Maria Deluca brushed her long blonde hair, with pink stripes, out of her face as she looked at the map spread over the dash of her red Jetta. She quickly mapped a route and realized that in only 2 hours she would finally be in Roswell.
Michael's POV
I walked into the Crashdown hoping that Max or Isabel would be there. I was bored and needed something to keep me entertained, though I did not want them to know that. As I glanced around the small café, I spotted Max seated in the back. I walked over to seat across from him noticing that he did not once glance at me. This was because as ever he only had enough attention for a certain waitress, Liz Parker.
It didn't bother me that much. I always wondered though, if it would ever happen to me. No, Michael, I thought to myself. I don't want that happen. I don't need love. I'm happy the way things are. But as I glanced at the way Liz and Max blushed and hid their faces when they caught each other's glances, I realized I was a big fat liar.
Maria's POV
I parked the Jetta, a lameass car that I wish I could get rid of. But I know that it has a special locater in it that will broadcast back to my friends. I don't know how they convinced me to do this. I really should stop being so afraid to say no. I got out of the car and gasped at the oppressive heat that greeted me. Great, I thought, I leave New York, the greatest city on Earth, for the middle of nowhere, where it seems the only thing to do is sweat and watch the sand move.
I walked up to the only restaurant in the area, The Crashdown. As I walked in I realized that my friends in New York would probably be laughing their heads off at this. Maybe this was just a practical joke. Yeah babe, go to Roswell. Find aliens. Yeah this place was full of them, little green ones to be exact, I thought looking at the decorations. As I walked in laughing to myself, I glanced at the back of the restaurant and what I saw took the breath from my body.