|posted on 15-Jul-2002 11:04:04 PM by MelodyCrsh47|
|Thank you to:|
Jeremiah, Wench On A Leash, JaneLane, andflohmac for reading and taking interest in my story. And thank you for the feedback!
My name is Max Evans and I’m 21. Fresh out of college. I lived on Antar until I reached about the age of 6. My parents, whom were always looking out for my well being, couldn’t support me so they sent me to live with my grandparents on Earth in Taylor, Michigan. Yup, good ole Taylor-Tucky. It’s located about 15 minutes or so out of Detroit. There, I went to Taylor Center High School and was the quarter back for the varsity team. I landed myself a scholarship to U of M and have been taking courses there for architectural design.
A young man with dark hair and dark eyes takes his two heavy weight bags out of the back of a taxi-cab. He looked at the large villa to his left. He walked up to the big wooden door and found an envelope taped to it. On the front of the envelope it read ‘To: The Real Worlders. Do NOT open until everyone is together.’ Max flipped it over thinking who cares? On the back it said ‘THIS MEANS YOU MAX EVANS!’ Feeling freaked out, Max slipped the envelope into his back pocket and proceeded in opening the door.
In front of the villa there was a large court yard. It had a water fountain in it with little shrubs and bushes surrounding its retaining wall, much like in the movie A Walk in the Clouds. There were flower beds scurried around.
When you walked into the front door, there was one of the two living rooms to your left. To your right there was a dinning room. If you kept straight, you would run into the second living room. If you went straight and turned left, you would find your self at the foot of a large beautiful oak stair case. If you were to go straight and turn left, you would hit a half-bath which was done in old horse-drawn carriages.
There was a loud knock at the door. Max stopped his private tour short to go see who it was. When he opened the door, he was met with a pair of bright, big doe eyes.
My name is Liz Parker. I’m 20 years old. I’m really excited because my birthday is going to be a week after we’ve arrived at the villa. I grew up in the big apple. New York, New York. My parents owned a little café. There I worked as a waitress and met the love of my life, Sean. We were made for each other. But, he wants to wait to get married. He says he’s still finding his own person, whatever that means. So while I’m on this show, he’ll be in Europe, mainly Paris, studying art.
Liz looked at Max. She was stunned. It was the only word for it.
Liz Parker: When I first saw Max, my only reaction was ‘WOW!’.
Max Evans: Liz is a hottie. But I’m not looking for romance on this experience. This is strictly to see if I’ll be able to make it in the real world. Nothing more. As much as I would like it to, I don’t think anything will happen between Liz and I.
LP: I love Sean. When the show is done, I hope to get married. To Sean I mean. Not Max, definitely not him. I mean I don’t even know the dude.
“So, you’re the first one to arrive?” Liz asked trying to make conversation.
“Yeah. So, where are you from?”
“New York. You?”
“Yeah, it’s like 15 minutes out of Detroit.”
“Oh, Detroit. I have a cousin from there.”
Liz didn’t have time to answer. Someone new walked through the doors.
My name is Michael Gruien. I’m 23. I come from Zabistik. That’s providence on Antar. I studied art there. Actually my work is quite famous now. I made the painting ‘Little Star’s Resurrection’. I came on this show basically to see Planet Earth. I also heard that the Earth girls are rather cute. (Michael smirks.) Anyways, I lived by myself on Antar. Don’t like people much and I don’t have lots of friends. I’m hopping this little extravaganza will change all that.
“Hey, my names Liz.” She said pointing to herself, “And this is Max.” Pointing to Max.
“Michael.” Michael stated plain and simple.
“Where you from?” Max asked trying to join in on the conversation. This Michael guy seemed tough and he didn’t want to be an enemy.
“Really? No shit. I lived there. What city?” Max asked excited.
“I lived in Gorzin, how far away were the two?”
“Well,” Liz started, trying to change the subject, “I want to go upstairs and find my room. Catch y’all later.”
With that Liz trotted up the stairs with Michael and Max trudging closely behind.
Liz walked into the first one to the right. It was plain and simple. There were two king sized beds. One was up against the wall with the window looking out into a large pool. The other was against its parallel wall. The room was done in blue and green swirls. There was a book shelf up against the wall as well as a CD rack. On it Liz found CD’s of her many favorite artists and bands. On the book shelf, there were many philosophy and mathematical books. Liz wouldn’t mind going through those as well.
“This is my room!” Liz and Max yelled at the same time.
They each blushed.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind sharing; it’s up to you really.” Max said.
“Oh, well… I guess I don’t mind. As long as I get the bed by the window.”
“Damn, that’s the one I wanted. Want to flip for it?”
“No, we can just switch every other night. But, if you have a girl over… please make sure you all ride the hobby horse somewhere other than in here. I will be sleeping in it the night after mind you.”
“Okay, fair enough. You can have it the first night.”
“Thanks.” Liz grinned.
Michael stood there smirking.
“I’m going to find another room.” Said Michael.
He went by the stair case to go to the next room. In doing so, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was staggering in.
Hello, my name is Maria DeLuca. I’m 21. I come from Roswell, New Mexico. I was really excited to hear that they were going to be doing the show here. I love to sing. I was offered a record deal, but it wasn’t my kind of music. It was mostly that pop noise and the producers wouldn’t let me write my own stuff, so I said to hell with it. My mom owns her own business where I make package deliveries for her. She makes the cheese of Roswell. I don’t mean like Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese, I mean she’s the one to blame for Roswell’s alien themed everything. She supplies it. I don’t have a boyfriend but I’m hopping that maybe there will be someone here that I can relate to enough to start a healthy relationship. I also hope to gain a true best friend or two, or three. People in Roswell just aren’t reliable.
“Hey, can you help me with my bags?” Maria asked sweetly.
“Yeah, whatever.” Michael replied.
“Um, okay. Don’t sound too enthused, it might crap your style.”
“That’s the point.”
“Jackass.” Maria murmured under her breath.
“What was that?” He asked as he started to haul her bags up the
Maria looked up surprised. There wasn’t anyway he could have heard that. She could barely hear herself. “Such class.”
“Right.” Michael smirked. He liked her. She was a spitfire. “So where you from?”
“Why?” She bit, a little more on edge than she would have liked.
”Trying to start a conversation.”
Michael started to laugh so hard he nearly knocked her luggage off the stairs. He stopped to gather himself.
“I’m sorry. I’m from Zabistik. I just think the prospective of aliens in this town is just too funny.”
They started back up the stairs, Michael grinning like a mad idiot the whole way.
Michael Gruien: Oh yeah. Maria is definitely right up my ally.
Maria DeLuca: Michael is one self-centered, smirky ass son-of-a-prick. Let me tell you now.
MG: I give her 2 days… TOPS. She’ll be eating outta my hand like a bird in a sun flower field.
MD: I’ll tell you right now, that bastard ain’t getting no booty from this Earthling!
As soon as they reached the top Maria headed for Max and Liz’s room.
“Hey sweet cheeks… that rooms taken.” Michael smirked.
“Thanks.” Maria said flatly with a hint of sarcasm.
Maria walked into the closest room. It was done in brick red walls. The comforters on the two king sized beds were silky and red. On the book shelves it had many books in which explained anything sexual you could think of. On one of the dressers, there were different bottles and vials of soothing scents such as lavender and cedar. There were candles spread all over the place. The CD collection in this room basically consisted of romance themed albums.
“This is so totally my room!” Maria exclaimed looking to Michael who was putting his things on the bed opposite of Maria.
“Um excuse me, but what the HELL do you think your doing?!?” Maria demanded.
“Woah, not in my room Spaceboy. I suggest you take your freaky ass into the room that comes next!”
“’Ria, getting into the pet name stage already? How cute. I think I like Mikey G. better though. More of a turn on, you know.”
MG: Oh yeah… she wants me.
I wanted to introduce all of the characters in this first part, but it’s getting late in my time zone and I have to work in the morning. Plus, there is still a lot of fic I want to catch up on.
Let me know, should I continue? Yes, no, maybe?
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