posted on 17-Mar-2002 12:58:36 AM by StrawBehryAppleSauce
-.- Hello people. I'm what's called a newbie with a pathetic attempt at a fan fiction. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know the rating, and I SERIOUSLY don't know where this story's going....I'm trying my best....Geez, I need someone's help. It's like the second I turn on my brain, it fries out. Can anyone help? Pwease? Wif shooger on top? *sad* I have a few options...E-mail me at LiViNDaAzNDrEaM⊕aol.com if you want to point me in the right direction. Thanks. If not, this fic tanks.

Title- The Night Life
Author- Tremor aka Ryu (To some)
Rating- ???
Category-M/L, and a lot of it, if this gets off the ground.
Disclaimer- Dude, All I own is a sketchbook and a pathetic excuse for a pencil!
X-over, FnF and Roswell, feedback please! I'm on the verge of tanking it!

Roswell was a peaceful town. Parents worked, kids played, and it was a small little piece of existence. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew that just down the main street there was Parker¡¦s garage. Right there on the corner¡Kand Jeff Parker¡¦s daughter under the hood of every busted car in Roswell. It wasn¡¦t that no one liked her. No, they had no problem with her. The problem was that she wouldn¡¦t let them like her. She hung around with only this small collection of people: Maria Deluca, Kyle Valenti, and her brother Jonathan.
Kyle Valenti walked in the back of the garage and looked around curiously. His usual faded blue jeans, and T-shirt fitted him to a jaded look He¡¦d known this place for a while. It was relatively clean, seeing that it was a garage. A smile dawned upon him and he mentally hit himself for not looking in the place she always was. Right under his nose. He took a few steps and pounded on the hood of the car. ¡§Lizzie? You down there?¡¨ He asked as he leaned against the toolbox grabbing the towel. The petite brunette slid out on her roller and turned to him irritated. ¡§What do you want, Valenti?¡¨ She asked. They¡¦d been friends quite a while, but she never got used to that name. Only her father called her that, and everyone knew they¡¦d get hurt trying that name. ¡§So I hear there¡¦s a new restaurant around here.¡¨ He said looking at the list of cars signed into the shop. ¡§So?¡¨ She asked impatiently waiting to hear his point. ¡§I just wanted to know if you¡¦d like to come with me and Maria and Alex to check it out.¡¨ Her glare heated as she took a sideways glance at him. ¡§Who else¡K¡¨ Oh no. She was suspicious. Kyle didn¡¦t dare look up. Those eyes could bore holes through a mere mortal like melted butter. ¡§Kyle¡K¡¨ She said trailing off in her cold tone. ¡§Dom! Ok? Dom and the rest of them!¡¨ He confessed with his hands up away from here and above the collar of his ¡¥Gear Shift¡¦ shirt. ¡§I¡¦m not going. That jackass. Killed Jesse.¡¨ She muttered in short somewhat coherent sentences. Jesse was one of her favorite cousins. Aside from the fact that he was her only cousin. ¡§How about this. You just try out the restaurant before us. Tell us how it is¡K¡¨ Kyle said. She had to get out sometime. Liz Parker, always under the rock¡Kwell, most of the time. Her opinion didn¡¦t really matter though. Her opinion was always ¡¥It was bullshit.¡¦ ¡¥I¡¦d rather fuck a lamp post.¡¦ Or ¡¥Shoot me square in the eye with a blunt pencil, but think of it this way, it was better than Titanic!¡¦
Liz¡¦s point of view at this moment was ¡¥Hey, it¡¦s a free meal.¡¦ ¡§Deal.¡¨ She said simply as she tossed Kyle a wrench. ¡§Finish up. I¡¦m going to say hello to Miss Hippie.¡¨ She said walking down the street. Kyle rolled his eyes and looked down at the roller.
Max Evans walked through the door of the restaurant. He looked around at the rest of the guys in the kitchen. He frowned as he walked through the titanium table room filled with a mix of elegant smells. ¡§Michael, I said purreit them, not¡KWhat the hell is this?¡¨ He asked. Michael gave an arrogant sigh and slid the bowl over to David. Michael opened the cabinet above his head and started a new batch. ¡§I swear, Max. You¡¦re never satisfied.¡¨ He said not looking away from the ingredients he added. ¡§Satisfaction is for those dumbasses in training wheels.¡¨ Max retorted. That got a smirk out of Michael. Maybe it was a plague or something because whenever anyone met Max, a smirk was all you could get out of them after that. They just moved from Poitiers, France. They had opened a booming restaurant there and tried it in the states now. His entire crew consisted of Michael, his all time best friend, Alex Whitman, his left arm where Michael was his right, Nathan, who had a hell of a right hook (Not from experience, of course), David, a chef off the street, and Xad, his brother who, from time to time, would drop by and check up on them. Luckily, Max moved right into Xad¡¦s backyard where he could permanently be a fixture up in his restaurant.
They always made fun of people in race cars, calling them Training Wheels because they had four wheels attached. No fun. No adrenaline. None of Max¡¦s friends understood why anyone liked such a thing. ¡§So do we get to have some fun tonight or what?¡¨ Nathan asked impatiently while he buttoned up his white shirt and walked to the table. ¡§Relax, I¡¦ve found a place, but you might not like it¡KI¡¦m going to have to ask Xad for his civic tonight.¡¨ Max replied. Michael dropped his whisk, David dropped his bowl, and together they stared, frozen. All noise seized and it was actually very freaky. ¡§What?¡¨ Max asked. ¡§Look, just tonight alright? C¡¦mon!¡¨ He said, trying his best to be convincing. ¡§This is the best we have so far and we need the cash.¡¨ Michael, the hothead, gave a sigh and threw the whisk at the wall. That was pretty predictable. A deep breath dropped from the corner of the room. ¡§I guess I¡¦m backing you up.¡¨ Nathan replied a bit on the annoyed side. ¡§All right people, back to work.¡¨

Ok, that's pretty much it....I think....I dunno, my brain feels like my sister sat on it...ugh....that's a disgusting thought.....Yeah yeah, ok, fb please. Thanks.

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posted on 18-Mar-2002 2:17:10 AM by StrawBehryAppleSauce
Alex, my friend, bas this fic and I shall introduce you to your maker. Lol.