Roswell Fanatics

LILY

I shrug in reply to Amy’s question. How could I explain this vibe I had been getting when I didn’t understand it myself. I just have this feeling in my gut that something big was going to happen that was going to change our lives. Or maybe just mine. Perhaps this whole vibe thing is because of James.

Or maybe I’m going crazy.

Shoving away all solemn thoughts, I focus on all the fun I know that I’m going to be having tonight. “Who cares? All I want to do is dance and make romance.”

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
“Who cares? All I want to do is dance and make romance.”
I have to chuckle at that. That's my sister for you. Most of the time we don't see eye to eye by any means...But sometimes she says things that I just can't help but laugh or smile at.
"Good for you" I say.
Lily looks at me like I've gone mad. "What?" I ask.
Maybe Lily's right. That I don't have to worry about Oliver. I know he's being friendly and thats the end of it. And hey, being friendly is a step up!

*Kyle*

“Is there going to be some problem with me going?” James asks me crossing his arms over his chest. That is definately his guarded stance.

I shake my head and prop my feet up on the table imitating James. Ok, usually I yell at him for doing so, but I feel something different tonight. There is definately something going on with him, something personal, that I know he would not tell me. Little does he know, I can sense his emotions. He's nervous about something...anxious even. As I look at my son I right away know it's about a girl. I briefly wonder who's the lucky girl? Someone we know?

"Just do me a favor James." He looks at me and I feel he wants to say something sarcastic. Sometimes he's more like me then he wants to admit. Was I not a sarcastic ass during high school, especially when it concerned a certain Max Evans?

"Just be careful tonight. If something happens...please call. I won't even get mad. And watch out for your sister."

I can't tell him that I'm sensing something is about to happen. Some change is hanging in the air. I've been feeling it all day. Maybe that's the restlessness I've felt. Our children don't know about my abilities...and I'd like to keep it like that for as long as possible. I want them to have normal lives...not filled with alien chaos.

"Will you do that for me this one night?"

*Erik*

“Erik. You can do this. Don’t doubt it. Just go up to the door and knock. I’m sure she’s already waiting and ready and will be glad to see you.” Bre tries to reassure me. It helps only a little.

"I don't know about being glad to see me." But I know that she wouldn't have asked me for a ride if she didn't want to be around me.

Just then Tyler came out of the house. He stopped and stuck his head back into the doorway then continued down and past us, giving Bre a small wave. I watched him in the mirrors and see that he looks back several times. Yeah, he's got it for my sister. He's just too shy to do anything...that sounds familiar.

"Well, here goes nothing." I mutter and open the door but before I could take another step, Christina is out her door and coming our way. I quickly gather my disarrayed wits and go and open the passenger door for her like a gentleman that my parents raised me to be.

"Thanks for picking me up." She says taking a seat.

"No problem." I say closing the door and making my way around the car. My heart is pounding so fast that it felt like it would explode. How did I ever think I could actually be so close to her for any period of time without feeling this way? Everytime she walked in the room I'd get a shiver down my spine, even if I couldn't see her. It was strange...but intriguing.

I start the car and look into the mirror at my sister. "Let's go." I say as I pull out of the drive. I glance at Christina sitting only inches from me. Already her scent is filling my head and car.

'I don't know Bre. What made me think I could do this?' I ask silently, hoping to fill her comfort and encouragement that we've shared since the day she was born.

<center> Oliver </center>

I got home a little later, after saying goodbye to everyone. I walked into the house and was about to head up to my room when I heard female voices from the kitchen. Normally this wouldn't be a rare occurrence; Laura loved to talk out her problems with our mom, but I stopped short when I heard my name. Creeping over to the edge of the door, I listened shamelessly. I caught on to the last sentence my sister had spoken.

"You know, that's not even the real problem. I just don't know if they're right for each other. I love Oliver in a sibling way, but I can see him hurting her. And I want to protect my best friend."

Huh? What was she talking about? Obviously it had something to do with me, and since Amy was Laura's best friend, I would assume my sister was talking about her as well. Why was she worried that I'd hurt Amy? I would never do that.

I heard mom tell Laura to talk to me, and I quickly walked up to my room. I really didn't want to get caught eavesdropping. Just as I shut the door there was the soft pitter of feet on the stairs and I knew my sister was coming up here.

"Come to talk?" I guessed as I opened the door for her. Her eyes widened in surprised since she hadn't knocked, but I just shrugged and sat on my bed. "Go ahead."

"How did you--?" she started, but quickly broke off. "Ok, I have something I want to say to you. First, I want to know if you like Amy." She said, tapping her fingers on my desk impatiently.

I nearly choked. "Huh... I--I don't, I mean--"

"So that's a yes," she interrupted wryly, her face scrunching into a frown. "Well, look, I don't know if you guys are going to get together or what, but if you do..." She paused and took a deep breath. "Be careful, ok? She's...she's not like you. She's innocent, sweet, and I'd even go as far as to say naive." Laura finished, a hint of warning in her tone.

I was a little taken aback. So this was about Amy and me then? But...why? I couldn't see Amy ever falling for a guy like me. I was the exact opposite of her. "Look, I doubt she feels that way about me, but if it makes you feel better, I would never hurt her." I said, and even though it sounded way too sappy, I meant every word.

Laura stared at me for a long moment and then turned away. "Okay," she said simply, heading for the door. "You'd better get dressed, so you can head over there to pick her up."

Once my sister left I thought over our conversation. Why was everyone so damn certain that I'd hurt Amy if we were together? I could even hear the worry in my mom's voice when I had heard her reply earlier in the kitchen! They had to know I wasn't nearly as bad as I acted. Well... ok, I was, but not when it came to the people I really loved. In that case I'd do anything to protect them.

Shaking these thoughts off, I went to take a shower. After that, I brushed my hair and my teeth, and then headed to my closet. I picked out dark jeans and a dark green shirt that showed off my upper body. Nodding in the mirror and trying to ignore the fact that I was more dressed up then usual, I threw on my shoes and headed out the door.

I drove the short distance to the Evans' house, wondering what I was going to say to Amy when I got there. I was never tongue tied around her per se, but I usually felt like every word out of my mouth sounded stupid. Not an every day experience for me, who some people called 'Mr. Smooth'.

I pulled up to Amy's house and quickly hopped out, walking up the driveway and ringing the doorbell.

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
I hear a doorbell. Oh God....is that him? Oh God, oh God, oh God.
I take a sneaky peek through the window....yup...it was him...and he looked....amazing!
I swallow. I dash into the kitchen again. "He's here, he's here...oh God he's here..."
They both look at me as though Im crazy.
"Oh sugar!"
I dash to the door. I shake my head to try and clear it and take a deep breathe.
I bite my lip, praying that tonight would be ok...
I open the door...
God...he had these amazing dark jeans on and this great green top on, that really showed off his upper body...
Wow....
"Hi" I say shyly.

~Sabrina~

As I'm sitting there, I see the object of my thoughts and feel my nervousness increase. He pokes his head back in the front door and then starts to walk past us. He waves and I feel myself blush even as I wave back and then turn feeling suddenly self-conscious again. Had that just been a friendly wave? Ugh! I force myself not to read anything more into it then there was. His family was close to ours so it was probably nothing anyway.

Still, I couldn't help but think of just how hot he was looking and the fact that I really wanted to get to talk to him. I hoped my plan would work tonight.

"I don't know about being glad to see me." I hear Erik say and look into the rearview mirror with a light smile. Maybe tonight I could do a little something to ease Erik's tension even if my own wasn't gone.

"Well, here goes nothing." I hear him mutter and open the door but before he could get out of the car, Christina was already on her way out the door and toward us. I watch Erik go open the door and then close it as she get's into the car. Dad would be proud if he saw that.

"Hey Erik, hey Sabrina," Christina greets, "Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem." Erik replies and I nod, showing my agreement.

Erik turns the ignition and I catch his gaze in the rearview at me. "Let's go."

'I don't know Bre. What made me think I could do this?' I heal my brother in my mind and smile for a moment before deciding the best way to respond.

"Christina, I hope you enjoy the show tonight." I commented softly so as to keep it from seeming strange that I didn't make an attempt at speech. Then, to my brother I add silently, 'Erik, you can do this. It's time that you and Christina have the chance to speak so you can learn one way or the other how things are to be. I love you, bro. I am certain that tonight will be great for you and her.'

~James~

I sit there, waiting for my dad to respond, "Just do me a favor James." I glance over and bite back the smart comment I wanted to make. Since when did he want anything from me other then to be a jock like he was and follow in his footsteps.

"Just be careful tonight. If something happens...please call. I won't even get mad. And watch out for your sister." I can't help but lift an eyebrow at that. What did dad think was going to happen tonight? It was just some party, one where I was going to make known a few things to Lily and stop holding back.

"Will you do that for me this one night?" I'm about to respond when I hear the knock on the door and stand quickly, knowing that it has got to be Ty.

"Sure, whatever you say father of mine. IF something happens, I'll call. And as to Marie, I wouldn't not watch out for her when she is after all my sister and she's not much for the night scene." Without another word, I go to the door and open it, walking out before shutting it behind me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd called him dad instead of saying father. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd walked away without wanting to punch my hand through something.

"Hey, Ty. Let's go." I say before walking past him and giving a smirk as I head for the car, more then ready to go and pick up Lily. I wasn't as pissed as I normally was after a 'conversation' with my father, but I sure as hell wanted to know where he got off thinking that I wouldn't watch out for my sister or that he could ask me favors. I wish he'd do me one big favor and stay out of my life.

Starting the ignition, I wait until Ty's in the car before I say, "So, we ready to party tonight?"

Eileen

I watched hopefully as Kyle went out to the living room to talk to our son. I tried to recall the last time they'd had a conversation that hadn't ended up sorely, coldly. But I couldn't.

I poured myself a glass of water and, leaning against the kitchen counter, listened idly as Kyle tried to strike friendly conversation.

"Just be careful tonight. If something happens...please call. I won't even get mad. And watch out for your sister," he said, his words undoubtedly ringing with the concern of a father. I knew he was trying to be as mild as possible and appreciated his effort. "Will you do that for me this one night?"

Then came a knock on the door.

"Sure, whatever you say father of mine," James replied, not bothering to take the trouble to conceal his annoyance. "IF something happens, I'll call. And as to Marie, I wouldn't not watch out for her when she is after all my sister and she's not much for the night scene."

Not another word was said. He just marched right out and slammed the door shut, ignorant of the fact that his father was trying to patch things up between them, that his father wanted to fix things. What had I expected anyway? That they'd apologise to each other and become the best of friends? Who the hell was I trying to kid?

I'd thought we'd raised him well enough so that he could at least keep the rudeness to himself, but I'd been wrong. I'd thought he'd have the sense to be a little bit more respectful of his father, but I'd been wrong. I'd thought he'd at least try for my sake, but I'd been wrong. He was rebellious and there was no denying it.

I lowered my glass down into the sink, closing my eyes sadly. What kind of a mother was I, to have allowed this to happen?

*Erik*

'Erik, you can do this. It's time that you and Christina have the chance to speak so you can learn one way or the other how things are to be. I love you, bro. I am certain that tonight will be great for you and her.'

My sister's voice soothed my nerves but didn't calm my heart. I can only hope that she is right.

I glance over at Christina as we make our way to where the party was going to be. I swallow tightly gathering my courage. It wasn't often that Christina and I were alone. Usually when I'm around her, there are at least three others with us.

"You look nice." I compliment her. Of course, when did she not look good? The silver of her shirt seemed to make her hair shimmer brighter, and her jeans hugged her in all the right spots.

"I hope you don't mind if I help Bre set up. The girls have a lot of equipment and I usually help them get it all out."