|posted on 20-Jun-2002 9:07:17 PM by blake|
|Title: (none) Taking suggestions|
Rating: Up to you
Disclaimer: Roswell does not belong to me or anyone else wrinting this fic, unless Jason Katims or somebody writes fan fiction.
Note: Okay, I've had this part written since February, but I could never figure out what to do with it, cause it's M/M, and I'm an M/L kinda girl (don't throw things), but I know the candyclanners have been feeling less than represented on this board and when Teresa started interactive threads, I figured I could post this part so that it's not haunting me, and the candyclanners can wirte about there favorite couple. Hopefully, this will work.
Starts during Michael, the Guys, and the Great Snapple Caper. I'll go first.
She was laughing at him again. He sighed and waited until she calmed down, but then she looked at him again and went off again.
He wasn't really angry, he liked hearing her laugh, and it was such a pretty laugh too. Not high or loud, but low and husky and musical.
Tears were coming out of her green, cat-like eyes, and she wiped them away, pursing raspberry lips in an attempt to forestall more giggles.
She looked like a fish.
Now he started laughing, that deep rumbling in his chest exploded into a robust, full-throated chuckle.
"I'm glad you can laugh at yourself," she told him, letting a giggle go, "It shows you're growing as a person."
He smirked at her. "I was laughing at you, Cheesehead. You looked like that ugly goldfish in your fishtank." And he pointed at the fish in question, which was swimming serenely in and out of a miniature castle, blissfully unaware of the insults Michael was hurling at it.
She gasped in outrage. "That's it Michael! Get out! I refuse to help you!"
"Like you were a big help before. Laughing at my apology speech is no way to recommend yourself to the Girlfriend Hall of Fame."
"Michael! You cost them their jobs, and you're making a speech about Snapple! That's not an apology, it's like a lecture, and not a very good one at that."
"C'mon Maria, give me a break. At least I'm trying, unlike you, who chooses to make unproductive fish faces instead of giving me constructive criticism."
"You want constructive criticism?"
"Yes!" he demanded.
"Have Max write the speech for you."
That is, if you guys do, it's up to you where the story goes...you can make it AU or whatever, just stick to CC couples and make title suggestions.