Author: Reese aka Ultimatepickupline
Couples: M/L with mention of other CC
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, nor did I intend to steal the title of this fic, if it was used elsewhere.
Summary: A summary isn't really needed, because the whole thing is only five parts long, and it's all explained in the first paragraph.
A/N: I wrote this for the grand opening challenge on Roswell Heaven, and used it as an exploration into a different writing style. It is completely written, and I will be updating it every Wednesday. Major thanks is due to Tanya7496 who made my banner, and bluebballjumper (my sister) who beta'd for me!
Chapter 1
I'm Max Evans, and can I just say that I'm screwed? It all started about a year ago if you really think about it. The number one teen TV station decided to make a show about these aliens that were sent to earth and then grew up as normal kids, but had to deal with the fact that they weren't. Sounds like an interesting show right? Wrong. Okay, okay, not wrong. Pretty much every teen in America loved it. It's coming back for another season, and it's really big talk among the teens here. I mean how could it not be? The show is filmed on location in Roswell and where do you think I live? You guessed it. Roswell.
Here's the problem. The show hits just a little too close to home. What do I mean you ask? Well I'll tell you. This show is practically my life story. Okay again, not exactly, but it could be. It's about this alien guy who falls in love with this girl the first time he sees her in the third grade, and when she's shot in her parents diner, he risks everything to save her, by healing her from the fatal gunshot wound and exposing himself in the process.
Now on the surface you may not see the resemblance. I mean I definitely don't have a girl that I've been in love with practically my whole life, I don't hang out at a diner to check out the local waitresses, and I haven't risked my whole secret getting out to save someone. But I'll let you all in on a secret, and you can't tell anyone else. I'm very careful about this secret. I don't just let anyone in on it. It could ruin my life if the wrong people found out about it, so you have to promise to keep quiet. Do you promise? Okay here it goes. I am an alien. I know, I know. You think I'm crazy and I'm just pulling your leg. But it's true.
I know it's kind of hokey for there to actually be an alien living in Roswell, the home of the supposed alien crashsite, but it's actually quite true. Now if you ask a native of Roswell if they've every met an alien, they'll most likely say no, unless they are trying to pull your leg because you're a tourist, but the truth is that most of them actually have seen an alien, they just don't know it. My sister, Isabel, my best friend Michael, his sister, Tess, and I are all aliens. We're not really sure if we were in the 1947 crash, or even in that crash was real. All we know is that about eleven years ago all four of us emerged from these pod looking thingys and we looked like normal human six year olds.
Lucky for us there was a nice couple by the name of Philip and Diane Evans traveling through the desert the night we emerged, and they took us in their car and took care of us for a while. Michael and I were a little hesitant about the sudden attention, but we went anyway because Isabel and Tess immediately liked Diane, and we couldn't bear to be separated from them.
The Evans wanted to adopt all of us, but the state didn't want one family to suddenly take on four six year olds, so Diane came up with this amazing plan. She asked her sister, Donna to move to Roswell too and adopt two us. Donna had as big of a heart as her sister, and thus it was decided that Donna and Hank Guerin would adopt Michael and Tess, while Diane and Philip Evans would adopt Isabel and me. Obviously this meant that Michael, Tess, Isabel and I grew up quite close. Not only did we obviously have the same background in common, since we were found at the same time, but we were all family. To the rest of Roswell it looks like we just all hang out because we're cousins, but they don't know how far the whole family thing runs.
About a year after we had been adopted and mom and Aunt Donna had sufficiently caught us up to other kids our age, the four of us were all enrolled into school. That was when we first developed our techniques of fitting in. Michael and I were always a little more cautious, so we usually kept to ourselves. That didn't keep us from being the model teenagers though. Both of us worked hard to not get in any trouble, keep our grades up and be involved in just enough that we were average. We're both on honor roll, but we aren't outstanding students, and we're both on the basketball team, but we're nowhere near the amazing player that Kyle Valenti is, so we don't stand out.
Tess and Isabel handled things differently. They decided to be the most popular girls in school. They have always had a ton of friends, and if any girl in West Roswell is asked who they would most like to be like, she always answers either Isabel Evans or Tess Guerin. Usually that answer will depend on who Isabel and Tess are going out with, because they always go out with the most popular guys. Isabel and Tess are also co-captains of the cheerleading squad, and they are the ones that organize many of the charity activities in Roswell, so everybody has met them.
Now we come to the reason I'm screwed. So yeah, this show has had one complete season, and their fans were so supportive that the producers thought it would be a good idea to open their own Crashdown Cafe. During certain times, the Cafe is suppose to be used for the actual filming of the show, but while they're not taping, and even sometimes when they are and they need extras, the Cafe is used as an actual cafe. It's also where fans can go to buy things that the actors and actresses wore on the show, and things like that. So basically it's like a massive way for the show to raise money.
The Grand Opening for the Crashdown is today, and it's the reason why I'm now suddenly doubting whether I'll be alive next year. Okay, I might be being a little dramatic, but Tess convinced us all that it would be really funny for us to get jobs at the Cafe. I mean how appropriate is it that there are actual aliens fixing and serving the food that's given to the fans of a show based on aliens? It's just too funny to pass up. But now I'm not so sure.
This is the summer before my senior year, and I've never had a job before. I have no clue what I'm doing, and like I said I've made it my job to not really stand out. Now I have to be personable to people who will be constantly asking me questions that they have no clue I know the real answers to. Plus there's rumor that sometimes the staff of the Crashdown might appear on the show as extras, and that means, that I'm an instant celebrity here in Roswell. It doesn't exactly work well with my past hiding tendencies.
What am I going to do now?