Chapter One
Title: The Hidden Truth
Summary: Liz Parker moves back to Roswell to live with her father. Things start to get really freaky and she realizes the hidden truth behind what is really going on.
Rating: Mature
Couples : M/L
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell in any shape or form.

authors note : I tried to base this story around Twilight. But it does not resemble twilight in any way, shape or form. I just kind of wanted to base it around that, only it's aliens instead of vampires. And yes there will be a romance! LOL! I'm not giving away anything! soooo...I just want to say I do not own Twilight in any way and I would not steal the idea in any way, shape or form! And by the way, I'm a huge twilight fan! LOL! And also I'm not too sure about this fic soo please I need all the feedback I can get! Thanks! love ya guys! And lissa thanks for the wonderful ideas and helping me out when you could! I love you girl!

Chapter One

New school, I hate being new. Everyone is staring at me. I hate it. I wish I was back home in New York with my family and people I know. Instead I'm stuck here is Roswell, New Mexico with my dad. Everyone knows me as Jeff Parker's daughter. My father owns the Crashdown Café. An alien-themed café. Yeah, I know, alien themed and in the alien capital of the world. I used to come here every summer and now I'm stuck here. My mother doesn't want me and now the only other place for me is here with my dad.

"Lizzie! Over here!" Kyle Valenti is the only person that befriended me here at West Roswell High School. I look over to him, but someone else's eyes catch my attention. His eyes were beautiful. They were a deep, golden brown. He stared into my eyes, and it was like he was looking into my soul. I was drawn to him and he was sucking me in. I was falling into the abyss of his eyes. He kept his gaze on my every move. It was like the world had stopped and time had frozen, the moment his eyes locked with mine. I bumped into someone and was pulled from the trance. I looked down and saw my tray was on the floor and my food was all down the front of an attractive blond's shirt. I stood there in shock as I realized what had happened. Her golden ringlets fell in her face as she looked down at her clothes.

"Oh god I… I'm so sorry!" Damn, why do I have to be such a klutz? Of all days! What is wrong with me?

"You seriously need to watch where you're going," from the tone of her voice I could tell she wasn't too happy, and the clothes she was wearing looked expensive.

"Next time I will, sorry." I'm a total embarrassment to myself. What is wrong with me? I'm never going to fit in here. It was so much better when I was only here for the summer. Now I have to live here, the rest of my miserable life.

I made it through the rest of the day without problems. But the blond I dumped my food on wasn't too fond of me and I could tell her friend wasn't either. She glared at me all through algebra. What was wrong with her? It was just an accident. It felt as though her eyes were burning a hole in the back of my head. Kyle was sitting behind, and he kindly tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention.

"You messed with the wrong ones there," he said softly.

"It was an accident. Now they both have a grudge against me? I only dumped my food on one," I said.

"The one with the curly blond hair? That's Tess Harding, that you dumped food on. And the other one is Isabel Evans. You better watch your back."

"Does Isabel have a brother?" I asked. I was curious. She had similar features to the boy with the golden eyes.

"Yeah that's Max Evans. He's pretty cool but very weird. He keeps to himself. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." I said.

Home at last! Well, not really, but for now it is. I heard my father talking on the phone and figured he was talking to my mother. He was arguing, so that usually meant it was her on the line.

"Dad I'm home." I said as I went into the kitchen.

"Hey Lizzie how was your first day?" Did he have to ask that?

"Weird, Don't want to get into details, okay?" I really, really didn't want to get into details. I just wanted to go up stairs, do my homework and sleep.

"We need to talk, Lizzie," about what? There was really nothing to talk about.

"Look dad, I have a lot of homework to do. Can we talk later?"

"Sure," he said. I knew something was up. He had that look on his face. That look that said it was really important. For some reason he was acting really weird. It was as if he had been hiding something. I went upstairs and laid all my books out on the bed. I couldn't even concentrate. I kept seeing those eyes. Those beautiful golden brown eyes that have me captivated. What is wrong with me! I can't be daydreaming about some guy I barely know. Ok. Homework, concentrate. It was pointless. Why bother? I closed the books and tossed them on the floor. I sat up in my bedroom for hours. My homework wasn't even done. There was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" My dad asked through the door.

"Sure," I said. He came in and sat on the bed next to me. I knew there was something on his mind.

"What did you want to talk about?" He smiled at me and fixed my hair.

"There is so much I want to say and can't," He replied softly. Enough of this dad! Just say it already.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked. Something had to be going on, he never acted like this.

"There is something I need to tell you, Lizzie," he said.

"Ok, what is it? You're scaring me. I haven't even been here a week and you're scaring me. Oh god, you don't want me here either! I know I messed things up with mom, I know I was a bad daughter and I know… I didn't cause that fire in the school! Please don't do this! Dad!" I was freaking out now. First my mom tosses me away and now my dad! What else could go wrong?

"Lizzie, sweetheart calm down. I'm not sending you away. And about the fire; don't worry about it. That's in the past. This is something else." Something else? What else could it be?

"Ok," was all I could say.

" Look, I've thought about this even since before you came out here. And I knew I wouldn't be able to hide Michael and everything else from you" I looked at him curiously. What was he talking about? Michael? Who is Michael?

"Michael? Everything else? What are you talking about, Dad?" I said.

"Michael Guerin. He is your twin brother," What? Is he crazy? I don't have a twin! I don't have a brother! What is going on here? This day is getting more and more freakier by the minute.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a twin brother. I'm an only child." Suddenly the phone rang. My dad quickly went to answer it. I had a phone in my room so he didn't have to go far to answer it.

"Now isn't a good time... Ok, I will be there in a few." He said as he hung up. I looked at him, wanting answers to what was going on. He stood there silently like he was trying to find the words to the next thing he was going to say.

"Dad! What's going on? You can't just throw this on me! If what you say is true… where is he? Is he here in Roswell? Have… I met him?" I wanted answers and I knew I wasn't going to get any answers right now.

"I can't explain everything right now. There's a problem at the Crashdown. I've got to get down there and straighten things. We will talk about this later." No. I wasn't going to accept that.

"Dad, you… can't…" He stopped me and he kissed the top of my head. He quickly left, telling me we would talk later. What is going on here? I… what? I… need answers! He can't just lay this on me on like this! My head is spinning. I felt like I was about to pass out. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, concentrating. Maybe I need to sleep. Yeah, sleep off the weirdness of this town and maybe tomorrow it will all go away like a bad dream. That's it. That's what I will do. Before I knew it I was out.

I was deep in dream land I think. I was standing in a soft white room. These beautiful, shiny, orb-like bubbles were floating all around. Suddenly I was drawn to one. I poked it and it started to get bigger. It spread open like a doorway. I stepped through and found myself in a room. It was a guy's bedroom. There were clothes everywhere, and it smelled like garbage. Ok, so this is a dream right? Maybe in my dream I could do things out of the ordinary right? So I could have fun. I closed my eyes, not sure how this was going to work. I concentrated hard, and I waved my hand across the room. Suddenly the walls changed colors. They turned from white to soft pink. Oh, this is cool. I waved my hand across the floor and it was like there was a ripple of water and the floor was clean. I ended up changing the entire room. Now it looked like the room I dreamed of. It was girlie but not too girlie, just the way I like it. Suddenly someone jumped from the bed.

"What the hell?" he yelled.

"You like?" I asked.

"Um, what the hell did you do to my room?" he yelled.

"It needed a girl's touch" I said, laughing.

"You did this?" he asked.

"Of course I did, isn't it great? It's amazing what you can do in dreams. Do we know each other?" I asked.

"Umm... no!" he yelled.

"I don't know what's going on, but this is really fun," I said. And it was. It was freaky but it was fun.

"How did you do this?" he asked.

"I just waved my hand and presto!" I said, marvelling at my masterpiece.

"Get out of my room! And go back where you came from! You're like an annoying little sister," he said.

"Lighten up. It's just a dream" I replied.

"Are you… you… one of us?" he asked. I looked at him curiously.

"One of us?" I asked. Suddenly I felt something pulling on me, and I was sucked into what seemed like tunnel. I woke up. I was in my bed. I sat up, not sure what was going on. I looked over and saw the morning rays coming through my window. My dad was knocking furiously on the door.

"Lizzie, you're going to be late!" he yelled. I looked at the clock and it was going on 7:30am.

And of course I was late. I hurried down the hall in a sprint. I didn't want to make a bad impression at a new school by being late to class and it looked like that's what I was doing. Suddenly I ran right into someone. My books went flying everywhere.

"Watch it!" he yelled. I looked up and saw his face. The face from my dream. We locked eyes and he recognized me.

"You!" he said as he looked at me in shock.

"Umm… sorry," I said trying to gather my things. God, this day is the worst and the weirdest day ever. Pinch me please, I need to wake up! He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into janitors supply closet.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" I yelled.

"You! You were in my head last night!" he practically yelled.

"What?" I held my arm where he grabbed me. It was all a dream. How could he be here?

"You were messing with my head in my dreams! I want answers now!" he yelled.

"What are you talking about? I don't know you!" I yelled back. That was a lie I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I had no idea what was happening and what was really going on.

"I don't know you either and you were in my dream!" he yelled.

"I swear, if I knew this town was this damn freaky I would never have come." I looked him in the eyes and realized something. His features… they were a lot like mine. He looked exactly like me only in… guy form. Damn this is freaky! He looks just like... like my father when he was younger. No… he can't... be… the one my father was talking about. He can't be my… brother? No this is freaky! I need to get out of this town.

"Oh my god," I said looking at him. He looked me straight in the eyes curious as to what was going on.

"What?" He asked.

"Michael… your name is Michael right?" I asked.

"Yeah, how did you know that? Wait, are you playing with my head again? I need to know what the hell is going on! I want answers!" He yelled as he crossed his arms in front of himself. Like he was waiting for answers… wait, I do that same thing when I'm upset and I can't get what I want from someone. I cross my arms just like that!

"I have to go," I said. I tried to leave but the door wouldn't budge. I yanked on it and it was like it was glued shut. I stood there for a moment, just holding the door knob knowing I wasn't going anywhere and that he wanted answers.

"Answers now," he said sternly.

"I can't give you answers to questions I don't have answers to" I said.

"Why do we look so much alike?" he asked curiously.

"I… don't know. Ever since I've came to town freaky things have been happening. It's starting all over again," I said softly. I started having flashbacks. Flashbacks I really didn't want to remember.

Flashbacks

'Elizabeth Parker!" My mother yelled as I stomped up the stairs.

"I told you the truth!" I yelled.

"How did you start that fire?" she asked.

"I told you I don't know!" I said as I threw my things onto the bed.

"That's it, you're going to live with your father," she said.

"Oh, so you're going to just pawn me off on him permanently now!" I yelled.

"What else am I supposed to do? Maybe he can help you with... with your…" she stopped herself. I knew there was something else. Something she was keeping from me.

"With what, mom? With my problems?" I yelled.

"I don't know anymore." She said, giving up as she went downstairs. I slammed the door behind her.

The present -

"Starting all over again?" He asked softly. I didn't want to talk about this anymore. I just wanted to leave this room and forget everything. I pulled on the door knob again and it still wouldn't budge.

"You're not going anywhere," he said.

"Why won't this damn door open?" I yelled as I kicked it.

"Answers," he said.

"Open this door now," I said.

"Nope," he said.

"I can't give you answers. It's amazing. I, Elizabeth Parker do not have the answers to this one!" I was about to say something else when he stopped me.

"Parker? Are you Jeff Parker's daughter?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am," I said softly. Suddenly the door opened so I quickly walked out. I had to get out of there. I wanted to run away and never come back. But I know that running from everything isn't going to make it go away. As I ran down the hall I smacked right into Isabel Evans.

"You!" She yelled.

"I... I'm sooo sorry," I said, trying to help her pick her books and things up off the floor. This day couldn't get any worse. Michael was immediately there by my side helping me.

"Iz, chill. It's okay." he said to her.

"Who does she think she is, running through the hall like that?" Isabel said, grabbing the books out of our hands.

"She's Parker's daughter," Michael said. Isabel looked at him curiously. Did they know about me? And why are they so interested in my father all of a sudden?

"I have to go," I said and quickly ran down the hall.

Later that night I played with the food on my plate. I wasn't interested in eating. I sat silently at the table, knowing there was much that needed to be said between me and my dad. He threw his fork on his plate and stared at me. I could feel his stare burning a hole in my head.

"I met... Michael today," I said softly not looking up.

"What?" he said.

"Why didn't you tell me he goes to the same school? What else are you hiding from me, dad? I come here and you throw a bombshell on me and tell me I have a brother I never knew about!" I said.

"I'm sorry. But your mother and I thought it was for the best… that you didn't know what you were until it was the right time." What I am? What is he talking about? I looked at him curiously.

"What I am?" I asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"Yes. You're an… alien honey." I looked at him and took a deep breath. Then I burst out laughing.

"Dad, come on! I think you've been around too many of those wacky alien hunters that come through here. Please! Have you been listening to those old alien stories again they used to tell when I was little? Be serious, dad!" I said. I picked up my plate and took it to the sink.

"Let me show you something" He said. I followed him out to the living room. He went over to a wall and stood in front of the painting that hung there. It was a god awful painting of dogs playing poker. For some reason my dad loved it. I don't know why. He waved his hand over it and suddenly the picture dissolved into a muddy puddle of colors. I watched as his hand glowed, an iridescent green. I looked at him in shock. He waved his hand over the painting again and it turned back to its original form. Suddenly my knees felt weak. Everything went black.