*Maria*
Michael continues talking with Max for several more moments and I get to scan over his truly magnificent body with free reign. Maybe being deaf and unable to speak and crossed some other signals because Space Boy has never looked so good. Okay, must not go there right now. We are taking baby steps. Building back trust.
Still he‘s awfully handsome when he‘s not snapping out hurtful words or pulling the whole ‘I'm alone, and that's the way it's gotta be.’ crap. I watch with growing interest has his feature’s cloud over with worry. This has got to be big. Once he ends the call he immediately begins writing a new message.
"That is odd," He scratches his left eyebrow with his index finger (A clear sign that he’s puzzled) before continuing.
"Anyways, Max is on his way here with whoever he can gather up at the crash. I have to call Tess and Kyle." I nod in agreement before taking the dry erase board from his hands.
“Since when have things not been odd in Roswell.” I inscribe carefully. Have you every wondered what thoughts would run through your rampart mind if you suddenly and seemly without cause went deaf and dumb? Well, let me just end that internal debate right now. I know thousands of you are on the edge of your seat and are just dying to know.
Well, at this exact moment I’ve got the song ‘Don’t Speak’ By: No Doubt playing over and over in my head. Perhaps not the most profound of thoughts ,but in a bind it will just have to do. I sway my head a bit from side to side mentally replaying the tune.
