Roswell Fanatics

Michael

"What did you order?" Liz asks, and I'm about to reply when I notice her hand. It's bandaged, and looks to be new. What happened?

"Scrambled eggs and...what happened to your hand Liz?" Pulling it towards me, I try to unwrap the bandage.

*Liz*

"Scrambled eggs and...what happened to your hand Liz?" Michael said pulling my hand to him and begin to unwrap the bandage. "Easy Michael, it hurts like hell." I said softly.

"I had battle with myself" I said sadly. "I'm sorry, I promise would stop, but I lost control..." I said honestly. I think this first time I was completely honest without holding anything back. It was like I wasn't afraid what they would say.

Michael

Gingerly, I rewrap the bandage. I'll heal it, but it'll have to be later. I can't do it here with all these people around. "But you're okay now?" I ask, concerned. She was gone for a while, but I thought she simply needed to calm down. Not punch her hand through something.

"We can take care of it later," I tell her, letting her know I'll heal it after this...breakfast, lunch sort of meal.

*Liz*

"But you're okay now?" Michael ask and I nod. "Yes I'm fine..." I said. I didn't mean to worry him. I just lost control, but I hope I have better days without me going insane.

"We can take care of it later," Michael said, "Michael don't have to do that. I think I need this burise. Sure hurt like hell, but I need do this healing thing on my own. But thanks for your support" I said.

OOC Welcome Karen and Jamie!!!!!

*Maria*

Customers begin to fill the cafe and much to my dismay I must service their needs. This takes away my gazing time at Michael, but I guess life can't be one big oglefest. I have to earn a living now and while that makes me feel extremely proud of myself I'm also a tad worried. I've always been strong willed and independent but this is even a bit much even for me.

Pushing my fears aside I retrieve a rather burnt burger and set it down in front of table three. Now it would just so happen that 'the plastics' of Roswell High are occupying what used to be my favorite booth. The jocks say some rather sexist remarks reguarding my uniform while the snobbish girls mutter "trailer trash" under their breaths. I am about to retreat into my shell and pretend to be invisable until I see Tess give me a encouraging smile. She's not going to fight my battles for me ,but she expects me to stand up for myself.

Taking a deep smile I smirk at the peroxided bimbo before me. I may not have freaky alien powers to poof them into a oblivian (not to self: ask the oh so space ones if they can do that)

I'm still Maria Guerin. Troublemaker and badass extraordinaire.

"Opps." I say sweetly as I pour my pitcher of ice water over her highly chemically altered hair.

She shreaks and runs out followed by her brainles posse. I grin innocently at my friends and shrug,

"It slipped."

*Isabel*

I return Maria's smile happy to see her sticking up for herself. "Way to go Ria." I congratulate her as I head over to the counter to grab my order pad.

Alex

I watch Isabel walk away towards Maria and see them share an easy cammarederie...How I'd love to share that kind of easiness with Isabel.I can't help but smile at Maria's spunk,the girl sure knows how to take care of herself...hats off to her.

Turning back to face Michael,I look down at our orders and decide to tuck in before everything is stone cold.Barely had I put the first bite in my mouth when Liz re-appears with an injured hand.I watch quietly as the siblings interact.

A part of me is jealous,I always wanted a sibling but then again Michael and Liz are like my brother and sister even if we live in different households.

"I'm sorry I lost control." Liz says apologetically and I am relieved,looks like the Liz we knew is slowly returning,before she got all messed up.Or at least I hope she is.

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"Jittery?" she repeats raising an eyebrow.
"We could always share the blame."

I laugh. "We could, but then I wouldn't be much of a gentleman now would I?"

I smile at her. "Yeah jittery...Im about to go and quit my job when I currently don't have any prospects, because I am not going to continue working at that crummy job"

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"I know the feeling. Noone should have to work someplace they hate."

She pauses.

"Exactly who are you?"

"Oh! Sorry...Max...Max Evans" I say holding out my hand to her.

Regina

"Oh! Sorry...Max...Max Evans" He says offering my his hand to shake.

Grasping his hand with my own I reply "Regina Stidham"