So…this is my first Roswell fanfic. Reviews are much appreciated, because hey I'm new at this, so I want feedback. Please keep in mind, that I do have feelings to, so I you don't have anything nice or constructive to say, don't say anything at all (meaning tell me what you think, just don't be mean to me!) Anyways…I have read a lot of Roswell fan fiction & love the series; I have decided to try my hand at it. So enjoy!
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Chapter 1Alex walked out into the night. The air was cool and dark, a stark contrast to the warmth and light inside the Crashdown, which he had just left. It was after closing, but he had stayed, talking to Maria and Liz. Or rather, listening to their animated chatter. Occasionally, he would make a comment or answer a question directed at him, but mostly he would listen, glad for these moments of normalcy.
Tonight's banter had covered a variety of topics. There were the average topics of school, entertainment, and bitching about work, but then there were the not so average topics. Liz and Maria had chosen tonight to discuss his latest interaction with Isabel and he was currently looking for a way to forget that part.
Alex walked down the street to where his car was parked. He pulled out his car keys and began to fumble with them, trying to unlock his car.
Suddenly, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he stopped what he as doing. It was like someone was watching him. He looked up and around, trying to see, through the darkness, if someone was watching.
His eyes landed at the street lamp, just a couple parking spaces away from him. There was a girl standing there, staring at him. She had long curly blond hair, fair skin, and a face that looked like it had been stolen off a beautiful painting. She wore a long, patchwork skirt, an off the shoulder which sweater, and no shoes. What struck Alex about her were her eyes, framed by thick lashes; they were unlike any he had ever seen. One was a brilliant emerald green, the other a dark deep brown. They watched him and when her eyes met his, she smiled faintly.
His keys chose that moment to slip from his fingers and he broke eye contact when he bent down to pick them up. He stood up and looked back to the lamppost and she was gone. He looked around and didn't see any sign of where she had gone. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at where she had been, but there was nothing.
'Great,' thought Alex, 'now I'm seeing nonexistent girls. Whitman, you need to get out more.'
Alex opened his car and was about to get inside, when he felt strangely compelled to check out the spot where she had been standing. He shut his car door and walked over to the light post. There was nothing remarkable about it except something shiny was on the sidewalk next to it.
He knelt to get a closer look. In the exact spot where the girl had been, were shimmering drops of light in the shape of the constellation Cassiopeia. He reached out and as soon as he touched them, they faded away.
'Okay, I know that really not normal. I really have to the gang about this,' Alex thought, as he stood up and walked back to his car. ' I'll tell them tomorrow, this is definitely something alien related.'
Ta-da! I completed my first chapter! Yippee! Please write a review! Thanks for reading. I plan on updating ASAP. Remember: please don't flame me! Thanks again!