Two years after graduation the six friends head off to their new home in a small town in Minnesota. They never stay in the same place for more than six months.

"We're here," Michael said parking their now green van in front of a Best Western.

"Another six months of silence and trying not to break old barriers," Kyle mumbled so only Isabel had heard him. Isabel knew Kyle was having a tough time out of Roswell, they spent many a nights talking about what they miss about their town...their home. Hearing him say this, she brought her arm to his shoulder without saying anything.

"Grab your bags and lets get checked in," Max asserted. As usual they had three rooms. One for the married couple, Max and Liz. One for Michael and Maria, no one knew what kind of couple they had become. And another two bed hotel room for Kyle and Isabel. It was awkward at first getting use to share a room with your friends who you have no other connection with.

"It's a nice room," Kyle jabbered, "for a hotel room."

""Yeah I suppose it is," Isabel beamed. For whatever reason she got excited when they moved into a new hotel. "Look Kyle! We each have night stands."

"Wow," he spat.

"Are you okay?" I heard what you said before," she sympathized.

"I just miss normal."

"I would too, If I ever experienced it," she hugged him. This always made Kyle incredibly uncomfortable. He still had some feeling for her even though he never disclosed this to her. He was way too scared to admit his feelings for her to her. He made his usual sarcastic comment and laid down in one of the beds. It was late and they traveled far, from Michigan. He was tired. Isabel was not tired, she laid in her bed for five minutes and then broke the silence.

"Kyle?"

"What?" he sighed. She did this often when she couldn't sleep, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Okay," she gave up. Kyle let it go for a few minutes than sat up knowing he also would not be able to sleep until he knew what she had to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you get sick of this? Don't you get sick of not knowing anyone except us?" she asked.

"No, I only had you guys in Roswell. There is no other way anyway."

"I know that there isn't any other way. But I really wish there was," she confided.

"We all do Isabel. But you shouldn't be thinking of things you can't change," he urged.

"You're right."

"Like always," he joked, it made her smile.

"I love you," she commented. She started to say this to him last year. Whether it was true or not, Kyle thought it was something she said because she needed to say those words to someone, anyone.

"Can I got to sleep now?" he asked. He never said I love you to her because he thought it would sound like the truth. And he didn't want anyone to know the truth.

"Yes. Good night."

"Night." He waited for her to do her ritual before he could actually fall asleep, he pretended to be sleeping. She would check all her bed linens for cleanliness, brush her teeth, wash her face and then cry herself to sleep. She did this most every nights thinking Kyle had fallen asleep. Some nights Kyle couldn't resist and he would pretend to wake up so he could console her. She was always embarrassed but always let him talk her out of whatever she was crying about.

The next morning Kyle woke up before Isabel. So he jumped in the shower knowing that Isabel takes ten times as much time in the bathroom as he does.

Right as Kyle shut off the water, Isabel woke up. Thinking Kyle went down for breakfast, Isabel went into the bathroom just as Kyle was stepping out of the shower...naked. Kyle heard the door and froze. Once Isabel saw Kyle she also froze. In the two years they had shared rooms this never happened. Kyle finally processed what was going on and then he quickly grabbed a towel and asked, "Can you knock next time?" He said this so calmly it shocked Isabel she had thought he was as modest as she was.

"Sure," and walked out of the bathroom.