Michael sat alone again. Another boring Friday night, nothing to do, no one to do it with. Max and Liz had taken off to Boston for the summer, and Maria, ahhh, Maria, that was another story. Ever since HE had shown up, Billy, musician Billy. He hated Billy, more so he hated himself, Billy was right. He didn't take care of Maria, now Billy did. He missed his busses on purpose, bought an apartment in Roswell and was going to finish school there. Maria and him were always making plans, 'And after high school…' that is where the conversation always began and he gave up listening.

He sighed and got up, figuring since it was a Friday he may as well go do some extra work at the Crashdown for some more cash. He pulled on his leather jacket and through open the door ramming straight into Maria.

'Hey Michael. Where you going?' she asked visibly annoyed.

'Hey Maria. To work.' He responded bluntly locking the door behind him and pushing past her towards the elevator. He pressed the button and tried to ignore the little blonde pixie-like girl dancing around him.

'Maria, what do you want?' he said slowly turning to face her.

'Well, Billy's gone and I was wondering if you knew where he went cuz he said he'd meet me at the Crashdown and I…' her voice trailed off when she saw Michael's set face. He glared at her, 'Maria, I don't know where Billy is, nor do I care and if you'll excuse me, I have to work.'

Maria slipped next to him inside the elevator