~A/N~ So, ok. I've already posted this chapter but I decided to go back and
totally revamp it and make it better. I got a review back when I first put
it up that it seemed rushed and I totally agreed. So I made it a little
better I think. I'll have the next chapter soon! Don't worry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell but the story is mine.
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"Maria Deluca. . ." the girl trailed off slowly as she brushed the comb through her long brown hair. She glanced back at Michael who was perched on the bench near here. "It's wrong Michael, you know it's wrong."
Michael sighed, what had he expected her to say? That his "crush" on Maria was a good thing? "I know, I know. I just can't help it Liz, she just. . . there's something about her.
"Well, you do know what the buzz is don't you?" Liz asked looking at him mischievously. He knew that whenever she looked at him like that, Liz was up to trouble.
"What is the buzz?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, just that Madam Deluca, that of course being Maria's mother, is throwing a party tonight." She said turning back toward the mirror. "Oh, and I forgot, I just might be able to get you in."
"You could GET me IN?" Michael asked jumping up from the bench, "how could you get me in?" The thought of going to a party at the Deluca mansion excited him. He would get to see Maria again. He knew that his feelings weren't just a one way street- Maria had felt something too.
"Oh, I have my ways Mikey, but you have to do something for me." She said slyly, laughing at how excited he was.
"Anything, whatever you want Lizzy, just help me." Michael said insistantly, kneeling down beside her so that he was eye level.
"You talk to Max for me." She said looking at him almost with a questioning look. Michael let out a sigh, falling back. "PLEASE MICHAEL! Please just talk to him! Convince him that it could work out for us and I swear, I'll get you into that party tonight. Tell him I don't CARE that we'll never have enough money! I love him! Please, just talk to him?"
Michael looked at her. "Sure, I'll talk to Max for you," he agreed. It was definitely worth it.
That Night
Michael walked in slowly, surveying the room and adjusting his tuxedo carefully. He wasn't used to being dressed up like this and it was a bit uncomfortable.
He searched the room carefully, checking the faces until his eyes landed on the one he had been looking for. Maria stood near her mother laughing politely at something a tall dark haired man had said. She looked even more beautiful than she had in the past.
Slowly, Michael worked his way through the dancing people. A few eyes darted his way, he was new and attractive and he was catching eyes of all the girls. He only had one girl in mind.
He wasn't ready to make his move yet, he knew he had to wait. Wait for her to see him, wait for him to catch her attention as she had caught his.
The young girls looked at him with wonder, and he smiled at one. He held out his hand, requesting her to dance. She let out a small squeak, looking over at her friends as they headed out onto the dance floor.
Michael danced all night, as did Maria. He couldn't say exactly when he caught her attention, but he soon found her eyes wandering toward his as they passed each other on the dance floor. Michael watched her move with wonder, letting her every breath enchant him. There was one man in particular that seemed interested in Maria, and Michael didn't like the way he looked at her.
The man stood in the corner with Maria's father, and he kept his eyes locked on Maria practically the whole night. He watched her like she was his prey, like he was ready to pounce at any moment.
Maria would dance with him every so often when her mother pushed her toward himShe looked at him with much remorse, and somehow Michael knew the this man annoyed her. Her eyes would look longingly toward Michael, and he wanted so much to dance with her.
Toward the end of the evening, Michael saw his chance. The song ended and Maria headed off the dance floor to take a small break. Michael made his way slowly toward the crowd, waiting for her to notice him walking nearer to her.
Her eyes caught his as he approached her and a small smile played on her lips. He took a bow in front of her and held out his hand slowly.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, he could feel the eyes of all of her suitors on him, wondering who this boy was and if Maria would dance with him.
She nodded, "of course." He led her out onto the dance floor just as a song began. Michael didn't have much experience with dancing before this night but from the few lessons Liz had given him over the year and the girls he'd danced with earlier he was able to keep up and look like he was a natural.
When the song was over the pair left the dance floor and Michael could feel Maria watching him and searching his face for something.
"I know you. . ." she said thoughtfully, "how do I know you?" She looked him over for a minute more.
"Let's take a walk, shall we?" Michael asked and she nodded, following him out the doors and into the dark night. They walked for a minute in silence before Maria paused and sat on one of the benches in the garden area.
"Now tell me, how do I know you? I've seen you somewhere but I just can't place it."
He sat down next to her, "well, you may not like what I am going to say. You met me a few days ago. . . I was, well, we met on the streets." He said and watched as she thought. Suddenly, the realization dawned on Maria.
"You're the boy from the street!" She exclaimed and laughed, "I knew I knew you from somewhere! Michael, right?"
He was surprised she remembered. "Yes, Michael. I know it isn't right for me to be here but, well, I had to see you again." He said sheepishly, ducking his head so she couldn't see the deep crimson it had turned.
"I had that much of an effect on you?" She asked and laughed. "Well Michael, let's just keep this our little secret then." She said slyly, smiling at him.
Michael looked her over and, feeling a surge of confidence, he slowly leaned forward and brushed his lips up against hers. It was so wrong, and he knew that. Yet, it couldn't have felt more right.
That night, in the garden, Maria and Michael fell in love. A love that they knew couldn't be right, a love that they knew no one would approve of. A love that was so wrong, yet they knew they could never suppress.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell but the story is mine.
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"Maria Deluca. . ." the girl trailed off slowly as she brushed the comb through her long brown hair. She glanced back at Michael who was perched on the bench near here. "It's wrong Michael, you know it's wrong."
Michael sighed, what had he expected her to say? That his "crush" on Maria was a good thing? "I know, I know. I just can't help it Liz, she just. . . there's something about her.
"Well, you do know what the buzz is don't you?" Liz asked looking at him mischievously. He knew that whenever she looked at him like that, Liz was up to trouble.
"What is the buzz?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, just that Madam Deluca, that of course being Maria's mother, is throwing a party tonight." She said turning back toward the mirror. "Oh, and I forgot, I just might be able to get you in."
"You could GET me IN?" Michael asked jumping up from the bench, "how could you get me in?" The thought of going to a party at the Deluca mansion excited him. He would get to see Maria again. He knew that his feelings weren't just a one way street- Maria had felt something too.
"Oh, I have my ways Mikey, but you have to do something for me." She said slyly, laughing at how excited he was.
"Anything, whatever you want Lizzy, just help me." Michael said insistantly, kneeling down beside her so that he was eye level.
"You talk to Max for me." She said looking at him almost with a questioning look. Michael let out a sigh, falling back. "PLEASE MICHAEL! Please just talk to him! Convince him that it could work out for us and I swear, I'll get you into that party tonight. Tell him I don't CARE that we'll never have enough money! I love him! Please, just talk to him?"
Michael looked at her. "Sure, I'll talk to Max for you," he agreed. It was definitely worth it.
That Night
Michael walked in slowly, surveying the room and adjusting his tuxedo carefully. He wasn't used to being dressed up like this and it was a bit uncomfortable.
He searched the room carefully, checking the faces until his eyes landed on the one he had been looking for. Maria stood near her mother laughing politely at something a tall dark haired man had said. She looked even more beautiful than she had in the past.
Slowly, Michael worked his way through the dancing people. A few eyes darted his way, he was new and attractive and he was catching eyes of all the girls. He only had one girl in mind.
He wasn't ready to make his move yet, he knew he had to wait. Wait for her to see him, wait for him to catch her attention as she had caught his.
The young girls looked at him with wonder, and he smiled at one. He held out his hand, requesting her to dance. She let out a small squeak, looking over at her friends as they headed out onto the dance floor.
Michael danced all night, as did Maria. He couldn't say exactly when he caught her attention, but he soon found her eyes wandering toward his as they passed each other on the dance floor. Michael watched her move with wonder, letting her every breath enchant him. There was one man in particular that seemed interested in Maria, and Michael didn't like the way he looked at her.
The man stood in the corner with Maria's father, and he kept his eyes locked on Maria practically the whole night. He watched her like she was his prey, like he was ready to pounce at any moment.
Maria would dance with him every so often when her mother pushed her toward himShe looked at him with much remorse, and somehow Michael knew the this man annoyed her. Her eyes would look longingly toward Michael, and he wanted so much to dance with her.
Toward the end of the evening, Michael saw his chance. The song ended and Maria headed off the dance floor to take a small break. Michael made his way slowly toward the crowd, waiting for her to notice him walking nearer to her.
Her eyes caught his as he approached her and a small smile played on her lips. He took a bow in front of her and held out his hand slowly.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, he could feel the eyes of all of her suitors on him, wondering who this boy was and if Maria would dance with him.
She nodded, "of course." He led her out onto the dance floor just as a song began. Michael didn't have much experience with dancing before this night but from the few lessons Liz had given him over the year and the girls he'd danced with earlier he was able to keep up and look like he was a natural.
When the song was over the pair left the dance floor and Michael could feel Maria watching him and searching his face for something.
"I know you. . ." she said thoughtfully, "how do I know you?" She looked him over for a minute more.
"Let's take a walk, shall we?" Michael asked and she nodded, following him out the doors and into the dark night. They walked for a minute in silence before Maria paused and sat on one of the benches in the garden area.
"Now tell me, how do I know you? I've seen you somewhere but I just can't place it."
He sat down next to her, "well, you may not like what I am going to say. You met me a few days ago. . . I was, well, we met on the streets." He said and watched as she thought. Suddenly, the realization dawned on Maria.
"You're the boy from the street!" She exclaimed and laughed, "I knew I knew you from somewhere! Michael, right?"
He was surprised she remembered. "Yes, Michael. I know it isn't right for me to be here but, well, I had to see you again." He said sheepishly, ducking his head so she couldn't see the deep crimson it had turned.
"I had that much of an effect on you?" She asked and laughed. "Well Michael, let's just keep this our little secret then." She said slyly, smiling at him.
Michael looked her over and, feeling a surge of confidence, he slowly leaned forward and brushed his lips up against hers. It was so wrong, and he knew that. Yet, it couldn't have felt more right.
That night, in the garden, Maria and Michael fell in love. A love that they knew couldn't be right, a love that they knew no one would approve of. A love that was so wrong, yet they knew they could never suppress.
