~A/N~ Believe me, I know it has been REALLY long since the last update. I
put this story aside awhile back, I didn't know where to go in it. It was
almost a lost cause and I moved onto my other stories. Well, recently I
have gotten a couple reviews and so I decided to look at it again and see
what I could do. So, enjoy this story and please PLEASE review! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Roswell but the unrecognizable characters and the story.
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Michael sighed as he wiped his brow and watched the setting sun sink lower into the horizon. He heard the distant sound of a whistle and thankfully he stopped the repetitive motion of his broom and began walking.
His fellow coworkers walked with him on the slow half mile treck back to the shacks they all called home. Life had been hard on Michael Guerin, born to a family known for nothing but the cleaning of the streets, he had been destined for his job- and he hated it.
He hated the class system and the way the rich looked down on him like he was nothing. He hated the long hard days of scrubbing the endless streets clean and then going back the next day to find them dirty again, his hard work wasted. He hated doing the same thing every day with no reward- he hated it all.
Michael longed to be one of the rich, pampered and spoiled rotten. The rich knew nothing of the work he endured every day. They could try to learn, but they would never know. Never know of the pain his muscles felt after a long hard day, never know of the growling of an empty stomach he could never fill on his salary. Try as they might, the rich could never know.
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The sun beat down on his head as he stooped over the street scrubbing vigorously with his broom to get the street as clean as it possibly could be. Michael looked around briefly and saw a young woman sitting on the bench next to where he was working. Startled, he realized who it was. It was her.
Maria sat down as she waited for her mother to be done in the store behind the bench she was placed on. A young common boy swept the streets in front of her. He swept nervously and Maria realized it must be odd for rich to sit next to poor. It was not accepted in the terms of social status where she lived. She looked at his beat red face and realized how hot he was. She glanced down at what she held in her hands and realized what she must do. "Are you hot?"
Michael looked up at her startled wondering if she could ever possibly speaking to him. Deciding not to risk it he clamped his mouth shut and stood staring at her.
"Boy, did you not hear me? I asked you if you were hot." She said a hint of irritation in her voice.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke, "yes miss." He said quietly not meeting her warm stare.
"Well then here. You drink my iced tea. I'm not going to finish it," She said thrusting it out toward him. His eyes quickly darted to her hand and he shook his head.
"No no Miss, I couldn't do that." He said glancing nervously down at his broom.
"First of all boy don't call me Miss, call me Maria. Secondly, you ARE going to drink this and you are going to sit right down next to me and take a break while you do it." She insisted with a small smile playing on her lips as she watched him glance back and forth from the glass and her face nervously.
He reluctantly leaned his broom up against the post and sat rigidly down next to the girl. She handed the glass to him and he took a small sip savoring its sweet coolness as he wiped his brow.
Maria smiled, "now what is your name boy? Then I won't have to call you boy anymore."
He took another sip before answering, "my name's Michael." He said still unsure of himself.
"Well Michael, it's good to meet you." She said smiling before her gaze glanced behind him and Michael too looked back to see the all too familiar face.
"Michael, you know we aren't allowed breaks." The boy said glancing at Maria suspiciously before letting his stern gaze fall back on Michael.
Michael nodded quickly and stood up. "I'm coming Max," he insisted waving him away before looking back at Maria. "I have to get back to work, thank you Miss DeLuca." He handed her the glass and smiled before walking away.
Maria watched him go, startled that he had known who she was all along. She couldn't suppress the feeling that was tugging at her stomach. The nagging sense of wanting that she had as she watched Michael walk away. A wanting to know who he was and a wanting to know more about the mysterious good looking common boy that had caught her attention the first time she lay eyes on him.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Roswell but the unrecognizable characters and the story.
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Michael sighed as he wiped his brow and watched the setting sun sink lower into the horizon. He heard the distant sound of a whistle and thankfully he stopped the repetitive motion of his broom and began walking.
His fellow coworkers walked with him on the slow half mile treck back to the shacks they all called home. Life had been hard on Michael Guerin, born to a family known for nothing but the cleaning of the streets, he had been destined for his job- and he hated it.
He hated the class system and the way the rich looked down on him like he was nothing. He hated the long hard days of scrubbing the endless streets clean and then going back the next day to find them dirty again, his hard work wasted. He hated doing the same thing every day with no reward- he hated it all.
Michael longed to be one of the rich, pampered and spoiled rotten. The rich knew nothing of the work he endured every day. They could try to learn, but they would never know. Never know of the pain his muscles felt after a long hard day, never know of the growling of an empty stomach he could never fill on his salary. Try as they might, the rich could never know.
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The sun beat down on his head as he stooped over the street scrubbing vigorously with his broom to get the street as clean as it possibly could be. Michael looked around briefly and saw a young woman sitting on the bench next to where he was working. Startled, he realized who it was. It was her.
Maria sat down as she waited for her mother to be done in the store behind the bench she was placed on. A young common boy swept the streets in front of her. He swept nervously and Maria realized it must be odd for rich to sit next to poor. It was not accepted in the terms of social status where she lived. She looked at his beat red face and realized how hot he was. She glanced down at what she held in her hands and realized what she must do. "Are you hot?"
Michael looked up at her startled wondering if she could ever possibly speaking to him. Deciding not to risk it he clamped his mouth shut and stood staring at her.
"Boy, did you not hear me? I asked you if you were hot." She said a hint of irritation in her voice.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke, "yes miss." He said quietly not meeting her warm stare.
"Well then here. You drink my iced tea. I'm not going to finish it," She said thrusting it out toward him. His eyes quickly darted to her hand and he shook his head.
"No no Miss, I couldn't do that." He said glancing nervously down at his broom.
"First of all boy don't call me Miss, call me Maria. Secondly, you ARE going to drink this and you are going to sit right down next to me and take a break while you do it." She insisted with a small smile playing on her lips as she watched him glance back and forth from the glass and her face nervously.
He reluctantly leaned his broom up against the post and sat rigidly down next to the girl. She handed the glass to him and he took a small sip savoring its sweet coolness as he wiped his brow.
Maria smiled, "now what is your name boy? Then I won't have to call you boy anymore."
He took another sip before answering, "my name's Michael." He said still unsure of himself.
"Well Michael, it's good to meet you." She said smiling before her gaze glanced behind him and Michael too looked back to see the all too familiar face.
"Michael, you know we aren't allowed breaks." The boy said glancing at Maria suspiciously before letting his stern gaze fall back on Michael.
Michael nodded quickly and stood up. "I'm coming Max," he insisted waving him away before looking back at Maria. "I have to get back to work, thank you Miss DeLuca." He handed her the glass and smiled before walking away.
Maria watched him go, startled that he had known who she was all along. She couldn't suppress the feeling that was tugging at her stomach. The nagging sense of wanting that she had as she watched Michael walk away. A wanting to know who he was and a wanting to know more about the mysterious good looking common boy that had caught her attention the first time she lay eyes on him.
