I am Liz Parker and it has been over two years since I have written anything. Nothing of great value really has happened, until now. Isabel moved out of our van a year ago and is living with her husband Jesse. However, where they are, I cannot say, but I will tell you this, they are happy and healthy. Isn't that all that matters?
Max and I are still happily married and we both hope to settle down someday and start a family. I don't know if we will ever to do that or to be able to have a normal life – a life that is not on the road, a life without fear, a life without having to look over your shoulder all of the time and hide any tracks -, but we still wish for that and to have a normal life. However, what is normal, anyway? I thought back in 1999, working at the Crashdown, going to school, and going shopping with Maria was normal. Now, the life I had back in 1999 seems alien to me and at the present, the life I am living is my normalcy now. I do not think I can ever go back, but I do not think I want to really. Once a road is taken, you can never go back on it.
Michael and Maria got married soon after Max and I did. They were the happiest I had ever seen them and we were all shocked Michael actually proposed. The wedding was simple, but beautiful and they did not have a honeymoon, because we had to go back on the road.
Sometimes, I feel sorry for Kyle, he has no one, but it does not ever seem to bother him, and he gave up everything he knew to help and to be with us. No longer is he traveling with us as well. When we were in LA, an agent saw him while he got groceries and signed him up for modeling for a magazine. Can you believe that? Kyle, a model – I thought he was joking when he first told us all.
I have been stalling while I write in my new journal as we travel on this lone stretch of road. I started writing again because of Maria and I just got back in the mood to write all that happened to get me start to write again. I will start at the beginning. Last year after Kyle left our group, we thought it would be safe to go back home for a short visit. We were wrong.
Maria looked at the back of Max's' head. "Can we please stop Max? We have been going for three days straight. I am tired and I really have to pee." Maria whined, "I also need to stretch my legs."
Max looked in the rear view mirror and then to the side, at Liz, who nodded.
"I think it would be a good idea to stop before we get blood clots in our legs." She said jokingly and smiled innocently.
Max laughed slightly as Liz said that and then looked at Michael in the rear view mirror. He just shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever you want Maxwell." He said.
Maria rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Why can't you be agreeable sometimes, Space boy?" she demanded.
"Because I don't want to get into a fight." He shot back.
"Well, too late you started a fight! If you have said something more then, 'whatever, Maxwell', then we wouldn't be fighting." Maria said exasperated.
"You are the one fighting." Michael mumbled.
"What did you say?" Maria demanded, her eyebrows narrowing dangerously.
"Nothing." Michael mumbled.
Maria tisked and crossed her arms but said no more.
Max drove for ten more minutes and soon he reached a rest stop. He stopped the car and everyone got out, happy to stretch their legs. Maria rushed to the bathroom as quickly as she could and Michael went to a vending machine to get something to eat.
Liz looked at Max, who was standing guard by the van and went over to him. "Hey Max." she said quietly, putting a hand in her pocket.
Max looked at Liz and smiled at her. He reached over and touched her face gently. "This it the first time we have been a lone for a long time." He said to her.
Liz nodded. "Yeah. I can't believe it." She said. She got onto tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Max kissed back gently and put an arm around her waist. Liz lowered herself and looked up into Max's' eyes and smiled.
"Max, why don't we go home? I mean to back to Roswell." She said, "I think it is safe to go home. It has been over two years since they started to look for us. Also, we have been paying attention to the papers and the news. We haven't been mentioned once."
"It isn't safe, Liz." Max began
"It is. Think, if we go back, it will throw our trail? They are watching for us to go forward, but -"
Max put a hand up to stop her from talking. "All right Liz, you have a point. We will talk to the others and see what they think." He said, kissing her lightly on the cheek and walking off.
Liz smiled and leaned her head against the wall behind her. Home, she thought, smiling a little. It will be great to see my dad again. Maybe we can actually settle down for a little while.
When Liz saw Maria head out of the bathroom, she quickly went to the door. After Liz had gone to the bathroom and washed her hands, she washed her face and brushed her short, brown hair. I cannot believe I cut my hair. I look - horrible. I am so going to grow my hair out.
She sighed, replacing her brush back in her scuffed, black leather bag.Liz made sure that the bathroom was straight and then left. She strode over to the van and sat down in the shotgun seat sidesaddle. Everyone else was there and it appeared they were waiting for her. Maria was leaning against the van, as was Michael, and Max was standing a foot away from it so that he could address them all face-to-face.
"What is this meeting all about anyway?" Maria asked
Max looked at everyone, taking a long glance at Liz and a warning one to Michael. He sighed and opened his mouth, but closed it – he knew he was stalling, but he did not care. Max took a deep breath.
"Well, I was wondering what you all thought of going back to Roswell for a while?" Max asked
"Are you serious, Max?" Maria said – nearly squealing at that notion.
"So I guess that is a yes." Michael muttered
"What is your problem Guerin?" Maria snapped, "Aren't you happy about going back home?"
"Home? Roswell is not home to me, Maria. Have you forgotten that I did not have a good life there?" he demanded raising his eyebrows, "But my vote does not count anyway; I'm out numbered."
Michael strode away, his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Maria started to go to him, but Max stopped her. "Let him be by himself, Maria, he'll cool down soon." He said to her.
Maria nodded and sighed. "All right, I won't follow him." She said, crossing her arms, "I hope he does calm down before we start up again. I don't want to go the whole way without talking to each other."
Liz laughed a little and patted Maria's arm.
"We're going home. I can't believe it" Maria said to her best friend. Maria walked away and around the van to get in. "Nor me." Liz whispered, leaning her head back and smiling again.