Roswell Fanatics

*Maria*

Before Tess can answer one of the gentlemen rises and slowly makes his way over here. He's cute and a tad familar. I feel like I've seen him before. His unruly hair spikes up in a way that makes my heart flutter in my chest. It's probably just the alchol I reason. His chocolate brown eyes narrow on mine and he seems a tad nervous ,but not over excited like the majority of my fans. He seems...different. It's refreshing. "Hi Maria," He greets with a sweet smile and awkward wave.

Wow, he is quite adorable. "I don't know if you remember me, I'm certainly not dressed as you usually see me, but I wanted to say hello." I narrow my eyes in confusion desperately trying to place him. It hits me like a bolt of lightening. He's elevator guy. I've been to down town a couple of times to deal with my finances over the past couple of months and I seem to run into him in the elevator every time I enter the building. He's always been very polite and never invaded my personal space but took a special interest in speaking with me. I just thought he was being nice.

"Of course I remember you." I reply thoughfully. "How is the painting going? The last time we spoke you were almost finished." I remark with a friendly smile before taking a casual drink form the cocktail he sent over.

~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
"How's that?"
Uh oh...did I say something wrong?
"Not bad.” I grin to myself. Oh yeah.... “I am a bit sensitive but only in the best possible way.” Yep, sounds about right...

“I am an ass man myself. Still I know and appreciate the female form in all it’s wondrous shapes and sizes. I’m an equal opportunity man. I’ll date any woman who intrigues me in any of the three ways physically, spiritually, or emotionally. I’ll know it’s love when she stimulates all three. What about you? Are you looking for a connection and your soul mate or are you more of a realist?"

God I wish Moondoggie was real. Okay, I know he TECHNICALLY is, but I mean... I wish he was a person I could meet... a person who is actually like he says he is...

I sigh to myself before saying, "Uh... I guess I'm a realist.... and looking for a soul mate... lol.... its complicated." I swallow before explaining, "I want a soul mate... it's just I don't see it happening. Which is why I have the back up plan... but you do not need to hear, or going to hear about that." I type smiling. "What about you? And what's your ideal woman?"

~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
I smile as I see Michael get up and go over there.... not TOO bad... seen worse...

But I didn't want him to go RIGHT then! I should have gone first! Oh well... too late now. I smile at the blonde as I get up and walk towards them. "You like the cocktails I trust?" I say with a smile as I hold out my hand to her, "I'm..." What name to give to her... do I tell the truth? Or not? "I'm Kyle" I say deciding that this girl deserved to know... plus she's hot!

"I'm sorry I don't keep up much with celebrity goings on, but I'm guessing your a new hot celebrity on the block to be hanging out with Maria DeLuca." I say with a little wink.

*Maria*

He seems quite shocked that I remembered his painting. I have to say talking with him in that elevator for five minutes was a lot more interesting then the sixteen hour shoot I had on set that day. We got to discuss things we really care about and not ratings and box office double platinum. It’s all just window dressing. What you think is silver is really just straightened tin foil. Shiny but inevitably worthless. Michael flashes me a warm and friendly smile before replying,

“Its going really well," He takes a comfortable step closer so I place my drink on the bar. "I think I may have finished a few of them, but I still don't know whether I'd be able to part with them. I know silly, but I'm just not sure." He shakes his head gently from side to side with a nervous expression and all I want to do in this moment is relive him of his tension. “That’s not silly at all.” I assure him sweetly. “It’s perfectly naturally to be a tad cautious with your art.

After all I’ve always heard a artists masterpiece is an extension of himself.” He nods politely before inquiring, "How have you been? Your dogs been treating you well right?" I’m pleased that he remembered. The shock must be evident on my face my his expression. “I’ve been wonderful. Rock is a little temperamental and Roll is a bit of a diva ,but other then that we are all doing fine.” How nice of him to have remembered.

“So… what brings you to the club tonight? You never took me as the partying type.” I evaluate with an even demeanor but an intrigued grin.

*Max*

Running a hand over my hair I smooth down the part that always seems to defy no matter how much gel I use. I scratch my ear restlessly as I await her reply. "Uh... I guess I'm a realist.... and looking for a soul mate... lol.... its complicated." With love it always is. That’s what makes it so interesting. If it weren’t so wondrous, beautiful, frustrating, and captivating no one would put in the effort knowing what the end could possibly entail.

"I want a soul mate... it's just I don't see it happening. Which is why I have the back up plan... but you do not need to hear, or going to hear about that." Oh yes I do. Mystery Lady. I want to know everything about you. Those small details you consider insignificant are what I’m longing for. "What about you? And what's your ideal woman?" Narrowing my eyebrows I concentrate on coming up with an honest and thoughtful reply.

“Well, she’s visually stimulating obviously.” I type as if it were only natural. “She’s highly intelligent and opinionated but not pushy with her views. She has a dry almost sarcastic kind of humor that drives me wild.“I wide grin spreads across my tired features. “She challenges me. Pushes me to be better but knows when to hang back. She’s thoughtful. I don’t have to remind her how I like my coffee and she remembers to throw my clothes in the dryer not because I ask her but because she wants to.”

Sounds easy. Blissfully simple but you’d be surprised to find that most women over look small things that make a guy feel wanted. “She’s not to proud to let me pick up the tab ,but does offer because she sees us as equals. She…appreciates me. The man I am. She doesn’t feel the need to change me. Nor will she try.” Hmm. That’s actually kind of profound. “Also she’s adventurous and not too self conscious. She enjoys her own body and doesn’t mind letting me enjoy it also ” I am still just a guy after all.

Isabel

“I think they’ll probably be a no clothing rule.”

"Aww but you look so cute in just your socks" I laugh remembering the first time Alex and I had made love, he was being so romantic and perfect and just as we were about do it, Alex jumped up to grab protection and I realised that he had left on his white socks.

I had been so nervous cause I knew how much I loved Alex and was worried I wouldn't be as great as he thought I was but seeing Alex move across the wooden floor boards of his apartment in his white socks made me break out in laughter and I realised that this was Alex, my sweet, goofy, adorable Alex and I loved him and knew that he loved me dearly.

“What do you say to that?”With a giggle I lean up to Alex's lip and press them against mine, I love that Alex is taller than me, growing up I was always taller than most boys and yeah it wasn't all that great.

"I say...Maybe we should have a dress rehearsal or an undress rehearsal as the case may be" I say with a seductive smile.

*Maria*

"I don't usually come to these places your very right, but I sort of decided to come on a whim," His warm smile warms my normally chilly defenses. There’s something so charming about his honesty. Maybe that’s what makes him such a good accountant. I feel the nagging urge to trust him. That must come in handy when his profession is convincing people to hand over money. I know in my line of work that is no easy feat. "I'm glad I came though, running into you is always a pleasure."

Wow, that’s incredibly thoughtful. Men are constantly hitting on me. I’m not exaggerating it’s just a fact . Although most of the time they toss out blatant over used lines about my eyes or my body. You can pretty much guess their intentions just from their compliment. Michael’s catches me off guard. Perhaps it’s the sincerity behind his words or it could be the nervous and yet friendly demeanor he exudes. “Why thank you Mr. Guerin.” I reply with a slight blush tinting my glittered cheeks.

Why am I acting like some silly school girl? I’m supposed to be the essence cool and aloof. Still for some reason this beautiful stranger leaves me unhinged. Scanning over Michael’s shoulder I see Bob (My Bodyguard) giving me ‘the look’. The one that asks if he needs to step in. With a light flick of the wrist I politely but determinedly wave him off. Bob gets a bit over protective some times and I don’t want him to scare my companion off.

A familiar upbeat song begins to play and the sudden need to move becomes apparent. “I absolutely adore this song. Would you care to dance?” I inquire wistfully. I’ve never been afraid of rejection before but for some reason my stomach is all a flutter. It never really mattered before. It does now.

~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
She laughs and I smile as her face glows. "Oh I'm not a celebrity, in a sense maybe you could call me that, but who knows," I
I see... she really is a celeb huh?

"I met Maria during an interview a while ago. I work for a local magazine, I'm a writer."
"A writer eh? Wow...that must be exciting..." I say as my ears hear what Michael and Maria are saying... oh holy crap... I didnt say dance with the girl!!! Hello! If his dance moves are anything like as dweeby as he is shes gonna run a mile. I glare over at Michael with a warning look when Tess look away slightly.

I smile as I look back at Tess. "So what are you working on right now?" I ask as I keep watch carefully over Michael.

~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
“Well, she’s visually stimulating obviously.” Well thats reasonable, but I guess that leaves me out then... I mean I'm not 'stimulating'. I'm not even vaguely pretty, no matter what Maria says.

“She’s highly intelligent and opinionated but not pushy with her views. She has a dry almost sarcastic kind of humor that drives me wild.“
Does that describe me? I don't know... ergh why am I even thinking like this. Like this moondoggie and I could ever be perfect for each other. What were gonna be perfect internet married with internet children?

“She challenges me. Pushes me to be better but knows when to hang back. She’s thoughtful. I don’t have to remind her how I like my coffee and she remembers to throw my clothes in the dryer not because I ask her but because she wants to.”
Sounds like a nice girl then... Maria says I'm too nice for my own good...
Stop it, stop it, stop it.

“She’s not to proud to let me pick up the tab ,but does offer because she sees us as equals. She…appreciates me. The man I am. She doesn’t feel the need to change me. Nor will she try.”
Now that I totally agree with. You can't change somebody. Thats just wrong. And male and females are definitely equal. Although its always nice when the guy gets it.

“Also she’s adventurous and not too self conscious. She enjoys her own body and doesn’t mind letting me enjoy it also ."
Adventurous? Not really... or at least I don't think so... and my body isn't anything special... but him enjoying my body sounds SO good....
STOP IT LIZ!!!

"Wow, she really does sound perfect... and a perfect guy such as yourself is obviously going to find her someday." I tell him, feeling kind of sad for myself. I mean I'm going to have to go with my back up.... not that thats a bad thing, I mean Alex is great...but is there something more for me than Alex? And why hasn't Alex called me about ou arrangement yet? I hope he hasn't forgotten...

I'm at a loss for what to type so I just wait for him to say something.

~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
"I'm going to do an indepth study thats related to the psychological aspects of relationships, you know brain waves, hormone levels,"
A smile fills her features.

"the main point in my reasearch however is going to be the orgasm."

Bloody hell... I nearly spit out my drink at that. But instead I just cough a lot. Fucking hell....

With a VERY impressed look on my face I say, "Wow... sounds intreguing." I smile at her before saying, "So I'm guessing your hot celebrity boyfriend is loving your research?"