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Forgotten

Summary: This story is about one day, in Michael's life, in which several things events will happen. A day that he thinks no-one remembers. It will be a long time before he can forget. A day that will be a long time before anyone could forget. Michael & Isabel centered Fic, Tess & Alex friendship.

Laying a heavy hand on the horn, Isabel showed her impatience. She was slightly surprised to find that Michael was enjoying her way of expressing her frustration. Smirking at him, she pressed down on the horn again as Alex emerged from his house. 'At lest he is smiling now, I wonder what made him so morose?' Isabel contemplated.

"I'm coming! I'm coming. Keep your antennas on!" Alex bellowed as he dashed towards the Jeep.

"We don't have any," Tess declared slightly confused. Leaning forward Tess asked, "Is it a tradition to wear one?"

"It's an expression. It's the same thing as 'keep your pants on' but since this is Roswell, we say 'antennas.' And hell no! We don't wear them today," Michael answered as he fought to keep the smile off of his face.

"But that statement implies that there is a day when we do wear them," Alex argued as he jumped into the backseat which caused Tess to gasp in surprise.

"What is it with men and not opening car doors?" Tess demanded as she shot Alex a cold glare for his antics.

As they caught each other's eyes in the review mirror both Alex and Michael state, "Dukes of Hazard."

"What?" Tess inquired confused.

"Oh no, Michael! You are not blaming your behavior on a television show," Isabel instructed as she puts her Jeep into gear. "No matter how good both Alex and you would like to think that show was."

"But Izzy!" Michael countered getting into the swing of the argument. "Even you liked to watch it." Out of the corner of his eye, Michael watched a bright smile grow on Isabel's face. 'You look radiant when you smile,' Michael reflected.

"That's because Luke Duke was hot. Where as you and Alex are lacking in appeal," Isabel declared. She spotted the flare of pain in his eyes before she winked at him. She spotted the twinkle of playfulness in his eyes. "Plus it's not Luke Duke jumping around in my jeep."

"What? I'll have you know that some people consider me to be the indisputable 'king of hotness' Isabel Evans," Michael claimed.

"Where are these people? How come I haven't met one?" Isabel questioned.

"Ah, Maria!" Tess singed from the backset. "You know her."

"What! She doesn't count; she's Maria, for god's sakes. Right Alex?" Isabel stated.

"Sure, Isabel. Now it's 'right Alex.' The same Alex who's lacking in appeal," Alex snickered. "I'll have you know that half the girls of Roswell High pant after Michael."

"They just pant?" Tess laughed getting into the argument also. "According to Maria, they do a lot more then pant."

"Oh, please. You should hear what Liz says about the girls going after…." Alex alleged before he grimaced. "Sorry Tess."

"It's fine. I know how they feel."" Tess answered in a small voice.

"Tess, don't get bummed about it," Michael command as he turned around. "You don't see me getting all upset, and today is my day." Seeing Tess's confused expression, Michael silently swore when horrified realization bloomed across her face.

"HE FORGOT!" Isabel shrieked, blasting his left ear. "How could he forget? I … I'll kill him. I run him over with my car!" Isabel threatened. She gripped the steering wheel hard as her knuckles became white. Pure rage sparked within her at the notion that Max forgot.

"You don't have a car, but I won't want to be around when the two of you catch up with him," Alex laughed attempting to lighten the mood.

"I think you killed my hearing Izzy. Do you have to act like a girl?" Michael complained as he groaned.

"I am a girl," Isabel snapped. 'A girl who can see that you have been hurt one too many times.'

"Well that does explain the bad mood," Tess whispered to Alex. She looked at Michael and offered, "Maybe he does remember, but is planning something special for later."

"Tess," Michael groaned as her optimistic hope.

"This day is not over with Michael, and I refuse to believe that Maxwell has simply forgotten what today is," Tess passionately argued. "I highly doubt that he simply forget you."

"He's on a date with Liz, Tess. Trust me, he forgot," Michael alleged flatly.

"Did he say he was on a date with Liz? Or did you blow up when you thought he had a date with Liz?" Alex questioned. "I am going to have go with Tess on this one. Liz is many things, but I highly doubt she's worth ruining a valued friendship over." Seeing the look of shock everyone face, Alex laughed in delight. "Wow, if this was all it took to shock you people, I would have done with months ago."

"But you're her friend?" Tess maintained.

"Yes, I am," Alex agreed. "But even I can see that Liz has faults. I personally think that the reason they cling so hard to each other is because Liz wants to feel extra-special while Max wants to feel normal."

"That idea has some merit," Isabel stated as she looked over towards Michael. "So, are we going to spend all day debating over their 'relationship'? Or are we going to get this show on the road?"

"Take me to the general store; I am in desperate need of some Snapple," Michael ordered.


 TBC !