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"gross and annoying. Did I mention she can babble on like an infomercial?" Michael told his best friend Max. Michael just couldn't believe that he had kissed Maria. "Think about it Max, I hate her more than Martha Stuart and her K-Mart white sales. And then..."
"Ya what is up with that? The sheets aren't even white!" Max blurted out.
"Whatever. Obviously you are too lost in the Magical World of Lizzy so I'll be going."
Max tried to stop him but Michael was already climbing out the window.
He knew that Michael was right. He was completely infatuated with Liz.
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As X-Files was dragging to a boring end and a movie version of Bram Stoker's "Dracula" began, Maria reached for the newest issue of Seventeen. Flipping through the pages she spotted a quiz... Is he right for you? She continued, trying to read another page but curiosity got to her. "Number 1..."
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Max tried to sleep but his eyes wouldn't close. Bored, he glanced around his room. On his desk was a blue piece of paper advertising the 60's themed dance the following night. "Maybe I should ask Liz." Max picked up his phone intending to call Liz but his fingers dialed someone else.
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The phone rang as she was adding up her score. "No way!" Maria said into the phone.
"Um hello?" a familiar voice asked.
"Who is this?"
"Max."
"Oh, hey Max! What can I do for you?"
Max sat silent knowing the words that he was about to speak.
"Will you go to the 60's dance with me?" he said without even taking a breath.
"Huh? What about Liz."
"Liz? Oh Liz. Actually I was thinking we could team up."
"Team up?"
"Ya. You want Michael right?"
"No of course not! ... well all right a little."
"Anyway and I like Liz so if we went together maybe we can make..."
"Liz and Michael insanely jealous?"
"Not exactly the same words I was going to use but yes."
"Ok we're on"
They hung up and both fell sound asleep.
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Michael walked aimlessly around Roswell. He couldn't go home, not with Hank who was probably drunk and passed out on the couch. Max's usual floor/sleeping bag spot was a definite no. Some unseen force dragged Michael down the street towards Maria's house. He looked into her window and saw that she was asleep.
Just one look he thought. Trying hard to control his powers, Michael was able to enter Maria's dream. The second he did he wished he hadn't.
Maria was dreaming about Max. In fact she was dreaming about her and Max. Complete with a huge house, big lawn, and perfect children.
He grew weak and was pushed out of her dream.
Michael no longer hated Maria ... he wanted her more than ever.