This is my first fic be kind please, and excuse the blatant spelling mistakes
Roswell does not belong to me, only this story line.
Zan lay on his moldy couch, it was his and Ava's turn on it. He wasn't in the mood though which was pretty rare for him. So he sat there with his thoughts. Whenever he wasn't focused he would think about the hole. It was like there was a part of him missing. He didn't know what it was but something inside him whispered it was less of a what and more of a who. When he closed his eyes really tight sometimes he would see a shape it had gotten more vivid over the past few weeks. It was thin and angelic with a gleam of bad to it which made it ever more important to him. Today though he made out long dark hair and big doe eyes. He was in love.
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"Max thats fine, you have to be with Tess, I understand that. It hurts me to say it but I know that for the good of a race of beings you've never met you have to make the effort." Liz was so mad at herself for not being able to say that to him. She knew she loved MaX but sometimes she wished he were a little more wild. Exciting. He was the most wonderful romantic guy, the perfect boyfriend, and sometimes it made her sick. She wished he would grow a little facial hair or het a piercing or something. This was just another one of their off stages and she knew she would feel differently in a couple days, but what would she do until then.
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Zan was dreaming he could always tell the difference. He saw the shape the hair the face through a window he saw that window rapidly closing and he knew if he ever wanted to touch that hair or kiss those lips he would have to hurry. With a jolt he felt every fiber of his being scream ROSWELL. Then he simply woke up. Sometimes they took off for days at a time without telling him. He figured this was his turn. So he bided his time until morning to tell everyone that he would be gone.
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Liz walked out onto her balconey to be alone with the stars and her thoughts. She wanted something to happen all over again. Something that would change her. For better or worse Liz Parker wanted an Adventure.
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Zan replayed the conversation from that morning as a sped along in his stolen sports car. He had changed the plates with another car and changed the color as well so he knew he would be fine what worried him was what the others would do without he, He was tempted to turn back but if he did he knew they would ruin everything. " So, you're leaving me in charge?" Asked Rath. " No, i ain't leaven any of you in charge you'll just do some dome." I'm leaving and that's it." He felt kinda bad without one look at Ava he just left. He knew she would be crying tonight.
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Three days later these feelings had not patched and Max looked to sad to say something and she was to frustrated to make his job any easier so she clambed up and prayed for the best. She gazed out the window feeling that something really great was coming of she could only figure out what.
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Three days later here Zan was sitting in his car looking at the Welcome to Roswell sign knowing that the girl of his dreams was waiting for him. He just sat for an hour and noticed how hungry he was. He took the five singles in his pockets and made them twenties. He drove in and saw a weird little resturaunt called the Crashdown he figured this was as good a place to eat as any so he parked his car a block away and got out. He thought he needed a walk.