Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell.

A/N: The summary says most of it. You should just know that it's set around 16 months after the "Only One" so they're all older, Maria is no longer new, and they're in their last year at school. Dedication: This story is for all those who asked for a sequel!

"Hey Michael," Tess said and sat across him at the table in their school

"Oh hi," he replied looking up from his book momentarily. He hadn't known her very well before - she'd always seemed over eager to be accepted into the status of *popularity* - but now that she and Maria had become really good friends, he'd been forced to. She was okay, but sometimes wished Maria would hang around with Liz more rather than Tess. He'd known Liz for years and she was way cooler. Still, if Maria was there he didn't really care who else was too - it didn't matter.

"How are you? What are you doing?"

"Okay. Finishing my English assignment."

"Right."

There was a silence for a while until Michael slammed his book shut as he was done and then returned it to his bag. "Hey, have you seen Maria today?"

"You haven't?" Tess asked suddenly.

"No," Michael said, confused. "That's why I asked you."

"Oh, well I...um..."

"Tess, what's up?"

"Maria!" she suddenly exclaimed and jumped up in her seat.

Michael looked up and saw Maria had come up to the table. "Hi," he smiled.

She looked a little strange, but managed a hi.

Tess and Maria exchanged looks and then Tess said, "I have to go," and ran away.

Maria sat down in Tess' place and Michael didn't really miss Tess much. Michael was about to ask her what's up, but before he could she blurted, "Michael I need to talk to you."

"Okay," he asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"

"It's just, well...I don't know how to start."

"The beginning is usually a good place," he joked. But when she looked up at him seriously he stopped kidding around.

"Okay. How about we start with Isabel."

"Isabel? Why is this about Isabel? I thought this was about us or something."

"It is about us, Michael!"

"And what the hell does Isabel have to do with you and me?"

"Well, she's sure got a hell of a lot to do with you!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"See!" Maria exclaimed, and stood up out of her seat. "You're never serious about anything Michael, this is just like you." Se collected her books and began to move away.

"Wait! Maria, wait, don't go. Let's talk about what you wanted to," Michael hurried before she went away.

"I can't, Michael, seeing as how you obviously don't care that much and don't want to listen."

"Look, Maria, can't you at least tell me what you wanted to talk about?"

She did so and walked away, leaving Michael alone.

A few minutes later, Michael heard a female voice calling him, but didn't look up. He knew it wasn't Maria.

"Michael," Liz called again and sat down next to him. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Well, Max wanted me to give you this," she said and placed a book in front of him.

"Okay," he mumbled not looking at it.

"Michael, is something wrong? Michael?" Liz asked.

"It's Maria."

"Did you guys fight or something?" she asked.

"She wants to break up."