lovely banner by ~Amara~
Summary: Wishes are just wishes, aren’t they?
A/N: So I can’t get this idea out of my head, I know what you’re thinking “is she crazy? Fee is already leaving us hanging with another fic!” I know but I can’t help myself! I’ve got so many ideas for this story.
Please let me know what you think, whether or not I should continue.
Couple: Focuses on D/L
Disclaimer: Ok I got the inspiration for this fic from the episode of Supernatural What Is And What Should Never Be and the movie Big (y’know with Tom Hanks, I know random). I don’t own either of those nor do I own Roswell or any of the characters.
Tess isn’t evil, so Alex is still alive (YAY!)
Chapter one
“C’mon Liz,” Maria encouraged, grabbing her best friend’s arm.
“Maria why did you insist on bringing me here?” Liz whined. Honestly she would rather be anywhere else at that particular moment.
“It’s a carnival Lizzie, its fun!”
Fun, yeah, Liz snorted to herself. The last time she went to a carnival didn’t exactly leave her feeling warm and fuzzy. I guess being kidnapped by a shapeshifter could do that to you.
The scent of cotton candy and popcorn filled her senses, she felt sick.
Not only was she at a carnival but she also had to endure the fact that she was the only one out of the group who didn’t have a date. Alex had Isabel, Maria had Michael and Max had Tess.
Ahh, Max Evans. The man who brought her back to life yet killed her at the same time. Ok so maybe that’s a bit dramatic, she thought to herself.
Liz was over him, she truly was. Hell, she even considered Tess a friend and despite how much she tried to she couldn’t hate Max. But that still didn’t make the ache go away completely. He stayed away from her, like Future Max had asked, had predicted but Liz had been right when she said to him that she would end up alone.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a firework going off above her head. The sound of bangs and people appreciating the sight danced around her.
To her left Alex had his arm around Isabel. They looked so happy. Liz was glad, if there was anybody in this world who deserved to be happy it was her best friend Alex, he was a good guy.
Beyond them were Max and Tess. Jealously bit at her slightly but the feeling left as soon as it came. If you’d asked her a year ago how she would feel about them together, Liz would have probably burst into tears but after the whole Future Max thing she knew it was for the best. And Tess wasn’t a bad chick; in fact she was pretty cool. She even asked Liz if she was ok with them as an item. Liz’s relationship with Max was now purely platonic. He was like her brother and aside from the whole finding the orb thing they never really had the fiery, explosiveness in their relationship. It was tentative, awkward, and unsure. A high school romance.
No, she wasn’t jealous of their relationship. It was their closeness. She gave up everything for a better future and now she was alone. Sure she had her friends but it somehow didn’t feel enough.
Liz looked to her right a moment later; Michael was stood with arm around Maria, trying to protect her from the fire works. Liz smiled, some habits die hard.
The seven of them walked around the site ten minutes later, taking in the atmosphere.
“Ok, clowns freak me out,” Alex said shuddering slightly.
“You’re such a wuss Whitman,” Michael replied.
“Seriously Alex you need to get over that. They’re not going to kill you when you’re in bed,” Liz laughed.
“You never know!” Alex said indignantly.
The group laughed as they passed what looked like a mannequin in a glass case.
“Oooh, what’s this?” Tess squealed excitedly. She had never been to a carnival before.
“A quarter I will need from you, to make your every wish come true,” Max read out loud from the parchment.
“What a loud of crap,” Michael muttered.
“I want to have a go,” Maria said shrugged off her boyfriend. She took a quarter out of her pocket and put it in the slot. She closed her eyes as she made a wish before turning the handle allowing the money to roll into the mouth of the mannequin, which was modelled on a fortune teller, big hooped earrings and a sovereign chain around its neck.
Maria turned around and then sighed sadly. “It didn’t come true.”
At their questioning looks she continued. “Michael didn’t turn into Brad Pitt,” she said in a sad voice.
*
Two hours later Liz had somehow lost her gang. She wandered around aimlessly, her anxiety not at losing her friends; no she could take care of herself. What was bothering her was the fact that her bladder felt like it was ready to burst.
Finally, she noticed a portable rest room a few hundred yards away. Breaking into a run she made her way over there. Whew, probably just in time too.
Liz walked out a few minutes later, her face displaying her disgust, sure those things were convenient but hygienic they certainly were not.
Suddenly bright lights and a loud tinkling tune started up from next to her. She clutched her chest in fright. Thank God she didn’t have a heart condition.
It was that mannequin thing from before. Liz walked closer and took a quarter out of her pocket. She shrugged. It couldn’t hurt right?
TBC??
