Author's Note: Well, it seems I've decided to try it again. I haven't
written for a very long time, I've been in a very long writer's block. I
suddenly got the urge to write again the other night, though. I had this
old story from another fan fiction genre, and I decided to make it Roswell.
By reading this story, you have to let go of your preconceived notions of
the characters. The way I portray them isn't exactly how they were on the
show.
Anyway, I hope you like this story as much as I do, and I hope it goes over well. Please review if you read it, even if you don't like it. I swear it will get more interesting in the upcoming chapters and hopefully those will be coming soon. OK! Enough blah blah blahing.
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Fading Summer Warmth
"Maria!" I heard the soft voice whisper through the wind of the hot June day. I looked up quickly to see the door to the house that was now so far away open, and saw my mother calling me. "Maria!" She called again and I began the trek back from the fields to the house. I walked through the long rows of corn slowly and ran my hands along the short corn stalks, just beginning to break through the soil into new life. I looked up at the sky which was slowly changing to a warm orange and would soon die out into night. Summer had come and the corn season was just beginning. I had graduated from high school five days ago. My high school days were over but the memories were never forgotten in my mind. Soon I would travel away from the farm to the big University- across the state from our small farming town in Nebraska. Soon I would no longer be surrounded by the fields of corn and the scattered houses that I was used to but would be surrounded by the huge buildings of Lincoln.
I reached the house and opened the screen door, letting it slam behind me. I walked over to the kitchen table and sat next to my younger sister and brother who had already gathered at the table. My mother was working diligently at the stove to cook up our dinner. I heard the boards in the hall creak and looked over to see my father emerge from his bedroom, his hair freshly washed he looked clean and smelled of Ivory soap as he sat next to me at the head of the table. My mother brought over the meatloaf that she had made for our dinner that night and smiled at us all as she too sat at the other end of the table as my father. Without speaking we all took hands and my father led us in our daily prayer. The summer had just began and already the days were uniform, all running together in a series of repetition.
We ate for probably five minutes in silence before my father finally spoke up. From the look on his stern face, I could tell he'd been thinking all day.
"We had a good season this year," he said and everyone looked up at him to see what would follow. "We made money with the animals in the winter," he went on, "and I was thinking that we may need help this summer- tending to the corn and taking care of the farm."
"Can we afford that, Harold?" My mother asked, the worry evident in her eyes. My father nodded a short quick nod.
"I looked over the books last night to see if it is possible, and it is. We made a solid profit last season and it is definitely possible. Bob told me of a boy- he lives over in Wyoming. The boy is looking for work- a friend of Bob's family. Good boy- did good in school. Graduated two years ago but stayed to help his dad in their family business. What do you think Susan?" He said looking over at my mom. I saw my mother's forehead crease as it usually does when she is really thinking something through.
"I'm just not sure, Harold. Are you completely sure we have enough for it?" "Susan, you know what good herds we had this year. We mad twice as much as we did the year before, don't be jaded. Last year was a bad year. I promise you we have enough, with the help of the boy I know our corn profit could possibly triple." He said and caught my mother's eye.
"OK then. Hire the boy- it will be good to have some new young blood around this place anyway," she smiled. Her gaze fell on me and my father followed her glance.
"Maria, would you mind having a boy your age living here? He would take the attic room." My father asked me, somewhat concerned.
"Of course it's alright, Dad. I'm not five you know- boys don't have cooties anymore," I said and smiled at him.
He smiled warmly at me and patted my leg, "good then, it is all settled. I will hire him and I suspect he will arrive Thursday."
For the rest of the meal I was silent. Thursday would give me two days to prepare to have a boy living in our house- a boy my age. A boy who was not my brother. I was always a shy girl- I hardly ever talked at our small country school, I knew everyone and everyone knew me, but I kept my distance. You would probably call me a loner if you knew me. I had few friends in high school and didn't drink and smoke like the others in my school did. I mostly kept to myself except when I was with my friends. I just wasn't really used to interaction with people my age- especially boys.
*~Thursday~*
I looked out the window at the Taxi as it slowly rolled down the country road and entered the private road into our land. Before even seeing, I knew who was in that car. It was the boy- the boy who was going to work for my father. Michael was what my father said his name was. Michael was 20, two years older than I was, and he was from a medium-sized town in Wyoming. He worked for his father's trucking company. They sent trucks all over the country and Michael had skipped out on college so that he could stay and help his Dad with the business. He wanted to work up the money now, though, so that he could go to a university and learn so that he could move away from his Wyoming town. The car out front stopped and I anxiously waited to see this boy who would be staying in my house for the summer.
"Is he here Ria?" I heard my father's voice behind me as I shifted my gaze briefly to see him heading towards the door.
"Yes," I answered and I looked back out to see the boy getting out of the car. I can't really remember what I thought of Michael when I first saw him- whether I was disgusted or astonished, I truly can not remember. I watched him curiously as I saw my father emerge from the front door, a bright smile spread across his weathered face, and his eyes shown with the happiness that he felt to have some help this summer. Michael towered above my father, his broad shoulders relaxing when my father shook his hand with a friendly smile. The light reflected off his dark brown hair, and his smile lay crooked on his face.
My father took his small suitcase and led Michael into the house. He came through the door, and immediately my younger brother and sister's heads popped shyly out of the door from the kitchen and my mother walked into the living room with a smile on her face and an apron wrapped around her waist.
"Michael I presume?" My mother asked as she shook his hand.
"Yes ma'am, it's very nice to meet you." He said with a slight hint of a southern drawl that made me wonder where he had gotten it as he smiled and looked around the small room.
My father turned towards me. "Michael, this is my daughter, Maria, and the two peaking out of the door there are Johnny and Emily. They are the other members of the family- well, if you don't count the animals," he let out a small laugh and an uncomfortable silence followed his statement. I think we were all trying to get used to each other in a way. It had always been just Mom, Dad, Johnny, Emily, and I in the house and never had someone else lived with us.
My dad helped Michael get his things up into the attic where he would be staying until late September while my mother worked on the dinner that we would eat that night and I was left to watch over Emily and Johnny. Johnny was 9 and Emily was 13 at that point. Emily could have very well taken care of Johnny by herself but my mother insisted that I also stay to watch over the little brats when she wasn't in the room. It's not that I hated my brother and sister, because they are nice siblings, but I just didn't understand why I had to watch over them 24/7.
I sat on the couch while I watched them play a board game on the family room floor. I heard the boards in the floor creak behind me and I shifted my eyes and saw Michael enter the room. His presence was still unfamiliar in the house, and in a way his gaze made me uncomfortable as it landed on me. He slowly walked over and sat down on the couch next to me. I could feel the nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I just wasn't used to having people my age around the house, I guess, but I knew that it would take some time to get used to.
"So, Maria right?" Michael asked.
"Yup, that's me." I answered and smiled over at him.
"So how old are you, Maria? You seem to be the one closest to my age in this whole house."
"I'm 18. I just graduated from high school." I said, meeting his inquiring eyes.
"Very cool," he nodded. "So are you going to go to college this year then?" He asked as he turned his attention away from the game and over in my direction.
"Yeah, I'm going to UNL in the fall." I answered.
"Very good school. I so want to go to college this fall. I just need to get the money. My parents don't have that much and I want to do as much for them money-wise as I can." Michael explained to me as we sat and watched Emily and Johnny fight over who had actually won the game.
"So what are you going to major in then?" I asked. It was good to talk to someone- a male to be exact- and one who wasn't nine. We talked for about a half an hour, until my mother called us into the kitchen for dinner. Michael made me smile. He joked with me and kept trying to make me laugh. I guess I could say I had a little crush on Michael at that point, of course I never knew it at that time.
Anyway, I hope you like this story as much as I do, and I hope it goes over well. Please review if you read it, even if you don't like it. I swear it will get more interesting in the upcoming chapters and hopefully those will be coming soon. OK! Enough blah blah blahing.
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Fading Summer Warmth
"Maria!" I heard the soft voice whisper through the wind of the hot June day. I looked up quickly to see the door to the house that was now so far away open, and saw my mother calling me. "Maria!" She called again and I began the trek back from the fields to the house. I walked through the long rows of corn slowly and ran my hands along the short corn stalks, just beginning to break through the soil into new life. I looked up at the sky which was slowly changing to a warm orange and would soon die out into night. Summer had come and the corn season was just beginning. I had graduated from high school five days ago. My high school days were over but the memories were never forgotten in my mind. Soon I would travel away from the farm to the big University- across the state from our small farming town in Nebraska. Soon I would no longer be surrounded by the fields of corn and the scattered houses that I was used to but would be surrounded by the huge buildings of Lincoln.
I reached the house and opened the screen door, letting it slam behind me. I walked over to the kitchen table and sat next to my younger sister and brother who had already gathered at the table. My mother was working diligently at the stove to cook up our dinner. I heard the boards in the hall creak and looked over to see my father emerge from his bedroom, his hair freshly washed he looked clean and smelled of Ivory soap as he sat next to me at the head of the table. My mother brought over the meatloaf that she had made for our dinner that night and smiled at us all as she too sat at the other end of the table as my father. Without speaking we all took hands and my father led us in our daily prayer. The summer had just began and already the days were uniform, all running together in a series of repetition.
We ate for probably five minutes in silence before my father finally spoke up. From the look on his stern face, I could tell he'd been thinking all day.
"We had a good season this year," he said and everyone looked up at him to see what would follow. "We made money with the animals in the winter," he went on, "and I was thinking that we may need help this summer- tending to the corn and taking care of the farm."
"Can we afford that, Harold?" My mother asked, the worry evident in her eyes. My father nodded a short quick nod.
"I looked over the books last night to see if it is possible, and it is. We made a solid profit last season and it is definitely possible. Bob told me of a boy- he lives over in Wyoming. The boy is looking for work- a friend of Bob's family. Good boy- did good in school. Graduated two years ago but stayed to help his dad in their family business. What do you think Susan?" He said looking over at my mom. I saw my mother's forehead crease as it usually does when she is really thinking something through.
"I'm just not sure, Harold. Are you completely sure we have enough for it?" "Susan, you know what good herds we had this year. We mad twice as much as we did the year before, don't be jaded. Last year was a bad year. I promise you we have enough, with the help of the boy I know our corn profit could possibly triple." He said and caught my mother's eye.
"OK then. Hire the boy- it will be good to have some new young blood around this place anyway," she smiled. Her gaze fell on me and my father followed her glance.
"Maria, would you mind having a boy your age living here? He would take the attic room." My father asked me, somewhat concerned.
"Of course it's alright, Dad. I'm not five you know- boys don't have cooties anymore," I said and smiled at him.
He smiled warmly at me and patted my leg, "good then, it is all settled. I will hire him and I suspect he will arrive Thursday."
For the rest of the meal I was silent. Thursday would give me two days to prepare to have a boy living in our house- a boy my age. A boy who was not my brother. I was always a shy girl- I hardly ever talked at our small country school, I knew everyone and everyone knew me, but I kept my distance. You would probably call me a loner if you knew me. I had few friends in high school and didn't drink and smoke like the others in my school did. I mostly kept to myself except when I was with my friends. I just wasn't really used to interaction with people my age- especially boys.
*~Thursday~*
I looked out the window at the Taxi as it slowly rolled down the country road and entered the private road into our land. Before even seeing, I knew who was in that car. It was the boy- the boy who was going to work for my father. Michael was what my father said his name was. Michael was 20, two years older than I was, and he was from a medium-sized town in Wyoming. He worked for his father's trucking company. They sent trucks all over the country and Michael had skipped out on college so that he could stay and help his Dad with the business. He wanted to work up the money now, though, so that he could go to a university and learn so that he could move away from his Wyoming town. The car out front stopped and I anxiously waited to see this boy who would be staying in my house for the summer.
"Is he here Ria?" I heard my father's voice behind me as I shifted my gaze briefly to see him heading towards the door.
"Yes," I answered and I looked back out to see the boy getting out of the car. I can't really remember what I thought of Michael when I first saw him- whether I was disgusted or astonished, I truly can not remember. I watched him curiously as I saw my father emerge from the front door, a bright smile spread across his weathered face, and his eyes shown with the happiness that he felt to have some help this summer. Michael towered above my father, his broad shoulders relaxing when my father shook his hand with a friendly smile. The light reflected off his dark brown hair, and his smile lay crooked on his face.
My father took his small suitcase and led Michael into the house. He came through the door, and immediately my younger brother and sister's heads popped shyly out of the door from the kitchen and my mother walked into the living room with a smile on her face and an apron wrapped around her waist.
"Michael I presume?" My mother asked as she shook his hand.
"Yes ma'am, it's very nice to meet you." He said with a slight hint of a southern drawl that made me wonder where he had gotten it as he smiled and looked around the small room.
My father turned towards me. "Michael, this is my daughter, Maria, and the two peaking out of the door there are Johnny and Emily. They are the other members of the family- well, if you don't count the animals," he let out a small laugh and an uncomfortable silence followed his statement. I think we were all trying to get used to each other in a way. It had always been just Mom, Dad, Johnny, Emily, and I in the house and never had someone else lived with us.
My dad helped Michael get his things up into the attic where he would be staying until late September while my mother worked on the dinner that we would eat that night and I was left to watch over Emily and Johnny. Johnny was 9 and Emily was 13 at that point. Emily could have very well taken care of Johnny by herself but my mother insisted that I also stay to watch over the little brats when she wasn't in the room. It's not that I hated my brother and sister, because they are nice siblings, but I just didn't understand why I had to watch over them 24/7.
I sat on the couch while I watched them play a board game on the family room floor. I heard the boards in the floor creak behind me and I shifted my eyes and saw Michael enter the room. His presence was still unfamiliar in the house, and in a way his gaze made me uncomfortable as it landed on me. He slowly walked over and sat down on the couch next to me. I could feel the nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I just wasn't used to having people my age around the house, I guess, but I knew that it would take some time to get used to.
"So, Maria right?" Michael asked.
"Yup, that's me." I answered and smiled over at him.
"So how old are you, Maria? You seem to be the one closest to my age in this whole house."
"I'm 18. I just graduated from high school." I said, meeting his inquiring eyes.
"Very cool," he nodded. "So are you going to go to college this year then?" He asked as he turned his attention away from the game and over in my direction.
"Yeah, I'm going to UNL in the fall." I answered.
"Very good school. I so want to go to college this fall. I just need to get the money. My parents don't have that much and I want to do as much for them money-wise as I can." Michael explained to me as we sat and watched Emily and Johnny fight over who had actually won the game.
"So what are you going to major in then?" I asked. It was good to talk to someone- a male to be exact- and one who wasn't nine. We talked for about a half an hour, until my mother called us into the kitchen for dinner. Michael made me smile. He joked with me and kept trying to make me laugh. I guess I could say I had a little crush on Michael at that point, of course I never knew it at that time.