posted on 16-Mar-2002 3:27:55 PM
The Stud
By: Sandry
Disclaimer: Don't own Roswell. Would not want to claim ownership of Roswell. Completely belongs to UPN, Jason Katims, and Melinda Metz.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Uh, there are kinda a lot of'll understand (mostly) when you read the summary. But let's just put down: M/L, M/Ma, Mi/Ma, M/T, Mi/I, I/A?, K/T?
Summary: AU. Definitely. Uh...this is very hard to explain. "The Stud" is Max. Everybody likes everybody even though they don't want to and nobody knows who anybody likes. Wow, that's worse than the summary I had before. Okay, it's rather confusing. It should make sense by the end of part one. Please don't not read it because of the strange summary, though.
Author's Note: I can't believe I started another story, esp. now, but I did. Most of this is in Maria's POV, but there are probably going to be parts in Liz POV and Isabel POV. Please read and leave feedback!


The world is officially ending. My life is over. Everything is going to be banished into oblivion. And why? Because I’m an idiot.

I’ve been asking myself a lot of whys lately. Why me? Why this? Why now? Why him?

Of course, no one answers these questions for me. And why is that? Because I can’t ask anyone these questions. And the voices in my head don’t know the answers either. So therefore, I am stuck with these questions and annoying voices swarming around in my head. Great. And still; no answers.

My life used to be complicated. It wasn’t ever easy; I’m not going to lie to you and pretend that it was. But it was a hell of a lot easier than it is now. I didn’t use to have to hide a secret that I couldn’t tell ANYONE, not even my best friends.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. No, it is not the secret about the aliens. I’ve known THAT for a while. No, this one’s worse much worse.

Seriously, what is it about this guy? What is it that has all of us swooning in front of him, while he seems completely oblivious? And WHY do I have to be one of the swooners?

Well, I might as well do this the hard way. They always tell you that the first step to getting past problems is to admit you have one. You know, like: Hello, I’m so-and-so, and I’m addicted to heroin, or whatever. So I guess I’ll go.

Hello, I’m Maria DeLuca, and I’ve just fallen for one of my very best friends, Max Evans.


The continuation of this story rests in your hands. To continue or not to continue, that is the question. Please leave feedback and tell me what you think!

I have part one almost completed, which explains a LOT, so let me know if you want it.

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posted on 17-Mar-2002 1:04:19 PM
I'm back! Thanks for all the feedback. *happy* I so happy! *happy*

Speaking of happy, Happy St. Patrick's Day! *happy*

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Eraser Room


Eraser Room: Yeah, it's gonna stay at that rating. Unless, of course, you wanna wait a couple years for the four? *happy*

Anyway, this chapter should explain a bit more...or at least who everyone is. Hope you like it!

Part 1

You know, I don’t feel better. After you tell your problem, everyone says you’re supposed to feel like a weight is lifted off your shoulders and you’re on your way to recovery. Note to everyone out there: they lie.

I’m guessing that you have no idea who I am, who Max is, or why it’s such a bad thing to like him. I mean, people fall for their friends all the time. It’s like, Hollywood’s main theme. And let me tell you right now, we all fit that theme to a “T”.

First of all, let me explain who “we all” are. First, there’s Isabel Evans. She’s been my best friend since about third grade, when we went to North West Roswell High Elementary School and got put next to each other. She’s a really sweet person who can get really bitchy if she wants to; she’s sorta got a split personality thing going on. She’s really quirky and nice, and her main woe is that she’s blonde. But other than that, she’s really happy with the way she looks. And the only way to really describe her is knock-out. Of course, if a guy tries anything with her, she WILL knock him out. I taught her how to fight. But that’s another thing entirely.

Then there’s Liz Parker, my other best friend. She’s got long brown hair and eyes almost the exact same color. She had gone to South West Roswell Elementary, so we only met in sixth grade, when we started West Roswell Middle. Isabel wasn’t in any of my classes, other than lunch, and Liz looked like she would be nice. We started talking and hit it off. She had lunch at the same time as me and Isabel, and they hit it off pretty well, too. We bonded together and became, as Mom likes to call us, the Three Musketeers.

Max Evans is Isabel’s brother. He’s tall, with the same hazel eyes as Isabel. He’s got brown hair that always falls in his eyes. It’s such a shame when it does, though. I’ve known him since about the time I met Isabel, but we didn’t really become friends until around seventh grade, when everything started happening. He was usually off alone, and when he hung out with Isabel, well, it was usually not with us. Then in sixth grade he and Isabel met Michael, and in the middle of the year she started splitting her time between me and Liz and Michael and Max. She never brought the two groups together, though.

Michael Guerin went to South West Roswell Elementary with Liz, but they didn’t really know each other. He’s got dark brown eyes and light brown, spiky hair. Max and Isabel met him in sixth grade, as I said before, and they became good friends. They started to somewhat close us off from them, though Isabel and I were still best friends. She started hanging out with them more and becoming secretive. That added to the fact we had only lunch together was what made me and Liz really close.

At the end of sixth grade, Liz and I also became friends with Alex Whitman, a tall lanky guy with dark brown eyes and hair. We were paired together for a project in English class, and we found that he had a really wacky sense of humor. He was nice, too, and smart.

Tess and Kyle joined our group after the fiasco. Well, the group BECAME a group after the fiasco, instead of two separate groups, but that’s really not the point. The only reason Tess and Kyle joined is because they were there. But, considering they ARE a part of the group, I guess it is only right for me to describe them to you.

Tess Harding is short, the shortest one in our group, actually, with curly blond hair and blue eyes. She’s kind of strange, but hey, she’s Tess. She was Liz’s best friend at South West Roswell Elementary, but she moved away in fourth and didn’t get back until the middle of seventh. Actually, until the day before it all happened. That’s why she was there, actually, she was there to see Liz.

Kyle Valenti is a sandy-haired, blue eyed jock, who I am sad to say is my soon-to-be stepbrother. Yes, the Sheriff, oh, I’m sorry, JIM, proposed to Mom a couple months ago. So in about a year, I’m going to have to live with him. All I can say is, I’m really glad it’ll only be a year after that until we have to leave for college.

Truthfully, Kyle isn’t that bad. I mean, yeah, he’s annoying, and yeah, he’s already getting settled into his big brother role (please note that he IS three months younger than me), but he’s okay. And, of course, I have plenty of ammo on him if he ever chooses to get really annoying and embarrassing.

And I think that’s everybody. Oh, wait, then there’s me. I’m Maria DeLuca, I’m sixteen and in tenth grade, and I’m blonde with dark brown eyes. Hey, I just realized something weird, all of us except Tess and Kyle have brownish eyes. Oh well, that’s not really important. Anyway, I’m kinda…weird. And some people consider me somewhat…scary. As in, run-for-your-life kind of scary. But that’s not my fault. And, hey, no one insults me…to my face, at least. I just stick with those who aren’t scared of me; my friends. It’s not like I WANT to be friends with any of the people who are scared of me; they’re all the popular, wannabe types.

But that’s the group. What? Oh, I see, you want to know what the “fiasco” is that “started it all.” Well, I guess I’ll tell you. Only, you can’t tell anyone else.

It happened during the middle of seventh grade, just after Winter Vacation. It was the weekend after the first week of school after the vacation, so Liz, Isabel, and I were sitting at a booth in the Crashdown, which is the restaurant Liz’s parents own, talking about how awful school was, how mean it was to have a project due the next Friday (it was social studies, I think), and how horrible it was to have to wake up at 6:45 every morning. (You should hear us now when we complain about waking at 5:55. 6:45 was a cakewalk! I would LOVE to wake up at 6:45!)

Liz, who was working at the time, was on her break. I had to start my shift in another fifteen minutes. Isabel had, being the smart one, not opted to get a job at the Crashdown. She, instead, worked one day a week at the UFO Center across the street. Max and Alex did as well.

Max and Michael had walked in together while we were complaining. They had worried expressions on their faces, which Isabel saw, so she excused herself. She went over to them and started talking. Liz and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they were gesturing wildly and Michael kept pointing to his temple.

Liz walked over to the counter to refill our drinks—mine was chocolate milk, for some reason I LOVE that stuff, and hers was a coke—and Kyle and Alex walked in. They slid into the booth across from me. Kyle said, and I remember his words exactly, “I really hope I never have to be related to you, DeLuca.”

I, of course, took offense at this and asked what he was talking about. He told me that he had seen our parents walking down the street together, really closely, holding hands. I replied that I didn’t believe him, but Alex said it was true.

Liz came over with our drinks and stood next to me. She had spilled some of my chocolate milk on the floor in the middle of the restaurant, but I didn’t mention it. I didn’t want to embarrass her.

She asked Kyle and Alex what they wanted, and went over to get their drinks (root beer and orange soda, respectfully). While walking over to the soda machine to get them, she froze in the middle of the room, looking towards the door. The little bell above it rang, and a short blonde walked in. Liz’s face broke out in a grin. “Tess!” she shrieked, and rushed over to the door.

It was in that instance that I realized I should have told Liz about the spilled milk. I opened my mouth to say something when she slipped.

When Liz does things, she doesn’t do them in small ways. The fall was no exception. She slipped on the milk and, due to the horrible shoes that are included with the Crashdown uniform, her feet flew out from under her. She fell backwards and smashed her neck on the corner of the table nearest to her. Then she slid to the floor.

Simultaneously, Tess and I screamed out “Liz!” This caused Isabel to look up and gasp. She immediately ran over to Liz to check her injuries. Already a pool of blood was seeping out from the side of her neck where the table had hit it.

Isabel opened her mouth and closed it a few times. Finally regaining her voice, she called out to her brother. “Max!” she cried. “Get over here NOW!”

Max, who hadn’t noticed what had happened, gaped at the sight of the blood. “What happened?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter!” Isabel cried. “We have to do something!”

“But Iz, all these people…”

“Who CARES? She’s one of my best friends Max, and I can’t do it alone. You have to help me. And if you don’t, I don’t care if you’re my brother or not, I will turn you in myself! You did it this morning, you just told me.”

“But that was just a scrape! I don’t know if I can…”

“We’ll do it together, Max! We’ll at least TRY! Come on!”

I remember watching this exchange, having no idea what was going on. Then Max, making up his mind quickly, knelt down next to Isabel. They joined hands and held them over Liz’s injured neck. I had been about to ask what they were doing when their hands started to glow. The glow extended from their hands to surround Liz’s neck. I could see the blood coming up from the floor slowly and oozing back into the glow. Before all the blood was gone from the floor and the wound was closed up, however, the glow started flickering. I could see that Isabel and Max were straining to control the glow and to continue…whatever they were doing. But their strength was failing fast.

Then something I never expected happened. Tess leaned down next to the two of them and put her hand over their joined ones. The glow increased again. The blood resumed seeping back into Liz’s neck and the wound closed again. The light that surrounded her neck shone brightly, almost blindingly for an instant, then faded away. Max, Isabel, and Tess collapsed, breathing heavily.

And Liz opened her eyes.

After that instance, we all formed a close-knit group. The four aliens (Max, Michael, Isabel, and Tess) and the four humans (Liz, Alex, Kyle, and me). Most of us already knew each other, so there really wasn’t much introducing going on. One thing’s for sure, that incident certainly brought me and Isabel closer together. She was so afraid that I wouldn’t like her because she was different; I saw her the exact same way I saw her before, as my best friend, only better.

She became my bestest friend again. Since sixth grade, when she started hanging out more and more with Michael and Max (it was finding Michael and the new onslaught of powers, which they only started getting, besides manipulating molecular structure, in fifth grade that kept her away) and I started hanging out more with Liz and then Alex, we had been apart more than we would have liked. We started confiding in each other more, like we had used to. And everything was back to weirdness and it was perfect.

Until the first sign of the FBI.


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Edited to say: Oh yeah. I am, unfortunately, unable to post until maybe next Saturday. :( It sucks, but it's hell week.

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posted on 26-Mar-2002 5:14:58 PM
I'm back! *happy* And I'm free. No more rehearsals that last until 10 at night. Yes! *happy*

Well, I'll really be free by tomorrow. Spring break! Finally. It's been so very long...

Thanks for all the wonderful feedback:


Jenn: Lovely psych babble. I had absolutely no idea what you were talking about :D. Hey, ever notice: psych babble, psycho only have to add one letter! *happy* j/k

SpAcEgUrL: Yeah, in fact, I'm not much of a GZer either. And I'm hardly ever a realist. I just felt like I wanted to write a realist story (not realistic, realist ;)). When you're a teen, you're usually so confused and you don't know what you want. I'm trying to write that through Maria.

Part 2a

Now you’d think, being the FBI and government and all, they’d be stealthy and try to intelligently infiltrate our group. Well, scratch that, maybe you wouldn’t. But if for some strange reason you thought the government WOULD do something smart when trying to find the aliens, you’d be wrong. Instead of thinking it over, and deciding on a quick and secretive way to find out whether or not Max, Isabel, Michael, and Tess were aliens, they abducted one. Michael, to be exact. Ironic, huh.

Anyway, so they took Michael to some government facility of theirs. Oh yeah, did I tell you the best part yet? They took him in plain sight of Liz and me. See, we had a day out with the group. We went out to see some movie, The Phantom Menace, I think. For some strange reason, Max and Michael are into sci-fi movies. I’d have thought they wouldn’t be. But anyway, after the movie we all went to Liz’s house to hang out. I was going to sleep over (so were Tess and Isabel, but they couldn’t), and everyone else left at around six. We were just about to go downstairs to eat dinner when Michael knocked on Liz’s window. He had forgotten his hat.

After giving it to him, we watched him go down to the alley to walk home. He only lived two blocks away from Liz; it was silly for him to have been driven there. In the alley, he was overtaken by four men. Liz and I hid and watched as they dragged him away. Then we immediately called the others and told them. And the FBI dudes never even had a clue we knew.

I immediately volunteered to call Alex, Kyle, and Michael, subjecting Liz to the torture of calling Max, Isabel, and Tess. Well, basically, I gave Liz Tess because she was closer friends with her, so that really wouldn’t be torture. Calling Max and Isabel would, of course.

Well, actually, it all depended on who answered the phone. Max would be okay. Sure, he’d be upset and paranoid as per usual, but he’d be easy enough to deal with. Izzy would be another story. She’d completely freak out as soon as she heard the words “Michael” and “captured” in the same sentence. You know why, of course.

Oh wait! You don’t! I can’t believe I completely forgot to mention it. Wow, I must be losing it. I explained all about our group and I forgot to mention the relationships that were happening at the time.

Okay, I should rephrase that. There were no ACTUAL relationships going on, they were just in our minds. A lot of things are in our minds. Our minds are very scary places. I wouldn’t recommend taking tours of them. But that’s totally besides the point.

I guess chronological order is the best way to go. The first would, I guess, be Isabel. For as long as I can remember, she’s been in love with Michael. Okay, so I’m exaggerating. I do that. It’s only been since about the summer after sixth grade. And she didn’t really LOVE him (or admit that she loved him, but hey, same difference) until the end of seventh. She was kind of…I don’t know how to say this delicately…obsessed. But not in a bad way. Actually, it was kind of cute. In a disgusting way. Now, Michael’s one of my best friends and I love him dearly, but I have no idea WHAT she sees in him. He’s a great guy, but actually LIKING him? WHY?

Anyway, so she still likes him, in the beginning of tenth grade. So that’s what? About three or four years? I don’t know; I’m not great at math. Nothing has come out of this…whatever it is, and he still doesn’t know. Well, he could have an inkling (she’s sometimes kinda obvious), but then again, it’s Michael. And Michael…he’s kinda dense.

We keep telling her that he likes her, but she never believes us. I think he really does, too. I’ve caught him looking at her a few times. I really hope he does. For her sanity, if nothing else. Sometimes, though she never says it, I think he’s what keeps her going through the days. But that’s just my BFI (stands best friend intuition. very different from the FBI, which stands for the Federation of Bumbling Idiots).

I think it’s just easier to fall for your friends. Our group seems to do that a lot. For example, we finally got it out of Liz in the beginning of eighth grade that she liked Max. We (“we” usually refers to the girls, by the way) had noticed that she’d appeared to be flirting with him since he had healed her. We were right.

However, we also learned that her feelings for Max ran about as deep as Isabel’s did for Michael. Not wanting to subject Tess and me to their swooning (they’d noticed us roll our eyes one too many times), they started to confide more and more with each other. Now, I won’t lie to you, I WAS a little jealous. But I got over it, and I was fine. I just started to somewhat distance myself from them. I became friends with Alex a lot more. He’s a pretty cool guy. He also seemed to (he never admitted it, to me at least) have a crush on Isabel. I think he’s over it now, though. Which is good, because I don’t want him to get hurt.

Anyway, the real “relationship” trouble started after the FBI attack in the middle of eighth grade (I’ll get back to that later), toward the end of the year. That was when we found out that Liz was not the only one harboring secret desires for Max. Tess was too.

It just came out one night at one of our sleepovers. I can’t really remember how, but she told us. Liz, for the next few months, tried to do the noble thing and give him up for her best friend, but she couldn’t. After a little while, they both ended up sort of accepting that the other one liked him, and talking about him together. I, personally, found this kind of weird. But that’s Liz and Tess. They refused to let him get in the way of their friendship, so he became a sort of…bonding experience.

Through hanging out with Alex, I started hanging out more with Michael. As you know, he’s best friends with Max. Now, somehow, last year, Tess and Liz convinced me to get Michael to tell me who Max liked. It was a long complicated process, but when it all came out, it appeared to us that Max liked Tess. Now, that’s either the truth, or Michael lied to us, or Max lied to Michael. Either way, it caused some enlightenment for the rest of us. The thing is, whenever we ask Max himself, he never tells us. So for Tess there’s hope, for Liz there’s hope, and for me…well, we won’t get into me right now.

Anyway, back to the FBI. Actually, a little side note on the word “anyway.” Already I think I’ve used it twenty times. It seems to be my favorite word. I use it all the time in conversations. It’s a lot like using “um” or “like” but it’s “anyway.” But we should get back on track.

Anyway (there I go again), we all got together and formulated a plan. I really don’t know how we pulled it off. It was a pretty pathetic plan. There were only four guards on the outside. Max, Isabel, and Tess each knocked one of them out with their powers. I hit the other one over the head with a rock. That was fun.

We took out the inside in much of the same way. There were more of them, but we could deal. Hey, we had three aliens on our side. They were holding Michael in a basement. We hurried down. Alex and I untied him—the others were busy fighting—and we dragged him outside. Max came out and healed him. And then we did the final—and best—part of our plan—which was my idea, thank you very much—we ran.

Looking back on how we were then sometimes makes me sigh. We were so young. We were so naïve.

We were such idiots.

How could we not have seen that it was a trap?


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New Developments
posted on 31-Mar-2002 11:05:52 PM
Hey all! Happy Easter!

Thank you for all of the feedback! *big* I love it!

Rachel *giggles*

soypet: Nope, I'm gonna leave you guessing on Max's real feelings on...well, everything. It's going to be mostly Maria's POV, with maybe a few Isabel or Liz POV. *big* But I'm not going to let on about the guys' feelings.

Rachel: *giggles again*

Ever thought of decaf? *ducks flying coffee mug* Nevermind!

A very short excuse of a part. But it's got a lot of content! (wow, I sound like someone trying to convince their teacher that five pages is enough for a ten page paper)

Part 2b

If you were yelling at the screen when you heard how easy it was, don’t be ashamed. I felt like yelling too. Nothing is ever that easy. We should have known that. But we were all too happy about getting Michael out and “saving the day.” Like I’ve mentioned, we were idiots.

So we went back to school and acted normally. That was Max’s plan, could you guess? Anyway, everything was fine for about a week. Then we got a new guidance counselor.

Her name was Ms. Topolsky. Doesn’t that name just ooze Federation of Bumbling Idiots? Well, she seemed to take a little too much interest in our resident Czechoslovakians (my idea…alien was too conspicuous. Of course, seeing as Czechoslovakia sort of ended about 12 years ago, that’s not exactly conspicuous either, as Alex has pointed out. But if I say Czechoslovakians, people around me just tend to think that I’m a dumb blonde, and not a nutcase. The former is in no way true. The latter, of course, has some evidence pointing toward it…but that’s totally besides the point). She kept trying to get the four of them together, alone, in one place, but somehow they always managed to evade that.

The end of Ms. Topolsky’s career was when she got impatient and wanted her bonus (something about the Caribbean…I don’t really know). Let this be a lesson unto you; greed gets you nowhere (unless you’re smart, but Ms. Topolsky didn’t have that going for her). She tried to get all four of them at the same time, in her office. Well, five, including Alex. I think she did that to ease the suspicion. Surprisingly, she did get the five of them in her office. Of course, she had to be a bit sneaky about it. But she got them there without them suspecting a thing. Okay, they suspected SOMETHING, but since they didn’t know the others were there, and it was almost time for them to start going over classes for the next semester, it wasn’t as suspicious as it could have been.

So she gets the five of them in her office. Michael, Isabel, and Max were in there first, waiting. Then Tess, Alex, and Topolsky walked in. As soon as the Czechoslovakians saw the remainder of the group, they knew something was up and tried to make a run for it. Topolsky was ahead of them, unfortunately. She had grabbed Alex and held a gun to his head. She said they were all coming with her or the, and I quote, “tall, lanky, guitar guy” died.

Well, they all would’ve been completely screwed if it hadn’t been for me. Yes, I, Maria DeLuca, saved the day. Go me.

And how did I amazingly save these five people from horrible torture/death? See, it was like this. I was listening to the whole entire conversation from only a few feet away. How? Well, Ms. Topolsky’s office happens to be connected by a vent to the eraser room. And that’s where I was.

What was I doing in the eraser room, you ask. Well, sadly, I was actually cleaning erasers. Pathetic, isn’t it.

Oh, and you want to know why there was an eraser room in the junior high school, don’t you? Well, to tell you the truth, the junior high was really awful. To put it lightly, it was a piece of shit. So the school board finally decided to build a new one. In the middle of the year. The eighth graders were moved to the high school and the sixth and seventh graders were moved to the two elementary schools.

Anyway, back to what happened. I saw and heard Ms. Topolsky threaten Alex and the rest and I moved into action. I removed the vent—almost noiselessly, I might add—and put it to the side. Taking the only weapon I had—an eraser—I took it and threw it and the gun in Ms. Topolsky’s hand.

With that throw, I should have been the star pitcher on the West Roswell Junior High’s Baseball team. Or so Isabel told me. It hit its target perfectly and allowed for enough distraction for Alex to take the gun away and get over to the other side. Then the other four told her that she was to leave Roswell and never return. It was like some movie.

We figured out that Michael’s capture had just been a trap to see which of our group were aliens. Then the FBI planned on taking all of them. We had been on our guard when we were rescuing Michael; a few weeks after that escapade we had relaxed slightly. They could take the Czechoslovakians while our walls were slightly down.

It was that incident that taught us that we were never safe. Max warned us—again and again—that any of us humans could be taken to get to them. We’re always looking over our shoulders; never trusting anyone outside of our little group. We’ve been labeled as “strange” by the high school population, and were mostly left alone. On a few occasions, Isabel, Alex, and Liz have been tormented by the “populars,” but Max, Michael, Tess, Kyle, and I are usually near enough to thwart any attacks. Kyle’s usually the best at that; he’s semi-accepted into the popular group. He’s a jock, and if they start to insult him, they’re insulting the team and the school. I don’t try to understand it; most of it’s cheerleader logic, which means there isn’t much of it.

They torment Isabel, Alex, and Liz because they’re easy. They don’t insult Kyle because of the aforementioned reasons, and they learned early on that insulting Max and Michael gets them nowhere. And apparently, Tess and I scare them too much for them to insult us. Well, to our faces, that is.

The one thing that really scares us is that the FBI does know exactly who we are. We sent Topolsky away, and we know that she hasn’t come back. Still, there are probably FBI agents around every corner, waiting for us to let our guard down a notch. The government isn’t exactly going to let its chance at getting aliens slip through its fingers.

We trust no one. We assume everyone is an alien hunter. We are wary of strangers. And in that way, we stay alive.

That’s been my life for the past three years.

And I thought it was complicated then.


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I'm thinking that for the next part I'm going to be skipping ahead to around January of tenth grade. (prologue took place toward the beginning of tenth)
posted on 6-Apr-2002 10:00:19 PM
Hey! Okay, so you're all going to be my witnesses. As of right now, I am working on a global project. Right? You all agree? Good.

I'm back! Thanks for all of the wonderful feedback!

Is It You

You guys rule!

Strange part...half of it wrote itself...

Revelations, revelations...

Part 3

Ladies and Gentlemen, my secret…is out. Okay, so it’s not OUT, per say, I only told one person. Can you guess who it is? Can you? Can you?

Well, I’ll give you some hints. I’m not telling any of the guys. Nope. No way. I don’t exactly want to become “locker-room talk.” Not that, of course, my crush on Max would top all of Kyle’s “sexual excursions”, and yes, that’s in quotation marks for a REASON, but…just no. And who in their right mind would tell Liz or Tess that they liked Max. Not that I’m claiming to be in my right mind…but, you understand.

So, yes, I told Isabel. My best friend since forever, Max’s brother, Isabel. Not that she really minds hearing about Max much—or she does a good job ACTING like she doesn’t mind hearing about it, because she gets it so much from Liz and Tess. Do you want to hear how it happened? Well, I don’t care if you don’t, you’re going to.

I went over to Isabel’s to sleep over. The date was, let’s see…what’s today? It’s December 29, so that would make the sleepover…December 27. What, you want to know the year too? Sheesh, you’re spoiled, aren’t you? 2002. I’m 16, I’m in tenth grade, I have a stupid project due on the 4th, I’ve got a head cold, I still didn’t get that pony for Christmas…oh, you don’t want to hear this stuff? Tough. Yes, it has been a while, but nothing much has happened. Except for the sleepover. I’m going to tell you about that now. Okay? Good.

So, like I was saying, I went over on the 27th. Max was over at Michael’s and the Evanses were out, so it was just the two of us. Well, the two of us plus Sir Indinigo. That’s pronounced ihn-dih-NI-goh, by the way. Sir Indinigo is the Evanses’ dog. He’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. He’s part golden retriever-part…something else, I can’t remember. Hey, I can forget things; I’m human! Unlike half of my group, but that’s beside the point.

Liz found Sir Indinigo two years ago; he was in the alley beneath her fire escape. It was raining and he was hurt. He had a piece of metal from the alley stuck in his side. Liz went into the Crashdown and grabbed Max and Isabel, who were eating there at the time. She had them heal Sir Indinigo; she couldn’t bear to see the dog in pain. Because Liz couldn’t have a pet—Mr. Parker’s allergic to dog and cat fur—Max and Isabel took him home.

It was actually Isabel who named Sir Indinigo. It wasn’t exactly warm out when they healed him; more like freezing. She said, according to Liz, “We better get this dog inside before he becomes Sir Indigo.” Well, she MEANT to say “Sir Indigo” but she was talking too fast without thinking and it came out “Indinigo.” The name stuck, and he’s been Sir Indinigo ever since.

Sir Indinigo is about two years and three months old, or something like that. He’s adorable, not too large, but not so small that you’ll lose him. His hair is a really light gold, almost whitish. He’s got the biggest heart in the world. He’s really Max and Isabel’s dog, but Liz is like his second—or third, I guess—mother. We all love Sir Indinigo, so much that we fight over who gets to feed him when the Evanses go away. Well, all of us except Michael. Michael’s kind of scared of Sir Indinigo, not that he’ll ever admit it. But he avoids the dog like the plague. It’s kind of funny.

Anyway, so it was just me, Isabel, and Sir Indinigo. Sir Indinigo was lying in my lap and I was petting him as we talked about trivial things. And then it came out.

No, it wasn’t my secret; it was hers. Yes, Isabel had a secret. She’d been keeping it from me since late October. I wasn’t mad at her; after all, I’d had a secret since around September. But I was surprised.


“Maria?” Isabel asked me hesitantly.

I looked up at her, chomping on my gum. “Yeah?” I asked.

She opened her mouth, about to say something, then closed it. She repeated the movement twice. Finally she asked, “Do you want some ice cream?”

Oh dear, this was big. First she can’t say something, and then she asks about ice cream? She can tell me ANYTHING, she knows that, and I happened to know for a fact that the only ice cream flavors in the Evanses’ house at the moment were chocolate and coffee. Isabel absolutely detests coffee ice cream, always has, and she NEVER eats chocolate ice cream. She tends to think it will make her fat. Nonsense, she’s a stick. Damn metabolism.

Anyway, she never eats chocolate ice cream unless it’s a dire emergency. She downed two pints of it last year when her grandmother died; she was going to have more until Max stopped her. Whatever it was that she had to tell me, it was huge.

We stood up. Well, SHE stood up. I tried to stand up, but Sir Indinigo apparently wanted to stay in my lap. “Come on, Sigy (Sye-gee),” I whined my nickname for the dog to him. “Let me get up!”

He didn’t want to listen. It took five minutes and an ingenious throw of a Frisbee by Isabel—the Evanses will never notice that dent in their wall, will they?—to get Sir Indinigo up. We went downstairs and made our sundaes—triple chocolate scoop for Isabel, something’s definitely up—and then sat down at the table.

I took a spoonful of ice cream and held it up to my mouth. “So…what’s up?” I asked Isabel before sliding the spoon into my mouth.

I waited a beat, and then she gave in and told me. “Oh, I just needed to tell someone, Maria! I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” I asked, looking at her incredulously. “Why would I mind? I’m your best friend, Isabel, that’s what I’m for. Besides eating you out of house and home, that is. It’s kinda hard to do that at Lizzy’s; she owns a restaurant. That’s why you’re my best friend.”

Isabel smiled at my joke, then it drooped. “I-I-I…”

“Just say it.”

“I don’t love Michael anymore.”

To say I was floored is the biggest understatement since the government said that what crashed in 1947 was a simple weather balloon. I was positively speechless. I don’t think I was that surprised when I found out that aliens existed. “What?” I gasped.

Isabel got stronger at every word she said. “I don’t love Michael anymore. I don’t know how I did it. I just told myself that I didn’t love him anymore and I was being an idiot pining for him and somehow I just…stopped. You’ve told me several times that I shouldn’t love him and be so obsessive and that I being depressive and it wasn’t the answer and I just took everyone’s advice and I stopped. I’m not in love with him anymore.”

This was not what I was expecting. Michael and Isabel…they were just perfect. They were the same in almost everything, she really liked him and we thought he really liked her. They flirted all the time and they would have made the perfect couple. “But…what if I told you I changed my mind about that?” I asked her.

“Then I’d have to say that I changed my mind too. I’m not in love with him. I still love him…but not like that.”

“But I thought you really loved him…”

“So did I…” she said sadly. “But I don’t. And I can’t make myself.”

“Boy, I know that…” I mumbled to myself.

Isabel looked at me strangely. “Huh?”

I sighed and looked up at her. “Well, let’s just say I’ve had my own problems with love lately.”

Isabel moved her chair closer to me. “Explain,” she ordered.

“Well, let’s just say I have a ‘forbidden’ crush. I can’t like him…but I do,” I confessed.

Isabel gasped. “You like Max?”

I stared at her in disbelief. “How did you know?”

“Who else is forbidden?”

~~End Flashback~~

So that’s how it happened. Two surprises exchanged by best friends. I was really shocked that she didn’t love Michael anymore. She loved him for FIVE YEARS. They’re perfect for each other. If Michael wasn’t so dense, or shy, maybe they would’ve gotten somewhere. Oh well. Maybe she’ll fall in love with him again. I guess I’ll find out in a few days. Two, actually.

What’s in two days? New Year’s Eve party, of course. It’s been our tradition to go to the Evanses’ for New Year’s Eve since we became a group, and we’re not going undermine tradition this year. So this should be fun. With me liking Max and Isabel NOT liking Michael, this year should turn out pretty interesting.

I just hope “interesting” doesn’t mean bad…


Feedback! Tell me what you thought! Please!

I'm probably going to switch POV for the next part, maybe Isabel. It won't be the party yet, just a peek into someone else's head. You'll only get to see Maria, Isabel, and possibly Liz's POVs, though, as I said before. Aren't I evil?

Just a question: What couples is everyone rooting for? And what do you think of Maria?
posted on 7-Apr-2002 9:46:03 PM
I'm back! I finished my project!

Thanks for the wonderful feedback!

TD DreamerBehr

Thank you!

Wow, I really ended up liking the way this part turned out. Weird. A rare occurance.

A Trip Into the Mind of Isabel Evans

Part 4

*Isabel POV*

My name’s Isabel. Isabel Evans. Izzy for short, but only Maria, Max, and Michael call me that. Maria’s my best friend, Max is my brother, and Michael’s his best friend. Liz and Tess are two of our other friends, as are Alex and Kyle. Oh yeah, another important thing, Max, Michael, Tess, and I are aliens.

The eight of us live in Roswell. Yeah, the irony of the situation really cracks me up sometimes. Uh-huh.

The weather balloon crash of 1947, well, let’s just say that it wasn’t a weather balloon crash. That’s right, alien spacecraft. Bringing the four of us here. Why? I don’t know.

And before you start asking me if I remember the crash, I don’t. The four of us were kept in incubation pods. I can remember those. It was like being surrounded by warm, liquid air. It wasn’t like water; it was thicker, comforting. I was cushioned by it and it made me feel safe. It was weird, but I could almost feel…love emanating from it.

I don’t know how long I was in there, but all of a sudden I felt the need to get out. I felt almost like I was drowning…suffocating. I pushed through the liquid, trying to escape. I met the smooth sides of the pod. I pushed against it. It didn’t give. I pushed again and this time I felt it move slightly out. The side didn’t break, though. I pushed with both hands; my head feeling like it was detached. Blackness was clouding my vision and I pushed once more. My left hand broke through the membrane making a hole, the liquid was congealed though, and it didn’t flow out. I pushed with my other hand, desperately trying to get out. My home for so long was killing me and I didn’t have the strength to save myself.

All of a sudden, someone from outside grabbed my hand. They pulled on it with all their might, helping me to escape. I pushed while they pulled, my eyes closed and putting everything I had into the push. The oxygen in the liquid was disappearing and I knew I had to get out of there within the next thirty seconds if I wanted to live. With that last push/pull, the outside shell of the pod collapsed and fell, sprawled on the floor. I took a few seconds on the ground, gasping in the new air, filling my lungs with oxygen. Then I looked up into the eyes of my savior.

It was Michael, though I didn’t know it then. He was standing next to me, looking down at me curiously. He held his hand out and I took it, standing up. About the same height, we stared at each other. I thanked him with my eyes, and he just nodded. Then we turned to the other pods.

I immediately was drawn to one of the others who was having trouble. Instinctively, when they pushed out I put my hands on both sides of theirs and pushed in. Their hands broke through the outside and I grasped them quickly. I pulled hard, remembering how helpless I had felt when I was inside my pod. Less than a minute later, I got him—it was a boy—out of the pod. I noticed that the one who had saved me had gotten a girl out of the other one.

The four of us looked at each other for a few minutes. Then the boy I had helped—Max—grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the cave. I gestured to the others to follow me. Once we were all outside, Max waved his hand over the rock next to the door. A silver handprint appeared. He pressed his hand into it, and the door closed. We started walking, not knowing where we were going, but letting Max lead the way.

After a while, we reached the highway. The four of us started walking down the middle of it, in a line. After a few minutes of walking, we saw lights approaching.

It was night when we came out, and the pods had never been anything but dark. The lights shocked us all, but we mostly adjusted. The other girl—Tess—was the smallest and shyest, and she was afraid when the lights came. She ran to the woods by the side of the road and hid. Max went to go look for her, but he stopped when he remembered he was holding hands with me. He looked back at me, and I could see in his eyes that he wouldn’t leave me. I turned to Michael, pleading with him to go find her. Michael nodded again and ran off. The lights came closer, and Max and I were frozen in the center of the road.

As the lights were upon us, they stopped moving. A man and woman—the Evanses—came out of the car and enveloped us in blankets. They put us in the backseat of their car and started driving away. I felt warm and loved again, but I was scared that whatever made me feel that way would try and kill me like the pods had. And this time Michael wouldn’t be there to save me.

I turned and looked out the back window. I could see Michael on the side of the road, holding Tess’ hand, a few feet back. I pressed my hand to the back window and pulled it away. A silver handprint shimmered there for a minute, and then it disappeared. And by that time, so had Michael and Tess.

It would be six years before I saw them again.

I remember it perfectly. I was sitting in my first period math class on the first day of the sixth grade, as nervous as I could be. Max wasn’t in my class, and it was a new school where you moved around from class to class. Michael walked in and our eyes met. We recognized each other instantly, and he came over and sat next to me.

“What’d they name you?” he asked.

“Isabel,” I answered, holding out my hand.

“Michael,” he replied, shaking it.

We started getting our powers in fifth grade. My main power is dream-walking, and I started getting that toward the end of fifth. I couldn’t control it, though. I would enter people’s dreams without wanting to or trying to. Usually it was Max’s or Maria’s, because they were the people I was closest to. Every once and a while, I’d slip into my parents dreams. And often I would enter someone’s dream who I didn’t know, but they had an underlying familiarity. That was cleared up after I met Michael, though.

I don’t know exactly when I started liking Michael. All I know is, by the end of the year, I did. Me having a little crush on him soon became me falling head over heels in love with him. I finally admitted that to Maria at the end of seventh grade. She knew beforehand, though. She’d read the signs. He didn’t, of course. He’s dense. Oblivious. Dead to the world half of the time.

My friends are always telling me that he likes me. It’s annoying sometimes. Besides, I don’t think he does. In fact, I think he might have a little crush on Maria. But that’s beside the point.

They always listened to me, but sometimes they get a little annoyed and tell me to “get over it.” Okay, that’s only Maria and Tess. And only sometimes. Liz can’t tell me that; she’s in the same boat. Not with Michael, with my brother. Oh no, don’t get me started on all the people who like my brother.

I started to think over that advice recently. I’ve been depressed a lot, and I really didn’t like the way I was acting. And most of the depression, I could see, was being caused by Michael.

So I decided to cut myself loose. Personally, I don’t know how I did it. Five years, five YEARS of my life, which has only been for ten years, mind you, I was in love with Michael. But I couldn’t go on the way I was, I couldn’t live like that anymore. So I had to stop loving him.

I stopped loving him in late October. I told Maria yesterday, on December 27. I just needed to talk to someone, tell someone about it. She’s my best friend, and I knew I could tell her. So I did. Over a mountain of chocolate ice cream. That reminds me, treadmill.

Anyway, I begged her not to tell anyone. I just felt…no one really knows me. Maria comes the closest but no one really knows the true Isabel Evans, what she thinks, what she feels. But people, my friends, like to think that they do. Now, they’re my friends and I love them but sometimes it’s annoying. It gets annoying sometimes when Tess refers to how I felt about Michael as “that infatuation thing.” It hurts that they assume that every time I’m upset, that’s why. They presume things about me because they think they know me.

But I don’t really want anyone to know me. They can go on believing that they do, so I don’t have to listen to them bug me about secrets that I have, who I like, whatever. I want them to keep on thinking that they know Isabel Evans inside and out. But they don’t. And they won’t. They can’t.

But they think they do.


What'd you think? Tell me!

hehe...I'll give you a little teaser for next part. Well, sort of. One of these will happen. But which one? *big*

A) A leftover mistletoe causes some trouble.
B) A truth or dare game gets out of control.
C) One of the UC couples mentioned gets a little lip action (aka M/Ma, Mi/I, or M/T)
D) Maria finally spills her guts to Liz, and someone overhears.
E) Kyle brings over some champagne from his father's wine closet, not realizing that it is worth about $1000, and everyone gets drunk.
F) Liz and Tess get in a huge fight over Max.
G) Two unexpected people get caught in the closet.

So which are you voting for to happen? And which do you think will?
posted on 25-Apr-2002 8:24:34 PM
Hey! I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update, but I haven't had a lot of time on the computer. A week ago I went to a sci-fi convention (those are so much fun! I totally recommend them) with my friends, so I was getting ready for that the week before that, and then this past week I've been kicked off the computer for this reason and that reason AND I'm going away on retreat tomorrow so I have to get ready for that.

Thanks for the feedback all!


Anyway, I'm updating! Let's all applaud! *waits* or not.

It's a bit longer than usual.

Part 5

*Isabel’s POV*

You may think it is impossible to be late to your own party. Not so. In fact, I am living proof of this strange phenomenon. I’m living proof of a lot of strange phenomenon. But we won’t talk about those right now.

The New Year’s party that we always hold—our parents like to go out to dinner, and they let us have “the group” come over—begins at 9:30 every year. Then, everything goes like clockwork. Max is downstairs at 9:28, yelling at me that I’m going to be late. I am upstairs doing my hair with my powers. Now, you’d think that if you had powers with which you could make your hair perfect, it would make things faster. It doesn’t. You can try out several different hairstyles in one minute and then spend thirty agonizing over which to choose, as opposed to just picking the first one that comes out well.

Like I was saying, at 9:32 the doorbell will ring. Max will let Alex in and yell to me that Alex is here. Kyle will come at 9:34, and ring the doorbell. Michael will walk up right behind him and open the door, not waiting for us to answer. Kyle will follow Michael in.

Tess will come at 9:37, followed by Liz, at 9:38. At 9:41, I will make my entrance. Then, half a minute later, Maria will come rushing in, apologizing profusely. I will roll my eyes and admonish her for being late, and everyone else will roll their eyes at me.

I was playing with my hair when I heard the doorbell ring. Glancing at my clock, I smiled. 9:32. Alex.

Two seconds later, Max called up to me, “Izzy, Alex is here!”

“I know that, idiot!” I called back down.

I heard the others enter and finished my hair. I glanced at the clock. 9:39. Now there’s a dilemma. Should I wait and go downstairs at my usual 9:41, or should I be spontaneous and go down early and shock everyone. I giggled. Spontaneity is so much fun.

I walked down the stairs, laughing to myself. After a few seconds and a tortilla chip or two, everyone noticed I was there. Max looked at his watch and mockingly gasped. “Izzy! You’re…early! Are you sick?” He tried to put his hand on my forehead.

I swatted his hand away. “No, I’m not sick. I just decided it was time for a change.” I whacked him on the back of the head. “And stop making fun of me!”

I went back to my tortilla chips and waited for Maria to get here. At 9:41, she ran in, knocking into the screen door, first, though. That was a new one. She started saying she was sorry for being late, when I cut her off. “Hey, Ria, it’s okay. We’re all late. Big deal. Now let’s go down to the basement and have some fun!”

We all walked downstairs. Alex tried to whisper, but I heard him ask Michael, “Is it just me, or is Isabel acting really strange and scary?”

Michael mock-whispered back, “Both!”

Alex nodded as Michael walked away. Then he started. “Hey!”

I giggled to myself, then told Max to put in the first movie. He complied, with an “Aye, aye sir!” and salute.

I rolled my eyes and sat back, watching the previews. Somehow, I had gotten seated on the short couch next to Michael. Alex, Kyle, Liz, and Tess were sitting on the longer couch that was perpendicular to mine and Michael’s. Maria brought a chair over so she was sitting next to me. Max, because he just likes to be annoying, sat on a cushion right in front of the TV.

“Max, you’re in the way! Move back!” Liz whined. Max looked back at her, rolled his eyes, and moved back a few feet.

See, he probably wouldn’t have done that if anyone else asked. I have this feeling, that of everyone who likes Max, the only one he really likes back is Liz. It’s just the way he looks at her, talks to her, and acts around her… It all started after the healing. Before then she was just my wacky friend Liz…after that it was just…different. I don’t know. What I do know is, he’s hiding something from me. Something about the healing. He almost told me once, but I still have no idea. I decided to stop prying about a year ago, when he blew up at me and told me it was his business, not mine, and not to bug him about it ever again.

A preview for Men In Black filled the screen, and Alex blurted out, “Oh yeah!”

Everyone’s eyes, including mine, shifted toward him. “What?” Maria asked.

“I forgot to tell you people. I quit the UFO Center,” he announced.

My jaw dropped. “What? Why?” It paid good money, I knew that much from working there, and it was always fun to have a shift with Max and Alex.

“Well, I was kinda tired of being around all the aliens so much,” he confessed. When he saw Tess, Max, Michael, and my eyebrows raise, he amended his sentence. “I mean, just the autopsy videos and the pictures and the little green men wanting to take over the world…I know that aliens aren’t like that. And I didn’t like working around that propaganda and catering to people who believe it.”

“Aww…that’s so sweet,” Tess, who was sitting next to him, said. She reached over and gave him a hug.

“See?” Alex said, pointing at Tess. “She understands.”

“Shh…the movie’s starting!” Maria hissed. We all quieted down and turned our heads toward the screen.

Somehow, within the course of the movie, Tess, Maria, and Liz moved down and ended up sitting next to Max. After it was over, they stayed there, talking and laughing with him. I rolled my eyes and turned to Michael, who was watching the scene as well. “My God,” I whispered to him. “It’s like a frickin’ harem!”

Michael smiled and looked back at them. “All they need are some grapes!” he whispered, somewhat loudly.

Tess, who was sitting closest to us, turned around. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing!” Michael and I said in unison.

Tess, who is, by the way, our resident matchmaker, looked at us with a glint in her eye. I knew that glint. I was scared. “Tess…” I warned.

“Sheesh, all I did was ask what you were talking about.” She grinned. “What’s so secretive? Why can’t you tell me?”

“Tess, it’s got nothing to do with you,” I said, pleading with my eyes to have her stop. I didn’t like Michael anymore, and it was almost worse then when she tried to get us together when I did.

“Ahh, nothing to do with me. So it’s just a little fling between you and Michael, huh? That you’re keeping a secret from us? That’s not very nice…”

By this time, Maria had started listening into our conversation as well. I silently begged her to help me. She grabbed Tess’ arm.

“Maybe you should stop talking now,” Maria told Tess.

“Oh, of course. It’s none of my business if they want to have a little relationship. In fact, it’s kind of cute. Don’t they make a cute couple, Maria?”

“No, Tess, they don’t. Shut up.”

“Okay, shutting up. If that’s what you want.” She glanced up at the screen. “Hey, Sponge Bob’s on!”

I turned to Michael, embarrassed. “I have no idea what she’s talking about. I’m really sorry…” I trailed off, as Michael seemed to be looking at me oddly.

“Michael? Are you…all right?” I asked. I’d never seen that look in his eye, and it confused and scared me. “What’s going on?”

And then it happened. Michael leaned over and kissed me. I tried to pull away, but he held my head tightly and wouldn’t let me go. I could tell that everyone was staring at us, surprised at both Michael and me. I finally pulled away slightly and gasped for breath.

“Michael, I…” It was so ironic. My dream for five years was coming true, and I didn’t want it anymore. I tried to figure out a way to tell him that when he returned his lips to mine, before I had a chance to close my mouth. Inside, my brain was screaming for me to stop, I didn’t want this. But thinking completely ceased as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

And then the flashes came.


A stately man stood next to a person who felt like…me. The man smiled at me, and I smiled back warmly. Then he took a step forward, and a hush went through the crowd. We appeared to be on a balcony, a step above the others.

The man began speaking. “And now, the announcement you’ve been waiting for. To make this occasion more joyous, I wish to announce the engagement of my daughter Vilandra, to one of my most trusted soldiers, Rath.” And murmur traveled through the people, and I could feel a joy spread through the other me, Vilandra. She wanted this, I could tell, and she was very happy. But there was a void that she couldn’t explain, so she pushed it to the back of her mind. She was happy.

Now my thoughts were directed toward the man, Rath. I could feel he was confused, somewhat happy, but that he didn’t love Vilandra like that. At least, he didn’t think he di. He didn’t want to marry her, but he supposed it was better than someone he despised. And he would be comfortable for his life…

There was something familiar about the feeling of Rath. I searched deeper and saw what I was looking for. He felt like Michael.

//End Flash//

I finally gained the strength to pull away from Michael. I pushed him away from me and jumped off the couch. As I ran up both flights of stairs I could hear Maria following behind me. I threw myself on the floor of my room, my head on my bubble chair. I sobbed into my arms, as I heard the door open.

Maria walked over to me and stroked my hair. “Hey, you okay?” she whispered.

I shook my head, and turned my tear-stained face up to her. “But you can go back down. I don’t want you to miss the countdown.” The clock on my dresser said it was 11:53.

Maria shook her head adamantly. “It’s not going to be the same without you. I’ve celebrated New Year’s with you every year since 3rd grade, and I’m not going to leave you alone up here now.”

I shook my head at her. “Come on, go back down. I kinda want to be alone now, anyway.”

“No you don’t, Isabel. I know you better than you think you do. You say you want to be alone; you don’t. You need someone now; you need someone to talk to. I’m your best friend, and I’m not going to abandon you.”

I looked up at her in shock. “I…I…” I broke down. “I can’t talk about it now.” I buried my head in my arms again.

Maria put her arms around me. “Then just cry.”

Six minutes later, I heard the TV begin the countdown. “10…9…8…” I knew that everyone was waiting breathlessly for the new year to begin, but I felt nothing. “3…2…1! Happy New Year!” I heard the crowd erupt in joy, screaming wildly. And even though I knew I had Maria’s arms around me, I felt completely and utterly alone.


So, it was choice C. And another dip into Isabel's head. Next part we'll be back to Maria's POV.

So, what'd you think? Were you surprised? I think this part might have been a bit confusing, so ask any questions you like. I'll answer the best I can. Feedback!!!

I'm going away this weekend, and I won't be able to post probably until Monday at the earliest. But I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this next part, so I'm not sure when I'll post it.