Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Roswell characters.

AN: This is my first Roswell fic, so let me know what you think. Each chapter will be told from a different person's point of view, so they will be kind of short. Please read and review! Thank you!

Six teens. Six friends. All cramped into an ancient van. No one spoke. No one looked another person in the eye. The future was uncertain, but they knew one thing for sure. They were never going home.

MICHAEL

Sand. Sand. Cactus. Sand. Rock. Cactus. Sand.

God, can the countryside get anymore boring? We left Roswell last night. You'd think the scenery would have changed.

I stole a quick glance at Maria. Big mistake. Once I start looking at her, I can't stop.

Her elbow was on the small ledge where the window met the car. Her head was in her hand, forehead pressed up against the window. I couldn't tell if she was awake because her perfect, recently dyed brown hair was hiding her face.

I really should let her rest. But her face looks so angelic when she's sleeping

I felt my arm reaching out to her. Don't do it I warned myself. I didn't listen. Gently, I brushed the hair out of Maria's face.

Her head jerked up. Crap, she was awake.

"What do you think you are doing Michael Guerin?"

"Nothing. Sorry." Although no one turned to look at us, I knew everyone was listening intently. Great.

"It obviously wasn't 'nothing'. Why did you do that?" Maria asked, eyes sharp.

"I don't know! Okay?"

"No, it's not okay." She turned and looked behind her, "Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Get up."

"What did I do?"

"Get up!" she said shrilly.

Why was it such a big deal?

Kyle quickly stood up. It was a difficult task, seeing as the van was moving over bumpy road.

It was hard to keep a straight face as I watched Kyle and Maria switch places. A few minutes later, everyone had settled down again. Except Maria. She was still fuming.

What the hell did I do wrong? I touched her and she flipped.

"Hi," Kyle said uncomfortably.

I nodded and then looked out the window. Bored, I resumed my chant. Cactus. Rock. Sand. Sand. Rock. Sand. Sand. Sand…