Weeks have passed in Roswell, since the incident in which the hybrids revealed themselves by using their powers to save the lives of their friends and schoolmates.  Everybody has settled down since then, both parties, alien and human, processing the shock which recent events had shaken them with.  Although the humans and aliens had kept their distance from each other up to now for the most part, there was a feeling of calm amongst all persons, which would ensue communicational comfort and freedom, before long.  Generally the humans had accepted what they had learnt and although they would never forget about it, they found themselves going about their lives as usual.  Sure, being in the presence of any of the aliens may have made them feel slightly unsettled, but time had passed and it had healed their panic, to a point where their knowledge of the aliens wasn't something that they couldn't deal with, or something that was dominating their lives, which they could not control.  Everybody had dealt with their issues, the aliens still worried about what their exposure meant in the grand scheme of things. It is a beautiful day in Roswell.  The Sun's rays beam down so brightly that the pastel colours of the Roswell plane are vibrant with energy, but not enough to hurt your eyes.  The heat is scorching, yet the gentle breezes continuously place refreshing kisses all around.  There is a beautiful balance, creating an atmosphere that most people may only see often in dreams. Liz Parker arrives at the gas station, opens her car door and steps outside of her vehicle.  Her rich, dark hair, wavy and flowing all around her like an aura, her outfit very baring, perhaps due to the sweltering weather.  Somehow, she has managed to obtain a flashy, red sports car.  Calmly she steps to the pump and begins to refuel her car.  Before she even gets the pump near her car she begins to motion the pump up and down her body, pouring the cold had against her skin, seeming significantly refreshed.  Liz closes her eyes and continues, laughing lightly, with her eyes closed, the liquid gas ricocheting against her honey toned skin.  She dances with the pump as it cascades her with wetness, generously, as she smiles and licks her lips. "Wake up…wake up" she says, during her current activities.  Liz becomes more commanding.  "Wake up!" It wasn't Liz at all.  In fact, none of that was real.  These are the first few things Max Evans realizes as he opens his eyes and sees the ceiling of his bedroom. "Wake the Hell up Maxwell!" "I'm awake now Michael, thank you."  Max exhibits sarcasm in his reply. "I couldn't sleep with all that noise you were making.  Besides, it sounded like you were havin' a little too much fun for my liking." "Don't be ridiculous Michael." "By the look of things, I'm not bein' ridiculous."  Michael lifts his brow with a sarcastic smile and gestures his eyes toward a rising from beneath Max's sheets, which he believes is significant. Max looks down and then instantly turns to his side to face Michael.  Embarrassed, he keeps his eyes tightly closed. "So, who was the unlucky girl Max?  Don't tell me you've got a thing for Liz, now.  I mean I know you two have been close for…well, forever, but that's all it is, right?  Some kind of nerdy, lab-partner friendship?" "Remind me why I ever let you sleep over at my house again, Michael." "OK, OK, I'm shutting up now, but no more funky dreams about Liz tonight, got it?" "Shut up Michael!" The next day at school, a few of the people who witnessed the recent 'incident' crossed paths before class, some of them looking at each other as if they were invisible, each pretending that they couldn't see the other.  Perhaps this was some kind of natural evasion defense mechanism.  Max and Michael stayed close, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at each other in short outbursts, feeling vulnerable in a way that they had never before.  Isabel had traveled to school alone today, the trio feeling that the more often they were seen together, the more people would judge them for their specialist status.  The two young men made their way to the male locker room, as their first class today was Phys Ed.
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