glares at me.

"Next time, you could come up with a better lie when you want to annoy me or at least try to think of a better lie if you are up to thinking, Whitman!"

The clothes don't seem to work - damn! but at least she didn't seem to notice Jake yet.




KYLE


"Nah, you seem to be doing a fine job on your own." Michael replies smugly, sitting on the counter and watching me work. What did he mean with that comment about Max and Tess? He can't know tha I like Tess, I mean, I'm not even sure if I like her.

"You think Tess and Max are serious and it wasn't just a lets-get-to-know-each-other date yesterday?" I ask, cool as cucumber of course while putting the last items away, grabbing a bottle of coke in the process.

"She seems to like Evans. I'm not so sure about him though." Michael replies casually, nipping on his beer. Beer! Come on, it's not even really evening and he's already drinking.

"Hm." I reply, thinking about his words and the way Tess and Evans are around each other.

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bre, you mean like every now and then something like a summary of people's opinions of the whole experience?
and you are sick? poor you! I hope you get better soon again!

*MAX*

I'm a bit worried as I leave Alex alone with Jake, but I don't have much of a choice. I don't have any telepathic powers or a cellphone in my pocket. (And how strange would that have been - to call the girls from the livingroom when they're just upstairs? Not to mention I couldn't really say things in front of Jake, anyway.) So, I have no choice. I gotta let them know.

I race upstairs, glad that It's just Jake. Hopefully, he'll do better with Jake than with Isabel. It doesn't matter as much if he flubs in front of Jake. Sure he might carry exaggerated tales to Isabel, but the stuff she actually sees would be worse.

Please remember to treat her like a friend, Alex, I think, although he can't hear me. That telepathy sure would be handy.

I find the door to Liz's room open and I jet inside. There, I find Tess and Liz dressed and ready for the evening. It takes my breath away and for a moment, I forgotten how to speak. That straight brown hair and those beautiful deep eyes.

"Max?" Tess asks, sounding a bit concerned. Her head is tilted to the side, emphasizing her question. She does look amazingly cute too.

"Oh, sorry," I explain hastily, giving her a smile as my brain starts to work again. "Jake is downstairs and Alex is with him. Please come and help." I turn on my heels before either of them can answer. I race back down the hallway and down the stairs. When I get to the landing, I see that my prayers were not heeded. She and Maria are here.

I slow instantly to a normal pace, making sure my breathing is also normal, as I finish my descent. "Hey, Isabel. Maria." I tell them with a light easy tone.

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*MICHAEL*

Kyle's acting so cool, but I know I'm right. I can't believe he's asking if it's serious. Doesn't he remember how the girls, including Tess, where draping themselves over Max on the first day? Isabel got involved with Jake right away, but the other two, Maria and Tess, are both obviously still interested in him, something fierce.

And Max, he's always smiles around Tess. Always seems to be having a nice time. Still, he doesn't seem to be about to jump her bones the way I would be if one of the girls were throwing themselves at me. Of course, he didn't seem to be properly appreciative of the whole situation. I just don't understand that guy.

I don't understand the girls, either. None of them seem to be aware that I'm alive. The only one who even seems to see me is Liz, although she's come out with some interesting comments. 'Rather nice' to be around. Why can't Maria and Isabel see me that way?

Suddenly, I'm struck by the thought. Liz was the one who wasn't falling over Max, although any fool could see she was interested. The chemistry didn't seem to really be there for me, but could she actually like me?

I shake my head. I'm seriously going nuts to be wondering about mousey Liz that way.

Still, Kyle seems to be thinking over the Max situation. I decide to give him another nudge. "All the girls are falling over that guy. I dragged that Maria girl out of the pool two nights ago, and she's still making eyes at Max. It's too much."

Kyle raises an eyebrow at that. "Didn't you and she go out on a date last night?"

Did we? Good question. I still don't know if we were supposed to be together or not. I cut him off, not wanting to get into that discussion. "You and I aren't going to have a chance with ANY of them unless something happens to dim that guy's bulb enough for them to see that we're here."

KYLE

I quirk an eyebrow at Michael. "And how would you be able to do that? Max seems to be a decent guy, he's already friends again with Alex after he hit him."

"Nobody's perfect." Michael mutters.

I hate to admit it but he's right, nobody's perfect and the girls are rally acting as if Evans is Hugh Hefner and they are his bunnies.

"Well, Michael, you already went out with Maria once, the chances of that happening again aren't that bad, I guess. That is, if she's your type." I say after a moment. If Michael's with Maria, then maybe Tess and I ... hm, but there's also Liz who seems quite nice and fun to be around - mostly in a sisterly way though.

"Is Maria your type?" I ask when Michael remains silent. God, I wish she is.


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hm, those posts ... we can try them, I guess - who starts?

Oh and the thing about err you know like posting the questionaire, is that I realized that a couple of characters weren't played by the people who filled out the surveys... so yeah but hehehe... I love your guys parts, hehe.

Maria


I can't help but be curious about whether Tess and Max are together now. I mean like really together? Or was it just a casual thing? Kind of how it was with Michael and me? Not that it's any of my business, but I can't help myself from wondering so what's the use?

I couldn't say I had fun with Michael, seeing as how i don't think whatever it was, went very well. I'm still thankful for his pulling me out of the pool and all, but the guy is so cocky, no wonder I've never became interested in him, although he is kind of cute.... in a way.

Then there's Kyle and Alex to think about, but then neither one of them really seem all that interested in getting to know me, but that's okay. I have a lot of friends and when this experience is over, I'll still have all my friends. I miss Lilly though, I'm used to her dragging me out to the clubs almost every night, even when I insist I can't be bothered.

I hear Max's voice, saying hello to Isabel and me, and I'm thankful I had run up the stairs and changed into something a little more... pretty? "Hi Max," I say before turning my attention back to my thoughts.

Isabel

"Next time, you could come up with a better lie when you want to annoy me or at least try to think of a better lie if you are up to thinking, Whitman!" I state when I see Alex. I wonder if that is a new shirt, is it possible for Alex to have taste? The shirt does suit him, actually it suits him really well.

“Hey Baby” I feel a hand push warmly on my lower back. I turn quickly and beam as I throw my arms around Jake’s neck.

“How long have you been here?” I ask, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I’m not sure if its because I’m in Jake’s arms or because I know that Alex is staring at us.

“Not long,” he murmurs against my neck, “Alex was just keeping me company.”

“That was nice of him,” I say between clenched teeth, already my brain is going over the things that he could have said to Jake. I step out of Jake’s arms and turn to look at Alex, does he look guilty or is that something else in his eyes?

“Did you buy anything nice?” Jake asks his hand back to resting on my lower back, is Jake being possessive? Am I missing something? The looks the two guys are given each other suggest that I’ve missed a lot. “Any sexy underwear?”

“Maybe,” I tease, licking my lips “Maybe not”

“Maybe we could skip the beach and you could model them for me”

“But then I wouldn’t have a chance to wear my new bikini!” I purr with a wicked grin.

"I don't know if the males of Miami are ready to see you half naked" Jake states with a hot look. "What do you think Alex?"

bre, like I said, I'm more than content with Alex - till luvya wants him back

Ruby, sorry but I didn't get a PM.

ALEX

GRRRRRR! Does she have to be *that* friendly when greeting him? And he just has to smirk my way, doesn't he? Jerk!

Hm, ... Jerk Jake ... Jake the Jerk .... maybe his parents knew how well that name would fit him!

God, this is like a traffic accident: you don't want to look but you have to! I barely register what they are talking about but of course, I notice that Isabel is glaring at me - again! I wonder, was there a time when she didn't glare? Hm, have to think about that. Well, at least I'm not obviously staring at them - I hope!

“Did you buy anything nice?” Jake asks his hand once again holding her possessively. I must really love the girl if I'm that jealous even though there wasn never a little thing between us ... oh well, love is a weird and dangerous thing!

“Any sexy underwear?” Oh God! The mental images I'm having right now! She'd surely kill me if she knew my thoughts at this moment. Well, considering Jake's look, he really can't stand me either, I guess he knows that I like his ... his ... well, Isabel. But then, there aren't many guys who aren't liking her I guess.

“Maybe, maybe not” she teases back and I'm torn between bolting out of this room and staying so they don't start a floor show or anything.

“Maybe we could skip the beach and you could model them for me” “But then I wouldn’t have a chance to wear my new bikini!”

She did not just say that! God, she DID say it!

I'm a masochist! I know it! Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here and listening to this ... this ... this cruel torture! Man, I must have been an asshole in my past life cause this surely sucks. And where I are Max and the others anyway? I could use some support.

No one cares about me the way I do, I always knew it!

"I don't know if the males of Miami are ready to see you half naked. What do you think Alex?" Jake asks me.

Oookay. That was a challenge - he's really saying now 'She's mine, loser.' Otherwise, he wouldn't be asking me so boldly.

And the sad thing? He's right!

Why is it always me?

Okay, Lord, I never asked for much ... at least not that much but PLEASE let this be the right answer that WON'T make Isabel angry at me. Please!

"I don't know Jake. It will not be her fault if Miami isn't ready for Isabel Anderson. But it's her decision after all and she won't care about my opinion anyway."

That wasn't too long and I'm hopefully not looking too smug or too unsure but hey, it's really her decision and no one else's.

I look at Isabel for a reaction and unconcsiously start chanting in my mind, 'Don't yell at me, Isabel. Don't yell at me, Isabel. Don't yell at me Isabel.'


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hmm, ... that got a little bit longer than I intended it to be ...

Very awesome part Trude, my brother thought I was having a fit I was laughing so hard and it helped take my mind of my essay about Women in Renaissance Drama. Also I'll try and send that pm again sometime tonight!!!

New short part from me:

Isabel

"I don't know Jake. It will not be her fault if Miami isn't ready for Isabel Anderson. But it's her decision after all and she won't care about my opinion anyway." Alex says and I decide to take pity on the guy.

“See, Alex is a smart guy,” I say patting him on the arm and oh my, his arm feels kinda nice underneath that shirt. I wonder what type of work out he does, he seems pretty strong. I mean he did lift me off my feet yesterday night and move me and Oh my God why am I thinking about Alex Whitman’s arm.

I quickly pull back my hand and move closer to Jake who seems only too happy to pull me as close as humanly possible.

“I just don’t want other men trying to steal you off me!” Jake says with a pout.

“That’s so sweet,” I say ruffling his hair “But I’m still wearing the bikini!”

Ruby, I'm glad you liked my part and I hope your brother isn't thinking that you lost it
very good and funny part of you too and don't hurry with the PM - whenever you have time - hope the essay isn't giving you a too hard time


ALEX


“See, Alex is a smart guy.” Isabel says. SAYS. I mean S A Y S! Not yell, she SAID that in a normal tone, no raising of volumne or anything like that. Progress! Yeah baby!

And to top it all, she's touching me. Okay, it's because she's also mocking me but she's touching me and ...

... wait, right, she IS mocking me! Damn! And I thought things look up. But then, she is keeping her hand on my arm longer than necessary (necessary for her, I wouldn't mind if she never takes it off) but Jake ... Jake looks a bit pissed. (harhar!) I think I'll take the mocking every day if he gets pissed everyday too ... yeah, that would be great. Jake being pissed (literally or not), not me being mocked.

Isabel of course pulls back fastly after realizing what she just did (touch me! in case I haven't mentioned it yet) and moves close to him. Too close! Well, he pulled her more to him than she doing it on her own and ... makes you wonder whether Jake likes to be dominant cause Isabel doesn't seem the type who likes to be dominated.

And get your dirty minds out of the gutter, I didn't mean sex! I don't even want to think about something that involves Isabel and *him* (or any other guy than me) and sex. Yuck!

“I just don’t want other men trying to steal you off me!” Jake says with a disgustingly look on his face. How can Isabel stand that look so close to her without puking?

“That’s so sweet, but I’m still wearing the bikini!” Isabel states resolutely.

I knew she would stand by her decision! And Jake looks pissed! and the best, even better than Jake being unhappy is that I get to see her in a bikini again. The first time when we were all in he jacuzzi was great too but a second time won't hurt. I've heard she was only clad in her underwear the night when she discovered me in her bed but sadly, I was out cold at that moment.

The silence is a bit uncomfortable right now but still better than Isabel disappearing into her room with Jake. I even take the glaring gladly (which is already happening again) as long as they stay in sight and keep certain body parts apart.

"So Alex," Jake starts, causing me to raise an eyebrow, "you coming to the beach tonight or staying home again?" he asks with a smirk.

Wouldn't you like that - me, staying home while you and Isabel ...

"Sorry but I have to disappoint you, I'm coming along. I'm actually one of the drivers." I know I shouldn't continue but I better be polite. "You two needing a ride?"