Roswell Fanatics

LILY

Wrapping my arms around James’s neck, I pull him as closer as humanly possible so that my breasts are flush against his chest and deepen the kiss, surrendering completely to the feelings that James is evoking in me.

How many times have I imagined James kissing me? Too many times to remember but never in my wildest (and they do get pretty wild sometimes) had I imagined that it would feel like this. My whole body is tingling with a burning heat. More. I need more of James. And I need a little bit of privacy.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else.” I murmur huskily, pressing soft butterfly kisses to his jaw.

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
She laughs...its good to hear her laughing.
"Yeah, sure. But come on, let's go."

She walks in and I see her eyes looking around...he wasnt anywhere to be seen...nor was Sabrina.
We head over to the refreshment table. Laura takes a glass of punch and hands one to me.
"Thanks.
"So, how's you're night been?" she asks, smirking.
I smile. "Erm...well apart from the odd misunerstanding....pretty good...do you know what he greeted me with?"
I take a sip of punch. "You look like Lily" I say rolling my eyes. "Boys!"

ooc: Happy Thanksgiving for those who celebrate it!

<center> Laura </center>

"Well apart from the odd misunderstanding, pretty good... but do you know what he greeted me with?" she asked rhetorically. "'You look like Lily.' Boys!" She added, rolling her eyes. I laughed out loud.

"Seriously? He told you you looked like your sister? I thought Oliver was smoother than that." I took a sip of my punch, frowning thoughtfully as a sudden thought came to me. "Actually, now that I think of it, he's never really been smooth around you. At least, not the way he is around his cool friends. In fact, I bet he's always been nervous around you; how come I never saw it?"

I frowned again. I was happy for Amy, I really was. But why couldn't it have worked out that way for me? Why couldn't I just find one guy who would return my feelings? I've never met a guy like that. Or maybe there was just something wrong with me. If so, I wished someone would tell me what exactly I did wrong, so that maybe I could fix it.

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
She laughs.
"Seriously? He told you you looked like your sister? I thought Oliver was smoother than that."
I roll my eyes. "Apparantly not!"

"Actually, now that I think of it, he's never really been smooth around you. At least, not the way he is around his cool friends. In fact, I bet he's always been nervous around you; how come I never saw it?"
I look at her startled. "What? You mean all the times hes been around me in class? We never hung around together...infact I didn't even think he noticed me...."

I look at Laura...she's thinking about him again.
I take her empty cup from her. "Come on...lets dance" I tell her. "I wont talk about your brother again. I promise" I add with a smile.

<center> Laura </center>

My eyes widened. "Dance? No, I don't really do the whole dancing thing, you know that..." I started, but Amy was already dragging me out onto the floor. She started moving her body to the beat, and I was kind of surprised at her actions. I'd thought she hated to dance in public, but apparently not.

She grabbed m hands and swung me in a small circle. I laughed and lightened up a bit, starting to move my hips to the beat. Just as I was getting into the song, someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned to see a tall, good-looking guy about my age.

"Can I join you?" He asked, and I stared at him for a moment before nodding. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. We danced close until the song ended, and then I pulled away.

“Thanks,” I said somewhat shyly. He nodded.

“So… can I get your number?” He asked, and I stared at him thoughtfully. He just wasn’t my type, I decided.

“Sorry, I just came of a bad breakup, and I’m not really looking for anyone right now,” I lied. Well, I had come off a pretty bad breakup, but it was just between “friends”. He would never know.

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
"Dance? No, I don't really do the whole dancing thing, you know that..."
I smile wickedly as I pull her onto the dancefloor. I start to move to the beat, ignoring the funny looks Laura was giving me.

I grab her hand and swing her in a small circle. She laughs and starts to relax.
I smile at her...thank God she was feeling better.

I see a guy tap her on the shoulder and I watch as they start to dance.
I looked around for Oliver...but I cant see him.
I keep looking... he must be somewhere around here...

<center> Oliver </center>

I had been staring at Amy even since she'd come back into the building. I watched her talk to my sister, and then walk over to the punch table. Then I watched as she pulled a hesitant looking Laura out to the dance floor. She started to dance, and I was captivated. I had always known she had rhythm, but to see her look so carefree... it took my breath away. I guess I had stared too long, because the next second a long, slender arm wrapped around my waist.

"Hey baby," The girl purred, and I recognized her as one of the popular girls from school. I also realized that she was beyond wasted. "How 'bout you and me find a quiet place to... talk?" She asked, and then crushed her lips onto mine for emphasis. Disgusted, I tried to pull away, but she had a viselike grip. I struggled for a minute, and then finally broke free.

"Go get it on with someone else, sweetheart," I spat at her. Then I looked back up at Amy, only to look her straight in the eyes. Oh shit. How long had she been watching?

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
I search and search...and I see him. Im about to walk over to him when I see one of the popular girls walk over and wrap an arm around him.
My smile drops as I watch...
And then I see him struggle...and break free of her.
He looks livid. He looks up and I find myself staring into his eyes.
I slowly walk over to him, my lips in a dead straight line.
When Im right infront of him, I stop.
"Miss me?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
I know hes about to defend himself...so I quickly kiss him.
I smile as I pull away. "I know" I say simply, smiling.

<center> Oliver </center>
She started to walk towards me, and the look in her eyes told me that I was better off just getting on my knees and begging than I was trying to explain. I felt the beginnings of panic, wondering exactly how many times I was going to screw up in one night. I ran my fingers through my hair nervously as she reached me.

"Miss me?" She asked, her voice cold enough to freeze water. I immediately launched into an explanation; it was worth a shot.

"I know what it looked like, but it's not what you're thinking, I swear. This girl, she just came out of nowhere and attacked me. And I mean that literally. I tried to--"

She quickly gave me a peck on the lips. "I know," she said, but I was too panicked to even realize what she was saying.

"--fight her off, but she must work out or something, because she's got one hell of a grip for such a small thing, and... wait, did you just... huh?" I asked helplessly, completely lost.

She wasn't pissed? But when she was walking over here, she had looked so upset. Plus, she was always so insecure about her and me, and we had already had the 'Oliver is a bad boy player' discussion, so why wouldn't she think the worst of me? Everyone else did.

~~~~~AMY~~~~~
"--fight her off, but she must work out or something, because she's got one hell of a grip for such a small thing, and... wait, did you just... huh?"
I laugh. "I saw the look on your face as you pulled away from her. And you didnt spot me before you did...you told me to trust you...and Im trying to....wasnt that what you wanted?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
I look at him....is he trying to freak me out? I mean...he was trying to get rid of her...right?