I'm Liz Parker and it has been one full year since I died. School began
today, and I was once again saw Max Evans, my love, who is an alien and was
married in a previous life. My life is really weird.
Liz walked the halls of Roswell High yet again, Maria on one side of her, and Alex on the other. They spoke normally, as if today was just like any other first day of school, even though they were all nervous about seeing their loves. Liz had informed them of what the mysterious orbs had done and described everything about that night while crying and eating out of a container of vanilla ice cream the day after the aliens' "destiny" had been revealed. Now they were in denial, each of them dealing in their own way. Liz had gone away to camp over the summer, to avoid incidents at which she would ever run into Max. Maria always had cypress oil by her side in case her mind wandered, and her eyes began to water. Alex glued himself to his computer, sometimes not looking up for hours at a time, for he feared his computer distraction would not hold his attention. None of them spoke a word about the Roswellian things that had happened at the end of last school year, and Liz was glad; she was afraid her eyes would swell up with tears in front of her friends if they ever did talk about it.
The three friends walked down the hall in step, Maria chatting on and on about some new teacher who was rumored to be real tough, though all three of them new that they weren't listening to what she was saying. Even Maria was hardly comprehending her own speech.
As they turned the corner of the hall, the moment they had been both dreading and looking forward to came. Max, Michael, and Isabel were standing next to their lockers. Isabel was checking her make-up in her locker mirror, and Michael was staring blankly down the hall. Max was holding a book in his face, reading silently. He was the first of them to notice Liz, Maria, and Alex walking towards them. Michael snapped back into reality and noticed them too. Isabel finally turned around from her mirror. The three of them stared at each other, as Liz, Maria, and Alex finally reached them. For a moment there was silence, and the awkwardness of the situation fell upon them.
Liz spoke up. "Hi," was all she could manage to say. She stared into Max's eyes, wishing she knew what he was thinking. She waited for someone else to speak.
Max stared at Liz, and their eyes connected for one moment, one wonderful moment where their souls seemed to connect as well, before Liz looked away, though she wanted nothing more in her heart than to take another step closer towards him and look into his eyes forever.
Isabel smiled, not that she was particularly happy or anything, just to fill a little bit of space and maybe take the level of weirdness of this moment down a notch. It didn't work. She decided to say something. "So...how was your summer, Liz?" Isabel asked, like she actually cared what the answer was.
Liz was surprised and relieved at the same time that someone spoke more than one syllable. "Oh, it was really fun," she lied. "I went away to camp. An all girls' thing."
Max sighed a sigh of relief at that last sentence, but he did it a little too loudly. He blushed slightly at his own mistake. "Sounds cool," he added.
Maria watched Michael and didn't care if he thought she was weird for staring at him. He seemed as though he wanted to say something, but no words came out of his mouth.
Liz asked Max if she could see his schedule. He complied, and they both held out their schedules. Fortunately and unfortunately, they had most of the same classes--all except 4th. They even had the same homeroom. Liz wasn't sure if she was glad that their schedules were so similar or not. She hoped that Max's past-wife Tess wouldn't be in any of those same classes, but that was highly unlikely.
Michael finally opened his mouth and spoke; Maria thought he would have exploded if he didn't. "Maria, I need to talk to you."
Maria was very relieved to hear those words come out of Michael's mouth. She tried to play hard to get, to manipulate him a little, but all she could get out was a pathetically weak, "but Michael...."
"Please?" he said. Maria couldn't resist any longer. She nodded. Michael grabbed her arm and led her into the eraser room.
Maria looked around the room. "The eraser room, huh? I remember the last time we were in here together...."
But making out in the eraser room didn't seem to be the thing on Michael's mind. Maria was tired of waiting. "What is it?"
Michael stared into Maria's eyes. "I'm sure Liz filled in on what happened that night."
"Yeah, she did," Maria replied. Were they all going to refer to that night as "that night" from now on? Maria wondered. Was that night that important to be given a "that" before it?
Michael continued. "I want you to know something. Even though my destiny is to be with Isabel...."
Maria frowned and looked away from him for a moment. He just had to bring up Isabel being his destined love., Maria could not help but thinking. But surely he had a point to make, otherwise he wouldn't be telling me this. Maria looked up at him again, waiting for whatever he was about to say to be said.
"And I need to find a way home to save my planet...."
This wasn't sounding like good news to Maria. She tried to prepare herself for whatever Michael bad news was. Was he together with Maria? Or was he just going to say that me and him need to stay away from each other? Or would it be even worse?
Michael sighed. "But I can find a way to my home planet without dating Isabel. Besides, I don't want to. I want to be with you."
Maria wanted this moment to be as romantic as possible. She imagined that she would say, "Oh, Michael, I want to be with you too," before he dipped her down and kissed her passionately. But with the smell of eraser dust in her nose, and the shock of Michael's sudden romantic eraser room visit, all she could do is stare at him.
Michael looked away from her. "I thought you'd be happy..." he said. "But if you don't want to be with me anymore, I understand...."
"No!" Maria shouted. She cleared her throat. "I mean, I do want to be with you. There's no one I'd rather be with than you, Michael."
Michael smiled. His smile caused Maria to smile. Then they leaned towards each other and kissed. The kiss was so wonderful to experience, and she knew that there was nothing else she would rather be doing at that moment than being with him. She reached out her hand and locked the eraser room door.
Liz walked the halls of Roswell High yet again, Maria on one side of her, and Alex on the other. They spoke normally, as if today was just like any other first day of school, even though they were all nervous about seeing their loves. Liz had informed them of what the mysterious orbs had done and described everything about that night while crying and eating out of a container of vanilla ice cream the day after the aliens' "destiny" had been revealed. Now they were in denial, each of them dealing in their own way. Liz had gone away to camp over the summer, to avoid incidents at which she would ever run into Max. Maria always had cypress oil by her side in case her mind wandered, and her eyes began to water. Alex glued himself to his computer, sometimes not looking up for hours at a time, for he feared his computer distraction would not hold his attention. None of them spoke a word about the Roswellian things that had happened at the end of last school year, and Liz was glad; she was afraid her eyes would swell up with tears in front of her friends if they ever did talk about it.
The three friends walked down the hall in step, Maria chatting on and on about some new teacher who was rumored to be real tough, though all three of them new that they weren't listening to what she was saying. Even Maria was hardly comprehending her own speech.
As they turned the corner of the hall, the moment they had been both dreading and looking forward to came. Max, Michael, and Isabel were standing next to their lockers. Isabel was checking her make-up in her locker mirror, and Michael was staring blankly down the hall. Max was holding a book in his face, reading silently. He was the first of them to notice Liz, Maria, and Alex walking towards them. Michael snapped back into reality and noticed them too. Isabel finally turned around from her mirror. The three of them stared at each other, as Liz, Maria, and Alex finally reached them. For a moment there was silence, and the awkwardness of the situation fell upon them.
Liz spoke up. "Hi," was all she could manage to say. She stared into Max's eyes, wishing she knew what he was thinking. She waited for someone else to speak.
Max stared at Liz, and their eyes connected for one moment, one wonderful moment where their souls seemed to connect as well, before Liz looked away, though she wanted nothing more in her heart than to take another step closer towards him and look into his eyes forever.
Isabel smiled, not that she was particularly happy or anything, just to fill a little bit of space and maybe take the level of weirdness of this moment down a notch. It didn't work. She decided to say something. "So...how was your summer, Liz?" Isabel asked, like she actually cared what the answer was.
Liz was surprised and relieved at the same time that someone spoke more than one syllable. "Oh, it was really fun," she lied. "I went away to camp. An all girls' thing."
Max sighed a sigh of relief at that last sentence, but he did it a little too loudly. He blushed slightly at his own mistake. "Sounds cool," he added.
Maria watched Michael and didn't care if he thought she was weird for staring at him. He seemed as though he wanted to say something, but no words came out of his mouth.
Liz asked Max if she could see his schedule. He complied, and they both held out their schedules. Fortunately and unfortunately, they had most of the same classes--all except 4th. They even had the same homeroom. Liz wasn't sure if she was glad that their schedules were so similar or not. She hoped that Max's past-wife Tess wouldn't be in any of those same classes, but that was highly unlikely.
Michael finally opened his mouth and spoke; Maria thought he would have exploded if he didn't. "Maria, I need to talk to you."
Maria was very relieved to hear those words come out of Michael's mouth. She tried to play hard to get, to manipulate him a little, but all she could get out was a pathetically weak, "but Michael...."
"Please?" he said. Maria couldn't resist any longer. She nodded. Michael grabbed her arm and led her into the eraser room.
Maria looked around the room. "The eraser room, huh? I remember the last time we were in here together...."
But making out in the eraser room didn't seem to be the thing on Michael's mind. Maria was tired of waiting. "What is it?"
Michael stared into Maria's eyes. "I'm sure Liz filled in on what happened that night."
"Yeah, she did," Maria replied. Were they all going to refer to that night as "that night" from now on? Maria wondered. Was that night that important to be given a "that" before it?
Michael continued. "I want you to know something. Even though my destiny is to be with Isabel...."
Maria frowned and looked away from him for a moment. He just had to bring up Isabel being his destined love., Maria could not help but thinking. But surely he had a point to make, otherwise he wouldn't be telling me this. Maria looked up at him again, waiting for whatever he was about to say to be said.
"And I need to find a way home to save my planet...."
This wasn't sounding like good news to Maria. She tried to prepare herself for whatever Michael bad news was. Was he together with Maria? Or was he just going to say that me and him need to stay away from each other? Or would it be even worse?
Michael sighed. "But I can find a way to my home planet without dating Isabel. Besides, I don't want to. I want to be with you."
Maria wanted this moment to be as romantic as possible. She imagined that she would say, "Oh, Michael, I want to be with you too," before he dipped her down and kissed her passionately. But with the smell of eraser dust in her nose, and the shock of Michael's sudden romantic eraser room visit, all she could do is stare at him.
Michael looked away from her. "I thought you'd be happy..." he said. "But if you don't want to be with me anymore, I understand...."
"No!" Maria shouted. She cleared her throat. "I mean, I do want to be with you. There's no one I'd rather be with than you, Michael."
Michael smiled. His smile caused Maria to smile. Then they leaned towards each other and kissed. The kiss was so wonderful to experience, and she knew that there was nothing else she would rather be doing at that moment than being with him. She reached out her hand and locked the eraser room door.