He had been up here with Liz.

When I had gotten here with Michael and Max they had been holding hands and laughing about something. Sure Liz and Max were dating, but so are Alex and I. What was up with them anyway? Lately they had been spending a lot of time together, and Alex was always trying to impress her, did he....have a crush on Liz?? Did he really feel that way about her? I wanted to say something and I wanted to say something that would have the effect of pulling that perfect little brunet down a notch or two and drag her skinny ass off that pedestal he always seemed to have her standing on. My eyes looked on hers and I found her staring to my right. I turned a little and noticed that Max was staring straight back. How dare she? She stole the only person I could ever really be myself around and she doesn't even care? I couldn't look anymore and closed my eyes hoping to block out the sight. She's still over there make moon eyes with Max whenever he walks into the room but as soon as he leaves, she's all for playing games with MY boyfriend. There was a slight pressure on my waist and a slow warmth spread about my body warding off the frigid dessert night air.

The pressure turned out to be a hand it pulled me closer and whispered in my ear. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," it whispered. I opened my eyes and turned my head to find my self looking into the unblinking gaze of Alex, whom I had just accused of flirting with Liz.

"What are you talking about? I look a mess." I started to pull away." I haven't had time to-"

"You've never looked more beautiful, except that time we had the mud fight when we were eight," he interrupted. His other hand floated to my waist and pulled my closer.


His head bent to mine and he whispered: "I love you Izzy, I always have, no matter what, and I always will."

Did I ever mention they we're best friends? Maria, Liz, and I. We're like sisters. We do almost do everything together, and I would do anything for them. I love them, and would never ever, ever think that one of my sisters, (Liz) would be messing around with Alex, who's still got his arm around my waist. Nope, never happened. But Alex had said he loved me, and that part was real.

Alex and I had a special relationship. I know he loves me and I love him. I love him more than I could ever say, but we don't say it too often. He once said that he wanted me to appreciate it when he did say it, and I....well truth be told, I....was scared. There's a large part of me who's really afraid to let him in....to let him see the real me. It's not that I'm afraid of intimacy, it's just this feeling I have. I couldn't ever love anyone but Alex, but there's a part of me that feels like I'll somehow hurt him. Like there's a piece of me that has, and I can't forgive myself for it. But I haven't. I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't done anything to be ashamed of. I can do it. I can whisper how much I love him and always will, but the moment is lost. He's starting to pull away. My body is stiffening. The warmth is leaving, he's leaving. My soul is crying: Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!

"Alex..." my arm is taking his, and I pull him close and I whisper all of things I have been longing to say. The things I had shown him in kiss but hadn't really said.

Alex and Isabel are talking over there and although they're not in a motel room it looks like Isabel should just throw in the towel and get one. What's so important about virginity if it's with someone you love? Max and Liz are talking about something; or rather it looks like Liz is about start yelling in a minute, which means that Max really must be pissing her off. I'll have to go over there in a moment but Michael's standing in the corner looking down at something. His forehead's creased and I know that he's really thinking about something and not just pretending to, like when I ask him which shirt to wear, the red or blue.

"Whatchya looking' at Michael?" I asked.

"Oh, umm...nothing."


"A picture of us and your mum in the dessert. I never really understood why we have picnics every year in the desert. It has to be the absolute worst place in the world to eat a sandwich."

"Mum and dad met there."


"Mum takes us up there every year on their anniversary, where they had their first date. They got married at that rock."


"So why were you in such deep concentration over a picture?"

"It's just, well, it's the only one I really have of you," he said.

"Michael, there's got to be a thousand more at home," and with a quick glance over his shoulder, "and any of them could easily make me look better than that," I said as I made a face.

"That's just it Maria. I live in your house, and every now and than, I call Amy mum. But she's not my mom. It's not MY home, or house. I really don't belong there. Money's tight and you guys really don't need me to add to it. You guys are the closest thing I have to a family, except you know Max, Liz, Alex and Isabel. The six of us are family, but you guys have a home to get to when the day's done. I just..."

"So, what brought this up? After basically living with me since the fourth grade, why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Was he trying to find some kind of excuse to get away from me? Sure we have our share of fights and those of several other couples, and yeah, we bicker constantly, but we loved each other. Right? I had always felt a connection with him. Maybe it was different with him. I could always read him, and sometimes, it felt like he was reading me, but this wasn't one of those times.

"Nothing really....it's just that I....I want that Maria, I want my own family. I think I'm going to have to leave, and go and find that family. Alone."

"Michael, who the hell do you think you're talking to? I'm not just someone you can just blow off, and I don't know what you're thinking most of the time, and truth be told, I really don't want to know what's going on in that brain of yours. But know that you are not doing anything by yourself. With the control you have on your powers, you'll end up setting fire to something; and god knows I love you for it. But, by no means are you going to do anything on your own."


"Would you let me do anything without you, or with some other guy?" Maria retorted?

"Point taken."

"Good, now we better separate Max and Liz, because she looks like she's about to use her powers on him."

Liz was glaring at Max, and Isabel and Alex definitely needed to get a room. It really was a shame to break them up, and Alex was probably going to kill me for it later, but really getting it on with all your friends watching, for the first time, in a tree house no less, was definitely not the way to go. Despite what some teenage boys may think. He'll thank me for it later.

"Guys, we need to talk."

"This sounds just like that one time Izzy tried to break it off in the fifth grade..." Alex trailed off. His attempt at a joke was definitely not heartening.

"Ok, moving on to other business, there have been major changes today, and I think its time we go through all of them. I mean, come on, Lizzy was shot today, and that alone is something we're going to have to discuss. I know that Michael and I have been going through some....strange occurrences."

"Maria, we don't want to hear about your sex life!" Alex quipped, which earned him a quick jab in the ribs from Isabel.

"Ha ha, very funny Whitman." Can Michael become any more denoting? Are those his hands that are wrapping around my waist? Oh no, he took that suggestively. Oh well, I'm always up for some fun.

"Anyway, we saw visions today."

"I don't know if I could even explain everything I saw in the vision. It was so intense, and there was so much going on, but it was so real, and I ....i never... I never felt that way about anything. I was so sad, and I felt like my heart was being ripped in two. I just remember waking up, and it was over, and there was Michael. It was intense though, out of control intense." Maria couldn't take her eyes off of Michael. There was something about him and the visions. There was a connection, and it was there, at the yip of her tongue, but for some reason she wasn't able to reach it. She wasn't able to quite remember, or grasp what was going on in the vision.

God, she loved him. It wasn't the kind of love that someone would find in high school. It wasn't her first love, and it wasn't her first, and only crush. She loved him so much more than that, and there was something about that fact In itself that was odd, and while she was trying to reason it out, Michael was feeling the same way.

She was so beautiful. Even when she had been convulsing in the art room, and he was scared to death that he was going to loose her. He loved her more than anything. He wasn't totally convinced that she felt the same. Perhaps it was an obligation, one she wished that she had never started, but with him, it was so much more. She was the only woman, the only person that could take his breath away with one look. She was the only person he had ever wanted to both caress and strangle at the same. She was beauty and mystery, and intelligent. She left the brains up to Liz, but she was never stupid. She could do a full emotional swing in .2 seconds, and despite all of the times they had fought, bickered and yelled, he loved her more than he could ever really express. That was another thing that bothered him.

He loved her so much, than why couldn't he really say, or adequately show how much he cared? It was easy to say you love someone, especially if you do, but with her....it wasn't the same. He could easily tell Isabel or Liz that he loved them (in a non-sexual way, of course), but Maria was another story.

The train of thought inhabiting inside of his head, was slowly and surely convincing him to make the second most idiotic decision in his life. But than, he was assaulted with the most incredible green eyes he had ever seen.

He is so infuriating. Since when was he given the right to make the decision about everything, for everyone? Apparently, Max has decided on the course of action incase anyone starts to ask questions about the shooting. He says that we should lay low, and avoid the sheriff at all costs, which is fine wit h me, but there's a new sheriff in town, and I think it would be a better idea to make friends with him, than to avoid him. Realistically speaking, why would anyone who's hiding from the law make friends with it? It's a good idea. This way, no one can really tell him anything about us, and he can form his own opinions, and he would never suspect us of anything.

We were having this conversation at the club house. I wanted to bring it up, but than I found out really interesting news, all of us had a vision, at the same time, like I thought we had. I completely forgot about our little argument, and Max didn't help matters any, when he drove me home, and I spent a good fifteen minutes giving him a good night kiss.

He left my balcony a few minutes ago. Did I ever mention what a great kisser Max Evans is? Have I ever mentioned how incredibly hot he is? M- mmmm. I've decided to let go of the whole Sheriff thing. Besides, if his plan doesn't work, we can always follow mine. Besides, who's to say that anyone would be interested in a rumored shooting at some little café in the small town of Roswell, New Mexico?

The Preview for the Next Chapter

Where the hell did I put my uniform?

Sorry I haven't posted for a while, my computer completely crashed, and I don't have any of my notes, or the chapters I have previously uploaded. I'm also having trouble, because I'm trying to put all of this as close as possible to the sequence of events on the show, and I have all of those jumbled in my head, and since, I have to wait to get Season One on DVD, I might not post for a while. I'm going to Europe for Spring Vacation. (YESSSS!!!), so I won't be uploading on this story then. (Which starts tomorrow Thursday the 8th at 2:15 p.m.) I have a new idea for Maria and Michael fans. It would be a series called The Field Trips, and Detentions (series??) I don't know all of the specifics yet, and I'll probably change the title, because it needs work, but it'll have to do for now, anyway, tell me what you think. Come on review. Ya know you want to. Come on...you can do it.