
I have this week's part ready for you guys. I've had a really rough week and had nothing written for as of 10pm Thursday night and no clue what to write. I sat down for a hour and wrote half of this part and finished the rest of it Friday night. I hope this part doesn't suck too much. If it does, I'm sorry, I'll try better next week


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Without further ado... Here's this weeks part. I hope it's okay.
Part 46
Well, it seems everyone unexpectedly met up at the same restaurant. All the nervous couples are happy and their moods noticeably lightened. Even their parents are in a celebratory mood chatting happily about future plans. Now the hurdle with the parents is behind them. The next hurdle to conquer is dealing with the kids at school and the reaction to the news of more engagements in their small circle of friends.
“Hey guys, I thought it would be a good idea to have our usual before school meeting, especially today. It’s the last week of school so who cares what they think. They’ll be over it by the end of summer anyways,” Liz says boosting the others morale.
“She’s right. Liz and I have already broken the ice on this subject so it won’t seem quite so news worthy initially like it was with us,” Max adds.
“Okay, let’s go in and face West Roswell Highs masses,” Michael shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
Max and Liz’s group of close knit friends enter the school. Some kids stop and stare. That’s the interesting thing about living in a small town like Roswell, news travels fast. Sometimes it even arrives ahead of you so there’s nothing to really say unless questions are asked. Other students simply whisper as they walk by and marvels at the lack of notice Liz, Max and the others make of them, almost oblivious to their classmates reactions. At least that’s how it appears to others outside this particular group of friends.
“Can you believe that, they didn’t even care that we were looking at them…as if they were alien freaks or something,” one student mentions to her group of friends after Max, Liz and the others pass them walking down the hall.
“Oh please, you think anyone from West Roswell High that doesn’t hang out with your group of friends are alien freaks, or maybe it’s just the other way around. Did you ever think about that?” Sylvia, the new transfer from South Roswell High, states with a smirk loving to stir the pot and get under people’s skin with her blunt opinions.
Sandy, Sylvia’s cousin adds, “Ooh, nice burn cuz. I think that one hit a bull’s eye.” Sandy high fives her cousin and just shakes her head at how stupid other kids can be saying mean and off the wall things about others.
“I think it’s all very romantic. Maybe, they all have what we aspire to have one day,” Sylvia says conversing to Sandy as they walk to her locker to get her books for class. She adds a dreamy sigh.
“You know me cuz, don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. Besides, that group of kids never caused any problems with anyone here. They just keep to them selves and are good students. Who the hell cares about the gossip mongers in this school, they’re the losers,” states Sandy.
“I heard from Pam Troy that they all are going to be in summer school. I wonder why that is. They are such good students.” asks Sylvia.
“Well, maybe they want to graduate early and go to college, or have job offers, or just anxious to get married and start their futures,” replies Sandy.
“Yeah, I’m sure its something like that. Anyways, who can fault them for being in love and wanting to graduate early and getting on with life? Certainly not me that’s for sure. Now there’s motivation alone to go to summer school to graduate this place sooner,” smiles Sylvia. The girls continue to walk to class and talk about their summer plans anxious for this first day of the last week of school to begin.
“See Maria, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Liz asks.
“You’re right, I expected worse,” sighs Maria in relief.
“Just for that you guys are buying lunch for Max and me today,” grins Liz.
“Oh and just why is that?” asks Alex.
“Hey, we did sort of broke the ice on this whole engaged or in our case married thing in high school. So now it’s not such a scandalous thing for you guys to deal with,” states Max giving Liz a nod.
“Yeah consider it a breaking the ice on the nuptials topic while still in high school finders fee,” smiles Max.
Isabel asks, “And just where did you have in mind for lunch today then?”
Liz and Max whisper back and forth as if conferring then a nod of agreement, “Um we were thinking that lunch at the Crash Down sounds pretty reasonable. I do have a craving for Men in Blackberry pie ala mode with Tabasco sauce, Saturn rings, a burger, and an alien blast,” Liz blushes in admitting to craving all that food.
“Wow, Liz I’m impressed,” says Alex with a smile.
“Hey, it’s not just me you know it’s the twin’s too,” Liz says with her arms crossed infront of her chest with a pout.
“Since when does the Crash Down satisfy your craving for an alien blast,” Maria raises an eyebrow and looks at Max blush as the blush reaches his ears.
“Maria, shush,” cautions Liz.
“You sure you want to tease me about my cravings for a particular alien blast Maria. I seem to recall hearing some very interesting things being said in your tent this last weekend,” states Liz enjoying making Maria blush and speechless.
“Yes, people this is a historic moment our little Lizzie made Maria blush shamelessly and rendered her speechless. Not even Michael is all that successful at doing both of those things at once to Maria. Liz, you are the queen and I bow before you,” states Alex making a bowing gesture as if Liz is royalty.
“People, could we please not bring up alien blasts and my brother and Liz in the same sentence please. It’s really more information than I really want to even think about,” teases Isabel.
“Oh come on now Iz, I think we all got plenty of dirt on each other after our legendary camping trip,” Kyle smiles his mischievous grin at her.
“Yeah, and you guy don’t even know all of it,” grins Mystic causing Kyle’s cocky smile to fall and suddenly finding his shoes fascinating.
“Mystic, Honey, you promised me you wouldn’t say anything,” Kyle pleads.
“Oh I did say that, didn’t I? Well, Jock boy, there’s a price for my silence, eraser room fourth period. Be there or I might just tell,” teases Mystic.
“But that’s before lunch,” Kyle states.
“And so, I thought we could work up an appetite before we meet everyone at the Crash Down for lunch. Oh and you’ll need to stop at the ATM for more cash because I think we’ll both be hungry and probably order as much as Liz,” laughs Mystic.
“Yes, well I’d never argue with my beautiful fiancé,” Kyle says giving her a brief kiss.
“Whipped, you’re so whipped Valenti,” teases Michael laughing at Kyle.
“Oh is that so Space Boy? And what makes you think he’s the only male in this group that’s whipped,” states Maria tapping her foot angrily. The girls all cheer Maria on in her calling Michael on the carpet on that one.
“You tell ‘em sis,” grins Kyle.
“Max, Bro, a little back up here would be helpful about now,” Michael says looking at Max to help him calm Maria down.
Max raises his hands in defeat. “Hey, I’m keeping my mouth shut on this one. Sorry, Bro you’re on your own,” states Max apologetically.
“See, Liz did get the good hybrid hottie, listen and learn Space boy,” Maria says shooting a warning glance at him.
Kyle coughs, “Suck up,” not so quietly so the others heard it as he looks up at Max.
“Kyle shut up!” All the girls say in unison.
“Ouch, I’m so not feeling the love here ladies. Mark my words men, they can turn on you if you’re not careful,” jokes Kyle waving his finger at the guys.
“And you ought to know right Kyle,” Alex joins in on good natured ribbing aimed at Kyle. Michael and Max laugh and high five Alex.
“Alright enough guys. Let’s get to class,” Isabel says trying to pull Alex away to walk her to class.
“Sure Princess, see you guys later for lunch at the Crash Down,” Alex says over his shoulder as he walks away with one arm around Isabel and the other carrying both of their books.
“Well Space boy, are you going to carry my books and walk me to class or what?” Maria says with her hands on her hips.
“You want me to carry your books and walk you to class too?” Michael asks knowing this will get that all too familiar sparks into her emerald green eyes that he loves so much.
“Yes, of course Michael. Don’t start something with me here and now Space boy,” Maria says throwing him one of his own patented smirks at him. Michael gulps nervously realizing Maria knows about his trick of pissing her off because it turns him on.
“Fine have it your way. Give me your damn books to carry,” sighs Michael.
“Thank you Space boy,” Maria says as she laces her smaller delicate fingers with his stronger larger ones and smiles looking up into his brown eyes. No words are needed between them; just this simple exchange says more than Michael would be comfortable articulating with his words. He leans in and kisses her lips softly.
“I suppose I should escort my fiancé to class,” grins Michael. He looks down at the feisty blonde holding his hand and smiles changing his focus to guiding her to class. Later, the gang all meets up as discussed at the Crash Down for lunch.
“Hi guys! Over here, I called Dad and had him save our usual booth. I hope this is alright with everyone unless you’d rather try our luck at the counter,” offers Liz.
“No this is fine,” greets Isabel and Alex followed by Kyle and Mystic.
“Chica are you feeling okay? I mean we’re used to you and Max being the last ones to show,” teases Maria.
“Max, are you feeling all right?” asks Maria unable to resist making Max blush all the way up to his ears.
“We’re fine Maria nothing to worry about,” Max reassures in desperate hope for someone to change the subject.
“Oh, I happen to know for a fact they are both completely normal. Who do you think we saw leaving the eraser room just before us,” Kyle grins impishly.
“Hey kids, what can I get you for lunch?” greets Mr. Parker, Liz’s dad.
Liz jumps in giving her order in hopes of deflecting attention to the particularly crimson red blush Max’s face is now turning thanks to Kyle’s blabbing to the others about Max and Liz.
“I’ll have a piece of Men in Blackberry pie ala mode, cheeseburger, Saturn rings, and an Alien blast, okay Dad,” smiles Liz.
“Don’t you think you should pace yourself on the alien blasts Liz,” teases Kyle.
“Nope, I can never get enough of my favorite alien blast,” Liz replies to Kyle grinning shamelessly.
“Maria loves alien blasts too. What’ll you have Max?” asks Mr. Parker. Michael suddenly blushes and is suddenly thirsty drinking his glass of water.
Liz and Max both telepath Kyle, ‘don’t even think about making a comment.’ Everyone at the table all turns to look at Kyle knowing he’s just dying to say something to embarrass Max more than he has already. Kyle suddenly buries his face in the menu finding it fascinating avoiding the others stares at him. Luckily, Mr. Parker seems oblivious to Kyle’s actions and is more focused on visiting with Liz, Max and their friends and juggling the lunch rush.
Kyle looks up from his menu, “What? Hey, I’m just waiting my turn for Mr. Parker to take my order. I’m being good.”
“Well now I know Kyle must be coming down with something. No witty comment or something embarrassing to say. Mystic you’d better feel his forehead and see if he’s got a fever,” states Maria grinning from ear to ear enjoying making Kyle squirm.
“You know, Isabel, I think Kyle and Maria have quickly caught on to the whole sibling rivalry/battle tactics. Don’t you think?” comments Max.
“Yes, they have. Well done,” Isabel says to Maria.
“Hey, we’re only related by marriage,” Kyle states as if that changes everything.
“True, but then most of us at this table are related or will be related by marriage,” Maria replies smugly.
“You do know that sounds really bad,” Alex says as his smile changes into laughter.
“What’s so funny about that?” asks Isabel.
“Nothing, it’s just it sounds like a topic for the Jerry Springer show or something,” replies Alex laughing. Everyone else at their table begins laughing too.
Mister Parker returns with Liz and Max’s order. “Sorry, you know how the lunch crowd can be sometimes. Now who was next to give me their lunch order?” asks Mr. Parker addressing the others. He quickly takes their orders down and rushes them to the cook putting them on the spindle. Mr. Parker takes another look at their beverage orders filling them and serves them to the kids. “Liz did tell me about how the rest of you got engaged, congratulations,” smiles Mr. Parker.
“Yeah, well we’re blaming Max and Liz. See what they started,” jokes Kyle.
“Uh huh, right it’s all our fault. I think not Kyle. Ignore him Dad, he’s just well… He’s just Kyle,” states Liz.
“Ouch, that’s the best explanation and burn I’ve heard for him yet,” Michael says high fiving Liz sitting next to him. “I’m proud of you Liz, it’s nice to see my influence rubbing off,” Michael grins proudly.
“Here’s the last of your lunch orders,” Mr. Parker says cheerfully.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to Lizzie to get her to eat like this but I’m happy to see the change and happily no more feinting spells. Good job Max, keep up the good work. I gotta go, the natives are hungry and restless,” states Mr. Parker rushing off to help the waitresses with the lunch rush.
“Kyle, I know what you’re thinking and don’t say it,” states Mystic quickly putting a napkin in his mouth as he opens it to speak.
Kyle spits out the napkin, “Honey, what was that for? I didn’t even say anything yet and I’m in trouble before I can even get the words out of my mouth.”
“Ahh poor Kyle. I have two words for you… ‘our connection,’ enough said,” Mystic explains. Max, Alex, and Michael all smile and nod knowingly.
Kyle replies, “You’re telling me she’s right. Oh boy, well then I’m totally screwed with my mouth aren’t I?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Welcome to our other worldly fun traits to share with your mate,” Alex adds and offers Kyle a brotherly pat on the back.
“I know someone we haven’t told about the engagements yet, Cal. We should call him and fill him in,” suggests Isabel.
“My mom wants to throw an engagement party for the newly engaged people. I just love saying that word engaged,” beams Maria admiring her ring.
“Since all of the parents will want to be involved and we don’t want to be stepping on anyone’s toes maybe a group engagement party. It would be fun and the parents could coordinate it. Hey, maybe Cal might be of some help with that too,” suggests Mystic.
“We could even have it at the Colony that way we could have our privacy and not have to worry about the gossip mongers spying on us,” says Maria.
“And if anyone knows anything about gossip mongers here it’s our very own Maria, queen of West Roswell high’s gossip mill,” Kyle says with a gleam in his eye.
“I’ll have you know you’re only half right Kyle. Isabel and I proudly share that crown of West Roswell High’s queens of the gossip mill and don’t you forget it. Right Iz,” says Maria.
“Yes and we’re damn good at it,” asserts Isabel high fiving Maria.
Michael stage whispers to the guys, “Be afraid when my Blondie and my sister team up on something. I pity anyone who dares to cross either of them.” The guys all smile and snicker in agreement.
“Isabel do you still have that extra tent from this weekend? I was just wondering in case Michael needs it,” Maria grins innocently.
“Liz I can’t believe you ate your lunch and helping me finish my fries too,” smiles Max.
“I told you we had a craving and now that it’s satisfied we’re happy,” smiles Liz rubbing her still small but slight bump of a stomach.
“Dad could we please get the bills for our lunches,” asks Liz.
“Liz yours and Max’s money is no good here,” states Mr. Parker.
“I know Dad, but the other guys are paying for everyone’s lunch. They sort of lost a bet,” Liz smiles innocently looking up at her father.
“I wouldn’t feel right charging anyone today, consider it my congratulations on everyone’s engagements,” says Mr. Parker in a happy and generous mood.
“Dad, that’s too generous of you. At least let us pay half,” offers Liz.
“Okay, since they lost the bet,” Mr. Parker caves giving Liz the lunch bills. The lunch bill is paid and the gang drives back to finish their first day of the last week of school.
“I hate the last week of school. It’s really unnecessary since it’s mostly just makeup test time for those that missed, and cleaning out lockers, and turning in textbooks,” Liz comments to Max on the drive back to school.
“I know Babe, but we have to play by the rules for now. Then we’ll work hard in summer school so we can graduate early. So, hang in there,” Max says entwining her fingers with his on the gearshift knob as he continues driving.
“I just thought of something Max. We might have to restrain Isabel from planning any of the engagement party stuff. We’ll have to talk to Alex about keeping her distracted so she doesn’t go all planning Nazi and take over. I love Isabel like my own sister, but she really needs to let the parents work on this one. Do you think she’ll be okay with it?” Liz asks with concern.
“Isabel hasn’t even thought about that part yet. I’m sure she’ll be fine. I’ll just remind her there will be three weddings coming up probably sometime in the near future so she can look forward to helping with that or just planning her own whatever the three respective brides decide,” assures Max.
“Good thinking, Honey,” says Liz leaning over to give Max a kiss on the cheek.
“What was that for?” asks Max.
“That’s just for being you and thinking about other people. And just because I love you,” says Liz.
“Here we are back at the salt mines. At least it’s the last week. I’ve already started crossing days off of the calendar as of two weeks ago,” Maria sighs.
“Why?” asks Mystic.
“It cheers me up and gives me something to look forward too,” Maria adds.
“Hey, I know we need talk to Isabel about planning a party just for our group and parents celebrating that after this week we are officially seniors,” beams Liz.
“I think that’s just the distraction that Isabel might need. Good thinking,” Max adds.
“I think so too. We’ll talk to her about it after school. We’ll have her meet us at the jeep so we can talk to her about it,” Liz says.
“Thanks for thinking of a way for Isabel to plan something and not cause a problem. You’re a good friend to my sister. And I love you,” says Max leaning in for a kiss.
Maria clears her throat, “Gees don’t you to ever get tired of being all over each other?”
Max and Liz look at each other, then at Maria, “No, just the constant interruptions. By the way there will be pay back for each and every interruption…we’re keeping tabs,” warns Max with pure mischief in his eyes.
“Chica you wouldn’t let Max do that to Michael and I would you?” asks a stunned Maria.
“In a word, Maria…YES. You know what they say about pay back,” laughs Liz.
“What have you done to my sweet innocent Lizzie,” Maria says.
“That was a rhetorical question right,” teases Max.
“Max! You are so bad. You just wait until we get home later,” Liz says with a twinkle in her eye and a seductive smile.
“Hurry up. We have to get into class and get the rest of the day over with so we can go home,” says Max hurriedly grabbing Liz’s hand as they run into the school.
Maria shouts to them, “You two aren’t normal.”
“We know,” replies Max.
“See ya later Maria,” says Liz just before disappearing with Max into the school right before the end of lunch bell rings.
*********************************To Be Continued*************************