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By: SabrinaYutsuki [sab_shob@yahoo.com]
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PREMISE OF THE FIC: You know that episode where Liz and Ava were talking
and Ava mentioned something about Zan waiting for someone else...? Well what
if that someone else was someone in Roswell...? (I'll be revising those few episodes
[Meet the Dupes...] ) Please review people! It's my first Roswell fic, so be nice! Oh
and I'm not really familiar with their (Zan, Ava, etc.) style of talking so "behr" with
me!
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PLEASE REVIEW!!! :)
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[ P R O L O G U E ]
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Zan and I...
Well, he always seemed like he wuz waiting for someone else...
Like there was this one girl he had in mind.
That he might haf even dreamt of her every night.
And I hate to say it but...
I happen to think that someone else...
deserves him...
more than I do.
And it sucks...
And yet...
I'm okay...
I hate Zan... I hate him so much.
Shit...
What a goddamn lie.
~ Ava's POV
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Narrator's POV
Ava curled herself in a ball, the sound of rain lulling her to sleep. Her blond hair, highlighted with black here and there, was matted to her forehead, obviously wet from the rain. Her mascara had already spilled down, too, making her eyebags seem darker than usual. All in all, she was definitely not in her best state.
Rain was something people observed through their windows, while they sat comfortably in a warm room. But for some people, who have nowhere to go, they experience it directly.
Such was the case for Ava.
She sought shelter from a cardboard box, soggy and drenched from the downpour. Shivering and wrapping herself with her arms, she wondered what could be worse: sleeping under a cardboard box while scattered trash lay a few steps away, or knowing that Zan's life was in trouble.
With a sigh, she knew the answer.
The latter was definitely worse.
Helplessness soon conquered her already dampened spirits. She couldn't save him. He was in New York and she was...
God knows where she was. Rath and Lonnie had just dropped her off forcefully in one of the many remote towns of America and she had walked a few miles until she found civilization.
She gave another sigh and let sleep come, only to be disturbed by someone.
"Dammit that hurt!", Ava shouted... The stranger had apparently kicked her with a boot.
The unknown person gasped and apologized profusely, panic displayed on her gestures. "Oh God! I'm so sorry... I'm... uh... Tess? wha...?", the stranger's brown eyes widened in shock, then confusion. Ava's eyes reflected similar qualities but hers with a hint of agitation.
"Who the f*** is Tess? Do I even know ya?!"
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By: SabrinaYutsuki [sab_shob@yahoo.com]
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PREMISE OF THE FIC: You know that episode where Liz and Ava were talking
and Ava mentioned something about Zan waiting for someone else...? Well what
if that someone else was someone in Roswell...? (I'll be revising those few episodes
[Meet the Dupes...] ) Please review people! It's my first Roswell fic, so be nice! Oh
and I'm not really familiar with their (Zan, Ava, etc.) style of talking so "behr" with
me!
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PLEASE REVIEW!!! :)
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[ P R O L O G U E ]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Zan and I...
Well, he always seemed like he wuz waiting for someone else...
Like there was this one girl he had in mind.
That he might haf even dreamt of her every night.
And I hate to say it but...
I happen to think that someone else...
deserves him...
more than I do.
And it sucks...
And yet...
I'm okay...
I hate Zan... I hate him so much.
Shit...
What a goddamn lie.
~ Ava's POV
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Narrator's POV
Ava curled herself in a ball, the sound of rain lulling her to sleep. Her blond hair, highlighted with black here and there, was matted to her forehead, obviously wet from the rain. Her mascara had already spilled down, too, making her eyebags seem darker than usual. All in all, she was definitely not in her best state.
Rain was something people observed through their windows, while they sat comfortably in a warm room. But for some people, who have nowhere to go, they experience it directly.
Such was the case for Ava.
She sought shelter from a cardboard box, soggy and drenched from the downpour. Shivering and wrapping herself with her arms, she wondered what could be worse: sleeping under a cardboard box while scattered trash lay a few steps away, or knowing that Zan's life was in trouble.
With a sigh, she knew the answer.
The latter was definitely worse.
Helplessness soon conquered her already dampened spirits. She couldn't save him. He was in New York and she was...
God knows where she was. Rath and Lonnie had just dropped her off forcefully in one of the many remote towns of America and she had walked a few miles until she found civilization.
She gave another sigh and let sleep come, only to be disturbed by someone.
"Dammit that hurt!", Ava shouted... The stranger had apparently kicked her with a boot.
The unknown person gasped and apologized profusely, panic displayed on her gestures. "Oh God! I'm so sorry... I'm... uh... Tess? wha...?", the stranger's brown eyes widened in shock, then confusion. Ava's eyes reflected similar qualities but hers with a hint of agitation.
"Who the f*** is Tess? Do I even know ya?!"
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