Author: Alea
E-mail: Wiccan6275@aol.com
Distribution: Alea’s Roswell Domain, anyone else that wants it, just send me the URL for the site it’s going to be on
Spoilers: none that I can think of
Rating/Classification: PG-13 for the whole story, PG for this part
Disclaimer: I do not own Micheal, Maria or anyone else in Roswell land, I’m just borrowing them and twisting them for my own use.
Feedback: yes, yes, yes! Please! This is the first Fanfic I have ever written and I would like to know what you people think of it.
This was written for a challenge from one of the Michael and Maria lists I am. The challenge is the following:
- One of the aliens gets a job at a fast food restaurant an d has to dress up in some sort of costume...like a chicken suit, or a giant hot dog... or an alien costume!
- Alex and Isabel play a risqué game of truth or dare
- Maria and Michael get caught in a compromising position...by Kyle
- Max gets a job as a male model
- Liz gets some sort of makeover that is completely opposite from her personality..something extreme like green hair and piercings

PART 1

Max, Michael, Isabel and Alex were sitting in their booth when Maria showed up for her shift. She caught Michael’s eye and smiled. Ever since that major heatwave last week, they hadn’t been able to stay away from each other.
Liz walked out of the back room, “Hey Maria! Why are you so early? Your shift doesn’t start for another half-hour.”
Maria took a deep breath. They were going to love this. “I have an idea!”
Everyone groaned. Another one of Maria’s ideas.
“I think,” she said, “that we should go on a vacation to Florida!”
Isabel snorted. “Yeah, us and what money?”
“Well, that’s the second part to my plan. I think that we should all get jobs. You know, to pay for the cost.”
She looked at them. They sat, thinking for like two seconds before Liz said, “ok. I do need a break from all this FBI stuff. I’m in”
“Me too. I have a friend that lives in Florida.
Max looked at Isabel, who nodded. He looked at Michael, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off Maria since she came in. “O.K. we’re in.” Max said.
“Great!” Maria exclaimed, “but there’s still the whole job thing. I think we should make having a job fun. I think we should pick out of a hat...”
Isabel interrupted, “Me and Alex have to go. Right Alex?”
“Uh, yeah,” he said, nodding his head, “we’ll pick each other’s jobs.”
“Yeah.”
With that, they left.
“Ookay. I guess that leaves us four.” Maria said but was interrupted again.
“Wait, Maria. We already have jobs,” Liz said.
“That’s the next part of my plan. Because we already have jobs, we do not need another job…”
“Wait,” Michael protested, “we can’t be the only ones getting a job! It was your idea!”
“Will you let me finish? I know it wouldn’t be fair, that’s why I think that Liz and I could get a job working a couple of hours on Sunday, or on our days off. We would only have to work for about a month, or until we have enough money, Then we can quit. Unless, of course, you liked your jobs, then you could stay. Sound good?” Maria’s smile lit up the room. Liz laughed. When Maria put her mind to something, nothing was able to get her down.
“But Maria,” Liz started expressing her worries, “We already work a lot, now we’ll be working like 6 days a week. That is a lot. Do you think we can do it?”
“Of course we can. We could tell them that we could only work a couple of hours a day.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted.” She looked at Liz, who looked back at her sheepishly. “I think we should have fun with these jobs.” She went into the backroom. She came back out minutes later with a box and a piece of paper. They watched as she ripped the paper into four strips. She handed them each a slip and a pen. “Okay, put your name on the paper, fold it three times, and put it into the box. We’ll each pick a name, and who’s ever name you pick, you get to pick their job.”
Liz looked at Max and smiled, which Maria saw, “and don’t think of putting and creases or wrinkles on it, just so a certain someone can get you,” she said eyeing Max and Liz, suspiciously.
Michael smirked. “Don’t worry, honey, I won’t.”
Maria blushed, “Just write your names down.”
They wrote their names down and put them in the box.
“Now each person pick a piece.”
Michael picked first. He got Liz. He picked her to work at Fun and Wacky Hair. Liz paled.
Then the rest of them went. Maria got Max, Max for Michael, and Liz got Maria. They picked each other’s jobs: Max-male model, Michael and Maria- after school janitors.
After everyone left, Maria went to put on her uniform and thought about what had happened in less that two hours. Her and Michael? Janitors! This was going to be interesting.

TBC

So? Do you like the beginning?

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