Roswell Fanatics

They ate much of their breakfast in silence, eyes flicking every now and then to the booth across the room. The words hovered over both of them, the things they so desperately wanted to talk about but couldn’t in the crowded diner. “How do you like the omelet?” Liz asked as she wiped her mouth with ...

They walked through the doors earlier than Liz expected. The families usually didn’t come in for breakfast and brunch until at least ten o’clock; and yet there was Phillip, Diane and Becca sauntering into their usual booth before the clock hands even reached nine o’clock. Becca walked through first,...

Five hours was all she had left in Roswell. As Liz’s eyes fluttered open and rested on the alarm clock that was all she could think about. Five hours was all she had left with her mom and dad, with Alex and Maria. She looked across the bed to Max. Five hours left to unlock the truth for Max. She gav...

The reaction had been automatic. Every time her brain tried to process the fact that Max had been found and abandoned by the Evans family she felt like vomiting. So she didn’t try to fight it. But here she stood over the toilet, holding her hair away from her face, unable to throw up anything. A sof...

At first she couldn’t meet his eyes. She couldn’t tell him she had seen nothing, but she didn’t know what to make of the images she’d seen either. Licking her lips, Liz tried to figure out how to phrase what she’d seen without lying to him. He had had a home before Midland, for how long she couldn’t...

The fatigue from the twenty-eight hour journey from Oregon to New Mexico finally caught up with Max as he slept well past ten. Liz could hear the sounds of a Saturday beginning in Roswell as she lay in bed beside him; she could smell Heavenly Hash specials and Bacon Baskets wafting up to her room. M...

Once the high school kids that always stayed until closing departed, the four were left alone in the restaurant. Liz flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED and when her dad hit the lights the booth they were wedged in was illuminated only by the tiny lamp on the wall. Over the course of the night they’d go...

The dinner rush was still in full force as Max and Liz walked through the swinging door to the Crashdown. Max shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other as he and Liz waited by the counter for a booth to open up, all eyes in the diner upon them. Upon him, the new man who had suddenly sw...

Author's Note: You all are much to much too kind! I'm slightly busy (as usual) at the moment, but will try to get a new part out every week or so. I've got two senior scholars project that require me to do two forty page research papers, which along with four classes is slightly overwhelming not to...

I gotta say I enjoy Lord of the Rings more. I don't know why... I just like the world Tolkien created better. It's fantastic and amazing... and it's just so realistic and well-thought out that it leaves you believing Middle Earth could have really existed. :) Don't get me wrong, I love HP, too. But...