~Liz~
“Liz, it’s okay. You saw some flashes didn’t you? Whatever you saw, it’s just me. Who I am…”
Max is trying to reassure me, even calm me perhaps, but right at this moment in time I just don’t have time to go over this. I don’t know ‘what’ I just saw…what I just felt… It’s crazy, and now is just not the time... I shake my head and move to open the door.
“Liz please…”
I bite my lip as I hear the desperation in his voice. It doesn’t change facts though… Later, maybe we can talk about this, but for now, I have to get to the Crashdown for my shift… “I’m sorry Max… Kyle’s waiting…I have to get to work!” I insist as I push the door back.
Although he obviously doesn’t want to go, Max seems to nod at this and follows me out through the door, moving away from it slightly to allow me to lock it once more. I insert the key in the lock and then slip it into my pocket before turning back towards the road.
Kyle’s waiting for me already, standing just at the side of his car. I remember going to look for that just after he passed his test. The memory makes me smile. It was while I was still staying with him and his dad. We came home from school, dumped our bags, and headed straight out… Kyle knew exactly what he wanted of course, but finding it was another matter… Finding a Mazda Miata Covertable, on the budget that he had, which didn’t need loads of work – not that I couldn’t have helped him if he wanted – basically turned out to be impossible… We tried about five different places, none of them having anything close to what he wanted. Eventually even Kyle had to accept he just wasn’t going to get it this time though, and instead settled for something practical and basic, which runs pretty well… The car he has isn’t fancy, but it’s rarely needed work, and it’s only broken down once so far I think, so I guess that’s not so bad going…
I smile brightly as I step towards him. “Kyle…”
Right now, I can’t imagine anyone I would be more pleased to see. Ever since I told him the truth about myself – or the truth as I knew it then at least, he’s been like my support figure. I can turn to him for anything, to talk about anything…and he’ll always be there.
“Hey Liz…”
I notice a strange look in his eyes, and follow his gaze, realising quickly that it’s focused on Max.
After everything that’s happened this afternoon…. Things that have been said, images that have been seen, I’m just so tired… I lean against Kyle’s chest for a moment, wrapping my arms around him as I remain there for a short while. I feel his arms tighten round me, and as I look up there’s a questioning look in his eyes. I swallow, whispering to him softly, “I’ll explain later…”.
I feel so safe in his arms…safe, and protected…
After a few more minutes, I pull back slightly and look back to Max who is still stood a little way off. From the way the two of them appear to be looking at each other, I’m thinking some introductions might be a good idea… “Kyle, this is Max Evans… Max, this is Kyle Valenti – one of the reasons I’m still in Roswell…” I smile at both of them and look from one to the other, waiting for any responses…
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KatnotKath
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My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
*Kyle* (Temping for FallenMagic)
Liz looks flustered and flushed as she hurries over to me, falling against my chest and hugging me tight. I wrap my arms around her, gently returning the hug. I bend my neck forward and smell the fresh strawberry scent of her hair. She’s trembling in my arms as I look over her head at the strange man still standing by her door. He looks okay – not creepy in any particular way – but I have a feeling that he’s responsible for this, for upsetting her.
She pulls back a few moments later, introducing the strange guy by name, but offering no further explanation as to who he is or where the heck he came from. If he hurt her in some way, even just emotionally, I promise I will track him down and make him pay. Liz lives on the edge all the time. Constantly afraid that someone will discover her secrets. It makes her seem strong on the outside but she’s still vulnerable on the inside. I’m her best friend, maybe her only real friend. She’s trusted me with the truth and I’m going to protect her in any way I can.
“Nice to meet you,” Max Evans says, stepping forward and extending a hand.
“Yeah,” I say, reluctantly releasing Liz’s waist in order to take his hand. His handshake is firm and short. Exactly right for meeting someone new without any context, but I’m not going to let myself like him. Not until I know what happened with him and Liz. Still, I resist the urge to squeeze his hand hard and show him my strength.
The guy doesn’t say anything-else as I release his hand and put my arm back around Liz’s waist. “Let’s go then. Gotta get you to work,” I tell her. I open the door and turn back to Max before I get in myself. “Another time, then.”
Liz looks flustered and flushed as she hurries over to me, falling against my chest and hugging me tight. I wrap my arms around her, gently returning the hug. I bend my neck forward and smell the fresh strawberry scent of her hair. She’s trembling in my arms as I look over her head at the strange man still standing by her door. He looks okay – not creepy in any particular way – but I have a feeling that he’s responsible for this, for upsetting her.
She pulls back a few moments later, introducing the strange guy by name, but offering no further explanation as to who he is or where the heck he came from. If he hurt her in some way, even just emotionally, I promise I will track him down and make him pay. Liz lives on the edge all the time. Constantly afraid that someone will discover her secrets. It makes her seem strong on the outside but she’s still vulnerable on the inside. I’m her best friend, maybe her only real friend. She’s trusted me with the truth and I’m going to protect her in any way I can.
“Nice to meet you,” Max Evans says, stepping forward and extending a hand.
“Yeah,” I say, reluctantly releasing Liz’s waist in order to take his hand. His handshake is firm and short. Exactly right for meeting someone new without any context, but I’m not going to let myself like him. Not until I know what happened with him and Liz. Still, I resist the urge to squeeze his hand hard and show him my strength.
The guy doesn’t say anything-else as I release his hand and put my arm back around Liz’s waist. “Let’s go then. Gotta get you to work,” I tell her. I open the door and turn back to Max before I get in myself. “Another time, then.”
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OOC: hope this is ok for you, Isabelle, I don't have time to format, but I will this evening when I get back 
storm - I'm getting my Liz posts up to date, and then I should be trying for alex, so hopefully tonight or tomorrow
~Liz~
I stand there, just waiting. The fact that Kyle has his arm around me just makes me feel so safe… He might not be my boyfriend, but I couldn’t wish for a better friend… I’ve trusted him with my secret, years ago now, and as yet, he’s never given me a reason to be scared, or to wish I’d rethought it before I actually did it…
On the contrary, it’s really nice to be around my best friend, and to know that I don’t have to hide who I am, and what I can do… Sure Kyle still freaks a little if I try practicing on him, but then he’s the one that volunteers…
No, Kyle and I may only be friends, but we’re good ones at that, and he’s always been there for me… Ever since I met him, there was something different, and I guess to some extent I just knew I wasn’t alone…
All the other kids liked to cut me out of their games… They liked to watch me from a distance - I was a curiosity and everyone knew it… They’d ask me questions about my parents and watch me cry with glee as I had to admit I didn’t know them… The all knew as much as me really, but going by that would have been no fun for them.
Despite doing that, I was never included in the games though…tag, racing, pretend… I was always stood to the side… Not that I was in truth that bothered about the games, but I just wanted to be friends with them…
Kyle has now given me that for so long now. He either told them to include me – in which case they would because Kyle has always been popular, or he’d hang out at the side with him…he’s been there for me, and I’m so grateful…
As I stand there, Max steps forward after my introduction. “Nice to meet you…”
There’s perhaps something in his eyes, a strange look, but I don’t know him well enough to understand what it means and smile as Kyle releases my waist to hake his hand. “Yeah…”
I know Kyle well enough to know that he doesn’t like this, and wants to know what’s going on.. The truth of the matter is that I do want to tell him, but right now, I’m not really sure what there is to tell…
I’m still running the images over in my head, looking at each one in slow motion…
The two of them shake hands quickly and then Kyle steps back again, his arm coming to rest around my waist once more as he opens the car door for me, saying that he has to get me to work. I look over at Max and give a small, if weak, smile. “It was nice meeting you…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow…” I tell him softly before climbing in and taking the passenger seat. I reach up to pull down my seat belt and wait for Kyle to join me. As he opens his door, he turns for a moment, saying something to Max although I can’t make out what. I hope he’s playing nice…
A moment later Kyle joins me, taking the drivers seat, turning his key in the ignition and pulling the car out onto the road. I look a moment, watching Max who just stands there for a moment, watching us leave, before crossing over the street to where I presume he has a vehicle parked. I can’t see what it’ll be, because before he reaches the other side of the road, we’ve turned the corner and are out of his sight. I glance over at Kyle. “I hope you didn’t try and scare him away…” I joke softly as we drive along.
storm - I'm getting my Liz posts up to date, and then I should be trying for alex, so hopefully tonight or tomorrow
~Liz~
I stand there, just waiting. The fact that Kyle has his arm around me just makes me feel so safe… He might not be my boyfriend, but I couldn’t wish for a better friend… I’ve trusted him with my secret, years ago now, and as yet, he’s never given me a reason to be scared, or to wish I’d rethought it before I actually did it…
On the contrary, it’s really nice to be around my best friend, and to know that I don’t have to hide who I am, and what I can do… Sure Kyle still freaks a little if I try practicing on him, but then he’s the one that volunteers…
No, Kyle and I may only be friends, but we’re good ones at that, and he’s always been there for me… Ever since I met him, there was something different, and I guess to some extent I just knew I wasn’t alone…
All the other kids liked to cut me out of their games… They liked to watch me from a distance - I was a curiosity and everyone knew it… They’d ask me questions about my parents and watch me cry with glee as I had to admit I didn’t know them… The all knew as much as me really, but going by that would have been no fun for them.
Despite doing that, I was never included in the games though…tag, racing, pretend… I was always stood to the side… Not that I was in truth that bothered about the games, but I just wanted to be friends with them…
Kyle has now given me that for so long now. He either told them to include me – in which case they would because Kyle has always been popular, or he’d hang out at the side with him…he’s been there for me, and I’m so grateful…
As I stand there, Max steps forward after my introduction. “Nice to meet you…”
There’s perhaps something in his eyes, a strange look, but I don’t know him well enough to understand what it means and smile as Kyle releases my waist to hake his hand. “Yeah…”
I know Kyle well enough to know that he doesn’t like this, and wants to know what’s going on.. The truth of the matter is that I do want to tell him, but right now, I’m not really sure what there is to tell…
I’m still running the images over in my head, looking at each one in slow motion…
The two of them shake hands quickly and then Kyle steps back again, his arm coming to rest around my waist once more as he opens the car door for me, saying that he has to get me to work. I look over at Max and give a small, if weak, smile. “It was nice meeting you…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow…” I tell him softly before climbing in and taking the passenger seat. I reach up to pull down my seat belt and wait for Kyle to join me. As he opens his door, he turns for a moment, saying something to Max although I can’t make out what. I hope he’s playing nice…
A moment later Kyle joins me, taking the drivers seat, turning his key in the ignition and pulling the car out onto the road. I look a moment, watching Max who just stands there for a moment, watching us leave, before crossing over the street to where I presume he has a vehicle parked. I can’t see what it’ll be, because before he reaches the other side of the road, we’ve turned the corner and are out of his sight. I glance over at Kyle. “I hope you didn’t try and scare him away…” I joke softly as we drive along.
My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
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BrokenAngel
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~Maria~
Michael leans over and kisses me in the middle of the restaurant. And boy am I shocked. I smile agaisnt his lips, not willign to elt this opportunity pass me by, I kiss him abck, enjoying it while it lasts.
I pull away from him first, simply becuase I know that public displays make him uncomfortable, and while I enjoyed it, and appreciated what it meant, I didn't want him to be uncomfortable. But I couldn't quite pull myself away from him. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Sounds perfect," I siad to him with a smile, about driving around town, glad that he was willing to compromise. And more importantly do somethig how I wanted without an argument, or it being some grand apology.
It was nice, for a change.
Michael leans over and kisses me in the middle of the restaurant. And boy am I shocked. I smile agaisnt his lips, not willign to elt this opportunity pass me by, I kiss him abck, enjoying it while it lasts.
I pull away from him first, simply becuase I know that public displays make him uncomfortable, and while I enjoyed it, and appreciated what it meant, I didn't want him to be uncomfortable. But I couldn't quite pull myself away from him. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Sounds perfect," I siad to him with a smile, about driving around town, glad that he was willing to compromise. And more importantly do somethig how I wanted without an argument, or it being some grand apology.
It was nice, for a change.
*Kyle*
“I hope you didn’t try and scare him away…” Liz says, settling into her seat.
I frown, still not altogether sure that I shouldn't have done just that. Sure, Liz acts like this guy's okay but I know he upset her. I felt her trembling in my arms. Not to mention the unprovoked hug itself. Not that she doesn't hug me - she's actually pretty comfortable with that, as am I, but this was different.
I drive down the street, fighting the urge to pull over and talk to Liz right away. She is running a little later than usual, although not so much that she's going to actuallly be late yet. Still, I'm not entirely sure that's not going to happen anyway. She's calmer now, but I could easily turn around and take her home if she's too upset to work.
"Who was that guy?" I ask, avoiding the issue for the moment. "What was he doing in your house? What did he do?"
“I hope you didn’t try and scare him away…” Liz says, settling into her seat.
I frown, still not altogether sure that I shouldn't have done just that. Sure, Liz acts like this guy's okay but I know he upset her. I felt her trembling in my arms. Not to mention the unprovoked hug itself. Not that she doesn't hug me - she's actually pretty comfortable with that, as am I, but this was different.
I drive down the street, fighting the urge to pull over and talk to Liz right away. She is running a little later than usual, although not so much that she's going to actuallly be late yet. Still, I'm not entirely sure that's not going to happen anyway. She's calmer now, but I could easily turn around and take her home if she's too upset to work.
"Who was that guy?" I ask, avoiding the issue for the moment. "What was he doing in your house? What did he do?"
*Max*
I climb into the jeep and take a deep breath. It’s possible it could have gone worse, so I guess I have to call it a successful visit even ‘though she still knows less now than we’d assumed she already knew when we first found her. There’s so much more to tell. So many more opportunities for confusion and argument.
And what about Kyle? Liz practically flew from my arms to his. What did she see in that flash that upset her so much she needed him for comfort? I wish I knew. All my half-formed hopes that he was just a casual friend or co-worker were crushed as she hugged him although it wasn’t much of a surprise. There was the dress and talk of the dance and most of all, the flashes. Kyle makes her happy. He makes her feel safe, which I know is not a feeling she enjoys often. This isn’t going to be an easy thing. Bad enough to tell her she’s expected to be my bride when we’ve never even met, but if she’s already got a boy-friend then things are much more complicated.
I start up the jeep and move into traffic as I think about Kyle. He didn’t seem at all pleased to see me for all that he tried to act casual. I don’t blame him. A strange man coming out of nowhere and appearing at his girl-friend’s house? No. Of course that would seem to be bad news and in this case, I think he’s right. It’s going to be hard on Liz, no matter how it turns out. I never asked her to keep it a secret, trusting she’d know, just as she’s known to keep her abilities under wraps all this time. Will she tell Kyle what I’ve told her?
What is she going to think of being a princess? Of becoming a Queen? Of all the strangers who are counting on us being together? When I was little, I thought it would be a great adventure to be King. Now, I’m a bit afraid of it. A new world. A new people. All those lives depending on me. And everyone watching as I try to figure it all out. How many of those lives will be affected if I make a mistake? And what will happen to them if Liz doesn’t want to do this? And even if she does, how much time will we have?
In a few minutes, I park the jeep outside the diner where Michael, Isabel, Maria and Alex are waiting. I should have given them another telepathic update, but I was rather wrapped up in my own thoughts and worries. Doesn’t seem like much point in doing it now when I’m only a dozen yards away.
I walk through the doors, spotting the four of them at the table in the back. Maria is smiling with her head on Michael’s shoulder. Alex and Isabel look up as I approach. “Hey, everyone. I’m back,” I announce, taking a seat at the end of the table.
I climb into the jeep and take a deep breath. It’s possible it could have gone worse, so I guess I have to call it a successful visit even ‘though she still knows less now than we’d assumed she already knew when we first found her. There’s so much more to tell. So many more opportunities for confusion and argument.
And what about Kyle? Liz practically flew from my arms to his. What did she see in that flash that upset her so much she needed him for comfort? I wish I knew. All my half-formed hopes that he was just a casual friend or co-worker were crushed as she hugged him although it wasn’t much of a surprise. There was the dress and talk of the dance and most of all, the flashes. Kyle makes her happy. He makes her feel safe, which I know is not a feeling she enjoys often. This isn’t going to be an easy thing. Bad enough to tell her she’s expected to be my bride when we’ve never even met, but if she’s already got a boy-friend then things are much more complicated.
I start up the jeep and move into traffic as I think about Kyle. He didn’t seem at all pleased to see me for all that he tried to act casual. I don’t blame him. A strange man coming out of nowhere and appearing at his girl-friend’s house? No. Of course that would seem to be bad news and in this case, I think he’s right. It’s going to be hard on Liz, no matter how it turns out. I never asked her to keep it a secret, trusting she’d know, just as she’s known to keep her abilities under wraps all this time. Will she tell Kyle what I’ve told her?
What is she going to think of being a princess? Of becoming a Queen? Of all the strangers who are counting on us being together? When I was little, I thought it would be a great adventure to be King. Now, I’m a bit afraid of it. A new world. A new people. All those lives depending on me. And everyone watching as I try to figure it all out. How many of those lives will be affected if I make a mistake? And what will happen to them if Liz doesn’t want to do this? And even if she does, how much time will we have?
In a few minutes, I park the jeep outside the diner where Michael, Isabel, Maria and Alex are waiting. I should have given them another telepathic update, but I was rather wrapped up in my own thoughts and worries. Doesn’t seem like much point in doing it now when I’m only a dozen yards away.
I walk through the doors, spotting the four of them at the table in the back. Maria is smiling with her head on Michael’s shoulder. Alex and Isabel look up as I approach. “Hey, everyone. I’m back,” I announce, taking a seat at the end of the table.
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KatnotKath
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OOC: formating still needed, and I don't even know if it's any good, if you don't like this though Isabelle, just say and I'll edit, mainly I was stuck for a way to finish it, don't really kno w if this works or not even
~Liz~
~Liz~
I’m surprised at how quiet Kyle is… He doesn’t even laugh at what I said…in fact, he looks deadly serious…and silent… A journey with both of us in the car, and no talking, is practically unheard of… But then, I’m not sure that I’m complaining. I guess we both have things on our mind… Kyle’s probably wondering about Max…I did say I’d explain later, and I’m wondering about everything that I’ve seen and heard…
I want to tell Kyle everything, but then I’m not too sure that he would believe me, so maybe I’ll stick to the basic facts… I bite my lip, running over things in my head. Crazy as it sounds, I think that I really do believe Max… The idea of an ‘alien’ sounds so ridiculous, but when you figure in everything I can do, and when I think of what I saw, I begin to realise how difficult it is to explain it any other way.
That figure in the cocoon – or pod as I presume Max would call it from everything that he said… I close my eyes, summoning up the image again and draw in a sharp breath which results in my going into a brief coughing fit. Is it really what I think…?
Before I have chance to think about it anymore, Kyle looks over at me, finally breaking his silence. “Who was that guy? What was he doing in your house…what did he do?”
His voice is tight with emotion and I can see that he’s worried about me. I give him a weak smile. Maybe later I will tell him more, but I think for now, basic information is probably the best. I take a breath, shaking my head slightly and biting my lip a moment. “I told you, his name’s Max…” I tell him awkwardly. “He…uh…turned up at the apartment this afternoon and well…” I trail off a moment, looking down into my lap before back up at him. “He says he’s like me…a kind of family I suppose…” I’m struggling for the words to explain…
I get the feeling that there’s more to it than that, but for now, that’s all Max has told me, so it’s all I can go on…
I fall silent while, considering whether to say any more, and after a few moments, I look over at him. “Kyle…I know this is going to sound strange or stupid…but what do you think about the 1947 crash…?”
I don’t really know where that came from, but I guess I’d like to know if he’s likely to believe me if I did tell him what I ‘know’…
~Liz~
~Liz~
I’m surprised at how quiet Kyle is… He doesn’t even laugh at what I said…in fact, he looks deadly serious…and silent… A journey with both of us in the car, and no talking, is practically unheard of… But then, I’m not sure that I’m complaining. I guess we both have things on our mind… Kyle’s probably wondering about Max…I did say I’d explain later, and I’m wondering about everything that I’ve seen and heard…
I want to tell Kyle everything, but then I’m not too sure that he would believe me, so maybe I’ll stick to the basic facts… I bite my lip, running over things in my head. Crazy as it sounds, I think that I really do believe Max… The idea of an ‘alien’ sounds so ridiculous, but when you figure in everything I can do, and when I think of what I saw, I begin to realise how difficult it is to explain it any other way.
That figure in the cocoon – or pod as I presume Max would call it from everything that he said… I close my eyes, summoning up the image again and draw in a sharp breath which results in my going into a brief coughing fit. Is it really what I think…?
Before I have chance to think about it anymore, Kyle looks over at me, finally breaking his silence. “Who was that guy? What was he doing in your house…what did he do?”
His voice is tight with emotion and I can see that he’s worried about me. I give him a weak smile. Maybe later I will tell him more, but I think for now, basic information is probably the best. I take a breath, shaking my head slightly and biting my lip a moment. “I told you, his name’s Max…” I tell him awkwardly. “He…uh…turned up at the apartment this afternoon and well…” I trail off a moment, looking down into my lap before back up at him. “He says he’s like me…a kind of family I suppose…” I’m struggling for the words to explain…
I get the feeling that there’s more to it than that, but for now, that’s all Max has told me, so it’s all I can go on…
I fall silent while, considering whether to say any more, and after a few moments, I look over at him. “Kyle…I know this is going to sound strange or stupid…but what do you think about the 1947 crash…?”
I don’t really know where that came from, but I guess I’d like to know if he’s likely to believe me if I did tell him what I ‘know’…
My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
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StormWolfstone
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~Michael~
Even as I keep my arm around Maria, our food is brought to the table and set down before us and I'm thinking that maybe this could have been a good move. Kissing Maria always seemed to help put me in a better mood. However, when Max arrives and announces he's back I can't help but glare at him. "Well?"
I look at Isabel who draws back from Alex only slightly with a smile on her face that drops only slightly as she looks at her brother. "How did it go for now, Max?" She asked in her usual soft way. I know she's hoping that her calm tone will keep me from letting my temper go, but I really am hoping that Max got what we wanted so we can get on with this and head back to our homeplanet.
Of course, then it would mean me having to talk to Maria and find out if she wanted to go with me the way Alex was going with Isabel, but I've never been much for words. In fact, I don't believe that I've ever told her that I love her. It's just not something I'm good at saying.
Even as I keep my arm around Maria, our food is brought to the table and set down before us and I'm thinking that maybe this could have been a good move. Kissing Maria always seemed to help put me in a better mood. However, when Max arrives and announces he's back I can't help but glare at him. "Well?"
I look at Isabel who draws back from Alex only slightly with a smile on her face that drops only slightly as she looks at her brother. "How did it go for now, Max?" She asked in her usual soft way. I know she's hoping that her calm tone will keep me from letting my temper go, but I really am hoping that Max got what we wanted so we can get on with this and head back to our homeplanet.
Of course, then it would mean me having to talk to Maria and find out if she wanted to go with me the way Alex was going with Isabel, but I've never been much for words. In fact, I don't believe that I've ever told her that I love her. It's just not something I'm good at saying.
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My Avatar is an amazing Thai actor named Earth, he also goes by Cooheart and the BL's he acts in inspire writing.
My Avatar is an amazing Thai actor named Earth, he also goes by Cooheart and the BL's he acts in inspire writing.
Borrowed Liz a little - hope you don't mind.
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*Kyle*
“He…uh…turned up at the apartment this afternoon and well… He says he’s like me…a kind of family I suppose…” she says. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I drive. I can see how she’s twisting her hands in her lap, looking down. She’s definitely nervous about something.
“Family, huh?” I repeat. I know she doesn’t have any family. I know the story. “You mean the ones who abandoned you in the desert when you were a tiny kid?” They’re going to show up now and try to screw with her head? How does she even know he’s really who he says? I should get Dad to track him down, find her mom and throw the bitch in jail for what she did to Liz. Not that I’d have to encourage him much. He’s always been angry about whoever could have done that to a little girl.
But before I can put any of that into words, Liz changes the subject. “Kyle…I know this is going to sound strange or stupid…but what do you think about the 1947 crash…?”
“The crash? What does this have to do with - Wait. Is he some kind of UFO groupie, too?” I’m about to continue with the minor rant when I realize that Liz is still staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Okay. Geez. I told you, my grand-dad believed it was really real but my father says there’s never been any proof at all.”
“But what do you think?” she persists.
I shake my head. I wanna talk about this guy and whatever he might have said about Liz’s family, but I can see she’s not going to do that until I’ve answered her question. “I don’t know. I’m not saying aliens couldn’t exist somewhere out there. There’s an awful lot of space in space. But this particular crash? It seems like it’s all a bunch of hype. Some minor mis-understanding blown completely out of proportion in order to generate excitement and maintained just attract tourists.” I shrug. She knows how I feel, but then, I know Liz and I’m not oblivious to the other things she might be thinking.
“Sure, we’ve joked about your powers being alien, or witch-craft, or mutations or psychic powers, but that doesn’t make any of it real. I mean, real aliens they wouldn’t look like people, would they?”
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*Kyle*
“He…uh…turned up at the apartment this afternoon and well… He says he’s like me…a kind of family I suppose…” she says. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I drive. I can see how she’s twisting her hands in her lap, looking down. She’s definitely nervous about something.
“Family, huh?” I repeat. I know she doesn’t have any family. I know the story. “You mean the ones who abandoned you in the desert when you were a tiny kid?” They’re going to show up now and try to screw with her head? How does she even know he’s really who he says? I should get Dad to track him down, find her mom and throw the bitch in jail for what she did to Liz. Not that I’d have to encourage him much. He’s always been angry about whoever could have done that to a little girl.
But before I can put any of that into words, Liz changes the subject. “Kyle…I know this is going to sound strange or stupid…but what do you think about the 1947 crash…?”
“The crash? What does this have to do with - Wait. Is he some kind of UFO groupie, too?” I’m about to continue with the minor rant when I realize that Liz is still staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Okay. Geez. I told you, my grand-dad believed it was really real but my father says there’s never been any proof at all.”
“But what do you think?” she persists.
I shake my head. I wanna talk about this guy and whatever he might have said about Liz’s family, but I can see she’s not going to do that until I’ve answered her question. “I don’t know. I’m not saying aliens couldn’t exist somewhere out there. There’s an awful lot of space in space. But this particular crash? It seems like it’s all a bunch of hype. Some minor mis-understanding blown completely out of proportion in order to generate excitement and maintained just attract tourists.” I shrug. She knows how I feel, but then, I know Liz and I’m not oblivious to the other things she might be thinking.
“Sure, we’ve joked about your powers being alien, or witch-craft, or mutations or psychic powers, but that doesn’t make any of it real. I mean, real aliens they wouldn’t look like people, would they?”
Storm, I used Michael and Izzy a little. Let me know if you want me to change anything.
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*Max*
I glare at Michael, pretty much ignoring Isabel’s calming words for the moment. I keep my voice low but the barely suppressed frustration is obvious even to my ears. “It was great, Michael. In just about two hours time, I approached a girl I’d never met, told her she was an alien, boffed her brains out because I’m a king and then came back here all bonded and ready to fly, leaving your future queen alone in a tangle of sweaty sheets. Is that what you want to hear?”
Michael doesn’t respond immediately. He looks a bit dazed and there’s a shadow of a smile on his face as if he’s actually enjoying the images in his mind. I would kick him under the table but I’m likely to hit Maria instead. I can't even begin to imagine treating any girl the way I'd just described and Liz is more than just any girl. She's supposed to be the future queen, and my wife. She needs to be treated with respect.
“Max,” Isabel says gently, resting her hand on my arm. I look down at it for a moment, taking a long slow breath. I look up again at the group, waiting another moment or two before I do speak.
“I told you,” I say, much more calmly although still keeping my voice quite low so nobody nearby can hear. “She didn’t even know she wasn’t from here. She didn’t know about Nacedo and she didn’t remember the pods. I had to start from the very beginning and I didn’t get very far. I told her what we were and how we got here, but I didn’t get a chance to explain who we are. I was about to but then she had to go to work at that alien diner.” My lips tighten in displeasure at the thought, not just of that strange café but also for having to end our conversation and the long explanations yet to come.
“You have to admit it’s a lot to take in all at once. She didn’t really believed me at first, but I think she does now,” I say. She had been more receptive towards the end but I think the flashes really made a difference, too. “Anyway, she’s agreed to meet with all of us after school tomorrow. School…” I repeat with a sigh. “She’s only a sophomore, for Heaven’s sake.”
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*Max*
I glare at Michael, pretty much ignoring Isabel’s calming words for the moment. I keep my voice low but the barely suppressed frustration is obvious even to my ears. “It was great, Michael. In just about two hours time, I approached a girl I’d never met, told her she was an alien, boffed her brains out because I’m a king and then came back here all bonded and ready to fly, leaving your future queen alone in a tangle of sweaty sheets. Is that what you want to hear?”
Michael doesn’t respond immediately. He looks a bit dazed and there’s a shadow of a smile on his face as if he’s actually enjoying the images in his mind. I would kick him under the table but I’m likely to hit Maria instead. I can't even begin to imagine treating any girl the way I'd just described and Liz is more than just any girl. She's supposed to be the future queen, and my wife. She needs to be treated with respect.
“Max,” Isabel says gently, resting her hand on my arm. I look down at it for a moment, taking a long slow breath. I look up again at the group, waiting another moment or two before I do speak.
“I told you,” I say, much more calmly although still keeping my voice quite low so nobody nearby can hear. “She didn’t even know she wasn’t from here. She didn’t know about Nacedo and she didn’t remember the pods. I had to start from the very beginning and I didn’t get very far. I told her what we were and how we got here, but I didn’t get a chance to explain who we are. I was about to but then she had to go to work at that alien diner.” My lips tighten in displeasure at the thought, not just of that strange café but also for having to end our conversation and the long explanations yet to come.
“You have to admit it’s a lot to take in all at once. She didn’t really believed me at first, but I think she does now,” I say. She had been more receptive towards the end but I think the flashes really made a difference, too. “Anyway, she’s agreed to meet with all of us after school tomorrow. School…” I repeat with a sigh. “She’s only a sophomore, for Heaven’s sake.”