Disclaimer: I don't own anything Roswell, except for a few episodes that I've taped from TV. Please don't sue!

Summary: When Maria DeLuca and Michael Guerin find each other, will they hit it off? And will they be able to overcome the one thing that he can't change?

Includes: All Roswell characters are included in this story: Alex, Isabel, Max, Michael, Liz, and Maria. Maybe others too, but I'm not sure as of yet. It's mostly a M/M fiction, but it will contains others as well.

Authors Note: I'm taking this fiction day-by-day. This isn't my first fiction, but it's my first on Roswell and it's my first that I've put on here. Any comments or suggestions could be appreciated. (Just not hurtful negative, all right? Constructive criticism is great!) I hope you enjoy and be kind! I kinda have an idea of where I wanna take this, but not really. I'm just taking it as I receive it.

Unbroken

Chapter 1

He walked through the halls as the tardy bell rang, not to worried about whatever class it was that he was missing. Michael Guerin didn't need school. He was only here to prove everyone wrong. The older community of Roswell was dead set on the fact that trailer-trash Michael Guerin wasn't going to amount to anything. They all watched anxiously, wanting to witness every moment of his failure. He figured that by at least coming to school he would be showing how wrong the town was of him. He didn't need to attend the boring classes to do what was already being done. By just showing up at school, he had already shocked everyone in his small town, and that was good enough for him.

Michael looked around as he continued to walk the halls of West Roswell High, or as he preferred to call it: "Hell". Nothing was here for him. No one was here for him. Max and Isabel were the only two people in the world like him, but they both had other commitments to tend to. And by other commitments, I mean Liz Parker and Alex Whitman. Michael hardly spoke to Max anymore. He got tired of listening to him talk about Liz. Sure, Liz was beautiful, but did Max have to talk about the girl every waking minute of the day? Scratch waking. Did he have to talk about her every minute of the day? Max even talked about Liz in his sleep. Michael knew this because he was lucky enough to witness it more than a dozen times.

His relationship with Isabel was different, though. Isabel was like his sister. She had Alex, but she would always make time for him. She understood him better than anyone else could or even tried. His peers at West Roswell saw a defiant, sarcastic, rude bad boy, but Izzy saw through that. She saw him. She saw the real him. He tried hard to resist her friendship, but she tried harder to convince him that he needed her friendship. It turns out that he did. She always made for a great listener.

"Mr. Guerin." Michael winced as he placed the face to the voice in his mind. Every student knew that voice well. It was the devil. As harsh as the name was, it made sense. The devil was in charge of Hell, was he not?

Michael turned to face his nightmare head on. "Principal Forrester." his eyebrow raised, distain dripping from his voice. He didn't have to try to sound unhappy to see the man. Michael's tone of voice came naturally to him. He had lived a horrible life so far and things weren't beginning to look any better.

"Aren't we supposed to be somewhere else besides roaming the halls, Mr. Guerin? Tell me, where are we supposed to be right now?" Principal Forrester stood, his arms folded across his chest, his foot tapping the tile floor as he awaited an answer.

"Physics." Michael glanced down at his watch, his voice not wavering from it's normal, sarcastic tone.

"Why aren't we in physics then, Mr. Guerin?"

"Well, Mr. Forrester, roaming the halls just seemed so much more interesting. I mean, who really wants to know about Newton's Laws, anyway?" the bell rang and teenagers rushed the hallway. Michael was surprised and thankful at the same time that forty-five minutes had gone by so quickly. "School's out. My reason for being here is over. See you later." Michael began to walk off, but was halted by his voice.

"Just a minute, Mr. Guerin." Mr. Forrester stood before him once again, his arms immediately crossing back over his chest when his walk slowed to a stop. "I want to inform you on a few things. I am the principal here and I enforce the rules. The biggest, but simplest, rule we have is going to class. You better start attending your classes or I'll be forced to expel you. I don't really want to do that because as you may know, you add so much excitement to these otherwise dull halls, but I'll do whatever I have to. Do you understand me, Mr. Guerin?" his voice had now taken on Michael's infamous sarcasm. Michael just merely nodded before turning and leaving the school, rolling his eyes once more. How many times did that make that now that Mr. Morgan had threatened to expel him? Empty threats. That was all they were.