Part 13, Ver. 7.0 All's Well That… Is Yet Written
Life had returned to being mostly good in the fair town of Roswell. Max had his girlfriend loving him and prepared to not torture him. Alex had his girlfriend willing to let things slide, so he was happy. Michael and Kyle were making a very lovely couple… Tess and Maria were pissed, but hey, they brought it on themselves. But they would try and win their men back.
Except for the new couple, everyone was sitting in the Crashdown talking… Maria and Tess eating and drinking anything with chocolate, Liz and Isabel talking about how evil men are and supporting their sisters in mourning while occasionally smiling and making lovey-dovey faces at their boyfriends. The guys, for their part, sat as far away from the upset women as possible for safeties sake. And then, of course, the evil men responsible for the upset women entered the café.
The two devastated ladies, upon seeing their objects of love and grief, threw chocolate at them then ran into the back room to cry. Isabel and Tess, throwing looks of pure contempt at the guys, followed. With that Michael looked at Kyle and said "Hon, I think they're mad at us."
"I know my Care Bear, but it can't be helped." Kyle said, while the others were in earshot.
Max stood up and pulled Michael aside. "What do you think you're doing? I mean, Maria is upset and… you're with Kyle! I mean, I could understand if it was me, but Kyle? Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Max, this is just how it has to be right now. After the night we spent together I just have to be here now. It just happened, it's not like we were forced together or anything." Michael said with a hidden smile, since they actually were thrown together.
"Michael, just don't get hurt… and, give me a call sometime if you want." With that Max went back to the table and sat down.
Seeing they were kind of unwelcome, Kyle and Michael left the café, hand in hand. Once out of sight, the stopped touching and started talking in hushed whispers. "Man, how much longer do we have to keep this up? I mean, I think Max just hit on me." Michael started.
"Whoa, Max did what? Hrm, actually, that kind of figures. Anyway, we just have to keep it up awhile longer, just until Alex and Max screw up and end up in the doghouse again. And man, I bet you money that the girls haven't admitted to mindwarping us yet."
"Of course not, they're too busy playing innocent, oh man is this going to be bad when it hits the fan."
"Well, let's just ride it out. I have the feeling the other two will be slammed soon, and we'll get to embarrass our girls too."
"So we're really going to go through with this to the fullest evil possible?"
"Oh yeah babe."
Back inside the Crashdown the girls were all huddled together. Maria and Tess trying to figure out where they went wrong with the guys, while carefully omitting the mindwarping. Liz and Isabel comforted the best they could, until the two evil… er, until Maria and Tess wandered off to find more chocolate.
"You know, I'm so glad we have the good boyfriends." Liz said, smiling dreamily.
"I know, Alex is so sweet. He showed up and apologized and told me everything that happened during their trip." Was Isabel's input.
"Max did the same, we're so lucky."
"Don't I know, we got the best guys. And they didn't lie at all to us."
Back where the guys in question were sitting.
"So how'd you get out of the doghouse?" Max said.
"Oh, the usual, flattery and bribery and I told her all about our trip… minus a few details that don't have any significant meaning. How about you?" Spoke Alex.
"Same way. Told her the truth, with some minor omissions."
"Ah well, what they don't know won't hurt us. And besides, how could they find out?" Alex said, unknowingly jinxing himself.
A Smurf, hiding among the aliens on the wall heard what Alex said and shook his head sadly, noting that the poor boy was a fool to say that.
In California, a black 1959 DeSoto Firelite left on a road trip to New Mexico.
In the United States Postal Service a letter sent from Texas slowly made it's way toward New Mexico.
The Author, who has an evil sense of humor, figured they'd both arrive the same day.
Life had returned to being mostly good in the fair town of Roswell. Max had his girlfriend loving him and prepared to not torture him. Alex had his girlfriend willing to let things slide, so he was happy. Michael and Kyle were making a very lovely couple… Tess and Maria were pissed, but hey, they brought it on themselves. But they would try and win their men back.
Except for the new couple, everyone was sitting in the Crashdown talking… Maria and Tess eating and drinking anything with chocolate, Liz and Isabel talking about how evil men are and supporting their sisters in mourning while occasionally smiling and making lovey-dovey faces at their boyfriends. The guys, for their part, sat as far away from the upset women as possible for safeties sake. And then, of course, the evil men responsible for the upset women entered the café.
The two devastated ladies, upon seeing their objects of love and grief, threw chocolate at them then ran into the back room to cry. Isabel and Tess, throwing looks of pure contempt at the guys, followed. With that Michael looked at Kyle and said "Hon, I think they're mad at us."
"I know my Care Bear, but it can't be helped." Kyle said, while the others were in earshot.
Max stood up and pulled Michael aside. "What do you think you're doing? I mean, Maria is upset and… you're with Kyle! I mean, I could understand if it was me, but Kyle? Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Max, this is just how it has to be right now. After the night we spent together I just have to be here now. It just happened, it's not like we were forced together or anything." Michael said with a hidden smile, since they actually were thrown together.
"Michael, just don't get hurt… and, give me a call sometime if you want." With that Max went back to the table and sat down.
Seeing they were kind of unwelcome, Kyle and Michael left the café, hand in hand. Once out of sight, the stopped touching and started talking in hushed whispers. "Man, how much longer do we have to keep this up? I mean, I think Max just hit on me." Michael started.
"Whoa, Max did what? Hrm, actually, that kind of figures. Anyway, we just have to keep it up awhile longer, just until Alex and Max screw up and end up in the doghouse again. And man, I bet you money that the girls haven't admitted to mindwarping us yet."
"Of course not, they're too busy playing innocent, oh man is this going to be bad when it hits the fan."
"Well, let's just ride it out. I have the feeling the other two will be slammed soon, and we'll get to embarrass our girls too."
"So we're really going to go through with this to the fullest evil possible?"
"Oh yeah babe."
Back inside the Crashdown the girls were all huddled together. Maria and Tess trying to figure out where they went wrong with the guys, while carefully omitting the mindwarping. Liz and Isabel comforted the best they could, until the two evil… er, until Maria and Tess wandered off to find more chocolate.
"You know, I'm so glad we have the good boyfriends." Liz said, smiling dreamily.
"I know, Alex is so sweet. He showed up and apologized and told me everything that happened during their trip." Was Isabel's input.
"Max did the same, we're so lucky."
"Don't I know, we got the best guys. And they didn't lie at all to us."
Back where the guys in question were sitting.
"So how'd you get out of the doghouse?" Max said.
"Oh, the usual, flattery and bribery and I told her all about our trip… minus a few details that don't have any significant meaning. How about you?" Spoke Alex.
"Same way. Told her the truth, with some minor omissions."
"Ah well, what they don't know won't hurt us. And besides, how could they find out?" Alex said, unknowingly jinxing himself.
A Smurf, hiding among the aliens on the wall heard what Alex said and shook his head sadly, noting that the poor boy was a fool to say that.
In California, a black 1959 DeSoto Firelite left on a road trip to New Mexico.
In the United States Postal Service a letter sent from Texas slowly made it's way toward New Mexico.
The Author, who has an evil sense of humor, figured they'd both arrive the same day.