Roswell

Chapter 1

Liz's POV-

Max and I got into the van and sat in the very back. I can't stop smiling.
"I can't believe we got married." Max says. I look at him and his face is completely serious.
"Do you-" I take a deep breath. "Do you regret it?"
Max takes my hand and kisses it tenderly. "Nothing could ever make me regret my decision. Don't you dare ever think I regret being with you."
"Yes sir, Mr. Evans." I smile up at him.
"Come here, Mrs. Evans." He pulls me on his lap and kisses me. I lick his bottom lip for entrance. He grants it. I move my left leg to the other side of his body, so I'm straddling him.
"Please don't." A voice beside us says. I look over to see Maria. Max pulls away completely and sets me back in my seat, putting his arm around me.
"Maria." I whine stretching her name out.
"Liz." She copies. She is such a butt. Maria is lucky the government is chasing us or I would make her walk.
I pout my bottom lip and snuggle into Max. Max looks down and me. I feel his chest shake with laughter. He reaches down and kisses my lips, but I keep the pout on my lips.
Max gets close to my ear and whispers quietly, "I will kiss that pout right off your lips, if you don't get rid of it."
I lean up and whisper, "Is that a promise or a threat?" This makes him laugh a little more. He leans down to kiss me. He kisses me once, then twice. The third time he kisses me deeply, caressing my face.
I get a flash:
A galaxy with stars shining so bright and glistening so beautifully.
"I love you, Max." I whisper.
He smiles. "I love you too."
"We all need sleep. I'm stopping at a hotel for the night." Isabel says.
"Isabel, we can't." Max protests. "It's not safe. Everyone would be sitting targets."
"I think it would be nice to get to sleep in an actual bed." I speak up. "Or not sleep." I whisper in his ear.
That wipes all protest from him. "I guess one night wouldn't hurt."
Isabel laughs, smiling at me knowingly, and pulls into the hotel parking lot.
Everyone gets out of the car. I step out of the car, but my foot gets caught on my dress. I loose my balance, falling straight down. My head hits the car door. "Liz!" Max yells, worry in his voice. I hit the pavement and everything blurs. Then I get a flash:
A man, I don't know, holding me as I sit on the steps. He kisses me. I laugh. He smiles sweetly.
"You okay?" Max asks. "Liz?" I open my eyes slowly. "Are you okay?" Max pulled me into a tight hug.
"Y-yeah, I'm F-Fine." I stutter. Max doesn't loosen his grip.
"Max, you might wanna loosen your grips. She needs to breathe." Kyle laughs.
Max loosens his grip and snakes his arm around my waist.
"Almost perfect, Liz ripped her wedding dress." Isabel states.
"Oh, no. I can't believe I- ugh- why am I so dang clumsy? I fall over everything!" I grab my dress and look at it.
"I'll fix it." Isabel holds my dress in her hand. Max grabs her wrist, giving her a warning look. "Go somewhere private." Max picks me up and carries me inside the hotel.
As we walk into the hotel, I can feel someone staring. I turn around to see Michael and Maria. Maria is talking nonstop, but Michael is intently staring at me. I unintentionally lean into Max.
He looks down at me and smiles softly. I feel safe with him.
"Three rooms." Max says. We arranged the rooms while we were in the van earlier: Me and Max. Micheal and Maria. Isabel and Kyle. "Take her to Isabel's room." Max hands me to Michael. I stare at him with wide fearful eyes.
"It's okay, I'm gonna get some band aids." Max says.
"Why do you have to go?" I ask. Max kisses my forehead. "Because I love you and you hurt your leg." He says.
"What if you get hurt?" I ask.
"I won't." Max states.
"Why don't you just heal it and stay with me?" I ask.
"The man at the desk saw the blood running down your leg." Max says. "I will heal it when I get back, but we have to wrap it when we leave." He explains.
"Don't go alone. Maria, please go with him." Maria nods. They leave.
"We'll go to my room, but first.." Isabel says. "How bad is it?" She asks, lifting the dress a little. The tear in the dress wasn't to bad. "Liz, oh my gosh. You are clumsy." Isabel points out a gash. The dress has blood soaked into it. "Come on, Michael." Isabel starts walking.
"You're so clumsy, maybe you'll fall for a real man." Michael says leaning in my ear. I feel panic rise in my chest.
Isabel unlocks the door to her room and let's us in. Michael lays me on the bed and I get a flash:
A man I don't recognise on top of me, The same man from my previous flash, kissing my neck. I kiss his lips. He kisses my chest and I run my hands through his hair.
I turn my head away from Michael. Isabel waves her hand over the tear in the dress and the tear disappears. She lays a towel over my cut and duct tapes it. I laugh.
"Thanks, Isabel. Would you mind if I go to my room? I'm tired." I ask her. She smirks.
"Sure, you're tired." Isabel winks. I giggle.
"I will take you to your room. I'm going that way anyway." Michael says. "Plus, you shouldn't walk on your leg." He scoops me up in his arms and exits the room.
We walk onto my room. Michael lays me on the bed and walks into the kitchen area.
He comes back with a drink. "It's water." I smile. Thanking him, I take the drink. I take a gulp and lay down.