Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Roswell characters.
AN: Another short chapter, I know, but they are all going to be short. Just please bear with me! As soon as I get them typed, I will put them up. I already have a few more chapters hand written so we'll see what I can get up in the next day or two!
ISABEL
I was vaguely aware of the fact that Maria and Kyle switched seats. It didn't matter. My thoughts were elsewhere.
Jesse…It hurt to think his name, to see him in my mind. To look at my ring.
Absent mindedly, I twirled my ring around my finger. As much as it hurt me, it gave me hope. Hope that I would see my husband again one day.
I heard Maria muttering next to me. Something had obviously happened between her and Michael. Glancing at Michael, I saw that he was fuming. Great. Just what we need—more drama. I can't take it anymore.
"Max, I need to stop at the next reststop."
"Iz, I can't stop, we're still too close to Roswell."
"I really have to go to the bathroom!" I snapped at him. Brothers can be so annoying.
"Iz…"
"I NEED to stop!"
"The princess has spoken."
My temper flared as I hit Michael on the back of the head.
"Ow!"
"And I need to talk to Space Boy," Maria spat. "Privately."
Michael grunted as Max sighed, "Fine, we'll stop."
