I suck. I know this. I wish I could offer a better excuse for the lack of updates other than my own laziness. Unfortunately, I don't have one.
chanks_girl Thanks. They’re all making progress now that Liz has returned and faced her demons.
April I love Maria and Liz’s friendship so for me, it was actually the most important relationship to salvage.
Earth2Mama Yeah, Michael isn’t as stupid as he looks. He knew what he was doing when he took the girls down memory lane.
valentinebaby Olivia isn’t the first girl that Max has been out with since Liz. He’s dated before, but was never comfortable enough to open up or let them close. Olivia is different.
RhonaAnn Well, Michael lives one street over from Maria so he dropped her off last. But nothing happened.
dreambeliever I think it’s more that Liz
refused to consider the consequences of her actions when she was younger.
Roswellian117 Thank you very much.
Alien_Friend Yeah, I’d die if a guy I liked told the purple pee story about me. Poor Maria.
Tequathisy Thank you.
Alien614 Thanks
sarammlover No, Max and Liz have a long way to go before they end up with each other.
nwinchester The Liz and Maria friendship is very important to me so you’ll see lots more of them together. There’s even some in this part.
keepsmiling7 Thank you.
AlysLuv I can assure you that Liz won’t be pining for Max.
Rowedog Yep, Max is in a much healthier place than he was before Liz came back.
Cocogurl Olivia is nice, but I’m not expecting many people to like her. That’s fine with me. I think that readers are smart enough to realise that expecting Max and Liz to never date anybody else but each other is dumb and makes no sense.
xmag Thanks.
NotYourChick Thank you.
Jull_Ana The purple pee story is, sadly, just an invention of mine. I’m so glad that so many people liked it.
destinyc I know there’s not a whole lot of Olivia loving, but think of it this way – she’s a necessary step towards the eventual Max and Liz reunion.
Wench on a Leash Thanks for the feedback.
nitpick23 It’s not Liz that’s holding them back. Michael doesn’t realise that he has feelings for Maria yet. He’s slow like that. The age thing will be an issue later. Maria is trying her best not to have feelings for Michael again. Plus, the purple pee thing too.
SweetieB Thanks fro reading.
Bri+Jason2830 Thanks for reading, even if you don’t approve of how I’m writing my fic.
Thumbelina Glad you liked it.
Tinkerbell_love_Roswell I have Thumbelina and Tinkerbell reading my fic? Awesome. Liz is finally moving on and getting over the self-loathing. That’s the reason she came back to Roswell. She’s going to continue to progress and one day she’ll feel good about herself again. And then she’ll be ready to date.
And of course, thanks to
Michelle in LA for being my beta.
Crush – 19
Liz
Growing up, Amy Deluca was like a second mother to me. Or, maybe a better description is that she was like a cool, young aunt; the one who taught us how to put on make-up and answered our questions about boys and sex.
She’s one of the people on my ‘people I owe apologies to list’.
Amy sent me an invitation to her wedding which I tossed because it came at a time when I couldn’t even conceive coming back to Roswell. I never even sent her a card to congratulate her on her marriage. I know my mom signed my name on the gift she gave Amy and Jim, but I owed Amy more than that.
Maria has mentioned more than once that Amy would love to see me, so I’ve decided that today is today. Maria has her interview at the school so I thought I’d swing by after she’s gone, hang out with Amy for a while, and be there when Maria got home.
It’s only while I’m in the car on the way there that I realize I’m going to arrive empty-handed. The only thing I have in my car is a chicken casserole my mom asked me to drop off at Michaels. Spotting a flower shop, I pull over and hurry inside. It’s not the most brilliantly original idea ever, but I do know that Amy loves flowers.
I pick out the flowers I like and a pretty vase, and the florist sets about arranging them for me. As I’m waiting for him to finish up, I pace slowly around the store. By some stroke of luck or momentary psychic ability, I glance out the window just in time to see Isabel Evans and Kyle Valenti approaching the store.
Oh shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I’m going to come face to face with Isabel Evans. Michael has assured me that she won’t say anything to me, as long as I stay away from her. So I stand by the counter, waiting for the world’s slowest flower arranger and I don’t even turn around when the bell chimes. I just hope that staying as quiet as I can counts as ‘staying away from her’.
Kyle and Isabel are laughing as they enter. The florist welcomes them warmly and by name. They must be regulars.
“Hi Seth,” Isabel replies cheerfully. Thankfully she doesn’t approach the counter, and I can hear the click of her heels on the tiles as she walks around the store.
I feel like Lot’s wife, but I unlike her, I manage to resist the urge to look behind me.
“Where are you meeting Max?” Isabel asks.
For a second, I think she’s talking to me and I jump but Kyle speaks up. “I’m meeting him at his apartment. I figured that I could drop you off on my way. Will you be finished by then?”
Isabel laughs. “Yes, this is my last stop, I promise. Hey, you should get something for Tess.”
“Why?” Kyle asks.
“Girls like getting flowers for no reason.”
Kyle mulls it over for a moment. “Ok, what should I get?”
“You can never go wrong with a single red rose,” the florist helpfully suggests. He finally finishes up with my flowers and I hand him my debit card.
Isabel murmurs her approval of the florist’s suggestion and next thing I know, Kyle approaches the desk carrying a single, long-stemmed rose.
He nods politely at me as he waits for me to complete my transaction. I don’t think he’s actually realized who I am yet. I swallow nervously. “Hi Kyle.”
Kyle looks at me, startled. Recognition dawns on his face. He stares at me silently for a minute, and his expression transforms from shock to unfriendly. Then he picks up the rose and walks away wordlessly.
My heart sinks. I hadn’t expected Kyle to react that way.
I blink back the tears that are threatening to fall and grab my card and the flowers from the florist. I turn around to leave and, of course, Isabel is staring right at me. The look she gives me is the coldest expression I have ever seen. Beside her, Kyle turns his back on me.
I duck my head and scurry out of the store.
It’s not like Isabel’s reaction was expected and maybe I was naïve to expect Kyle to welcome me back with open arms, after all Max and Michael are his best friends. But meeting them has really thrown me off my stride. I guess because everything else was going so well with everybody else.
I sit in my car, feeling numb. After a while, Isabel and Kyle emerge from the flower shop and I hunker down so that they don’t spot me. Isabel is carrying a gorgeous, and probably expensive, bouquet of flowers. Yet she’s waving them around frantically as she talks. By the expression on her face, I think it’s a safe guess to say that I’m the topic of her rant. Kyle is nodding in agreement with her.
Thankfully they don’t see me and they just walk on past me and get into Kyle’s car. I wait until they drive off before I start up my own car and head for Maria’s house. My hands are shaking on the wheel and I’m so nervous about facing Amy but I push past those fears. I’m not going to let one bad reaction stop me from doing the right thing.
Fortunately, Amy Deluca welcomes me like a prodigal daughter and practically squeezes the life out of me. Her large pregnancy bump prevents her from getting a good grip on me though, so I survive.
Finally she releases me and drags me inside the house.
“Wow, it smells great in here,” I comment as we walk into the kitchen. Another thing that I missed in my time away from Roswell was Amy’s baking. I’ve been filling up at the Crashdown of course, but my mouth literally waters at the sight of the feast of goodies spread around Amy’s kitchen. “Wow, looks like you’re planning on feeding the five thousand.”
She laughs and lowers herself onto a stool where she was icing cupcakes before I knocked on the door. “It’s for the party we’re having this the weekend. Will you be coming?”
“I…uh,…” Maria had already texted me about the party but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to come to it.
“We only decided to do it last night so it’s all very last minute.” Amy says. “It’s just a fourth of July, baby shower thing. Nothing too fancy.”
I’m guessing that Kyle will be here for that, and Maria mentioned that Isabel and Amy had become good friends lately so she’ll probably be here too, and I’d rather avoid them. On the other hand, I don’t want to say no to Amy. So I give her the most non-committal answer I can. “I’d love to. I’m not sure of my work schedule, but if I’m free I’ll definitely come.”
“Great. It’s on Sunday. And tell your parents too, I’m going to call people later but Liz, I swear that being pregnant has melted my brain. I forget everything. I made a whole batch of Men in blackberry pies yesterday and forgot the sugar and I had to throw them all out.”
“Did you remember the sugar today?” I ask.
She crinkles her nose. “I think so.”
I grin. “Maybe I should do a taste test. To make sure.”
Amy laughs, totally seeing through my clever ruse. “You’re ever so kind, Liz. If you wouldn’t mind, please sample my cupcakes.”
I sample Amy’s baking, she decorates the cupcakes and we catch up. Amy doesn’t say anything about why I left and there’s none of the awkwardness that I usually experience when I’m doing the catch up thing with other people.
After about an hour and about, oh, ten cupcakes, Maria arrives home.
“How was it?” Amy pounces excitedly.
Maria sighs and snags a cupcake. “It went really well, but I don’t think I have a chance of getting the job.”
“Don’t say that,” Amy pleads. I can tell it would mean the world to her for Maria to get a job in Roswell that would allow her to stay here.
“I’m sorry Mom, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. I was talking to another woman who was there for an interview as well and she has seventeen years experience.”
“So? That just means she’s old and out of touch,” Amy pouts.
Maria looks at me, silently asking for help.
“Well, it’s over now. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Do you know when you’ll hear?”
“Sometime next week.” Maria looks around the kitchen, eyeing up all the baked goods.
“Try the chocolate and orange ones,” I suggest. “They are divine.”
Maria squeals in delight and jumps up.
“Liz,” Amy protests. “You weren’t supposed to tell her they’re there. She’ll eat them all.”
“You’ll just have to make more then,” Maria grins as she takes her seat again. She slides one across the table to me and wolfs down one of her own.
I glance at the one she’s given me. I really shouldn’t because I’ve already had ten. But, what the hell?
Amy sighs in an exaggerated fashion. “That’s the last time I let you sample my baking, Liz Parker.”
I don’t respond as my mouth is full of delicious cupcake. Maria goes on the hunt for something else to sample, jumping out of the way of the wooden spoon that Amy attempts to swat her with.
“There will be nothing left for the party if you two keep this up,” Amy laughs. “Maria, would you be a sweetheart and go over to Michael’s? He has a few of my Tupperware containers and I’ll need them tonight.” I guess she’s decided she needs to get rid of us.
“I’ll go with you,” I offer. “I have a casserole for him from Mom.”
“Sure, just let me go change out of this suit.”
Maria disappears in the direction of her bedroom.
“She missed you so much, Liz,” Amy says quietly. “You were like a sister to her and it devastated her to lose you.”
I'd been waiting for her to say something and now I can’t bring myself to meet her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Amy stands up and gives me a hug. “I know. I’m really glad that you’re back, Liz.”
“Thanks.”
Maria rejoins us a few minutes later dressed in shorts and a tank top. “Man it’s so good to be out of that suit. It was so hot, it felt like I was having hot flashes. Ready?”
“Yeah.” I say goodbye to Amy and then I go outside to my car to retrieve the casserole.
We decide to walk to Michael’s place. It gives me a chance to tell Maria about running into Isabel and Kyle. She’s surprised by both their reactions.
“I seriously thought Isabel was going to kill you with her bare hands when she ran into you. She definitely would have a year ago. Maybe it’s a good thing that you didn’t come back until now,” Maria jokes. “As for Kyle, I don’t know what his problem is.”
“I hurt his two best friends. And his stepsister. I think he has every right to be mad at me.”
Maria snorts. “I love Kyle. Most of the time he’s awesome. But sometimes, he’s nothing more than Isabel’s bitch. He went through this whole phase of being in love with her a while back. He’s over it now but I guess old habits are hard to break. Don’t worry about him; I’ll have a word with him.”
“Please don’t,” I plead. “He’ll get over it whenever he wants to and I don’t really care what he thinks. You and my family and Max are the people that matter most to me, after that, I really don’t care what other people think of me.”
That’s mostly bravado on my part. Of course it matters to me what other people think of me normally, but at that moment I really don’t care what Kyle or anybody else in Roswell thinks of me. Things with Maria, Michael and my parents are great. I’ve cleared the air with Max. I’ve reconnected with people like Amy and Tina. They’re the people that I care about. Nobody else matters to me.
“Michael must have company,” Maria comments, pointing out an unfamiliar car in Michael’s drive. We knock on his door. There’s no answer, but hearing laughter coming from the back yard, we head around the side of the house.
Michael’s sitting at a table on his patio drinking a beer. Kyle is standing by the table in the middle of a story. There’s the blonde girl I saw Kyle with at the bar on the railing that runs around the patio and Max is sitting opposite Michael, laughing heartily with his arm casually thrown over the back of seat occupied by Olivia Newman.
Awesome
Max
“Ready?” Kyle asks.
I swallow and nod once.
He presses a button and slowly the winch raises my jeep onto the back of the tow truck.
I’ve had Bob for thirteen years. I’ve travelled thousands of miles in him, taken him all over the country, slept in him, had some wonderful times in him and today, I have to say goodbye to him. It’s a little gut-wrenching. I just pray to God that I don’t cry or something because Kyle would never let me live that down.
Kyle comes to stand nearby and claps a hand on my shoulder. “It’s ok, Max. He’s going to live on a farm with lots of other little jeeps to play with. He’ll be happy there.”
“Piss off, Kyle,” I say, giving him a shove.
He laughs and goes back to the tow-truck to secure the jeep. When he’s done, we climb inside and he drives to the car dealership. The reason I’m catching a ride with Kyle and not taking the jeep for one final drive myself, is that when I got up this morning, the jeep refused to start. I guess it’s a good thing I had already decided to get my new car today, but I feel kind of sad that I don’t get one last ride with Bob.
“Hey, we’re having a ‘baby shower’ slash ‘fourth of July party’ slash ‘Dad got a new grill and wants to try it out’ party for Amy and Dad on Sunday. It’s nothing fancy, just a barbeque and lots of Amy’s desserts. Wanna come?”
As if I'd turn down an offer of Amy Deluca’s baking! "I’ll be there.”
“Cool.” He gives me a sly look. “Bring Olivia if you want. She’s more than welcome.”
I shrug nonchalantly, but I can’t help the grin spreading across my face. “I’ll see if she’s free.”
“Tess is very excited that you have a girlfriend. She’s planning double dates and couples weekends already,” Kyle laughs.
“Whoa, hold on. She’s not my girlfriend yet, we haven’t even been out on a date.” But, here’s hoping.
Kyle laughs. “I did point that out to Tess but it’s like talking to the wall sometimes. I think she’s desperate for girlfriends actually. She doesn’t really know any girls here apart from the people at the office and there’s nobody there her age. She liked Olivia, so she’s excited that she might get to hang out with an actual
girl.”
“What about Isabel?” I ask. Kyle and Isabel have developed a weird sort of friendship. They’ve become pretty close in the last few years. Kyle has been single during that time so I wonder how Isabel is handling having to share her best friend with another girl.
Kyle shrugs. “They liked each other but they’ve nothing in common. Isabel is married and pregnant and I think Tess wants friends who aren’t as tied down.”
“So, Isabel approves of Tess?”
“Yeah. Now, I just need to introduce her to Amy. And Maria.” Kyle shakes his head ruefully. “Man, what the hell happened to me? I spent my whole life in a woman-free existence and now I’m surrounded by women.”
I laugh as he pulls the truck into the car dealership.
My new car is waiting on the forecourt. It looks so shiny, sleek and new compared to the recently departed Bob. I climb out of the cab of Kyle’s truck. He lowers his window to talk to me. “Do you want time to say goodbye?”
“Just go,” I tell him. “I’ll see you at Michael’s.”
He honks the horn at me and drives off towards the scrap yard. I watch until he rounds the corner, out of sight and push down on the swell of emotion I feel as Bob is taken away. I clear my throat and go to find Buddy so that I can complete the transaction and get out of here.
It doesn’t take long and very soon, I’m driving my car out of the dealership. It really is a great car; and Kyle’s trick of bringing a mechanic, a lawyer and a Sheriff’s deputy along to pick out the car definitely helped get me a good deal but I can’t help but feel a little underwhelmed as I drive it out onto the road and around Roswell. This is the type of car my Mom would drive.
I decide to stop by Olivia’s on the way. She’s just getting home from work and after a quick change, she jumps into the car beside me and I head to Michael’s place.
Kyle is there by the time we arrive and he and Michael are out front, waiting for us. We stand around for a while, doing the man thing of discussing the engine and the tires and top speed and whatnot.
“Max, it’s gorgeous. I love the color,” Olivia coos after a while.
“Yeah, very pretty,” Michael smirks.
I flip him the bird.
He just grins back at me. “Alright, I have beers on ice. Anybody want one?”
Stupid question.
We make our way around to the back of the house and take a seat on the deck. Michael brings out beers, Tess arrives a few minutes later and soon we’re just hanging out and chatting.
“We should call Jesse and Isabel to come over,” Kyle suggests.
Michael groans. “No Isabel. I’ve had enough of her today.”
“What happened,” I laugh.
“She actually called me over to her house this morning because she wanted me to go deal with a woman on her street who hangs her clothes out on a line. Apparently it’s against the rules of the neighborhood association. She runs that thing like the Third Reich.”
Sadly, Michael is not exaggerating. Isabel runs her neighborhood association like it’s a fascist state and she’s the head of state. It’s hilarious. Hilarious for us anyway, because we don’t live on her street.
Olivia laughs. “Is she still like that?”
“She’s worse,” Michael, Kyle and I say at the same time, then laugh.
“Oh God!” Olivia shudders.
“I’m sure she’s not
that bad,” Tess chides.
“She is,” Kyle nods.
Tess laughs, outraged. “She’s one of your best friends, Kyle. How can you compare her to the Nazis?”
“Technically, I’m not the one who compared her to Nazis. That was Michael,” Kyle points out. Tess rolls her eyes. “But I happen to agree with him.”
“Tell her the story of the dog,” I encourage Kyle. I turn to Olivia. “This is a good one.”
Kyle rises to his feet, to tell the story of Isabel and the dog. I’ve heard him tell this story about a dozen times now, and each time, it makes me laugh harder. He has a way of telling Isabel stories that cracks me up.
“Ok, so, Isabel and Jesse had just moved into their new house. It had taken them months and months to get it just right. Finally everything was perfect, right down to the color of the flowers in the window boxes.”
Just remembering the ordeal of the window boxes makes me laugh. Olivia, not in on that particular jokes, gives me a weird look. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer before letting my arm drop down on the seatback behind her. Sometimes, you have a perfect moment. One that sticks with you always. This is one of those moments, sitting in the pleasant sunshine with close friends, just hanging out and having fun.
It never lasts.
Kyle stops talking, his gaze riveted to something just behind us. I turn around to see what caught his attention.
It’s Liz and Maria.
Liz looks like she wants the ground to swallow her up. She’s clinging to the dish in her hands like a drowning person holds a life buoy.
“Hi,” Maria says with an awkward wave. It breaks the awkward silence. We all echo her greeting. “Sorry to interrupt.”
Michael stands up and goes over to them. “Is that food?” he asks as he slips his arm around Liz’s shoulder.
She nods but doesn’t hand the dish over. Michael puts his other arm around Maria’s shoulder and leads them both over towards the table we’re all gathered around.
“Do you two know Tess and Olivia?” Michael asks.
“Hi Maria.” Tess gives Liz a bright smile and sticks out her hand for Liz to shake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
Liz swallows nervously and shakes Tess’ hand. “You too.” She turns to Olivia and gives her a small, nervous smile. “I remember you from a few years ago, when you used to come into the Crashdown.”
Olivia seems to size Liz up for a moment before smiling back at her. “I remember you, too. And Maria of course. Wow, the last time I saw you both, you were little girls.”
Maria says something in reply to Olivia, but I don’t catch it. My attention is on Kyle, standing behind Michael and the girls. He hasn’t said a word since they made their appearance and his face looks like thunder. He puts down his beer and jerks his head at Tess, to indicate that he wants to leave. She looks surprised.
“I’m going to take off,” he announces suddenly. “Catch you later, guys. Maria, tell Amy that I’ll come look at the Jetta tomorrow. Olivia, nice to see you again.” He says nothing to Liz. “Tess, you coming?”
Tess slides off the railing she’s sitting on, looking confused. “I guess. Liz, it was nice to meet you. Bye, guys.”
Kyle practically drags her out of the yard.
Michael shakes his head, then takes the dish from the Liz’s hand. “I’ll put this in the fridge. Beer?”
“Please,” Maria accepts.
“I’ll just have a soda. Whatever you have,” Liz adds.
Olivia squeezes my hand gently, to get my attention. I look her way and realize, that she wants to see how I’m doing and if I want to go. I grin at her to show her I’m fine.
Maria takes a seat opposite us and pulls Liz down beside her. “So, Olivia, you look fantastic. I guess South America agrees with you.”
“Thanks, yeah, I loved it there.”
“Where were you based?” Liz asks in a small voice.
“Rio, most of the time. I also did a couple of months in Peru and I travelled extensively while I was there.”
Michael comes back out with a beer for Maria and a glass of coke for Liz. “How was your interview?” he asks as he sits down.
“It was fine,” Maria shrugs. “But, I’m not holding out much hope that I’ll actually land the job.”
“What was the interview for?” I ask.
“Guidance counselor, at West Roswell.” She takes a sip of her beer and then turns to Michael suddenly. “Oh, by the way, I have something for you.”
Michael looks excited. Until Maria reaches behind him and clips him soundly on the back of the head. It’s so unexpected that I snort beer out through my nose.
“Ow,” Michael grouses, rubbing his head. “What the hell was that for?”
“
That was for telling me my pee was purple. I asked my mother and she confirmed that you’re a big, fat liar.”
“I’m not fat.”
“Purple pee?” Olivia asks.
“Michael told Maria that she used to drink a purple juice that made her pee purple,” Liz explains.
“My mother tells a different story,” Maria says, glaring at Michael. Then she turns to me and narrows her eyes. “And you had a part to play in it too, Mr. Evans.”
Suddenly I remember what she’s talking about and I start laughing.
“What happened?” Liz asks, she’s laughing too.
“Apparently, these two were doing experiments with our diapers. And when they got caught, they tried to blame it on us. We were babies!” Maria explains, clearly outraged at the idea of Michael and I trying to blame her for it.
“What were you doing?” Olivia asks.
“It was all in the name of science.” I shake my head in amusement. “You know in diaper adverts where they compare the absorption of the diapers by pouring liquid onto them? Well we reenacted that. Using that weird purple drink that Amy always gave Maria.”
“We used up like two entire packs trying to get it to work and then we were afraid that we’d get into trouble so we threw them all out in the thrash,” Michael continues. “But I guess Amy found them and when she asked us why they were all purple, we tried to convince her it was because of the stuff she gave Maria to drink.”
“We were nine,” I add. To explain away our stupidity.
“We were three!” Maria gasps in mock outrage, but she’s laughing so it kind of ruins the effect.
“It was for a school project and we got an A for it,” Michael injects, sounding absurdly proud of it. “My first and only A for science. Grandma Claudia told me it was a very original idea. I have it upstairs somewhere.”
“You kept it?” Liz giggles.
“Hell yeah, I got an A for it,” Michael answers.
“I want to see that,” I tell him.
“I’ll dig it out for you.”
“Hey,” Olivia exclaims suddenly. “Your grandmother was an archaeologist wasn’t she? I remember you saying that once.” When Michael nods, she continues. “I read a book a while ago by Claudia Parker a while back. Was that her?”
Michael shrugs and turns to Liz.
“Possibly,” Liz answers. “What was the book?”
“I don’t remember the title. But I’ve been reading a lot on indigenous American cultures and architecture.”
Liz nods. “It was probably Grandma Claudia’s. She was an expert on Native American architecture.”
“That’s so cool,” Olivia gushes. “I got really interested in the whole subject when I was in South America. I trekked to Machu Pichu and Choquequirao and they just blew me away.”
“Wow,” Liz is impressed. Her earlier reticence is forgotten now. “I’ve put some of the money Grandma Claudia left me aside and I’m going to go to Machu Pichu when I graduate. I’ve always wanted to go, ever since she showed me her slides when I was a little girl.”
“You definitely have to go. It’s amazing.”
They launch into a conversation about Machu Pichu and archaeology. After a few minutes, Maria and Michael excuse themselves to go look for Tupperware or something.
I stay outside with the two girls. They’re both pretty knowledgeable on the subject and the conversation is almost too intellectual for me, but I enjoy listening to them talk.
It strikes me then, how similar they are. They’re both incredibly intelligent and when they talk about a subject that interests them, like this, they get so animated. That was one of the things that attracted me to ‘Lucy’ six years ago.
While Liz is explaining something to Olivia, I take the chance to study her. She’s more alive and more confident than I’ve seen her since she came back to Roswell. She’s exactly how I remember Lucy actually, but with less make up. Seeing her like this, watching her eyes light up and her hands gesturing frantically as she makes her point, it reminds me how easy it was to fall for her six years ago.
I wonder if what happened, hadn’t happened, could I have fallen for this Liz?
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