Timeline: Um. Season 3 (suckiest season of suck!), maybe?
Spoilers: Massive spoilers for season 2, cry your name, etc. Reference to how the other half lives.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them. (It's not like I would have even WANTED season 3 Roswell dammit. It was just so BAD.) Roswell is the property of the WB or UPN (HAHAHA) or Jason Katims or whatever. Just...not mine. Oh, and the song "American Pie" belongs to Don McLean (who is probably still weeping over Madonna's butcher-it! version of his song). So in conclusion, do not sue for I will cry like pathetic little boy.
Feedback: Yes, please. Feedback = good. Constructive critisism = good. Flames = bad and will be used to start a bonfire. Mmkay thanks.

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4 a.m., a month and a half before graduation. Kyle rolls over and stretches. Someone calls his name and he opens an eye in acknowledgement at the intruder of sleep.

He is sitting on the edge of his bed. Grinning. "Hey."

Kyle smiles lazily. "Alex. Hi." Runs a hand through his hair. It's late; he's tired. "I thought you were dead." He tactlessness sounds strangely calm, even to his own ears.

"Well…yeah." As if there was nothing strange about this whole situation.

"Oookay…" Two can play this game. "So not that I'm complaining or anything, but what are you doing here?"

"I have something to tell you."

Kyle opens both his eyes with peaked interest. "All right. So what is it? Do I have freaky powers now or what? Am I going to die?" A pause. "Hey! Are you my guardian angel or something?"

"Kyle?" Alex moves over to sit on the pillow. Kyle cranes his head.

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

Kyle yawns again. "Okay, okay. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

Alex rolls his eyes. "I love you."

"What?" Kyle's jaw snaps shut, mid-yawn. "Care to repeat?"

An amused quirk at the corner of his lips. "You heard me." The patient reply.

"You…me…whoa. That's just…" Kyle swallows. "Wow."

"You sound like Maria."

"I feel like I should be offended." He stops for a moment. And then thoughtfully, "Does that make you Michael?" Again, the rolling of Alex's eyes do not deter him. He does not wait for a response. "But anyway, wow. That's amazing. I didn't know."

Alex responds dryly. "Don't be too flattered. I loved Bessie, too."

"Bessie? A…family pet?"

"My 12-string. Man, I miss her."

"You named your bass? That's so…so…"

"…strange?"

"I was going to say 'Alex', but yeah, that works too."

Alex laughs a little.

When silence overtakes the room again, that is when Alex starts to hum a tune under his breath. It takes only three bars of the simple melody before Kyle catches on and grins.

"American Pie?"

"Oh yeah. 'Chevy to the levy', baby."

Kyle pulls back the covers. "What _is_ it with you and that song, anyway?"

Alex accepts the invitation and crawls under a tangle of blankets. Curls up next to Kyle and shrugs. "You like it", he informs him.

"Well. Yeah." Kyle pulls the sheets up around their bodies. "Oh, and hey Alex?"

"Mmm?" An inquiring sound that Kyle misses.

"Love you too." Relishes this moment here with Alex because this is The Way It Should Be.

"Okay." His voice is soft Kyle thinks he can feel his breath against his neck.

Alex's voice is still humming softly when he closes his eyes again.

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He wakes up hours later.

Alone.

He half expects the alarm clock radio to be playing _American Pie_.

It's not.

Kyle sighs, rubs a hand against his face and kicks off the sheets. Gets out of bed.

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