Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell, I’m just borrowing the characters and make them do things mr Katims would never have dared.
Pairings/Couples/Category: AU, UC, Mi/L, No Aliens
Rating: ADULT
Summary: When Michael finds out that Liz is actually a genie, she is forced to grant him seven wishes.
Author's Note: Based on a challenge by Jezebel Jinx. My first POV-based story and my first polarizer fic. The story won’t be very long; I’d say around 6 parts. Tell me what you think about it.
PART 1: Secrets, Stares and Stamina
Michael’s POV
Once again, my so-called friends have dragged me to yet another party. Max and Tess really believe that they can set me and Isabel up and it’s just annoying… no, make that sick and twisted. The whole night, they’ve been giving me and Isabel these weird stares that I just can’t stand. I know Isabel is weirded out too. I know her well enough to know that she is.
Max and Tess are the kind of teenagers who just have to grope each other everywhere preferably in front of me, or so I’m beginning to think, and it’s really disturbing. The first twentythousand times, I told them to get a room. I wonder if they ever heard a word I said through all the stifled moans. God, here they go again. He’s sliding his tongue down her throat and I can see his hand descending under the table towards her lower body.
“Jezus Christ Maxwell. Why don’t you just lay her on the table and fuck her right here, for crying out loud?!”, I can’t help but hiss at him.
I meant that in a total sarcastic way, but it seems like, for a second, they’re actually considering it. I rolls my eyes and turn to Isabel.
“Don’t look at me”, she says “They don’t listen to me anymore than they listen to you”
Max and Tess stand up, breathing heavily and looking flustered. Damn, they even look like they just had a hot round of sex.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom”, Tess squeals.
“Yeah, me too”, Max says hastily as they both disappear into the men’s room.
Damn, this is just disturbing. Why the hell did I even agree to come, I ask myself. My eyes spot a waitress, smiling at the customers she’s helping. She’s definitely the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen; Liz Parker. I stare at her for a few seconds. Right, that’s why I came.
What can I say about Liz Parker. She has something unique, something classy but still dangerous. We’ve been friends for years, but I always thought she had a thing for Maxwell so it’s not like I’d ever try anything with her. She and Isabel never really got along well though. I don’t know why exactly. It could have something to do with the fact that Isabel, despite her association with a moron like me, is considered one of the queen bees at school while Liz is considered more of a bookish kind of girl… hey, I didn’t say geek! But since Isabel is also a good friend of me they manage to be civil to each other which is pretty much all I can ask for.
“Michael, are you staring at Liz again?”, Isabel asked with a bored voice.
I guess this has to be even worse for her. Not only is she practically forced to watch Maxwell and Tess have a go at it, but now she has to watch me making mooneyes at another girl as well. But hey, I’m only a guy and it’s not my fault she doesn’t have a boyfriend. I mean, if she would ever make a suggestive comment about wanting a boyfriend, dozens of guys would eagerly line up and volunteer.
“Don’t start with me Iz. She’s the only reason I came and you damn well know it”, I say without taking my eyes off Liz.
Isabel and I have been friends for a long time and she’s actually the only one who knows I have a crush on Liz. She’s not making a big problem out of it, which I appreciate. Most friends I have would either try to talk me out of it or try to set us up like those two lovebunnies in the bathroom.
Is it me or can I actually hear two two in the bathroom moan from all the way here? I glance at Isabel who rolls her eyes. Okay, it’s not just me. Granted, our table is right in front of the bathroom but other people are probably hearing her moans too. But, I figure, that probably only turns them on.
“You know Michael, as much fun as it is watching you gawk at the geek and hearing those two bunnies in the bathroom hop.. pardon the pun.. it’s getting tired.”
“What are you saying Iz?”, I ask, still staring at Liz.
Lis is looking my way now and she’s watching me stare at her. She gives me a sexy smile and then turns the other way. Too bad the bathroom’s taken, I think by myself. Oh, who are you kidding? She’s just toying with you like cat plays with a mouse. She’d never dump that loser boyfriend she has and go for you.
“Michael!!”, Isabel shouts directly in my ear. I jump up and turn towards her in shock. She looks at me like I’ve gone crazy. “For heaven’s sake will you just stop it. You’re driving me nuts”, she says.
“I have the perfect solution for that”, I recover while I motion towards a nearby waitresss and order two scotch. I know I’m only seventeen and not nearly at the age where I’m allowed to have those kind of drinks, but I can get that waitress; Courtney, to do practically anything, which comes in handy at a time like this. I honesly never drank that kind of stuff but I figure there’s a first time for everything. Isabel doesn’t object in the least and when Courtney comes back with our drinks, me and Isabel pour the liquid in our throats in one motion.
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Liz’ POV
I see Michael has decided to pay me another visit tonight. It’s sweet really, but it could never work. We’re just too different and besides, I’m a taken woman and Kyle would more than freak out if he found out there was anything going on with me and Michael. Regardless, I love the way Michael is staring at me but I’ll just pretend I‘m not seeing him.
“Oh my god, is he here again?”, my best friend Maria asks. She gives a wink to where Michael is sitting to indicate she meant him.
“Don’t look. I’m pretending I’m not seeing him”, I say with a big smile on my face. I just can’t help it. I love it when Michael looks at me like that. I’d really love to look back at him and see the look on his face but I know he’ll just look away when I do.
“Uh, why?”, Maria asks.
It turns me on.
“I don’t wanna make him uncomfortable”, I lie
“Right. Well, he does look pretty comfortable at the moment. God, he’s almost drooling”, Maria says with a smile on her face, knowing fully well that only makes me hotter for him. What the hell is wrong with me? I finally can’t ignore him any more and look straight at him, shooting him a sexy smile before he diverts his look.
Hellooo! Boyfriend? Kyle? Any of those words ring a bell? I keep asking myself that question over and over but that wouldn’t do much good now, would it? Oh, come on, it’s not like I’m actually gonna act on anything and besides, it’ll be my sweet revenge on Kyle for not showing up tonight.
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I should have expected that Michael couldn’t take all those drinks. I never saw him drink anything stronger than a coke and now suddenly he and that floozy were pouring scotch down their throats at an alarming rate. I never thought he’d last more than an hour and it seems I was right. I see him passing out as he pours the contents of the sixth glass into his throat.
“Michael!”, I shout as I see him pass out. I rush towards him to help him; he is my friend after all. As I reach the table, I can see that floozy Isabel checking his pulse and trying to wake him up. God, what a bitch. She’s probably the reason he started drinking that vile liquid in the first place. I look back and I see my dad running towards the table. I suppose he feels responsible because he owns this place.
I watch for a minute as my dad manages to wake Michael up but when he tries to get up, he falls down immediately. “I think I need to lie down for a sec”, he says in a kind of voice only someone who’s complely hammered can use.
“Sure Michael, you can lie down upstairs”, my dad says to him. Truthfully, I think he wants to avoid a lawsuit for serving alcohol to minors. Courtney is so gonna get a yelling for serving them those drinks. I sure hope my dad is feeling forgiving tonight, for Courtney’s sake. I see dad is more or less carrying Michael to our house which is directly above the Crashdown. I suppose he’ll be alright, but now my night is gonna be so boring.
Ah, I see his two bunny-friends finally decided to come out of the bathroom. Took ‘em long enough. She looks really spent. That Max sure has stamina. They were in there for thirty friggin minutes. I wonder if Michael has the same sort of ‘endurance’.
Oh well, I guess I’ll never know.
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Tess’ POV
“Max! Max!”, I hiss into his face. It’s that weird voice you get when you wanna shout and keep your voice down at the same time. God, at times like this, I forget why I’m even dating this guy. All he had was a few beers before we came here and now, he’s been throwing up for the last twentyfive minutes. I have to say that this is not exactly why we went to the bathroom.… not me at least. I mean, we had been teasing each other for hours getting us both worked up and I figured we were gonna do something about that, but two minutes after we got busy he started throwing up.
I know I should be angry… Dammit, I am angry! Ah well, I’m sure he wouldn’t have lasted longer than a few minutes anyway; he never does. And I guess I should be happy that he didn’t toss his cookies all over my outfit. But still, it’s pretty frustrating. I mean, here I am, ready, willing, and the guy who’s supposed scratch that itch is trying hard to keep from throwing up. It’s a good thing for him that I’m not easily offended. Most of my friends would never see a guy again if he threw up while they were making out with him.
“Okay”, Max says softly
Okay? Okay?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“Let’s go home”, he says, holding his head in pain.
That’s just great. Leave it up to him to leave a girl like this (not that I’m still in the mood or anything but that’s not the point). It’s such a mystery to me why everyone seems to think he’s such a sex-guru.
“Alright, but Max?”, I say softly as I look him in the eyes until I see him looking back at me. “Quick tip Max. Don’t you ever, ever, do that again”, I say in a half-angry voice. I can feel my eyes hardening as I say it and I can see in his eyes that even though he’s not exactly in the best state of mind, he understands me.
He stands up and walks towards the bathroom-door, reaching for the chain-lock on the door.
“Uh, Max”, I say while pointing at his exposed parts. Max looks down and notices his dick is still hanging out of his pants. It’s really kinda sad to see at this moment. I can’t help but smile though at the thought of taking a picture with my cellphone and spreading it over school. It’d be the perfect revenge, not to mention it’s be sooo funny. But I guess I’ll stick with just thinking about it cause I just couldn’t do that to him.
He rearranges his clothes and we both walk out of the bathroom, just in time to see Jeff Parker guide a nearly unconcious Michael upstairs.
What is wrong with all the men?
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Michael’s POV
When I open my eyes, I’m lying in a bed and it’s definitely not my own bed. I can’t remember how I got here and that’s never happened to me before. This is just weird. I glance to the left and the right to see if there’s someone with me, but it’s a one-person bed and I’m in it alone.
Bummer, for a second there I thought that maybe I had made a move on Liz and I’m lying in her bed. I guess that’s be too good to be true. On the other hand, to have been with Liz and not remember afterwards wouldn’t be very good either.
I get up and slide out of the bed. Things are coming back to me a little. I remember drinking glasses of scotch with Isabel. That sure as hell tasted different. I probably got so wasted I passed out right there. At the moment, I’m just glad I’m not having a huge hangover like I’ve heard Max talk about. Still, I wonder where the hell I am, so I walk towards the window and notice I’m in a bedroom above the Crashdown. Whoa! Maybe I was sleeping in Liz’ bed after all. I can’t help but smile widely at the thought.
On the other hand, if I’ve been sleeping in her mother’s bed, I just wanna kill myself now. I see a computer on a desk in the corner of the room and when I walk over to it, I see several photo’s standing right next to, and on top of, the monitor. I see a picture of Maria, a picture of Alex and a picture of… me?
Okay, I’m definitely in her room but I still can’t get over the fact that she has a picture of me on her desk. Does she have a thing for me? Nah, probably not, these are just her friends and as far as she’s considered, I’m just that… a friend. I then spot a picture of Kyle on the other side of the monitor. Have you ever felt like you wanted to tear up a picture, shred it into a million pieces and then burn it? No? Well, that’s what I feel right now. It’s not like I’d actually do it, or course (Liz would kill me if I did), but it is what’s going on in my mind.
“Are you just gonna stand there while you’re in the room of the girl you want?”, I ask myself quietly. Of course not. The next few minutes, I walk around the room and look at all the books she has in her room, the pictures spread around the room and the various items on her shelves. I wouldn’t go so far as actually going through her stuff though. I mean, I’m not that kind of guy… but I can’t lie to myself, I come pretty close.
My eyes spot a really old-looking book on the top shelf. My curiousity gets the better of me as I decide to take it out and flip through it.
“Whoa!”, I whisper when I open the book. It looks really old and the drawings look like they were copied out of a Dungeons and Dragons game. I can’t read a word of the text though. I can tell it’s not English or French but what language it is, I have no idea. I flip through the book for awhile until I get tired of it and try to place the book back where I found it. That’s when I notice a strange bottle hidden behind where the book stood.
“Weird”, I find myself saying out loud. I grab the bottle and look at it carefully. It’s really beautiful and it seems to be changing colors when you move it. I know, it’s probably just a trick of light, but it still looks cool. Upon further examination, I notice that the bottom part of the bottle is socketed with several sparkling pieces of glass. At least, that’s what it looks like to me. The bottle doesn’t feel heavy so I open the bottle to see what’s inside.
My eyes open wide in amazement. Wow, did she make this in school or something? The inside of the bottle looks even more beautiful than the outside. It looks like a living room, except that it is about tenthousand times smaller. I could see a tiny closet, a tiny carpet, a tiny bed and even a tiny bookshelf and if my eyes are not mistaken, there are even tiny books on the tiny bookshelf. The entire furniture has a beautiful sky-blue color and the light shning inside through the glass of the bottle is a beautiful yellow.
Whoa!
Just then, Liz comes storming into the room, looking extremely pissed off at the sight of me holding her bottle. I was just admiring it, I wasn’t hurting it or something. Jeez, gimme a break.
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Liz’ POV
I come home at eight in the morning to find my dad reading the newspaper in the kitchen. I guess he doesn’t believe much in sleeping in until ten. He looks up from his newspaper and smiles at me. “Hey honey”, he says. I like the way he treats me; no endless questions about where I’ve been or judgements when I’m later than usual. She probably assumed I stayed the night at Maria’s.. which is actually true.
“Hi dad, I’m just gonna grab some movies from my room and then I’m on my way back to Maria’s”, I say to him.
“Oh honey, try to be quiet. Michael’s asleep in your room.”, he says.
My breathing stops for a second and I fear I may get a heart attack. “What?!”, I shout at him. There’s one simple thing I’ve asked my parents; ‘never ever go into my room’. I’ve said it a million times and I thought they had accepted it. And now, they let someone sleep in my bed. What if he finds the bottle? What if..
“Sorry honey, I know you don’t like it when someone else is in your room, but your mom wasn’t feeling well and I couldn’t very well put Michael in bed with your mother… besides, I didn’t think you’d mind. Michael’s your friend, right?”, he said
Yes, he is my friend you moron. That’s why he might think it’s okay to snoop around. Oh my god! I make my way to my room as fast as I can. When I open the door, I think I died and went to hell. Here was the first scene of my worst nightmare; Michael holding my lamp and looking amazed.
I enter the room and he looks at me. I’m sure he can tell I’m pissed. I’m so pissed I’d like to take my bottle from his hands and beat him on the head with it a couple of times. I hapen to know for a fact that it won’t break.
“Michael… what are you doing with that? Are you going through my stuff?!”, I say in an angry tone. I grab the bottle from his hands and hold it close to me.
“Jeez Liz, what’s with the stupid bottle?”, I hear Michael say.
My response comes out before I know it. “Stupid? My bottle is not stupid!”, I shout in anger. Damn! I’m pushing it, I gotta get him away from here.
“I want you to go Michael”, I say, trying to sound calm, but being anything except calm.
“What are you getting so bent out of shape for?”, Michael asks.
“Get out”, I say keeping the bottle close to me. I know that was a mistake when I see him looking at the bottle.
“What’s with the lamp… are you like, a genie or something?”, Michael says and immediately laughs his ass off at his own joke.
“Noo!”, I scream. I can’t help it, I suddenly feel weak in the knees and I feel tears waiting behind my eyelids. He said it. He actually said it. This can’t be. Not now. I don’t want to go back. There’s suddenly a familiar, itchy feeling on my wrists..
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Michael’s POV
What the hell is wrong with her? I’ve never seen anyone get so crazy over something so silly as a bottle. No matter how beautiful it is. Look at the way she’s holding it close to her body. There’s something going on with that bottle. A picture from the book I just flipped through shoots through my mind.
“What’s with the lamp… are you like, a genie or something?”. I thought, realizing I actually said it out loud. I can’t help but laugh at it. In know it’s ridiculous but the thought of Liz as a genie amuses me. I know girls hate it when a guy laughs at his own jokes, believe me, Isabel informed me plenty of times, but I can’t help it.
“Noo!”, I hear Liz scream.
Whoa, she’s taking this comment way too seriously. I look at her and the look she gives me back is almost enough to make me cry myself. She’s looking at me like I just killed her dog or something. I see the hurt in her eyes and I’m instantly sorry I didn’t just leave when she asked me. I want to say something, but I suddenly notice a strange glow on her wrists. She looks at her wrists and I notice the glowing stops and she’s left with some sort of golden cuffs on her wrists.
“Alright..”, I ask cautiously, “What just happened?"