Author's Notes: Hey, I said this was fluff; that's means no bittersweet endings.

ParkerEvans: The short story "Poor Liz" can be found at the forum under the Award Winner's section. The author is LivE. It's a really good Dreamer fic and I highly recommend it. Thanks for the reveiw. I'm glad you like my sense of humor.

Galatea: Well, here's some more. I hope you like!

Whose Who? -- Part 3

Justin POV

I can just see you're reaction now; you're shaking your head at me, aren't you? You're thinking that I'm making a huge fuss out of nothing, because my roommate kept the fact that he has a girlfriend a secret. In a way I guess I am, yet that's the root of the problem. I can hardly find anything out about his girlfriend, and I mean hardly anything. Heck, I didn't even learn her name until about two weeks after Alex told us wasn't gay. Yes, I'm aware that Alex basically told Rick and me to butt out of his love life, but come on, who doesn't like a little bit of mystery and intrigue in his/her life?

So, getting back to my dilemma. After Alex told us he had a girlfriend, we basically backed off giving him a hard time about not seeing anyone. You have to respect a guy for trying to make a long distance relationship work. Then I started to notice small things. They really didn't bother me back then, but when I thought about later; it got me thinking. First off, like I said earlier, Alex was pretty tight lipped about his girlfriend, which in itself is nothing, until I realized that she never contacted him. When I mean never, I mean NEVER! No letters, phone calls, e-mails, nothing, I don't care where in the world you are, how hard is it to drop a line to someone you care about to let him/her know how you are doing? It's pretty damn inconsiderate that's what it is. Don't go telling me that maybe Alex did get messages from her and never talked about it because he would. Bet you're thinking how the hell would I know considering the guy didn't tell me that he had a girlfriend in the first place, right? Well, he would because I'm guessing he'd be pretty happy to hear from Isabel. That and I have to admit, when Alex is on the phone with one of his friends from Roswell the first thing they talk about is how neither one of them have heard anything from "them."

Yes, I've succumbed to the evil otherwise known as eavesdropping. It's not like I'm listening in some other room holding a hanky over the mouthpiece of the phone so neither party can hear me breathe. What I mean, is when Liz, Maria, or even Alex's other friend, Kyle calls the first thing out of Alex's mouth is that he hasn't hear from "her," and then he asks if they heard anything from "him" or "her" depending on who is calling. Granted it took me a while to glean the information out of their little group, but I figured out that "them" refers to their significant others. I understand you think that I'm exaggerating about the gleaning part; would you believe me if I said I wasn't?

Didn't think so.

Remember when I said I didn't find out that Isabel is the name of Alex's girlfriend until a full fortnight after he told me he had one? I really only stumbled upon that one. I was doing laundry and somehow one of Alex's jeans got into my load of dirty clothes along with his wallet. When I was putting the clothes into the machine; it fell out and a photo became dislodged. It was a photo of Alex and this gorgeous blonde at his high school senior prom. Like I said before, I was curious; so I looked at the back and saw the name Isabel Evans written on the back along with the date. I decided to put the picture back and didn't mention it to Alex. I figured, if he wanted to tell me, he would, someday. Except that day wouldn't come for a very, very long time.

Anyway, I getting ahead of myself; where was I? Oh, yeah, besides the small fact that Isabel never contacted my roommate; there was the other little fact that she wasn't the only one in their little group that went out of the country for a very vague family reason. When Liz told me that it was hard to say good-bye to everyone after graduation, I assumed that their group split because they all went away to different schools. I assumed wrong.

Sarah Lancaster was Liz's roommate at Harvard; she's also one of my friends from high school, weird coincidence isn't it? I never really thought it was strange that Alex hung out so much with Liz and Maria because they're so comfortable with each other; you can tell that they've been best friends for years. I always figured it was their way of dealing with homesickness. When I ran into Sarah in March first year she confided that she was a bit worried about her roommate (I didn't know it was Liz at the time). Apparently the poor thing wouldn't go out on a single date although several cute boys in their classes had propositioned her. When asked why, she told Sarah that she didn't want to cheat on her boyfriend. When Sarah asked about said boyfriend, the roommate told her that he was away to fight some civil dispute about familial lands. A boyfriend who never called, e-mail, sent letters, or anything. A boyfriend, whom Sarah had never seen. Hmmmm, sound familiar? The only time she would go out was to hang out with her friends from Boston U and MIT. That was when I guessed that her roommate was Liz. Sarah confided that she was worried that Liz's boyfriend wasn't real, only an excuse to keep unwanted attention from other guys away from her, or worse a figment of Liz's imagination.

That's when I started to wonder if Alex was lying too.

It just didn't seem possible, because Alex always seemed so goofy and too good-natured to be lying about something like that. I left MIT feeling somewhat conflicted last summer. Then Alex invited me to spend a week in Roswell with him before the school year started. That's when I learned a couple more things about my roommate.

Last time we talked I mentioned Maria Deluca right? Well, Maria is kind of the opposite of Liz, personality-wise and physically. Liz is a petite brunette with brown eyes, while Maria is a taller blonde with green eyes. Liz's hair is straight; Maria's is wavy. Liz has this calming effect on people, and she has the mind of a scientist, probably why she's majoring in molecular bio. Maria on the other hand, how should I put this? She's a bit high strung at times, I'm told that she use to be worse in high school, and she's mercurial. There's a SAT word for you; one minute everything's good in the world, the next she's freaking out about something.

However, Maria is good for a laugh I must confess. We first met at one of Alex's gigs; she's the lead singer for The Whits (Don't say it. Alex is really proud of the name.). Getting back to the story, I came with a couple of the guys from the hall to support Alex. Tom, a second year, who lived three doors down and widely considered to be a bit of a smooth talker, saw Maria and decided that she would be his next conquest. So the guy started to give her a good deal of sweet talk. She listened to him nicely, nodded when she was suppose to, smiled, even gave him a good glance over as if checking out his body. Then she flashed him her patented 1000-watt Deluca smile and patted him on the back saying, "You're not what I'm looking for. Sorry, babe." Granted it was at the cost of Tom's ego, but the bunch of us couldn't help cracking up at that.

So what does this all have to do with my trip to Roswell? Everything.

Jadeling's Note: Okay, got a little angsty there for a moment, but I hope I got it back to fluffiness.