Part Three
Less than one day in Rosewell and I'm having a sleepover. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
And the sad thing is I'm actually enjoying myself, you know, in that nothing-better-to-do way.
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"So, do you believe in aliens?" I said, grabbing handful of popcorn out of the bowl.
Maria and I had spent the last hour dragging the couch and tv into place. Followed by another half hour of attempting to hook up the cable and VCR without instructions.
"What?" Maria asked, grabbing the bowl from me.
"Aliens, do you believe in them. I mean, this is Rosewell after all," I said.
"No, it's all for the tourist," she said flipping through the channels.
"I figured as much," I said. "You got a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, his name's Michael. You might have seen him, he was working with me here today," she said stopping on some latenight movie.
"How long you two been dating?" I asked.
"About a year and a half, on and off," she answered.
"I never understood the point of those on and off again relationships. I mean, if you're going to break up again why bother going out?
"Because, maybe one of these times we won't break up," Maria replied defensly.
"Whatever you say, I learned the hard way things don't always work out," I said.
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Dear God, was I having a girltalk?
This town is going to to destroy me.
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"Found it!" I said, ripping open a cardboard box.
"Are you sure your parents won't notice?" Maria questioned as I pulled out a six-pack of beer.
"No way, Tammy and I used to get into these all the time," I said handing her a beer. "You have drunk before, right?"
"Yeah," she said, as I opened my own. "Once."
"Well, this makes twice," I said, as she opened her own.
"Here goes nothing," she said, taking a sip. "Kinda warm."
"Obviously, they've been in this box, not a fridge," I said taking a long sip. "Drink up, it'll have the same effect, warm or cold."
"That's what I'm worried about," she said, taking another small sip.
"If you're going to be my friend, you have to loosen up. We're not driving anywhere. Nothing bad is going to happen," I said.
"You sure?" she questioned.
"Positive" I replied, and Maria took a long drink out of the can.
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Leave it to me to corrupt the first person in Roswell I come in contact with. But, it's for her own good. She needs to live alittle. And with her under my wing, she'll live alot.
I'm being selfless.
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"You said nothing bad would happen!" Maria yelled from the bathroom.
"Well, it could be worse," I defended from outside the door.
"I have never thrown up this much in my entire life," she cried.
"Oh please, I have seen much worse, at least you're concious," I added.
"I am not some big city partier," she yelled, and heaving sounds filled the room.
"Ew, could you try to do that a little quieter," I moaned.
"Sorry," she hissed. "I mean, it's not like this is your fault or anything!"
I moaned and walked over to the tv. Nothing good was ever on at 2 am. But it was better than listening to Maria puke her guts up.
She wasn't even that drunk. We each had three beers and I was barely buzzed. Although, my drinking record was larger than hers but stil...
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Ok, it's not like I knew she was going to spend half an hour puking. I had an idea but...
Alright, it was a crappy thing to do. But I don't like to drink by myself and the girl will never be able to handle her liquor without me.
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"My head hurts," Maria moaned, as she climbed onto the pull out.
"Wait to the morning," I said and Maria moaned.
"Don't worry, I'll fish out some coffee and aspirin for you first thing," I said, cuddling into my pillow.
"Thanks," she mummbled, on the verge of passing out.
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*Crash*
I jerked up in bed. Silence echoed though the small apartment.
"Maria," I hissed.
"mmmm," she mummbled.
"Did you hear that," I said shaking her.
"Go away," she said, trying to hit at me.
"Damn it," I hissed, crawling out of bed. "Maria, I heard something downstairs, in the Crashdown."
"Sleep," she mumbled.
"Maria!" I hissed, but she had already passed out again.
"Ok, I can do this," I said slipping on a pair of scandals and creeping down the stairs.
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Alright, I'm stupid. Let's leave it at that
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"Do you think we woke her up?" A male voice echoed though the room.
I slipped around the counter and saw three figures standing in the corner.
"I don't think so," a female voice added.
"Michael, could you just grab your jacket so we can get out of here," another voice added.
"Michael?" I whispered to myself. Wasn't that's Maria's boyfriend?
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This was great, I woke up in the middle of the night and snuck downstairs to find that some stupid employee broke into the restaurant to steal his own jacket.
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"Nobody move," a strong voice echoed through the resturante.
"What the..." a voice, I think it was Michael's, said.
"Give me your money," He said. Even though the darkness I noticed the man had a gun and was aiming at the three intruders.
"We don't have anything, we just came for his jacket," the other boy said.
"Don't lie to me," the man said, getting angry. I slowly rose and began to back towards the stairs.
"We're not," the girl cried.
"I'll use this," he said swinging the gun in my diretion.
*bang*
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