Roswell Fanatics

Michael

Maria actually considers it for a moment, and breaks from Rath, but then the ass has to open his mouth up and screw up my life even more.

"Sure, you can dance with my LITTLE brother...But personally...I think your far too much for my little brother here to handle...and I don't want my little brother biting off more than he can chew now do I? So what about if LITTLE brother here dances with you from the front...And I get to dance from behind"

God, what the hell is with Rath and this little brother crap. Being four minutes younger is nothing. Just cause Rath has to seem better at everything...

I watch as Maria starts dancing again, directly in front of me, and for a moment I do nothing but stare, wishing my brother would disappear off this earth so I could have her all to myself.

But then he kisses her. And she doesn't exactly push him away as their dancing gets more crazy. What the hell am I still standing here for? There are a bunch of other girls that actually wouldn't mind spending time with me, and I'm standing here like a lost little boy watching my crush grind with my brother. I'm out of here.

I walk away, disgust clearly evident on my face as people around them react with catcalls. "Asshole, why does he have to get everything he fucking wants." I mutter to myself, grabbing another beer off the counter. There is no way I'm going home sober.

I glance to the side, trying to see who else is here, and spot Courtney, this blonde bimbo of a girl who just so happens to have a crush on me. She'll do.

"Wanna dance?" I say in my sexiest voice, walking up to her. I just want to get the sight of my brother and Maria out of my mind, and maybe dancing with Courtney will help. She accepts my invite and drags me out onto the dance floor. It's a slow song, so I stand there nearly stationary, and let Courtney hang off me however she wants. This party sucks.

*Maria*

My eyes meet Michael's for an instant I see all the hurt and anger encased there. Why does it bother him so bad that Rath's dancing with me. He's never shown any interest in me before? Of course Michael has always been the quiet one. Maybe I should go see if he's okay. Stopping midway through the slow dance I release Rath.

"Hey, I'm gonna go make sure your brothers alright. I think we kind of freaked him out earlier." Not waiting to see how he responses I cross the room and I find the very skanky Courtney hanging all over him. He can do so much better than that ho in heels. She's beneath him. Surely, he knows that.

"Hey Courtney," The flake blonde whips her head around to face me. "I think there's a sale at Whore's R Us you better go stock up on your spring wardrobe." The girl looks a little confused. Well, she never was the brightest crayon in the box. "Yo Chica Scram." I demand before taking Michael's hand.

"Hey," I say softly almost afraid I'll scare him off.

Michael

I'm just starting to enjoy dancing with Courtney - well, not really, who am I kidding - when Maria walks over and makes Courtney leave.

"Hey," she says softly, grabbing my hand. What is this, pity because she likes my brother more than me? I try not to think about how her hand feels, and instead question why she's decided to come over here. It's not like she wasn't just making out with my brother.

"What?" I ask, my tone a little more biting than before, but I keep it in check. "My sleazebag of a brother starting to bother you? That's what he's best at."

I try not to be angry at her, but I guess its really not her I'm angry at anyways. It's Rath. It's always Rath and it's always been Rath. We never really get along. I know it's not Maria's fault, and maybe its the alcohol, but suddenly I'm even more angry than I was before.

Letting out a long exhale, I open my mouth again, even though I probably shouldn't. "If your just here because you feel bad or something, don't, I'm fine."

*Maria*

"What?" he questions with an angry glare. Okay, I should have suspected that."My sleazebag of a brother starting to bother you? That's what he's best at." There's a tad bit of resentment there. I guess that's to be suspected. I guess I should have made a specticle of myself in front of all those people. I kind of liked the rush of it though. The thrill that's involved when you do something crazy like that. He takes a deep breath as if to clear his thoughts.

"If your just here because you feel bad or something, don't, I'm fine." he says in a slightly calmer tone.

"Actually I did feel bad. I felt bad that I missed my chance to dance with you. Think you could give me another shot?" Was Maria Deluca the Queen Bee of the school asking se guy for another chance. Whoa, guess there's a first time for everything.

Michael

"Actually I did feel bad. I felt bad that I missed my chance to dance with you. Think you could give me another shot?"

Did she seriously just ask me to dance with her? Well, hell if I'm imagining it, so I might as well go for it.

"Sure," I tell her, before grabbing her arm, my attitude slightly refreshed. One for Michael, zero for Rath. Time to show Maria how the non-man whore of a brother does things.

Pulling Maria out onto the dance floor, I notice that the slow song has ended, and a faster one has taken it's place.

"So what made you change your mind?" I ask, smiling at her. Not that I'm complaining, but I just want to make sure she isn't dancing with me out of pity. I don't take pity well.

~Liz~

Once Zan and I are both inside, I close the door while I notice that he's perusing my small place and I can't help but feel embarrassed. I know that his place with his family is much larger then my meager apartment. I can't help but nibble at the inside of my lower lip nervously, waiting for the judgement to fall and for Zan to change his mind. I mean, what would he want to do with someone living as meagerly as I am?

Instead, I find that Zan compliments the apartment, "Nice place." Then I watch as he walks over and sits down on the couch, one of the items I'd kept from the house mom and I had. "Take your time, Liz. I'm not in a hurry."

I smile and give a nod, "Alright, I still shouldn't be long. If you want to watch television or turn on the radio feel free. Make yourself at home." I tell him as I walk off toward my bedroom with the dress Maria had given me in hand. Once inside my room, I place my purse on the bed and hold the dress up in front of the mirror. With a sigh, I can't help but smile. It does look flattering...

Walking over to my closet, I look at the contents and nod, the dress from Maria is better then anything I have at the moment. Getting a fresh set of underclothing, I take them and the dress with me as I step out of the room and make my way to the bathroom, smiling as I glance at Zan on my way past. In the bathroom, I shut the door which seems strange in itself. I don't think to lock it, I trust Zan enough that I know he wouldn't try anything. I might not actually 'know' him, but I do know enough that he's not the type to disrespect people.

Undressing, I climb in the shower, thinking to myself about just what I'll do with my hair. It seems like it's been a long time since I've felt the need to get dressed up. The last time was my mothers funeral. I'm not even planning to go to the junior prom when it comes up. Luckily that's still a few months away. Taking care to wash my hair and wash all the sweat off, I know I haven't taken long. When I get out of the shower and dried off, I stand and take a moment to get my bearings before dressing, the dress I'd noticed had a thin strap so I'd gotten a strapless bra to wear beneath it.

Throwing the dress on, I can't help but run my hands along the side. It looked beautiful and I was feeling a bit better as I finally decided to just use a curling iron to give myself slight waves in my hair, but leaving it down. Other then a basic eyeliner and a light touch of lip gloss I decided not to bother much with make-up. I hadn't liked to wear them much anyway.

After checking and re-checking my appearance, feeling more nerved up then I had imagined, the knots in my stomach making me want to stay in the bathroom because I just didn't see that this would go over well. The dress almost felt like a second skin over my upper body and then gave a bit of freedom as it became a bit looser over my legs but stopped just above the knees. Looking at the small clock I notice that I've actually been almost thirty-five minutes. Damn, here I'd said I wouldn't be long and I was taking more time then I ever had. Most of the time spent thinking that I won't even come close to measuring up.

Drawing in a deep breath, I open the bathroom door and step out looking in Zan's direction. "I just need to get my purse and then I'll be ready." I tell him, but I don't move because a part of me wants to see what he thinks of the dress and of me. "Sorry I took a bit longer then I said... I know you said you weren't in a hurry, but normally I don't take so long." I nibbled my lips as I stood there and felt as though I wanted to run into my room and hide, the nerves getting worse.

OOC-that was a good one Fehr,Non man whore of a brother.

*Maria*

"Sure," Much to my relief he agrees and leads me to the dance floor. The slow melody has now ended and a faster paced song has come along to replace it. Michael gives me an intrigued smile as our bodies groove along to the beat. "So what made you change your mind?"
He questions and in all honesty I was asking myself the very safe question. Why had I felt the need to go find Michael? I mean Rath is exactly what my body tells me it wants. Loud, proud, in charge, and sexy as hell. So... then why am I here? I say the first thing that enters my mind.

"I guess it was the look on your face that did it. I realized you didn't look like you had lost a bet or that now you wouldn't get the cool points for attempting to Bang the infamous Ria Deluca. Many men have tried to better their standing with the fellas by simply going out on a date with me. I don't think many of them really knew the first thing about me. Just my name and probably my measurements which I have been told are written down somewhere in the boys locker room. Please tell me they were joking." I say before bursting out into laughter. Who cares? Let the little boys dream.

"A lot of people see me as this status instead of a person. It's hard to tell who is really interested in who I am and not who I can make them. Although I would never admit it to the general public, I'm just like everyone else. Behind this overly confident phasod I am just a girl. One who freaks about the future, struggles with her studies, and worries about her funny looking ankles. I may be Head Cheerleader ,but I'm quite possibly one of the least pepped up people I know."

Shrugging as if it doesn't matter I continue to jive with the music, "I'm not some prize to be won. So if this is some sick and twisted competiton you and your brother have concocked to see who's the better twin could you just let me know now before I waste my time getting a crush on you?" I ask with that out right directness that makes me famous.

*Zan*

As I Liz disappears, I get up and go check out her stereo. She said I could, right? It's actually a pretty decent machine. I bet it sounds good. Next, I take a look over her selection of music. It's not quite what I expected. There's quite a selection there over several different genres -- even two classical CDs. I wonder if they belonged to her mom or if this is music she listens to herself. For most people, I'd be thinking it was just there collecting dust, but somehow I can easily imagine her listening to it while she's doing homework or something. I wonder if she does ...

I pick out a CD and pop it in the player as I head back towards the couch. I look for the TV listing and I don't see it immediately. It's not right out in plain sight, but I find it off to the side. Nothing interesting to watch while I'm waiting... I think I'll stick to the music.

I take a glance at her book shelf as I listen to the CD. All her school books are lined up on a central shelf. I know she's really good at all her classes. It doesn't seem to be a surprise. The other shelves have various books, some rather old. Must have been her parents'. I can't imagine what that must have been like, to lose them -- to suddenly be alone like that? And not even a brother or sister to share it with. As much as Isabel and Max can be d*mn annoying at times, I know they'll always be there for me.

I sit back on the couch and take out my cell phone to call the guys from the band. Let them know that we won't be playing at the Crashdown -- or at least, not all night, since they have a DJ lined up.

After I get off the phone, I lean back into the couch to just listen to the music and think. Liz is such a complex and wonderful person. She's way more than a beautiful face, although she is in fact very beautiful. It's hard to believe she's not dating anyone right now. Maria says the guys seemed to lose interest in Liz when she loss her standing. I hadn't even really been paying attention to that. 'Standing' has never been important to me. In fact, until I saw this place, I guess I never really realized what that meant...

I sit down again, thinking about Liz. She's really something special. I don't want this to be just some nothing night. I want her to have something as wonderful as she is. Suddenly, the party at the Crashdown just seems a bit ... mundane. I know Maria must have turned it into party central by now, but ... I don't know.

"Hey Liz!" I call to her when the sounds of the blow-dryer end. "What do you say we do something else tonight?" The blow-dryer turns on again and there's no answer. I guess she didn't hear me. I guess I'll wait until she comes out...

Eventually, I hear the bathroom door opening and I immediately get to my feet. Liz steps out looking totally amazing in a wonderful black dress. It must be the one that Maria gave her as we were leaving. Liz always looks fantastic, but this... Wow. It takes my breath away.

"I just need to get my purse and then I'll be ready." she says, seeming casual but she doesn't move. I think she's a bit uncomfortable. "Sorry I took a bit longer then I said... I know you said you weren't in a hurry, but normally I don't take so long."

"No trouble at all," I tell her as I walk the few steps needed to be standing in front of her. "You ... you look amazing," I tell her, reaching out to take her hands in mine. "Even more than usual," I add. Tentatively, I reach up and touch her face, running one finger up along her chin. She's such an amazing girl.

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Michael

I listen as Maria tells me how she feels, and I'm a little amazed, considering I've never heard this side before. No, her measurements may not be up in the locker room, but she sure is talked about a lot. And if she doesn't think she's peppy, then maybe no one is. I've never seen someone look more pumped up during a game. This is a different side of Maria that I'm seeing.

"I'm not some prize to be won. So if this is some sick and twisted competiton you and your brother have concocked to see who's the better twin could you just let me know now before I waste my time getting a crush on you?" She asks, dancing as if nothing is bothering her, and I just as calmly answer.

"Believe me Maria, that is far from the case. You're not a prize, you're a person." I smile, still dancing along with her. "And if that were the case, there is no competition...I'm the better twin," I joke, trying to lighten the conversation. If she wants to have a crush on me, she can go right ahead. Like I'd mind.

I mean, there is competition - there always is between brothers - but if Maria truly has a thing for both of us, sooner or later, she's gonna choose who she likes more.