Chapter 2:

Mel POV:

Melinda came walking into the kitchen early the next morning before school already to go. She wore low-rise tight hip hugger jeans, a dark gray vintage Rolling Stones tee, black three row studded belt, and black dr. marten midcalf boots. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail small strands framing her face and dangling down from the crown of her head in some spots. She wore simplistic make-up, no jewelry, and she had headphones on as she walked in.

"Melinda!" Liz exclaimed. Melinda didn't look up from buttering some toast for breakfast. "Melinda!" She tried again a little louder. Melinda still didn't make a move to notice her.

"Melinda!" All of the six adults shouted. Melinda jumped and looked up at them.

"What!" She exclaimed startled ripping the small headphones from her ears.

"Ah was the princess scared." Matt mocked walking in ready for school as well. He went straight to the fridge for orange juice and Melinda snatched the Tabasco from inside the door before he could.

"So what were you listening to?" Maria asked to stop world war three from occurring for yet another morning in the Evans, Guerin, and Valenti home.

Melinda giggled knowing what they were trying to do. "Breaking Benjamin- Evil Angel." She answered.

"Breaking who?" Maria, Liz, Max, Isabelle, Michael and Kyle asked.

Melinda rolled her eyes at the outrageous question. "Obviously they are out of your time loop." Matt jumped in. Mel looked up at him shocked at what he had sad. He doesn't listen to breaking Benjamin. Does he?

"What would you know about them? You don't like the stuff from early twenty first century?" Melinda asked calmly.

Matt looked over and smirked. "It was either get a new taste in music or listen to dad's Metallica collection for the billionth time, so I bummed some music from your hard drive."

I don't know whether to be pissed off or cocky. Melinda thought. He had taken music off her laptop hard drive, which meant he hacked into her wireless connection and her private laptop, but he had taken her music, which just proved she had good taste. "When?" She chose to ask. Not unaware of the stunned looks from the adults as they were talking civilly to each other.

"About three months ago." Matt answered truthfully not looking at her but at his orange juice as he poured it into a glass instead of drinking it straight from the carton like he normally would.

Melinda was a little pissed and decided to make in known. "Well I'm proud you finally out grew Michaels Metallica tastes, but you ever hack my wireless connection again I'll do serious damage to your vitals, got it?" She said a little agitated.

Matt looked up at her a little stunned by her sudden agitated state. He couldn't do anything right in her book could he? "Yeah whatever." He remarked like a smartass.

"What's wrong with Metallica?" Michael jumped in seeing the pending war on the rise if they kept talking now.

Melinda and Matt looked up at him. Matt shrugged and Melinda smirked. "I think thirty seven years or so is enough of the same band. I don't know how you can listen to the same stuff day in and day out."

Michael chuckled. "Cause I like my music thank you. Besides what you listen to isn't better then Metallica!" He remarked smirking at her.

"I think Maria might disagree with that." Mel grinned at Michael.

Maria threw her hands up in playful defense. "Hey leave me out of this. We've fought about music in that past."

"Ok well then I am off to school." Mel said taking her toast, which was now doused in hot sauce, and grabbed her dickies purse and keys off the counter.

"Can I get a ride?" Matt asked putting his glass in the sink after chugging it.

Mel looked over at him skeptically. "Sure I guess." She said softly. "Since Michael still hasn't fixed what's wrong with your car."

"Then why don't you just do it for him." Matt smirked at her.

Melinda scoffed. "That would mean I'd have to like you to do that favor, which I don't." She said cockily and started out of the Kitchen.

"Bye!" Matt waved lamely and headed off after her snatching his backpack from by the front door and going out to the passenger side door of Melinda's car.

Adults:

"Have any of you ever thought to ask why they hate each other so much?" Kyle asked the four friends.

They shrugged. "It was like right after they got their powers they hated each other." Maria said.

Kyle nodded. "Yeah I remember that. It was just a little on the strange side. I mean they went from Matty and Lindy to Deadbeat and Princess in like ten seconds flat." He said casually in thought.

"Well I think they protest to much." Michael said.

"What do you mean?" Isabelle asked Michael.

He shrugged and took a sip of his Snapple. "I mean I think they like each other and neither is willing to back of on the smug remarks." Michael said.

"What gives you the impression my daughter likes your son?" Liz grinned at her long time friend.

Michael smirked. "Ok so I think Matt likes Mel, but I wouldn't put it passed Mel to like Matt back. I mean they grew up together, for better or worse really like us they are all each other has to share their secret with besides us."

Max nodded. "I agree Mel has become especially volatile to Matt since last year, when he went on that date with that girl."

Maria smiled. "I remember that, she about had a conniption when he was heading out."

"Kind of like you and the skin from back in the day." Michael said.

"I did not have a conniption. I just…didn't like her." Maria replied glaring playfully at her husband.

Michael smirked smugly. "Whatever you say." He said.

Maria rolled her eyes. "So when are we going to talk about it?" She asked Liz directly.

"About what?" Liz asked feigning stupidity.

"Liz I know you better then you think." Maria remarked. "Hell we've been on the run for a long time now, and I can tell."

Liz nodded. She looked around the table at her friends. "I think it's time that maybe we took a small trip…"

"No don't say it." Michael interrupted abrasively.

"Michael let her finish." Maria said smacking his leg lightly. Michael silenced but kept a firm grasp on what was going to be said.

"To Roswell." Liz said softly.

Max looked over at her. "How long have you been thinking about this?" He asked calmly coaxing her with a soft smile.

Liz sighed. "A long time. I mean think about it Max Melinda hasn't ever gotten to meet her grandparents, and neither has Matt. I miss my parents and I know you all feel the same way."

"The exception being me." Michael claimed gruffly.

Liz shook her head. "No Michael you're not an exception. Just because you don't have parents doesn't mean you aren't part of a family."

"Liz is right babe. I mean my mom really started liking you spaceboy." Maria nudged him playfully.

Michael chuckled faintly. "Yeah I'm surprised she didn't have Valenti track us down so she could beat me over the head with a newspaper." He joked laughing lightly. Maria loved that laugh, and these days he laughed a lot. He was happy, happy with her and their son and their life.

Kyle grinned. "I kind of agree with Liz. I mean we write occasionally but never are around long enough to get letters back, and I don't know I kind of miss Roswell and my dad."

Isabelle sighed biting her lip lightly. "I agree too Max."

"I always wanted to leave Roswell, but I mean it's been so long I have to agree to." Maria said softly as Michaels arm wrapped around her shoulder and she snuggled close to his body.

Max nods. "Michael?"

Michael looks to Maria and smiles softly. "I think a short visit wouldn't hurt. We'll have to tweak our appearances somewhat, but a short visit wont hurt."

"Then it's settled, in a month Matt and Mel graduate and we head home for a visit. And from there…"

"I dunno." Liz said softly. "Max it's been so long do you really think the FBI is still looking for us?"

Max sighs and shrugs. "I don't know Liz."

"But we do have a small problem." Isabelle interrupted and then everyone looked at her intently. "Matt is a spitting image of Michael, and Lindy is the perfect mix of you and Liz, Max. If there is FBI still in Roswell it wont be hard to piece them with us."

"Yes it will." Michael said. "Because we'll have them change just a few simple things so that we're just another group of tourists passing through."

Liz sighed. "Michael you know how Mel feels about that."

Michael shrugged. "Don't care. It's for their safety. And Matt wont argue."

Maria rolled her eyes. "They'll want to meet their grandparents as themselves."

Max nodded. "Then we only reveal ourselves to family and those we trust in Roswell."

"And…" Liz trailed off softly.

Max looked over at her. "What? What is it Liz?"

Liz sighed. " I hate to bring this up since you hate talking about it, but…"

"Zan." Max finished for her and Liz nodded. "What if he lives still in Roswell you mean?" Liz nodded again. "Well we don't tell Melinda anything, if at all possible. We just have go and see what happens?"

Car Ride:

Matt POV:

"So what's with the boots? You normally wear those strappy things you call shoes." Matt asked to start conversation.

Mel snorted. "Their called heals, or pumps but you wouldn't know that. And the boots make it all the easier to get away from your friend." She remarked sarcastically.

Good thinking. A good chase will make him give up. Matt thought silently smirking to himself. "Why not just say yes?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Mel retorted. No. Matt thought silently. "Me busy with some guy and out of your hair." She added shaking her head.

Matt sighed knowing this conversation could only get worse. I don't want you out of my hair Lindy. I like having you around. All though you annoy me, it's kinda cute the way you get flustered. "Yep." He answered lying through his teeth.

"Whatever I'm not saying yes." Mel said agitatedly. "I don't know why he asked, but you can tell him he hasn't got a chance. Not my type or something." She said rolling her eyes. The red light would not change and it was frustrating her even more. They had ten minutes to be to school and this light seemed to be taking the most time out of her day.

Matt smirked. I wonder what her type is. He thought. "What is your type?" He asked casually.

Melinda scoffed. "Like I'm gonna tell you."

"Why not. We have a few minutes to kill and I know silence annoys you. It always has." Matt replied.

Melinda looked over at him grinned and turned the volume up on her stereo.

Put me to sleep evil angel,
Open your wings evil angel
ahhh!

I'm a believer, nothing could be worse,
All these imaginary friends,
Hiding betrayal, driving the nail,
Hoping to find a savior,
No, don't, leave me to die here,
Help me survive here alone, don't,
surrender, surrender

Put me to sleep evil angel
Open your wings evil angel, oohh
Fly over me evil angel
Why can't I breathe evil angel

Matt turned the music down. "Why can't we ever just have a civil conversation?" He asked simply.

Melinda seemed to think about this. "Because we just can't." She responded finally.

"That isn't a reason." Matt said smirking to himself.

"Why the sudden interest in talking Matty?" Melinda asked smirking at him cockily like she was trying to trick him into saying something that maybe he shouldn't. Matt knew that smile and she only called him Matty these days to tick him off. God I hate and love that smile. Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why cant I just go out with random girls in different schools and forget she exists, which is what she seems to want to do with me. He thought silently.

Matt shrugged. "I dunno. I just think that we've taken this a little far don't you think?"

Melinda shook her head back and forth for a minute. "No."

"Melinda how many times do I have to tell you I was five and killing Marty the goldfish was an accident?" Matt said seriously.

Mel POV:

Ha you hated Marty the goldfish! She exclaimed in her head remaining silent in the drivers seat. Well at least that's what I told myself when you blew the fish tank up. She added softly. "Again I ask why the sudden interest in talking Matt?" She said becoming slightly formal now.

Matt sighed. "Just forget it. It's obvious we'll never get along. I mean we're really all the other has. Don't you think?" He asked.

Mel scoffed. "You are not all I have. What do you mean by that anyway?"

"Mel you and I have alien powers. We can't share that with other people just between us." Matt said just as the light finally turned green and Mel practically floored it.

Matty you have a point there. She thought silently to herself. "I guess you're right, but we hate each other."

"No you hate me and I just retaliate." Matt proclaimed.

"What?" Mel shrieked. "You are not pinning all of this on me you deadbeat." She said angrily.

Matt shook his head. "If the heal fits Princess." He retorted.

"Ugghhh…" Mel hit the steering wheel aggressively twice with her falls. "This is always what happens Matt! Jesus do you always have to have a retort for a simple remark?" She asked pissed off now.

Matt rubbed his forehead. "You started it Lindy you know you did." He said softly.

Mel pulled in to a small parking lot of a gas station and parked the car. She looked over at Matt a little stunned. "What did you just call me?" She asked softly. Did he just call me Lindy? He hasn't called me that since we were kids. I use to call him Matty for fun, now I do it to irritate him, but Lindy was always what he called me until we started hating each other. A glimmer of hope arose in her that maybe he didn't truly hate her and they were both just severally pretending now days.

Matt POV:

Shit did I say that out loud? He asked himself. "Melinda, that is your name isn't it?" He remarked quickly to cover calling her the name he still thought her as, but never said out loud cause it had been his affectionate name for her as a child.

Mel shook her head. "No you called me Lindy. You haven't called me…"

"You heard wrong. Let's just get to school. We're going to be late." Matt interrupted her crossing his arms over his chest. Matt saw Mel shake her head lightly in disappointment and then she put the car in reverse backed out of the spot and then drove off towards the school. Was that sadness? He asked himself watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye so she didn't notice.

Mel POV:

The moment he said she heard wrong the small glimmer of hope that she had they were both pretending to hate each other died. Who am I kidding? I probably heard wrong, just cause I wanted to hear wrong and make something of nothing. He really does hate me and that will never change. She sniffled softly as she reached over and turned her stereo back up for the rest of the drive to the school.

Matt didn't say anything else and Melinda would be damned if she said anything to him the rest of the day. Why cant I just date normal guys and forget he exists cause that's what he's clearly done with me? Oh wait you can't date like normal teen girls. Matt's right you're part alien you'll never be normal. She thought.

The thought of the rest of forever with Matt didn't sound so bad, but it was just that only a thought. No matter how alike we are it'll never happen and when we're all alone we'll probably go our separate ways and never see each other again.

Melinda pulled into the school parking lot. The grounds were dead because they were late to school and all students were already in their classes. "Great what's another detention on my record." Matt muttered starting to get out of the car.

Mel sighed. "Wait!" She said softly. He paused from climbing out of the passenger seat and Melinda reached over grabbing a pad of pink slips from her glove compartment. One touch and it was the shade of purple this school were and a date stamp was on it. "Here. I made you late just give it to the teacher and they wont say anything." She said handing him a slip.

Melinda put the rest back not taking one for herself as she grabbed her purse and books, putting her keys in her front right pocket as she climbed out of the car. "What about you?" Matt asked closing the car door as she did the same and came around the back to head over to the school.

She shrugged. "Doesn't matter, Mr. T likes me he wont mark me tardy." She said casually.

Matt POV:

I guess I have to thank her now. Matt thought silently. "Thanks Mel." He said softly.

Melinda shook her head. "Don't mention it. And I mean that. If my dad or mom found out they'd kill me." She said heading off at a faster pace for class clutching her books to her chest and practically jogging into Mr. T's class. Matt came in a few minutes later to see Mr. T talking with Melinda out in the hall and he handed him the slip with a slight look at Melinda and then went into class.

I wonder what the old fart is talking to her about. Matt asked himself.

"Dude she's late. I didn't think she had the will power to be late." Eric whispered as he took his seat next to his friend.

Matt glanced over at him. "It's my fault really, she gave me a ride and I wanted to stop for snacks. I pestered till she finally gave in." He whispered back. The teacher and Melinda came back in and Melinda just rolled her eyes and sighed as she walked back to her seat next to her friend, but Matt didn't know her name.

"Dude you sure you ain't interested? You're staring like you're interested." Eric stated looking as his friend turned back to him stunned.

"Man no I am not interested. I just feel a little bad."

"Why you never feel bad when you make me late." He chuckled faintly keeping his voice low so the teacher didn't catch them.

Matt shrugged. "I know her parents and how they'll react. Mine sort of expect this stuff from me cause I'm pretty much just like my dad. But her parents aren't the same."

"So dude if I write her a note attached to a rose asking her out you think then she say yes?" Eric asked completely ignoring the rest of what they were talking about.

"Dude she told me to tell you, you aren't her type." He said softly.

Eric grinned. "I'm not a lot of girls type, but they still cave."

"I don't think she will. I mean why do you try so hard anyway?" Matt asked casually trying to act neutral.

An evil grin crossed Eric's face. "Just a little something, something."

Matt felt his heart beat faster and his blood start racing. There isn't a chance in hell you'll ever get a little something, something from my…god Damnit not again! Stop it Matt! He scolded Eric and then himself silently. "Mel's not like that." He whispered.

"They all say that. What happens is another story." He whispered and then his attention was drawn back to the teacher leaving Matt to his thoughts of decapitating him with a simple thought or gesture of his hand.

Mel POV:

After talking with Mr. T about the fact he was going to notify her parents of the tardiness, her day sort of flew by for a change. She avoided every possible chance Eric had to come up and ask her out again and after school she headed home alone after Matt text her and told her Eric was going to give him a lift.

So there she sat on the kitchen counter munching on potato chips her I-pod plugged up to her speakers blaring some old Ashlee Simpson songs. "Home!" She heard Matt call and she turned her music down just to hear him talking to someone. It wasn't Michael or Kyle they were at the shop working. Her dad was working and so were her mom, Aunt Iz and Maria.

Shit. Melinda thought jumping off the counter and shoving the potato chips away. Please god don't let it be. She pleaded silently. She grabbed her I-pod from its dock and turned it off putting it in her pocket. She silently walked out of the kitchen and looked around. Nothing. So she headed upstairs tiptoeing not to make any noise.

"Mel should be around here somewhere, her car is here." She heard Matt say walking out of his room.

Mel ducked into the closet she was standing by and listening carefully at the door. "I think she was hiding today." Eric said. No shit Sherlock. She remarked sarcastically to herself.

"Mel really doesn't date much and besides she uh…" Matty please come through for me. She pleaded silently. I don't want him I want you. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from making noise after she had said the last part under her breath. "She's not big on pushy. We've been to a lot of schools and I think she's only ever said yes twice."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Matt answered.

"I'm going to use your bathroom." Mel heard him walk off and then saw that the door handle was turning. The door opened and there was Matt. She smiled sheepishly and pulled him into the small closet shutting the door.

"Why did you bring him here?" She whispered.

"What are you doing in the closet?" Matt asked. It was slightly hard to see each other's faces, but there was a soft glow from the crack at the floor between the door and carpet.

Mel smacked him upside the head. "Because you brought dingus here." She said softly.

"Mel chill out. That hurt." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Matt get him out of here. I already said no and he won't leave me alone. He's your friend please get him out of here. I'm asking nicely." Mel pleaded with him.

Matt grinned. "What'll you do for me?" He asked deviously. For you? What the hell? She asked herself silently. Then she heard the flush of the downstairs toilet.

"Shit." She muttered breathlessly. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Eric is to disgusting to even think about. What do guys always want? Mel reached up grabbing both sides of Matt's face and pulled his face down to hers planting a firm kiss on his lips. When she pulled back she couldn't see the look on his face. "Now go." She opened the door shoving him out and herself and ran to her room.

Matt POV:

Matt stood in the middle of the upstairs hall speechless. Did she just…was I just…Am I dreaming? He asked himself. He looked over at her bedroom door and it was shut. He touched his lips lightly still feeling the soft tingle of her lips on his and he turned as he heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. Her and me are going to have a serious talk about what she thinks I wanted.

"So you want to hang out and play video games or something?" Eric asked.

Matt glanced at him in still a slight daze. "Uh nah dude actually I'm feeling a little funky."

"Oh say no more I think I'll head out. Tell Mel I'll see her tomorrow or something." Eric said softly looking at his friend who was being just odd.

Matt nodded. "Yeah tomorrow. See you later dude. Thanks for the ride."

"No problem!" Eric called heading out the front door. Matt heard the door shut and looked back at Mel's door. We seriously need to talk. He thought walking over to her door.