The Real Royal Four

Chapter Seven

"Breaking the News"

Recap:

'Could I be adopted? Was I an alien? If so, then why wasn't I found with Michael, Max, and Isabel?' Liz thought.

"Hey, Maria," I tried to tell her. "Come on lets get to work. When we see Max and everyone today we will explain and maybe get some answers."

We both got up off the couch and changed into our uniforms. As soon as we stepped into the café, I saw them at their usual booth. I looked at Maria and then headed for them. 'Well, here goes nothing...'

Now:

I took one more deep, shakey breath before I walked the last couple of feet to their table and smiled at them. Isabel and Michael gave me genuine, caring smiles, while Max's smile didn't touch his eyes and he soon looked away. Tess on the other hand didn't smile at all, she just looked at me as if I were wasting her time. 'How was I supposed to start this conversation? Do I ease into it, or just jump right in? Would they be as shocked as I am? Would they laugh and say it was just a crazy dream? Why hadn't I thought this over more?' And so, with a billion thoughts buzzing in my head, I started out this conversation with the most basic of human social greetings:

"Hey guys. What are you up to?" Starting out the conversation as normal as possible seemed by best option. I mean, you didn't just dive into an icey,cold pool, you had to ease in. And by just looking at Tess, I knew this conversasion could turn cold fast.

"Oh, we just came by for a late breakfast and then we are off for an exciting adventure of exploring the desert and researching some historical things." Michael said with a wink that said what that really meant. They were going to the remains of the ship and trying to figure out what that book of Tess's means.

"Michael, there is no need to concern Liz with our business. She probably isn't interested in any of our 'historical things'." Tess said as she gave me one of the most insensere smiles I have ever seen. 'Nice job of saying "Mind your own damn business.", Tess. Man, something about her just makes my skin crawl.' I thought to myself 'But if my dreams are correct and not just a figment of my imagination, then I have every right to feel that way about her.'

"Actaully, your 'history thing' is exactly what we are interested in, Tess." Maria had pulled herself together and had walked out just in time to hear Tess cooly brush me off and had come to my rescue. Could I ask for a better friend? I think not. "Some strange things have been happening to Liz and it is related to your 'history'."

"What is it? Are you okay?" Max said, looking at me. It seemed as if my Max was back. The one that cared about me.

Okay, this was it, explaining time. "Oh, it's just that I have been having these weird dreams lately and..."

"Dreams? This is about dreams? I don't see how that pertains to us." Tess was now glaring at me as if she knew what I was about to say and she didn't want the others to hear. 'Could she possible know what I am dreaming about? Does she remember something that the others don't?'

"This does pertain to all of you and you really need to hear it." Maria to the rescue again. "It pertains to you so much that I think we should take this conversation to the back. This really is not something that you want other people to hear you talking about." She continued. It was then that I looked up and saw all the customers coming in for breakfast.

Maria and I led the way as the other four gathered their things followed right after us. Once we were all in the back lounge area of the CrashDown, I tried to start again:

"As I was saying, I have been having one of these weird dreams that almost isn't a dream at all. It is so vivid and real. I feel as if I have lived it, which seems ridiculous, I know, but still..."

"Liz. Liz, just take a deep breath and tell us about the dream." Isabel said, giving me an encouraging smile.

"Okay. In the dream we are all there. We are all happy and there is dancing and music." I tried to describe my dream as best I could. "And then something wonderful happens, but also something terrible and Kivar is there. Like I said, I don't think this is really a dream. I think I am dreaming about my own past memories, which leads me to think that we, Maria and I, are like you all." I said as a way of finishing up.

"What do you mean like us?" Michael asked confussed.

"What she means, Mikey G, is that you guys aren't the only aliens in Roswell." Maria put bluntly.

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