Chapter 2 Location: (Roswell New Mexico)
"Michael pass me the Tabasco sauce..." a girls' voice said.
"No, I'm not done with it yet..." Michael hissed, dousing some more of the hot sauce all over his cheeseburger. After that he started shaking some into his soda as well.
The girl who had spoken, and was sitting next to him rolled her eyes and growled slightly, staring up at the guy with the Tabasco.
He had sandy brown hair, brown eyes to match, and he had on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was tall for his age of sixteen.
"You've used practically the whole bottle already..." the girl muttered under her breath.
She watched him for another minute before snatching the Tabasco right out of his hand and dousing her own burger with it.
"Hey I just told you I wasn't done with that yet!" Michael snapped angrily.
"Well I decided you were." The girl replied smartly, putting some in her soda before placing the now empty bottle of Tabasco in the middle of the table.
"Will you two knock it off? People are starting to stare at us..." a guy of age sixteen said from across the booth.
He had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was tall like Michael, and slightly tanned as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of slightly baggy tan colored pants.
"Sure they are Maxwell. Paranoid much?" Michael asked, setting the other side of the bun on his burger and taking a bite.
Max eyed him momentarily before turning his attention to the girl sitting beside Michael.
She was a little more than a year younger than both of the guys, and had long dark brown hair, and soft brown eyes. Her skin was slightly pale, sort of strange for someone who lived in Roswell, and she was wearing a light blue top with a pair of navy blue hip huggers.
"So, did you finish your homework?" he asked. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Duh! Its been done since the last time you asked me. You know, five minutes ago?" she replied.
Michael laughed shortly. "Dude, relax...You've been so preoccupied lately, just eat some lunch!" he told him.
"I'm not really hungry..." Max stated, looking around the fast food place.
Nearly all of the tables were packed with people enjoying their lunches and making short conversations with one another. A large sign hung in the front right above the menu's that read 'The Crash Down'.
It was one of Roswell's main tourist attractions because of the whole 'Alien theme' the small fast food shop had. Nearly everything on the menu was named after something to do with Aliens or space.
The Crash Down looked like any other normal fast food spot. There were blue booths lined up against the right side of the room, a few tables in the middle. Than at the left of the room there was a fairly long counter where you went to order your food. There were also blue and orange stools in front of it where you could sit and eat.
The only thing that made it different from other food places was the alien theme, which was everywhere. There were posters hung up on the walls, a bulletin board with pictures, newspaper clippings, and news from the local High school, Roswell High. There was even a painting of aliens and spaceships covering half of one of the walls.
"How can you not be hungry? We've been walking around all day, and you told me you skipped breakfast." The girl said, taking a bit out of her burger as well.
Max turned to her, taking his attention back to his friends. "I'm just not hungry okay? I'll grab something later." he said.
Michael was about to point out that fact that it had been Max who had decided to go to the Crash Down in the first place, but he stopped as he heard a ringing sound like a bell. He glanced up at the front door to see a man enter the Crash Down. He looked middle aged, blonde hair with brown highlights and blue gray eyes.
His face was rigid, like he wasn't in a very good mood. He was wearing a business suit, one that looked quite expensive, and was carrying a briefcase in one hand, and a cell phone in the other.
He looked around for a moment and caught sight of Michael looking at him. As the man stared at him, a cold chill ran through out Michael's entire body. He shivered slightly. He didn't know why, but that man gave him a bad feeling...
After a moment the man walked over to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee, sitting down and putting the brief case he had been carrying on the stool beside him. He opened it and took out a laptop, starting it up just as a waitress brought him his coffee; he thanked her and took a sip as he began typing something.
"Michael, something wrong?" Max asked, noticing Michael staring at someone at the counter.
"What? No, Nothing..." Michael replied quickly, snapping out of his thoughts and coming back into reality.
"It looked like you were watching that guy over there." Max stated. Michael glanced quickly at the guy again.
He was sitting there, taking a sip of coffee every now and than. He seemed to be trying to hide the monitor slightly every time someone walked past him. As if he didn't want anyone to see what he was working on...He didn't seem to mind all of the noise around him though.
"Yeah, well don't you think he looks a little out of place?" Michael said.
"What, is he doing something suspicious?" the girl asked.
"No! Look, will you guys just knock it off?!" Michael snapped, trying to keep his voice down.
"Sorry...looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning..."
"Claire just stop it okay?" Michael said, fuming slightly.
Claire rolled her eyes and glimpsed at the guy again. "Actually he does look kind of weird...like he isn't from around here." She said.
"Great, now you've roped her into you're little 'suspicious' guy thing." Max said.
"I didn't rope anyone into anything! You two are just assuming things!" Michael hissed.
"Well look at him!" Claire said. "Nice Business suit, fancy brief case...laptop, cell phone...no one around here has that much stuff..."
"She has a point Maxwell. This guy could mean trouble." Michael said.
"Michael, just cool it. There is nothing suspicious about that guy. He's just a guy, who came in here for a cup of coffee, and in a few minutes he'll be gone and we'll never see him again. He's probably a tourist from California or something, down here on business for the whole alien thing." Max said.
Claire glanced at her burger and frowned slightly. "Do they ever melt the cheese on these things?" she whispered.
The placed her hand over the burger and within seconds the cheese had completely melted and the burger was steaming. "There, that's better..." she said, taking a bite.
"Claire..." Max warned. "What?" she asked innocently.
"We're not supposed to use our powers in public. Someone could see you..." he whispered, glancing around in a paranoid fashion.
"Maxwell chill. I do that all the time." Michael said, drinking some of his soda. "Yeah, maybe that's where she's getting it..." Max muttered.
"Hey! I am of sick of you treating me like I'm a little kid just because I'm a year younger than you guys okay?!" Claire snapped angrily.
"Now who's in the bad mood?" Max said smartly, smiling slightly. Claire rolled her eyes and continued to eat her lunch.
"Claire? Claire!! There you are! Gosh I've been looking all over for you!" a voice called.
Michael, Claire, and Max turned to see a girl of fourteen burst through the front doors of the Crash Down. She had shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing an outfit that consisted of a yellow shirt with a green bikini strap over it.
It had a design in the middle of heart, which was half green and half yellow. She also had on a pair of blue shorts with a yellow-green belt that was handing down slightly on one side.
"That's our cue Maxwell..." Michael said, standing up and starting to leave.
"Oh no you don't, you're not leaving just because you don't like her..." Claire said, pulling Michael back into the booth. Michael scowled and glared at Claire as her friend slid into the seat next to Max.
"Claire, I just had to tell you as soon as I found out!" she said, excitement in her voice.
"What is it now Nicole?" Michael asked, not thrilled about having to stay at the booth. Nicole glared at him but turned back to Claire, growing excited again almost instantly.
"A family is moving to Roswell! To our neighborhood!" she said. Claire's eyes widened slightly, as did Max and Michaels.
"Someone's moving here?" Max asked.
Nicole turned to him. "Yeah...I was just at the school with my mom before she dropped me off here, and I overheard her talking with one of the teachers that a new family is moving here! The teacher over heard it from the principal or something." She added.
"And we would care about this why?" Michael asked.
Claire rolled her eyes and Nicole turned to glare at him. "Oh, I'm sorry Michael. I must have forgot that you were brooding again." She said.
"And I must have forgot that you were leaving." Michael replied. Nicole growled. "Why are you always such a crab? Grow up already!" she said.
"I need to grow up?! Well let me tell you something, you need to—"
"Michael! Shut it..." Claire hissed, elbowing him in the shoulder. Michael sent both girls dirty looks as he tried to rub the pain out of his arm.
"Look, can you two just stop bickering already?" Max asked.
"Whatever..." Nicole said, leaning back and crossing her arms. Every couple of seconds she would glance up at Michael as if to see if he was planning on saying something to her.
"Look Nicole, we have to leave." Michael said, glancing at Claire and Max.
"Leave? But I just got here—"Nicole said.
"Yeah, that's why we're leaving." Michael said, scooting Claire out of the booth so he could step out.
"Michael knock it off..." Claire muttered, shoving him slightly. Nicole stepped beside Claire, letting Max out of the booth as well.
"Michael what is the problem?" Max whispered, walking over to him and making sure that Nicole was out of earshot. Michael glanced up at the guy at the counter and Max followed his gaze. The man was typing madly into his laptop, but as the two guys stared at him he turned and watched them out of the corner of his eye.
"The guy is acting way to strangely Maxwell. Some thing's up." Michael whispered back to him.
"Michael, don't. We have enough to worry about without one of your crazy suspicions--" Max said.
"This is not crazy! That guy is watching us!" he said, holding his hand out slightly towards the man.
"Michael, just meet me out in the jeep okay? We'll talk about this later..." Max said, as Claire and Nicole neared them.
Michael sighed angrily and stormed out of the Crash Down, heading into the parking lot. 'What was that all about?' Claire mouthed, watching Michael leave. 'We'll talk later...' Max mouthed back.
"Look Nicole, I'm sorry but we have to get going." Max said, turning to her.
"But can't Claire stay? I wanted to talk to her." Nicole said, looking up at him pleadingly.
Max sighed, "Okay, you have until we get to the jeep..." He said, pushing open the doors and walking into the parking lot. As Max walked he heard both girls talking about something behind him.
But none of them seemed to notice the man from the Crash Down follow them out. He watched them for a moment, standing in front of the doors to the cafe with his brief case at his side. He grinned slightly and walked over to his car, getting inside and watching as they passed him on their way to their jeep...