From the archives: Yes, I located my stash of Roswell fanfic while I was at my parents' home over the holidays this year. Aside from a few spelling corrections, I'm publishing them without major editing. Yes, I was a much different writer when I initially wrote and published these (15+ years ago, which is mind-boggling to me). Please be kind to the version of me that wrote these.
Disclaimer: Didn't own it then. Don't own it now. Roswell and its characters (still, I assume) belong to Warner Brothers.
So maybe things were going better than anyone had expected. After surviving their week at school, all six were gathered in the living room for an evening and were trying to decide on which movie they should watch. Of course, Michael Guerin had one stipulation...
"It has to have a Dalmatian in it."
...and thus Maria smacked him upside the head with a pillow.
"Shut up, Bonebrain. I vote for..."
"No one cares what you vote for, Cheesehead."
Maria pouted, and Michael felt the wrath of the pillow once more.
"Would you please stop doing that, Maria?"
Using her real name always got her to do what was wanted. It had become Michael's secret weapon.
Maria pouted, but restrained herself from hitting him again.
"Geesh! If only you two would stop fighting every once in a while, we might actually be able to pick a movie."
Michael cracked a grin, and although he knew he shouldn't have said anything...
"We're the only two that would actually be watching the movie, so we should get to choose it!"
...and of course he got whacked with four pillows right in the face.
"Gee... Thanks guys."
A half an hour later, the group was still attempting to decide which movie to watch.
"Just pick 101 Dalmatians and get it over with! I know you all want to watch it anyway!"
"Michael! This is not like your eggs, okay? We don't want to watch it!"
"Shut up, Isabel. You know you like the dogs."
"Fine. Just put it in. Maybe he'll shut up."
Michael lit up like a Christmas tree.
By the end of the movie, Michael and Maria had forgiven each other and all was right in their world. Snuggled up next to each other, they glanced around at the rest; all of whom were asleep.
"Told you they wouldn't watch the movie. They always either fall asleep or make out and then fall asleep. I'd think they'd find something better to do with their time..."
"Michael, shut up."
"Okay."
"What do you think will happen tomorrow?"
"I don't really know. Would you be up to watching the movie again?"
"No, Michael, I don't think so. I was thinking about something off of the couch and having to do with exercise. Any ideas?"
"Not really. Can we talk about it in the morning?"
"Sure. Whatever, Michael."
And with that, both drifted off into Dreamland in each other's arms.