Disclaimer: I do not or could ever possibly own Roswell or the characters. I also have no right to the song this story is based on.
A/N: Wrote this after hearing All Over Me by Blake Shelton
One thing about Maria, she doesn't care. I don't mean she doesn't care about anything. She loves her friends and her family and music and, God only knows why, but me too. What I mean is that she didn't care what people thought of her. She did what she wanted, said what she wanted, and dressed how she wanted. One thing she did that I hated was the way she would come up and hug me or kiss me right there in front of everybody. It didn't matter where we were. We could be at the mall, school, or even on the street and she would try to hold my hand. People, even complete strangers, would stare or chuckle, as if I didn't notice. She was always all over me.
Me, I would just try not to let it effect me, or I would glare at her, it depended on who was around. I really hated how loud she was about it. She would just blurt out 'I love you' and expect me to say it right there and embarrass myself. Actually, I know she didn't really think I would but she would stare at me just to draw attention to us. People knew we were together, and Maria knew I loved her, but did everyone else have to hear me say it? She used to poke me in the side and jokingly get on my case about it. Though sometimes I could tell she was a little upset that I wouldn't say it. It was her fault for putting me on the spot. I hated the way she was all over me.
Now is a completely different story. Now she doesn't hug or kiss or tell me she loves me. I feel completely different about all those things. I wish she'd come up to me and do that, so I could show her it doesn't scare me or embarrass me anymore. I want people to stare or laugh. I want strangers to hear me tell her I love her. I wish she'd tease me so I could prove her wrong, but instead I stare at her with her new boyfriend. Now I know better. Now, I would crawl on my knees for the whole world to see. I would walk a million miles just to fall at her feet. I would climb a thousand mountains and swim a billion seas to get me to her. Most of all I'd be her everything and I'd never again see the hurt in her eyes from when I denied her 'I love you'. I would do all of that now. Now that she's all over me.