Roswell Fanatics

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"no...but I am scary one thing.....I think I'm falling in love with you..."
I blink.
Ok....dont get me wrong...the whole falling for me thing is brilliant because I am for her too...
But her not wanting to stop is the scary thing.
I give her a small smile.
"Im falling for you too Liz" I tell her. "But....Im worried. You don't want to stop?"

*Liz*

"Im falling for you too Liz. But....Im worried. You don't want to stop?" he tells me. This is not how I picture telling Max how I feel. He is worried. What the hell is he worried about. "Ok..." I said pulling my hand away from his while he was holding it.

Michael


"Thanks." she says, sounding a little reluctant, and I get the feeling I;m freaking her out again.

"Your welcome."

I shake more tabasco on my sandwich and eat the rest of it. When I look up, I find her staring at me, and then she smiles, "Better go easy on that. I'm cutting you off at two bottles."

Laughing, I reply, "It's addicting."

*Maria*

"It's addicting." he admonishes with a wicked grin.

"Apparently, can i try it?" Motioning to his glass.

I don't know why, but I really want to figure out what makes this guy tick. He's just so different from everyone else.I like that.

Michael

"Apparently, can i try it?" She asks, and I give her a confused look. She probably won't like it. I remember the time mom tried it and spit it out, gasping. Of course, she tried it straight from the bottle, because we sort of dared her too. Back when Liz was home all the time.

"Sure," I say with a smile, passing over the can. "It's really spicy, I should warn you." No one's ever volunteered to try it; Maria is just different. But not in a bad way.

*Maria*

"Sure," he replies scooting the can closer to me. "It's really spicy, I should warn you." I take his warning in stride.

If he can drink it so i can I. Taking a big swig, I nearly choke.

"Yuck!!!" I say laughing. "That's disgusting!"

I place the can back in it's rightful postion.

Michael

She practically chokes, and I burst out in laughter.

"I warned you. It's an acquired taste." I say, taking the can back and chugging what's left down quickly.

*Maria*

"I warned you. It's an acquired taste." he chuckles as he finishes off the tainted can.

"Acquired for what an alien?" I question laughing silently at the joke.

I look around at the table. Kyle and Isabel laughs but they are the only ones. What? Did I tell it wrong?

"You know.. aliens in Roswell?"

*TESS*

"I warned you. It's an acquired taste."

"Acquired for what an alien?"

"You know.. aliens in Roswell?"

i force out a harsh laugh

"yeah i get it cause aliens are weird..and stuff"

"but eating hot sauce doesn't make you an alien, just means we have a liking for hot stuff ..i mean i go through that stuff like its candy..."i smile my widest smile...ok need to change the subject

"so is the music class here any good? i love to sing, i was a soloist in New York"i announce

Michael

"Yeah...seems real alien to like the stuff they put on every restaurant table in the area," I joke. God, this girl must be clairvoyant.

Tess pipes up, defending it as well, and I give her a peculiar look. "You like tabasco sauce too?" I ask, but then she changes the subject, moving on to music.

"Well, I know of one good band in the area...I'm in it," I joke, smiling. "So how long have you been singing?"