"Wow! Maria, isn't today just like the greatest day! I mean everything seems right with the world!" Liz bubbled over with way too much enthusiasm for Maria.
"Um, no actually the universe pretty much sucks and can kiss my ass right now" Maria muttered knowing that it didn't matter what she said because just then Max, Isbelle, and ugh Michael walked through the front door.
"Hey Guys!" Liz bounded over happily to her new friends.
"Hi Liz" Isabelle smiled at Liz. She knew that Liz made her brother happy and recently Liz and Isabelle have been getting closer
themselves. In fact, Isabelle was actually happy that Liz and Max were together. Not that she would ever admit this to anyone.
Max just sat there with a goofy smile on his face staring up at his girlfriend. Just thinking about Liz as his grilfriend made him smile. Remembering their kisses made him squirm in his seat.
Michael noticed Max shifting and smirked at the awkwardness of the situation. It was probably as close to laughing as Michael ever got.
"So Max is it hot in here or is it just you?" Michael said sarcastically. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Max and Liz's perfect romance today.
Max and Liz both looked down at the floor, with bright red faces, and tried to think of something to change the subject. They didn't have to because Isabelle saved them.
"Gee Michael that reminds me", Isabelle smiled sweetly, "I haven't seen much of Maria much since the heatwave"
Michael glared at Isabelle as it was now Max's turn to laugh. Liz was not as amused because she knew what Michael has said to Maria and on behalf of her best friend Liz was not happy with Michael either. Isabelle didn't notice the look on Liz's face.
"Oh wait, you saw plenty of her during the heatwave" Isabelle knew just how to push Michael's buttons.
"Yeah well, I don't think he's going to be seeing any of her now" Liz said still looking down at the floor.
"Why not?" Max suddenly spoke sensing the new serious turn of the conversation.
"Ask Michael" Liz spoke plaintively and turned to walk around the counter and get the three aliens some tabasco sodas. It would also allow Michael a chance to talk to them and Liz wanted to know his side of the story. She had faith that Max would tell her what Michael thought.
"WHAT!" Michael exclaimed.
"What happened?" Max asked, concerned for his friend.
"I don't know. It's confusing. God, she's confusing"
Isabelle sat there glaring at Michael. "Oh my God Michael I told you not to get involved and now, just because you couldn't keep your hormones in check, you throw everything out of whack!" Isabelle stood up and walked to the counter not noticing the tall, wiry boy sitting next to her.
"Hey Isabelle" he said shyly.
"Oh Alex hi!" Isabelle smiled a true smile at Alex. She really was relieved that he was talking to her.
"Listen I'm sorry" They both spoke at the same time.
"No you go"
"Okay" They continued their simultaneous conversation until Isabelle yelled "Wait!" a litlle louder than she meant to as every other customer but the two boys at the booth turned to look at her.
"Um what I mean is, is Alex I am sorry about the party"
"No Isabelle I'm sorry. I mean you were dealing with so much and I was just concerned about myself"
"Well let's just say that we both learned alot about each other"
Alex looked at Isabelle "What did you learn about me?"
"That I was right. We can trust you"
"Thank you Isabelle"
"Thank you Alex"
Meanwhile in the back of the Crashdown
"I cannot believe that he has the nerve to show up here" Maria fumed throwing her bag down on the ground. She kicked off her shoes and sat down to change into her gross, green alien uniform of the Crashdown Cafe.
"Maria, maybe he came to apologize. And...and I'm sorry. I know the last thing you need right now is my constant sunshine-"
"Blown up my ass?"
"Well, I was going to say my sunshiny point of view but I think we both get the point"
"Speaking of point. I don't suppose that you have a nice pointy ice-pick do you?" Maria asked with a gleam in here eyes.
"Um no I don't think so. WHY Maria?" Liz sounded nervous even though she probably already knew the answer to her query.
"Well I just thought that Michael could use another hole in his head." Maria smiled at the visions of revenge against Michael in her head.
"No wait", Maria said that might be too intense. Maybe I'll just run him over with my car. That would be more fitting for him and I'm sure he would appreciate the irony"
"Maria" Liz said with a hint of warning in her voice.
"What? WHat did I say?"
"Nothing" Liz sighed and left Maria to change. Well, at least she wasn't crying Liz thought. Of course, Liz knew that Maria's angry act was just that, and act. It was her best friend's way of covering up her hurt. That and she hoped her best friend wasn't really haboring secret homocidal tendencies.
At the booth Max was still staring at Michael waiting for him to explain exactly what Liz meant by her comment.
"Michael, what happened?" Max asked looking at his friend with concern.
"I don't know it was...I don't know Max" Michael pursed his lips and looked really uncomfortable. "It was the heatwave. It confused things and now I fixed it"
"What do you mean fixed it?"
"I told her that I don't get intense and we maybe made a mistake. We should've never done anything to begin with. That was my fault and now I fixed it"
"Michael why? I thought that you liked her?"
Michael looked away for a moment before turning back to Max. His head screamed at him *You DO like her* But his mouth said "Look I had some fun, she had some fun. I ended it and she got hurt like I knew she would. But it's better that she's hurt now rather than later right?" Michael looked at Max hoping for the confirmation he knew wouldn't be coming.
"Better for who Michael? Better for Maria or better for you?"
Michael didn't answer he just looked pissed and turned away. His eyes caught a quick scene thru the swinging door as Liz came out. Michael only saw for a split second but it was enough to send Michael flying out of seat.
Jose, the cook who is always hitting on Maria (pretty damn close to sexual harrassment if you ask Michael) was spying on Maria as she changed in the back. Maria had stripped to her bra and shorts only. It took Michael less than three seconds to bound over to Jose and slam him through the door.
"What the hell do you think you are doing!!!" Michael growled intensely into Jose'd ear. Jose jumped up quickly and fell thru the door. Both men stumbled into the room. Maria shrieked as she saw the two fall towards her. Michael had grabbed onto Jose and pushed him into the ground. Jose hit his head on the ground and was knocked out.
Maria started to fall back in surprise towards an open door and a set of stairs. The door was a large heavy iron door and the stairs led to an old bomb shelter in the basement of the crashdown. Michael saw Maria start to fall and he reached out to stop her. But he only managed to fall back with her. Michael felt himself falling backwards. He tried to hold onto the door but in his panic his powers only managed to slam the door shut. The two tumbled down the stairs. Maria and Michael fell in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. As Michael's eyes adjusted to the light he looked around at his new surroundings. They were in the old bombshelter and surrounded by dusty boxes. Michael looked down at Maria. She had hit her head but was slowly starting to stir.
"Oooh god that hurt" Maria mumbled.
"Hey" was all the Michael replied because he was too busy noticing that Maria was laying under him half naked. Maria also seemed to notice that she was not exactly covered.
"God! Michael get off me! What the hell happened!"
"We fell" Michael didn't trust his voice a whole lot at the moment.
"Yeah, you know what I kinda figured out that part okay? Why did you and Jose come crashing thru the door when I was, no wait am, half naked?" Maria crossed her arms in front of her chest hoping to cover a little more than her lacy, near see-through bra.
"He was watching you"
"Ewwww oh I so did not need to know that. SO?"
"So what?" Michael asked *What the hell does she want now?*
"Your shirt" Maria replied as if she could read Michael's thoughts. "Can I wear your shirt or did you want another look?"
Michael looked at Maria before he took off his shirt, leaving him in jeans and a wife-beater.
"Thanks" Maria replied, gratefull hat he hadn't put a a fight for the shirt.
"No problem" Michael suddenly felt really uncomfortable in here with Maria. He knew that any more time in an enclosed space with her and he wouldn'e be able to control himself. "Maybe we should try and get out of here"
"Well" Maria said picking up on his awkwardsness, "That may be a problem. You see spaceboy this is a soundproof bomb shelter with a broken door. That is why the door was propped open until you and you magical powers closed it"
"Well then how do we get out? And I told you they are not magical powers."
"Fine whatever and don't worry I know not to ask you to use them because I've seen what can happen. Look, Liz will notice the door shut and she'll call a locksmith or something. Besides my car is parked out back so they know we didn't leave"
Meanwhile out back a couple of hoods were stealing Maria's mom's Jetta.
"So don't worry. How long can we be stuck here?"
Part 2
When Liz heard the loud noises and yelling coming from the back she turned her head sharply towards the booth to look at Max. Liz noticed quickly that Michael was no longer sitting with Max. Max and Liz stared silently at the other holding a conversation with their eyes. The whole conversation consisted of three words: *Michael and Maria*.
They both moved quickly to the swinging door and opened it cautiously. With Michael and Maria, Liz learned to be careful. She had seen enough before at the Crashdown. Liz decided to let Max open the door himself, no reason for Liz to witness another infamous Michael/Maria make-out session or as Maria put it "sucking face".
Max opened the door and ran in once he saw Jose on the floor. Jose was becoming more conscious now and cursing to himself in Spanish.
"Jose are you okay?" Liz asked concerned for he cook and for the fact that Michael and Maria were nowhere to be found. "Where are Michael and Maria?"
"Hell I don't know! That boy is crazy, you know the one with the hair and the temper. He attacked me! I wasn't doing anything! I swear!" Jose babbled, shifting his eyes nervously.
"What do you mean? Michael attacked you? Why? What happened?" Max's concerns had in that moment grown tenfold.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault I'm telling you! Really, I swear!"
"Jose it's okay we just want to know where Maria and Michael are now" Liz said trying to remain calm. She did not want to have to drive cross country to find her flaky best friend again. Just as Liz was thinking this she heard Maria's car starting up in the alley of the Crashdown.
"Max that's Maria's car!" Liz shouted and Liz and Max hurried out the back. Just as they ran out the back door, two hoods were driving down the alley. The one driving was a blonde 14 year-old and his older brother was sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He wanted to teach his little brother how to drive and they thought that Maria's car was convienent.
"Where are they going? Max? Did you guys find anything else" Both Liz and Max obviously thought that Maria and Michael were leaving in Maria's car.
"No. I think that maybe they just needed to...well I think that everything will be fine. Liz I'm sure that it will be okay" Max said but he felt just as nervous on the inside as Liz looked on the outside.
They turned to go back inside the Crashdown as Alex and Isabelle came out.
"What happened?" Isabelle asked.
"We're not sure" Liz answered.
"Don't worry guys I'm sure that Michael and Maria are fine" Max said reassuringly, even though they could all tell that he didn't really mean it.
"Yeah, fine" Liz said before turning to lead everyone back into the Crashdown.
Alex and Isabelle looked at each other, both still a little flustered from their frank conversation at the counter.
"So, Isabelle...um, do you want to go back in and get something to eat? My treat?" Alex asked her, still afraid of rejection from the goddess standing before him.
"Sure" Isabelle answers with a little bit of a laugh in her voice, giving Alex a thousand watt smile "Let's go"
As they walked back in to meet up with Max and Liz, Alex noticed the door to the old bomb shelter was shut.
"Hey Liz! Did you get the door fixed to the bomb shelter yet?" Alex called out.
"No, why?" Liz yelled back from behind the counter where she was filling sodas and trying not to think about Michael out there
somewhere with Maria.
"Cause it's shut again!"
"Oh great! It's a Saturday and the Crashdown is packed and well Maria is obviously no help now. I guess I'll just call the locksmith in the morning" And with that everyone turned their attention away from the door and went back out into the Crashdown.
Max pulled Isabelle over to one side to whisper in his sister's ear.
"Isabelle maybe you should...look into where Michael and Maria are if we can't find them by tonight" Maz asked, hoping his sister wouldn't choose now to argue.
"Max you don't think Michael would..."
"Do anything stupid?"
"Yeah. I'll look into it but I would like this to go on the record as *your* dreamwalking idea and not mine"
Max smiled faintly. "Fine. I'll take responsibility. Just try to at least be, well, less scary than last time. Okay?"
Isabelle only smiled and flounced back to the booth to sit with Alex.
"Max? I'm sure they're fine. Right?" Liz asked wanting his comfort one more time before going back to work.
"Yeah, of course" Max said just as unconvincingly as before.
Down in the bomb shelter
Michael sat on the floor, leaning against the hard and cold stone wall. He had his eyes tilted up towards the ceiling, willing himself not to look at Maria. Inside his head he was trying not to think of her shirtless even more than he was trying not to notice her in his shirt. The thought of her in his clothes made his head swim.
Maria had turned her back to Michael and buttoned up his shirt. She glanced down to look at the shirt he had given her to wear. Maria realized that this was the same black shirt he had worn when he told her that he doesn't get intense at the rave. Maria stopped buttoning for an instant and stood there fingering the collar. Maria remembered that all she wanted to do that night was get Michael out of the shirt. Maria started laughing out loud before she even realized.
"What?" Michael asked sharply, wondering if a lack of oxygen was making Maria even battier than usual.
Maria jumped. She had forgotten for a brief moment where she was and who she was with.
"Nothing" Maria said before buttoning up the shirt quickly and turning around to face Michael. *Now he's out of his shirt. I'm in my bra and shorts and we can hardly stand to be in the same room together. Figures it would take this screwed up situation to get us in the same room together.*
"Whatever" Michael mumbled before turning his attention back to the ceiling.
"My aren't you the life of the party" Maria smirked at Michael.
"If this is a party, I'll take a funeral" Michael snapped back.
"Well I'll be there if it's yours"
"Bite me"
"Okay but I draw blood" Maria snarled. Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. Maria sat down opposite of Michael.
Two hours passed before either one spoke or moved.
"I don't think that we are ever getting out of here" Maria practicly yelled. The silence was torture to her.
"God, Maria. Relax. It'll be fine" Michael said internally torn between wishing she would shut up again and grateful she was still
talking to him at all.
"Relax! You want me to relax! Why? So I can just die down here with you?" Maria stood up and began pacing the room.
Michael stood and walked over to Maria. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
Maria took a sharp breath inward. Michael leaned in towards Maria. She could feel his warm breath on her lips. She gazed up at Michael, unsure of what to do and afraid of what to say. Michael licked his lips and then said
"I'm sure this time you can calm down on your own".
Maria grrred under breath and pushed Michael away. She blinked rapidly, not allowing herself to cry. Maria needed something else to focus her attention on. Her eyes fell on the boxes filling most of the small shelter.
She pulled one out and opened it up. Michael looked at Maria as she began searching the boxes. Michael knew that Maria was angry at him but he knew that trapped down here with her in the small space was only asking for trouble. She drove him insane and he had to maintain his wall. He couldn't let it down.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Well spaceboy I am looking to see if I can find anything fun or interesting to occupy the time because let's face it. We're here for the night"
Michael only smirked back at Maria. She turned her attention back to the boxes, not noticing Michael reach back into his pockets. He pulled out a bottle of tobasco sauce and a deck of cards. He was about to tell Maria about the deck of cards when he heard her shriek.
"What? What is it?" Michael ran over and pulled Maria away from the box. He thought she had shrieked in fear but in truth was she had shrieked in surprise more than anything else. A fun surprise that is.
Michael laughed when he looked into the box. "Is that what I think it is?" He asked, forgetting to use his "bored-Maria" voice. (You know the one where he makes it sound like everything she says is a combination of the most boring thing he has ever heard and the stupidest at the same time.)
"Yep" Maria smiled she had forgotten to be mad at him. *Maybe being down here could be intersting after all.* Maria's smile then curled up into what can only be described as one of pure evil and fun.
"So, wanna have some fun?" Maria asked with the evil grin reflecting back to her through Michael's eyes.
Michael's half-smile turned towards Maria. He held out the deck of cards and raised one eye-brow. "Why do you carry cards in your back pocket?"
"What else am I going to do during school?"
"Good point. So, what do you want to play?" Maria asked, excited and nervous.
"I dunno" Michael shrugged "Your choice".
"Okay" Maria said. They then dragged one of the boxes to the middle of the room and each sat on another box facing each other. Michael set the deck of cards on the box used as a table as Maria looked down at the possession in her hand and set it next to the cards on their make-shift table.
They both stared at the table before Michael asked "So, have you ever..."
"Nope. You?"
"First time for everything."
Both teenagers stared at the object on the table before Michael finally reached out and grabbed the bottle. Maria had found a case of vodka in the shelter. Michael broke the seal and opened the bottle.
"So know any good drinking games?" Michael asked.
"Let's make it simple" Maria said "How about High/Low? Loser takes a shot".
"Fine. You can go first", Michael answered half-expecting Maria to chicken out.
"Gee how big of you"
"Hmmm, I try" Michael gestured to her to draw a card. Michael drew his card next. "Okay, turn them around on three.
One...two...three." They both turned their cards around.
"Well, Maria. First shot's yours. Jack beats nine" Michael came close to a true smile, with a hint of demention behind it.
Maria reached across the table to take the bottle out of Michael's hand. She quickly took a swig of the alcohol before she could talk herself out of it. Maria nearly gagged on the burning sensation in her throat. After her breathing returned to normal, she turned back to Michael. He was looking at her with a curious look on his face. *Maybe just a couple of bricks from the wall. Just because we're stuck together.*
"Well, let's go again" Michael said. Maria nodded as they both reached to take another card. Maria felt light-headed and a little giddy. Her face was flushed and Michael enjoyed seeing her like this. It reminded Michael of how she looked after an eraser room session.
Looking at his card Michael smirked. *Ace in the whole. This night could be fun after all.*
Part 3
At the Crashdown-
Liz is closing up and Max, Isabelle, and Alex are with her. They are waiting for Michael and Maria to come back. Liz
has been trying to call Maria on her cell phone but it is in the glove compartment of her car. The two punk boys that
stole her car are, for obvious reasons, not answering the phone.
"Max, what would Michael be doing?" Liz asked, her concern is plastered on her face and causes a slight tremor in her voice.
"Why do you assume it's Michael's fault? You know Maria could be the little hotpants herself!" Isabelle snapped, she
was tired of waiting and pissed off at Michael. Despite her words Isabelle knew that Michael was responsible. *God,
he always screws up when Maria is involved.*
"Hey, Maria was fine until the Prince of Doom took interest in her" Alex spoke up defending his friend.
"Alex, Isabelle relax. Please, I know we're all worried" Max tried to return the emotions in the room back to normal.
Well, as normal as to be expected when two of your friends were MIA.
Alex sighed and placed his head on the counter for a minute. "Yeah, I'm sorry Isabelle. Its just that I don't like feeling
left out and ever since I learned about your...origins, things have been all out of whack."
"Alex we're all worried and right now we're all out of the Maria/Michael loop" Liz said.
"Should we call Maria's house again?" Max asked.
"No!" Liz said loudly, "Her mom would freak if she knew. Besides, Maria spends the night here alot. Her mom will just
assume that she's with me."
"Okay" Max replied looking down at the floor in thought. "Doesn't Maria call her mom to let her know?"
"Please between school, work, Liz, and me, Maria doesn't have a whole lot of free time and her mom works and dates
so they have a pretty open relationship" Alex answered Max's inquiry.
"Oh" was all that Max replied.
"Well, we certainly don't have to worry about Hank." Isabelle snipped. Both she and Max hated Hank. He couldn't
care less about Michael and that tore Max and Isabelle apart on the inside.
Liz had a weird look on her face, almost as if she had gotten a whiff of some bad fish or Kyle's gym socks.
"What is it Liz?" Max asked noticing Liz's look.
"You don't think that they are...you know. Do you?" Liz asked with fright and some disgust in her voice. She would kill
Michael if he did anything to her best friend again.
"Please, even Michael isn't that stupid" Isabelle sighed haughtily.
*At least I hope not* all four minds thought at once.
In the bombshelter-
Maria and Michael had finished one bottle of vodka and were about a fifth of the way through a second.
"Okay Michael my alien weirdo" Maria said with a heavy tongue in between her hiccups, "It's your turn to take a shotty
shot shot."
Maria and Michael had given up on playing cards because Michael was way too wasted to shuffle and Maria kept
throwing the cards up in the air while singing "It's raining men!". Michael in the meantime was discovering that vodka
and tobasco was a pretty good combo once you were completely smashed and couldn't really feel your tongue or use
your tastebuds anymore.
"Shot!" Maria repeated then burst into hysterical laughter. "Shot, shot, shot!"
"What is wrong with you?" Michael said reaching for the bottle. But he kept missing because he was seeing triple and
everytime he reached for the bottle he would start to tip and the room would spin.
"Shot shot shot shot" Maria repeated over and over. "Did you know that *Hic* if you *Hic* repeat *Hic* the word
over and over and over that it *Hic* kinda loses its its its *Hic* you know its whatchamacallit."
"Quit moving the botle!" Michael shouted trying to slow down the merry-go-round he was on.
"I'm not! Shot!", was Maria's reply as she leaned over and fell off of her box onto the hard floor. "Owwwww1! I head
my hit!"
Michael in the meantime was still struggling with the disappearing bottle. "Ha! Got it. Now come here you. Ohhh, you
do a body good." Michael said speaking to the bottle and not Maria.
That sent Maria into her hysterics again. Michael tried to focus on the shaking blur on the floor in front of him.
"Hey! What the hell ish wrong wit chu?" His words struggling to work with his drunken alien brain.
"You sound like a porno!" Maria cried as her laughter continued.
"How would you know? I bet that you've never even seen a porno."
"Well, that goes to show how much you know pally. I made Alex show me one but all he had was some bad 70's
porno of his older brother's."
"70's porno, huh?" Michael's brain was struggling with the new turn in the conversation.
"Yep! Bow chika bow bowww da nuh" Maria was singing the typical bad 70's porn music to herself with a lopsided
smile on her red, flushed face. She pulled herself to her knees and slowly crawled her way to Micahel.
He was still sitting on his box and his balance swayed every once in a while as he tried to focus on the three Maria's
creeping slowly towards him. *Okay* he thought to himself *Pick a bottle. Crap! I mean pick a Maria!* Maria had
reached Michael and pulled herself into his lap unitl she was straddling him.
Michael could only see her lips, all six of them, and he wanted to kiss every single one. But before Michael could kiss
her, Maria bent her head and attached two of her lips on his neck, sucking fiercely. She reached her arms around to
caress Michael's muscular back. Maria rocked back and forth on Michael's lap. Michael was stroking Maria's back
and he was wondering where the heck her other four lips had gone. Maria's mouth felt like magic on his neck. God how
Michael had missed her velvety toungue.
Maria pulled her face up and went to kiss Michael's lips that she had missed so much since the heat wave, just as he
leaned forward to kiss her. But Michael went for the wrong two lips as they both pitched forward onto the floor.
"Owww!" Maria yelled again, "Now you headed my hit!"
"You moved!"
"I did not!"
"Okay", Michael gave up easliy leaning down to the girl under him.
Just as he reached her two, real, lips Maria's arms went slack and dropped off his back. Michael looked down
confused. But before he had a chance to move move off of Maria he felt his heavy eyelids close and his head dropped
low to the floor. He landed in a heap next to Maria and their foreheads rolled together. Both drunkards passed out,
Maria's mouth was open and a little snore could be heard.
Michael's brain was so drunk and hazy that his sunconscious didn't notice the dreamwalking connection made between
him and Maria. Maria was so drunk that her brain didn't notice the extra company. Both their dreams melted together
as they slept with visions of bad 70's porn dancing in their heads.
Stuck part 4 The Porn Dream NC-17!!!!!
Michael and Maria's shared dream "reality"-
Michael looked down at himself, he is wearing a navy blue workman's jumpsuit with his name embroidered on the front.
He is carrying a toolbox in his left hand and knocking on the door to a motel room with his right.
"Come in!" He hears the sultry voice from behind the door. "It's unlocked!"
Michael walks into the room. If his brain was functioning at maximum capacity he would have taken notice that this was
the same nookie motel room along 285 South in Texas. A woman with long blonde hair is standing with her back to the
door. Michael clears his throat to get her attention.
Maria turns around. She is wearing a short red miniskirt (a la Marcia Brady) and a tight halter top. Her hair is long and
cut in the classic Farrah Faucet winged-do'.
"I'm so glad you're here. I seem to be having trouble with the plumbing. I'm soooo hot and sticky and, ooh, I need a
shower but the water can't seem to...come all by its self. I think it needs some help." Maria pouted and licked her lips.
"Do you think that you can get it to..come? For me?"
Michael trailed his eyes down her lithe body and swallowed hard. "Well, ma'am, I think I know enough about
'plumbing' to fix just about anything." Michael smirked. *Damn I'm having one helluva a nice dream.* "Why don't you
show me exactly what the problem is?"
Maria smiled and crooked her finger at Michael indicating for him to follow her into the bathroom. As she walked in
front of him, Michael noticed the way her hips sashayed and her legs rubbed closely together. Michael felt an instant
tightness in his worksuit and it was at this moment that he realized he didn't have anything else on underneath his
worksuit. Michael smiled inwardly *I think I should have 70's porn dreams more often.*
Maria was wearing a large wooden bangle bracelet on her wrist and as she walked in front of Michael towards the
bathroom she let it slip from her wrist.
"Oh, oops, I dropped this. Let me just see if I can get I can...get it up." Maria bent down from the waist to get the
bracelet. Her short and snug skirt lifted above her hips to give Michael a full view of all of Maria. Maria smiled as she
waved her pink ass in the air. *Damn I'm having one hot dream*, Maria thought, *Love these underwearless nights!*
"Why don't you let me help you?" Michael spoke up, while trying to resist the urge to beat himself off right then and
there. This was almost more than he could handle but there is no way he was going to let himself ruin this moment.
Michael walked up directly behind the still bent over and exposed Maria. He pressed his hard, in more way than one
body, up against hers before slowly tracing his arm down to her hand near the floor. Their fingers interlaced before both
stood back up, leaving the bracelet forgotten on the floor.
"Well, you got it up didn't you?" Maria was practically singing her words. Unlike Michael who was showing
uncharacteristic control of himself by not just ramming his erection into Maria then and there, Maria couldn't help but
rub her legs together as she felt the warm, sticky wetness on her thighs.
"Well, I think the *water* is starting to come now don't you?" Michael asked Maria. He was still pressed up against her
with his hard erction pressed into the smell of her back now. "Do you still want help?"
"Oh yes please" Maria's breathing was heavy and the words came out as barely audible rasps.
Michael wrapped his arms around Maria to cup her small breasts in his strong hands. She drew in a sharp breath and
began rocking her body back and forth against Michael's. He bent his head down to lick at Maria's exposed
collarbone. *Even in my dreams she tastes sweet and this is definitely a spicy night.*
*Dream Michael finds my melting spot just like real Michael.* Maria had one last thought before all cognitive reasoning
left her brain. Michael was licking, kissing, and sucking his way across her shoulders to the back of her neck. Maria felt
a hot throbbing between her legs and she whirled herself around to press the front of her body and the source of her
aching desire against Michael. Maria moaned and tried to press herself even closer to him.
"Well, I definitely think I need to take a close look at the problem." Michael directed Maria onto the Aladin Porn bed
and leaned down over her hot, flushed body. Using his otherwordly strength Michael took his hands and ripped Maria's
tight shirt off of her heaving breasts.
"Ooooh yeah baby!" Maria moaned, really throwing herself into her role in this make-believe porn. Michael leaned
down to take one of her hard, erect nipples in his teeth, gently scraping down on her pale, milky skin. Just the feel of
Michael on top of her and Maria wanted him even closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted to press
herself as closely to Michael as she could. As Michael expertly went to work kissing a trail from her nipples back up to
Maria's mouth, Maria pressed her pelvis tightly to Michael and ground her hips into his. She loved the feeling of him
hard and pressed directly to her exposed and throbbing clit. Maria could already feel the muscles in her legs begin to
tighten in anticipation of her climax. The tight and quivering feeling worked its way up through Maria's ass into her back
and arms. Soon she felt all of the muscles in her body constrict and release in orgasm. Maria allowed her body to shake
and she arched her neck screaming, "Oh God! Yes! Yes! YES!!!" Maria continued her relentless grinding against
Michael until she couldn't contain herself anymore.
Maria reached up to take Michael's head in her hands. She ran her fingers thru his soft, spiky hair and forcibly shoved
him off of her face and down to her still aching for more nub.
"Hmm, I guess it's time for me to put on my SCUBA gear and go diving." Michael joked, even in dreams nothing is
beyond Michael's mocking. "Look out down below here I, or I mean you, come!"
Michael didn't waste any time finding Maria's most sensitive spot. *Now this is definitely the best sweet and spicy I've
tasted.* Michael grazed his teeth against Maria just as he had done to her nipples.
"Oh God! Harder!" Maria screamed at the top of her lungs as she kept her hands on Michael's head. "More! More!
More!"
Her need was unfathomable to her. Maria had had erotic dreams about Michael before but she just couldn't understand
why this was so different, more intense than the rest.
Michael quickly darted his tongue in and out of Maria. Maria was now beyond words and Michael could barely make
out her moans over her hard and raspy panting. "Oh, oh, ohhhh"
Michael entered into Maria with two fingers, still using his seemingly expert mouth on clit. This extra help was all Maria
needed to push her over the wall again to another mind shattering orgasm. "Ohh, YES!"
Maria now released Michael's head from her hands as he crawled up to look down her sweaty, glistening body. Maria
smiled and pushed Michael back onto the bed. Without saying a word she straddled him and slowly, agonizingly
unbottoned his worksuit. After Maria would unbotton each one, she would then explore the newly exposed skin with
her mouth, starting at his neck until stopping when she reached his belly button and the line of dark hair leading her,
beckoning to her down a secret path to her, and his desired destination.
Maria was enjoying the slow deliberate motions of sucking her way down to Michael's firm and rather
expansive...energy source shall we say. Maria paused over his erction, allowing her hot breath to wasp over him as she
caressed and stroked his more sensitive lower areas. (Hello, you know the taint. As in taint the balls, taint the butt :o )
Now Michael was groaning, "Oh God baby! Take it."
Maria smiled before lowering her mouth to engulf all of Michael. Michael had to close his eyes because the combination
of her mouth's magic and the site of her over him would have been too much at once. Maria looked up at Michael and
laughed at the site of him with his eyes tightly shut.
Her laughter only sent new and pleasurable vibrations all around Michael. *Oh, yeah*, Michael thought, *She's a
vibrator.*
Maria released Michael from her pink lips and once again straddled him with her knees up to his sides. Her skirt was
bunched around her waist as lowered lowered herself onto Michael. He opened his eyes as he felt Maria's tight sheath
around him.
"Ohh yeah that's nice"
"Mmmm baby. No plumbing problems here."
Michael grabbed onto Maria's ass and lifted her up until he was almost out of her before lowering her back down.
Michael repeated this as Maria rocked back and forth faster and faster, clutching at her bouncing breasts. Moments
later both Michael and Maria were on the verge of their final release when the door to the motel room swung open.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Three voices screamed simultaneously. Two out of sheer pleasure and a third in anger.
Michael looked over to the doorway at the angry dreamworld man staring over at them.
"Uh-oh" Maria said "My husband, Dick, is home."
Dick, who looks amazingly enough like Jose the cook, came screaming into the room. Maria had jumped off of Michael
as Dick chased a topless Maria around the nookie room.
"I leave you alone for one hour and I find you with the handyman!" Maria's dream-induced husband screamed. Michael
chased after Dick yelling at him for interrupting the two of them.
Maria and Michael were so busy with this new turn of events that they didn't notice another person, well technically
non-person, gaping at the scene in disbelief.
"Oh that's it. I am outta here. If Max wants to ask what the hell is going on then he can come in here and do it himself!"
Isabelle huffs before storming out the door running for the relief of reality.
stuck part 5
"Aaaaaaah! Oh, I will f---ing kill him!" Isabelle jerked up in her bed. "I cannot believe I let Max talk me into going to
her dreams. My God what the hell did she and Michael do today to put that into her head! I quit, never again, I swear
to God I have learned my lesson about dreamwalking."
Just then a knock on the door startled Isabelle. Max and Liz walked into the room. They had been waiting in the living
room for Isabelle to finish her little trip to Maria's obviously warped mind.
"Well, Is? Are they okay? I mean Michael isn't, you know?" Max asked with concern. Isabelle looked disturbed and he
and Liz had both heard her screaming from the living room.
"Okay? Okay? No Max I am not okay! I think that I am emotionally scarred for life! Let me tell you something Liz, that
girl Maria is one screwed up little puppy. I swear Max I will never dreamwalk again."
Max looked at his sister with amusement. He knew that there is no way Is could stay away from her dreamwalking
expeditions forever. "Is, just tell us what you saw."
Isabelle shut her eyes and a shudder ran through her body. "Well, let's see. First of all Maria liked that motel room in
Marathon more than she originally let on and oh yeah that freaky cook, Jose, was chasing a topless Maria, screaming
about the handyman, and Michael, dressed as the handyman, chased him yelling that he wanted more and not to
interrupt him next time."
"Ew", was Liz and Max's only reply. They both had scrunched up noses and looked at each other. *What is my best friend doing?* They both thought, even though they (thankfully) did not witness this dream, Isabelle's description was enough to send an unwelcome mental picture to their imaginations.
"Okay Isabelle, besides that...do you think that they are okay?" Liz was still concerned about Maria's now overnight
disappearence and that dream did not, in any way, calm her nerves.
"I don't know. Those two have some serious problems. I decided not to stay and get sucked into that warped dream
reality." Isabelle huffed haughtily. "Let's just hope that they come back by the morning because I am not going in there
again. Now get out. I need my beauty sleep and I'm meeting Alex for breakfast at the Crashdown tomorrow." Isabelle
waved her hand to dismiss Max and Liz from her presence and settled back into her bed. She was hoping for her
dreams to be a little more pleasant for her than Maria's had been.
Max and Liz walked out into the hallway, shutting Isabelle's door behind them. Max stood there looking at Liz, the
same concern he felt was etched onto her face.
"Max" Liz started to say but was cut off abruptly by Max's lips on hers. She felt her knees turn to Jello and wrapped
her arms around Max's neck. Max loved the feel of her tongue against his but he still was afraid of where all this was
leading. He gently pulled away and looked at Liz standing directly under his nose.
Liz looked up at Max and smiled. Just seeing him sent shivers down her spine. As if she could read his mind, Liz knew
that for tonight they had to stop. Afterall, their respective best friends were missing and doing God knows what.
"Okay, I should go. Besides, the locksmith is coming in the morning and I'm supposed to get up early to let him in." Liz
smiled and reached up to plant a soft kiss on Max's pink lips before turning to leave. "Oh and why don't you come in
with Isabelle in the morning, you know, have some 'Heavenly Hash' and 'Green eggs and Ham'? On the house of
course."
Max blushed and smiled at Liz. "Okay, and we should wait there for Michael and Maria to get back anyway."
"Yeah, that's a good idea" Liz stalled and ran back to kiss Max for one more time and then forced herself out of his
house before her parents got too worried about her.
Meanwhile, remeber those two hoods that stole Maria's car? Well, apparently Michael and Maria weren't the only two
drinking that night because these two geniuses decided to polish off a twelve of beer while teaching a fourteen year old
how to drive. (AN: A public service announcement: Do not drink and drive. Thank you.)
The younger one hadn't been able to hold his beer, steer the car, and harass people on the street all at the same time
and had crashed the DeLuca Jetta into a mailbox. The two teens in their panic fled the car leaving it running from when
they had hotwired it. Sherrif Valenti was out driving around the town because quite frankly he has no real life to speak
of.
"Well, well Miss Deluca. I see she's having some problems." Valenti muttered to himself as he pulled up next to the car.
Peering into the front, driverside window, Valenti noticed the car had been hotwired. It was then that he realized it must
of been stolen. "Huh, wonder why Amy or the weird daughter of hers didn't report it? Oh well just a good excuse for
me to call Amy."
Valenti reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the DeLuca number and waited and waited but
no one picked up the phone. Amy didn't have a phone in her bedroom because she believed that the telephone wires
interrupt the dream waves. Valenti decided to just have the car towed back to the Crashdown and let Maria deal with
it. Valenti liked Amy but even he knew who took care of whom in that small family.
Liz arrived at the Crashdown about an hour after she had left Max's. She enjoyed the night air and had wanted to think
anyway. Being out in the night soothed her worries (and kissing Max might have helped a little bit) until she walked
down the alleyway and saw Maria's smashed car in the back.
"Oh shit!" Liz ran to the door and quickly opened it. Shutting her eyes briefly and saying a quick prayer Liz hoped to
find her friends inside safe and sound. At this point, Liz would have been okay with seeing a re-enactment of Maria's
dream, just as long as they were okay. But to her dissappointment (about them not being there, to be honest she was
kinda relieved not to see a topless Maria) no one was there.
"How did her car get back if they are not here?" Liz spoke aloud hoping that hearing her own voice would help to settle
her beating heart and pounding head. The opposite of the desired result happened, voicing her question made her even
more scared.
*I gotta call Max, Isabelle, and Alex. This is getting serious now.*
"Max, get Isabelle and get over here now and pick up Alex. We have a problem." With that Liz hung up the phone and
began pacing the floor of the Crashdown. *Oh Maria if only I knew that you were okay*
Meanwhile in the bombshelter Maria had started snoring and Michael was drooling a little.
Part 6
"Liz what's wrong are they back?" Max, Isabelle, and Alex ran nervously into the Crashdown where they found Liz
pacing the floor like a caged animal. Seeing Liz this upset just made the other three more worried because Liz always
tried to remain calm and collected but not now, and not tonight.
"NO! Maria's car is out back and it is all smashed up but I came in here and I couldn't find them. Max, they aren't here.
What if something serious happened to them? Maybe, oh God, but maybe we should call the sheriff." Liz stumbled over
the words but at this point she was so concerned that she just didn't know what to do.
"Liz you know we can't do that. At least not yet." Max said glancing at Isabelle. Just the thought of Valenti gave Is
goosebumps. Alex noticed the rise in her apprehension and gently placed his arm around her shoulder for comfort.
"Listen, we need to look at this logically, from a calm and rational point of view. Okay?" Alex felt his confidence rising
as Isabelle allowed him to keep his arm around her shoulders. "Now let's all think back to when we know for sure they
were here last."
"Well" Liz mumbled, trying to gain her own confidence back from her friends optimism, "I guess when she and I were
talking in the back about Michael"
"Good. Now what was she saying?" Alex prodded for Liz to continue.
"Um, Alex, I dunno know if I should tell all you guys. You know, private girl stuff" Liz wanted more than anything to
help her best friend but not at the risk of a confidence.
"Oh great. I guess I'm just an accessory." Isabelle muttered under her breath so quietly that only Alex caught her words.
"Liz, c'mon. We're all in this together." Alex said knowing that those words would pull anything out of her. Friendship is
one of the most important aspects in Liz's life, and even though Alex felt like half a shmuck for using this. Hey, it's his
trump card.
Liz sighed before continuing. "She was, well, it was classic Maria 'bitch and moan'. You know the plots, the sarcasm,
prentending not to care about it. Basic cover-up for hurt." Liz looked downcast at the recollection of her last
conversation with Maria, until she remembered how funny it actually was. Before Liz realized she was laughing and
clutching at her sides.
The other three stared at her like she had real antenaes growing out of her head just like the Crashdown uniform ones.
"Um, Liz? Are you alright?" Max wasn't sure what to make of this latest turn.
"Oh, yeah. I was just remembering the look on Maria's face as she was picturing running over Michael with her car."
Just as Liz finished this sentence she turned abruptly to look at the door that led to the Crashdown alley. The door
which led to Maria's car. The door which led to Maria's smashed up car. "Oh no, please tell me that she wouldn't. I
mean Alex, we know that Maria wouldn't do that right? Right?" Liz could feel the hysteria rising in her voice.
"Maria killed Michael!" Isabelle starting clenching her fists and running around the Crashdown with a chicken that got its
head cut off. Max had never seen his sister so irate and that scared the hell out of him.
"No. Liz, do really think that Maria would do that? And Is I am sure that we would have felt that? Right?" Max's panic
also rose in his voice as he tried to blink back the tears.
"STOP!!!" Alex had never screamed at anyone so forcefully in his life, even when he thought that he was losing his friendships with Liz and Maria, he had never spoken to them like that before. "This is not exactly a logical and rational conversation now is it? Maria, I repeat, Maria would not as in NEVER run Michael over with her car. Now c'mon, there has got to be a better explanation for this. Let's just all go out and look at the car. Okay?" Alex's tone had now taking on that slight mocking he gets when trying to explain what he sees as perfectly obvious. *Geez, now everyone's gone insane. Freaking bunch of crackpots. Hmm, maybe they have been taking hallucinagens*
Alex led Max, Is, and Liz out back to inspect the car. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness at the situation but he
didn't want to set off his friends again because now, quite frankly, Alex was worried about more than just Maria and
Michael. I mean, they seriously had considered that Maria had run over Michael with her car.
The four of them cautiously peered into the car. Other than the obvious body damage to the car, no one noticed
anything out of the ordinary until Max reached around to look at the steering wheel column. "Hey, check this out. It was
hotwired."
"What?" Liz peered into the car. "What does this mean Max?"
"It means that why would Maria hotwire her own car and Michael would've, you know." Is said, still a little harshly but
rapidly feeling relieved that maybe Maria didn't kill her other brother.
"Hmmm" Alex hmmed to himself.
"Now what are you thinking Alex?" Liz recognized that look on his face and the tone of his 'hmmm'.
"Well, if the two of them didn't take her car? Then, one, who did? And two, that means they didn't leave."
Liz looked at Alex.
*Flashback*
"Hey Liz! Did you get the door to the bombshelter fixed yet?" Alex called out.
"No, why?" Liz yelled back from behind the counter where she was filling sodas and trying not to think about Michael out there
somewhere with Maria.
"Cause it's shut again!"
*End flashback*
"The bombshelter!" Liz and Alex both jumped up in unison running back into the Crashdown with Max and Isabelle hot on the tails.
Stuck part 7
The bombshelter door stood looming in the corner. The four friends looked at it as if it could solve all their problems.
And in a way it could because if Michael and Maria were behind that door then everything would be fine. But if not,
then they had no clue where their friends could be. *Please let them be down there* Everyone silently prayed.
*And please let them be fully dressed.* Isabelle's mind added, sending the shudders rippling through her body. She
couldn't help but feel her skin crawl at the rememberence of Maria's wigged out mind.
Alex, Max, and Liz looked over at Isabelle and smiled, unsuccessfully trying to hold in their laughter.
"What? Look you would too if you had seen..." Isabelle couldn't even finish her sentence as her body shook from the
image of a topless Maria being chased by Jose and Michael.
"Is just help me open the door. It looks really heavy." Max wanted to get her mind off of the dream and he was also
very anxious to get to whatever was behind that door, especially because he was hoping it would be Michael and
Maria.
Isabelle and Max placed their hands on the door pushed the door open with their minds. The heavy iron door squeaked
and moaned as it slowly opened to the alien strength. Liz looked up towards the stairs, hoping her parents hadn't heard
anything, and thankfully no one came down to investigate the noises from the back of the Crashdown.
In the actual bombshelter itself, Michael jerked awake at the sound of the door opening. He opened his eyes and sat up
surveying the situation around him. He didn't recognize the room he was in and felt a panic about a government
laboratory at first. Until he glanced down at the weird noise coming from beside him. Michael smirked to himself as he
watched Maria's mouth open and a gentle snore escape. Seeing her sent a flood of memories from the previous night
and also a sudden blank wall.
Michael remembered Jose. *Grrr, I am not through with him yet!* That thought had him distracted a moment as he
tried to remember the rest of the evening. Michael also remembered falling with Maria and then fighting with her down
here. He also remembered finding the vodka and her taking a shot as they played High/Low. But it is after that Michael
had absolutely no recollection of anything whatsoever.
*Damnit! What the f--- did we do?* He cursed silently to himself. His internal memory quest was halted when he saw
the light at the top of the stairs and four faces looking down at him.
"Michael?" Max asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, Maxwell. It's about damn time. f---ing Hell what took so damn long!" Michael suddenly furious at the four
so-called friends at the top of the stairs.
"Um, sorry. We had a little trouble." Max said, as he was now feeling a little embarrassed about how long it took him to
figure out where Michael was (well, okay for Liz and Alex to figure it out).
"Maria? Michael is Maria down there with you?" Liz couldn't see all the way down the stairs and from where Michael
was sitting, he was partially obstructing the view of Maria. Just as Liz asked they all heard another snore escape her
mouth. That sound relieved all of the tension that had built up in everyone during that previous day and night. The
laughter sounded good to everyone's ears.
"C'mon Michael. Wake up Sleeping Beauty and let's get out of here." Isabelle snapped but with a lighter tone than she
had ever previously used when discussing Maria.
Michael turned to look at Maria and felt that surge of desire whenever he looked at her, even with the snoring and
drooling. But doubly so with her still in his shirt. *Man, I am pathetic. Turned on by snoring?* Michael reached over
and gently leaned down to Maria's ear.
"Maria. Let's go. The Mod Squad finally found us." Michael said loudly for two reasons. One to wake Maria up and
two to further chastise his pathetic friends for not getting him sooner. (Maybe if Michael remembered then he would be
thanking them instead!)
Maria, being human and not alien and therefore not possessing their weird absorbtion of alcohol, was so extremely
passed out that she didn't even flinch at the loud sound of Michael's voice directly by her ear.
"Hello! Get up! Damnit!" Michael muttered as he leaned down to pick up the smashed Maria from the cold hard floor.
He noticed that she had a bump on her forehead. *Huh, wonder how she got that?*
"Michael? Is Maria okay?" Alex asked as he saw Michael picking her up from the floor.
"Um yeah" Michael answered quickly, realizing that a drunken night would probably get him a lecture from Max and
Isabelle.
"Michael" Isabelle used her mother tone on him, "Tell. Now."
"Look we just had a little to drink. How the hell was I supposed to know that she couldn't handle her alcohol?" Michael
matched her mommy-tone with his rebellious teenager tone.
"Uh, Michael, exactly how mich is 'a little'?" Max knew that when Michael snapped with the sarcasm he was usually
hiding something.
Michael mumbled softly as he carried Maria up the stairs until the were finally standing on the right side of the door.
"What?" All four asked at once.
"I said, we had about two bottles!"
"WHAT?" All four screamed at once.
Michael rolled his eyes and pushed past them to place Maria on the couch. Michael turned to look back at the harsh
accusing faces of his friends but turned again at the last minute and reached out to cover Maria with a quilt on the back
of the couch.
Turning once again to meet the glares of his friends Michael just stood there glaring back. His eyes were daring them to
ask him, daring them to question him about what happened, even if he couldn't remember.
Michael noticed that Isabelle's eyes had suddenly focused on his neck and not at his own glare. Her narrowed focus
made him nervous.
"Oh my God!" Is screamed as she recognized the purple mark on his neck. She pointed her fingure at him accusingly.
"You made out with her!" Her gaze then turned to Maria. "And why is she wearing your shirt?!" Images of the dream
haunted her mind again and the same shudder rippled.
"What! I did not!" Michael was thoroughly confused. *I would remember if we had made out!*
"Then how the hell do you explain that hicky!"
Michael hurried over to the mirror to stare at the big purple bruise already formed on his neck. Just at that moment
Maria opened her eyelids. Her still drunk eyes tried to focus on the swarming mass of colors that baraged her eyes. But
all that happened was one killer bout of nausea waving over her.
"Oh God I think I am going to be sick." Maria mumbled to herself because she was still unaware of where she was and
who was with her. Alex was the closest to Maria and he moved with surprising speed. Grabbing a trashcan and
managing to hold her hair away from her face at the time, Alex allowed Maria to expunge the vodka from her otherwise
empty stomach.
After about five minutes of the most horrific wretching sounds that anyone in that room had ever heard before, Maria
looked up and found the faces of her five friends.
"Hey guys. What happened?" Maria asked through a scratchy voice.
"Yeah. That's what I would like to know" Michael spoke through clenched jaws. he really wasn't mad about the hicky.
Okay, well maybe a little, but in truth he was mostly mad that he didn't remember the hicky. Michael pointed out to
Maria the hicky on his neck. She looked at it confused and it took a moment for her to realize exactly what it was and
exactly what Michael was implying.
"Um, did something...you know, happen down there?" Maria asked with caution and some fright in her voice. She was
still foggy and was having trouble remembering the night. Alex's hands were still stroking her hair and he turned at her
question to look at Isabelle.
Isabelle smiled a pure look of evil before turning to stare Michael down. "Yeah right" she said the sarcasm dripping off
her words, "In her dreams, right Michael?"
And for the first time Isabelle didn't shudder at the thought of Maria's dream as Alex, Liz, and Max did instead.
Stuck part 8
"Liz" Maria's weak voice broke the uncomfortable silence, "I don't feel so good again. Can I stay here tonight?"
Everyone turned to focus their attention on Maria again. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was red and sweaty.
Liz sighed and nodded. "Of course Maria. And one more thing, don't think that you are getting out of working
tomorrow morning girlie, cause you left me in the lurch. Granted on accident but still Maria, drinking?"
Maria only laid her head back down on the couch and glanced back at Michael with guilty eyes. Michael was
unconsciously tracing over the hicky on his neck. Right now, he wanted more than anything to remember how it
happened.
Max, Isabelle, Alex, and Liz also wanted to know what happened. They wanted to know exactly how Michael and
Maria got caught in the bombshelter to begin with. Max was finally the one to ask.
"Michael, what happened? Did you attack Jose? Cause he sa-" The rest of Max's words were cut off by force of anger
resonating from Michael's reply. Hearing Jose's name rang like a shot through Michael's brain and he wanted to crush it
under his boot like a bug.
"That little s--- was spying on Maria as she was changing! He was watching her! What did you want me to do, let him!"
Michael was furious, not at Max, Max was simply who was in front of him as her anger expressed itself.
"Michael" Max continued with the usual calm in his voice, "We are just asking because Jose had said that you attacked
him. We couldn't find you and didn't know what to believe. I'm sorry, no one meant to accuse you. Of course you
couldn't let him watch Maria but" Max paused not sure how to continue, "but just be careful next time okay?"
"Oh, I can guarantee that there will not be a next time." Maria replied her voice sounding stronger with her own anger.
She placed the back of her hand on her head as her pounding headache tried to force her brain out of her skull. "I will
personally kick his ass."
"Maria, maybe I should talk to him first. Maybe Michael misunderstood and it was just an accident. I mean he did say
that he wasn't doing anything and that Michael just attacked him without knowing." Liz was trying to help but her words
only made Michael and Maria angrier. This time it was the two of them that shared a knowing glance.
"No Liz. I mean let's be realistic, who could resist me anyway?" Maria laughed and then groaned as her head punished
her for the levity of the situation.
"Alright guys. Let's all go to bed and meet back here in the morning for breakfast. Okay? We can solve it all then by
asking Jose himself." Dang, twice in one night Alex was actually the one in charge and calming the group.
They all nodded in agreement as Max and Isabelle left with Alex walking closely behind Isabelle. Michael stood for a
moment not feeling like he should leave Maria.
"Michael?" Is's voice called out to him, "Let's go."
Michael glanced at Maria as Liz now smoothed her hair away from her sweaty face. *Sweaty face. Hmmm, that seems
somehow familiar* Michael thought before shaking the thought off and crossing to the door where Isabelle, Max, and
Alex were waiting.
"Let's go Maria. Upstairs. And whew, thank God that you have a toothbrush here. And another thing, you need to
shower. But don't worry Dad fixed the shower head so it doesn't leak anymore."
Maria turned to look at Liz with a curious look on her face. *Hmmm, now why does fixing showers seem familiar?*
Maria shook off the thought as she followed Liz up the stairs, moving slowly so as not to jar her majorly suffering body.
The next morning-
Everyone had gathered at the Crashdown, even though it technically didn't open for another half an hour. Alex and
Isabelle sat across from one another and Max and Liz did as well in the regular booth in the corner. Maria was laying
with her head on the counter, hoping, wishing, praying that the Aleve would kick in any minute now. She still had on her
shorts and Michael's shirt because that is what she had slept in. Maria had been too tired last night to change and
besides, Maria liked the feeling of Michael's shirt so close her body. Michael sat on the counter near her, he wasn't sure
why but he felt like he should be staying close to her. Of course it probably didn't help that Liz thought he had been
wrong about Jose. Last night in the Jeep on the way to the Evan's even Max was questioning if Michael was right about
Jose.
Finally Maria sighed and gave up on the Aleve working anytime soon. "Okay, I'm gonna get ready for work. And
Michael thanks for the shirt. I'll wash it before I give it back to you."
"No, no that's okay. Don't worry about. I can take of it." Michael spoke quickly hoping she wouldn't argue. In truth, he
didn't want her to wash it because he wanted it to smell like her and to feel like her.
Maria only nodded her tired, pounding head in response. Before crossing behind the counter and into the back. Just as
Maria walked into the back door, Jose walked in through the front.
Jose stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Michael sitting on the counter. Jose thought that Michael looked like a
vulture circling in for the kill. Jose swallowed nervously and his eyes darted around the room at the expectant faces.
"Jose-" Liz started to speak but was cut off by Michael.
"Tell them." He demanded.
"What? What are you talking about? Liz I don't know" Michael interrupted him now but not with words with his
movements. Michael leapt off the counter and stood staring down at Jose. Michael had a good five inches and about
twenty pounds of muscle on him.
"Okay so I mighta saw something that I shouldn't have. I swear I only saw for a second. Really Liz!" Jose had started
to form beads of sweat on his forehead at the close proximity of Michael to him.
Liz looked from Michael to Jose to the door to the back before speaking. "Okay Jose, here's the deal. You get one
more chance, but if you mess up in any way-"
"Then I will personally see to it that you never mess up again." Michael finished Liz's sentence. He had not backed
down on his posture at all during the conversation with Jose.
Jose nodded and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He walked around Michael, back behind the counter and into the
kitchen. Michael's eyes followed Jose until he couldn't see him through the opening to the kitchen.
"Now does everyone believe me?" Michael barked back to his friends, when less than thirty seconds later everyone
heard Maria screaming from the back.
"AAAAAAH! What the hell is your problem?" Maria's shrill cry echoed throughout the Crashdown. All five in the front
of the restaurant ran to the back. Michael was the closest and reached the door first.
He was greeted with the site of Maria in her shorts and a bra only grabbing onto Jose's back while swatting him with an
old menu. Before anyone could do anything, Jose had pulled Maria off and was running from her around the room.
Michael quickly joined the pursuit of Jose.
Isabelle burst out laughing as Alex, Max, and Liz stared on in amazement at the ridiculous scene played out in front of
them. Isabelle was laughing so hard that tears had started streaming down her face. Trying to catch her breath, Is tried
to speak but her words were too muffled and rushed to understand.
"Her dream...oh my God, I can't believe it." Isabelle had finally caught her breath enough to speak semi-coherenlty.
"Maria topless, Michael chasing, and oh God Jose!!!" The thought sent another bout of hysterical fanfare from Isabelle
before everyone else caught on and began joining in her laughter. Turning to go back out front, they decided that Jose's
punishment would be handled best by Michael and Maria personally.
Michael caught up to Maria and grabbed her around the waist. "Michael! What the f---! Let me at him! Because I will
rip his beady little eyes out of his head!" Maria was irate and struggled as Michael held her high in the air.
"I know you will but first Jose is going to listen and deal with me." Michael spoke in cool even tones that scared Jose
more than Maria's maniacal ravings.
"What are you going to do?" Jose wrung his hands and the beads of sweat from his forehead were now rolling profusely
from his nervousness.
"Well, now that depends on you. I am going to have to put Maria down eventually. Now, I can either so that while
you're standing here trapped or after you are gone. Which would you like to choose?"
"Umm, gone, I would like to be gone." Jose kept glancing at the door hoping that he could reach it before Michael or
Maria came at him again.
Almost as if Michael could read his mind, "I don't think so Jose. You are going to listen to me first. Got it?" Jose
nodded jumpily in response.
"Good. Now first off I am not going to make you quit your job." Maria started to protest but Michael continued before
she could get very far. He still held her off the ground in one arm.
"I am not about to take away someone's job. But I will be watching you and I will be around." He said these words
with such venom than Maria shivered even while under his arms and pressed tightly to his body.
"I will not hesitate again and my wrath is *not* pretty. Got me? I will *not* tolerate f----ups." Michael was practically
spitting his words they held such force. Then with a dismissal gesture of his head, Jose ran to the kitchen looking at the
floor the entire time.
Michael kept his part of the bargain and waited until Jose had left to put Maria down. Maria whirled around to face
Michael, hands on her hips. "I could've taken him."
"Yeah, I know Maria. I'm sure you could." Michael looked at her with amusement.
"Why did you tell him to keep working here? Huh, pally? Explain that one to me!"
"Think of it this way: He will never even look at you again, and this way it's almost a guarantee. If he quit then who
knows, but this way I do know. Because I will be watching."
"Watching him or watching me?" Maria looked at Michael with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes.
Michael looked at her and felt his resolve begin to crumble. *NO! The wall remember the wall!*
"Michael, if you are here watching him then that makes it pretty damn difficult for you to be alone now doesn't it?"
"Whatever" Michael mumbled. He still hadn't learned.
"Whatever? Whatever! That's all you can say! Whatever!" Maria started to raise her voice.
"Look I'm the one with the love bite on my neck after we got drunk, so what does that tell you?!" Michael spat out the
words. He loved watching her fight with him. Maria reached up with her hands and put her arms around his neck.
"Well, what do you want it to mean?" Maria purred into his ears. Her body pressed dangerously close to Michael's.
Michael allowed his hands to caress her lower back as he leaned down to take her neck in his mouth, gently suckling
on her collarbone. Maria moaned in pleasure. Michael directed Maria onto the couch in the back and laid down on top
of her. Maria loved the feeling of his weight on hers, and every ounce of her body burned against his. Maria grabbed at
the thin t-shirt Michael was wearing. She wanted to feel his chest against hers. Maria roughly grabbed the shirt and flung
it over her head. The t-shirt hit the lamp on the table behind them but Michael and Maria were so engrossed in their two
bodies that they didn't even register the crash of the lamp as it fell onto the floor.
Out in the front of the Crashdown, however, were two humans and two aliens who did hear the crash. This time they
didn't hesitate to run back. Liz and Max reached the door mere seconds before Alex and Isabelle, but this time no one
knocked or hesitated because there was no way in hell that they were going to lose their friends again! At least not so
soon anyway!
All four pairs of eyes wished that they had knocked. Isabelle had already seen an eyefull of Maria and Michael in
dreams, and of course Liz felt a sense of deja vu tingling over her. Max and Alex now understood Isabelle's trauma
from the night before. The last thing that the two boys wanted to see was Maria grabbing Michael's ass, as Michael
kissed down her shoulders to her breasts.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Max and Alex startled Michael and Maria with their screams and they quickly pulled away from
each other. But something in that scream opened up a simulataneous flood of memories for both Maria and Micahel, or
maybe with all the little hints they had been getting from last night and today their brains decided to share a certain
dream with them.
Maria and Michael both pushed away quickly and stared down at the floor.
*Thank God Michael doesn't know about my dream last night*
*Man Maria would die if she knew what I had dreamed about last night*
Michael walked over to the door and walked passed everyone. Calling back to Max he said, "Hey c'mon I'm starving!
Now where's a waitress to help me?"
Maria smirked, pushed everyone back out the door and changed quickly into her uniform. Well, as quickly as can be,
considering she started changing two days ago. Laughing to herself Maria went out the door to wait on her first
impatient table of the day.
The End