| 2 days later 'Roswell, finally after 2 years,� Miranda thought to herself when she passed the city limit. She was tired and worn out, she couldn't wait to check into a motel and take a LONG shower, but before that she had to turn her car in at the local auto shop. Her car was the bomb but the long drive had left some marks on it as well as on Miranda. She drove around town for a little sightseeing when she finally spotted an auto shop. 'Not a first class one but it would have to do,' she thought to her self as she drove into the shop. ********* Kyle was relieved. Just two more hours and he was free for an entire weekend. Life was good. He'd just put the last wrench back on its place when a crimson red BMW M3 cab rolled into the garage. Kyle's first thought was 'NOOOOOO' but his brain erased that thought when he saw this hot piece of machinery roll into his garage and onto his lap. He was just about to touch the hood when he heard: "Ah, ah, ah, don't touch cowboy" Kyle looked up and saw a dark haired girl step out of the car. Her eyes were hiding behind a pair of sunglasses. Kyle's eyes traveled further down her body. She was wearing a short; gray T-shirt and a pair of low-cut jeans. The text on her T-shirt said 'HOT ALIEN BLAST'. 'There was no mistake there,� Kyle thought. The owner looked just as hot or maybe more then the car itself. When Kyle looked up at the girls face again, he was brought back from his thoughts. She was checking him out as well. Obvious he must have been drooling. 'By the love of Buddha,' he thought and then said: "Ahh�welcome to Pick�s�uhh�Dick�s�uhh�I mean Rick�s Garage" Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Uhh�thanks,� she said. 'This is going to be fun,' she thought. "What can I do for you?" Kyle asked trying to sound professional. "Well, what you could DO for me is to get the man in charge around here," she said. "That would be me," Kyle answered. "Right!?!�in that case," she started seductively, "To take care of my car for me. You see I've been on a long�hard�and not to mention it, HOT trip and I need you to freshen my car up," she said totally satisfied with her choice of words. She then took off her glasses and stared Kyle right in the eye. Kyle swallowed hard. "And that would be?" he asked, little nervous. "Well, are you ready?" she asked. "Fire away," he answered. She took one more look at him and the started talking: "In that case, I need you to change the oil, fill the tank, check the tire- pressure and make sure that it is 2,5 psi, change the airfilter and it needs new brake-pads which you have to order from England�did you get all that or do you need to write it down?" she asked when she was done. 'A hot girl, who knew everything about cars�Thank you sweet Buddha,' Kyle thought. He smiled and said: "Nope, got it the first time," Kyle replied. 'Flirting not bad, confident,' she thought. "Ok then, I will pay cash up front and while you�re on it, don't forget to wax the car" she said and took out her wallet. "Sure thing" he said while he thought 'go for it Valenti'. "So, you just got to Roswell?" he asked. "Is it that obvious?" Miranda asked, annoyed. "Yeah, kind of," Kyle answered. "Really" "Well if I had seen you around before, I would definitely remember you," Kyle said and leaned against the wall. "Is that so?" Miranda asked seductively. "Ehhee, yes it is, infact, I'm getting off in about two hours. If you want to stick around Id love to show you around town" 'Good, not half bad. He's smooth, I�ll give him that,' she thought. "Ahh Kyle" she said after seeing his nametag. "As tempting as that sounds, I'm gonna have to turn you down�but I would like to pay you�how much do I owe you?" Kyle pulled out his calculator and pushed in some numbers. "About 800 dollars�and your phone number" "Kyle�" she said moving towards him seductively so finally he was pinned between her and his locker. "That's my name,� he said with a big smile on his face. "Here you go," she said and handed him the money. "As for my phone number, I'm not listed yet" "And another thing," she continued. "I love my car and if you as much as leave a scratch on it, I will personally make sure you can never have any kids, got it?" Kyle just stood there with his mouth hanging open. His heart was beating a mile a minute. "Kyle, am I getting through to you?" she asked irritated. "Yes ma� m" Kyle said and swallowed. "Do I look old to you?" she asked and moved a little closer. "Yes ma� m�I mean no ma�m�I mean�" Kyle rambled. "Don't call me ma� m," Miranda said to him. "Yes m�yes" Kyle said but was interrupted. "Kyle" "What?" he asked. "Breathe," she said and waited for him to take a breath. "I will take good care of your car," Kyle said after taking a few long breaths. "Thought you might say that," she answered satisfied and backed away from him and went over to her car. "Do you know where I can find a hotel of some kind?" she asked Kyle as she opened the trunk of her car and pulled out her suitcase. "Yea, the Roswell inn. It's right across the town square," Kyle said and watched as Miranda drew her finger along her dusty car and then threw her car keys at him. "See ya later babe," she said putting her glasses back on and started walking out of the garage. "Yeah sure," Kyle answered. Miranda turned around and looked at him with a smile on her face and said: "I wasn't talking to you�" and then she left the shop. ************* Miranda unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside. She took a quick glance of what would be her "temporary" home for the week. The room was shaped in form of a square with a window and a door leading to the bathroom. In the room there was a queen-sized bed, a TV and a closet. It wasn't much but it would have to do. She put her bag on the bed and started to unpack it. When she was finished she pulled out her PJ�s, a pair of black silky boxers and a sleeveless shirt. She laid them down on the bed along with a pair of black panties. She then striped out of her clothes and went into the bathroom and started to shower. When she stepped into the shower and felt the warm water hit her skin, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Miranda closed her eyes and let the water drops pour over her, washing away the last mark of the long ride, she felt every knot in her body dissolve into nothingness. She exhaled for what it seemed like the first time ever since that horrible day in her fathers study. ****FLASHBACK**** "DAD!" she yelled, "DAD, what do you mean by that?" "Miranda," he said, still not looking her in the eyes. She held her breath in horror, terrified of the part that was coming next. "What do you mean, I'm not like others?" she screamed. "How dare you? I'm you're daughter for Christ sake!" "So, you're not my daughter," said the animal. "Maybe not biologically, but you are my dad. I know I'm adopted, you and mom told me that a long time ago," Miranda said. "Look Miranda," her father said in a strict tone of voice. �NO, you look, I am not different, I am not," her voice started to fade away "I am�not�dad?" she begged. Miranda tried to gain control over herself despite the tears that was rolling down her face. "Oh Miranda," her father said and started walking towards her, that was all she wanted, to be there in her fathers arms, letting him stroke her hair and take the madness away but the rage took over. "NO, stay away from me," she yelled. "Miranda, please!" her father pleaded with her. "Please, your my father! You kept files on me, ON ME!" she screamed. "What the hell was I suppose to do, Miranda?" her father asked. "What would you have wanted me to do, huh�just let it go? I needed to know�why you�" "Why I what, dad? Don't you think that I have asked myself the same questions all my life? Why I didn't get chickenpox like everyone else or that I can change my ketchup to mustard?" Miranda screamed on the top of her lungs. "Dammit Miranda!" her father yelled at her while grabbing her shoulders. "What do you want me to do? What did you expect me to do?" "How about love me?" ****END OF FLASHBACK**** Miranda sank to the shower floor, she pulled up her knees against her body, letting her tears be washed away by the water that had once been warm and now was cold. As she sat there on the floor crying like a child with just one question going round and round in her head. "Why couldn't he just love me?" TBC |
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