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A/N; So guys schools turned it's ugly head on me once more but don't fret! The next update might be a tad late but it will be happening! I'd answer FB but I've got a test tomorrow . I love you guys so enjoy ! Song used : Lifehouse - Breathing.

"Maria, Maria wake up. It's 12 and I've got to go to work. Come lock the door." Amy shook her daughter awake.

"Mmm," she grumbled and slowly got out of bed. She had a late night yesterday; Michael had met her mom who came home around 1:00. Amy insisted that he stay but she shook his head and walked home.

It wasn't odd that he walked home by himself, but Amy still got worried so she walked him towards his trailer park. He muttered a thank you to her and walked into his so called home.

When Amy came back she told Maria that Michael was welcome anytime, all the time.

"Ok there's money for pizza in the cookie jar. I'll be home late, I love you." Amy called from her car then drove off. Maria grumbled, locked the door and walked back upstairs.

Her bed was amazing.

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"Liz! Honey daddy's going to work you want to come downstairs or you want to stay and sleep?" Mr.Parker asked his only daughter. Liz had been a miracle child. Nancy and he had been trying so long to conceive and finally on Nancy's 29^th birthday, a gift was given. She was pregnant.

"Mmm…"The sleeping child murmured, "I'll come down and help. But I want strawberry pancakes for breakfast." She added.

Jeff chuckled and smoothed his daughters hair before leaving, "Ok pumpkin. Nancy, set aside strawberry pancakes!" He called out as he came down the stairs.

"It's slow today but it is the afternoon," Nancy informed her husband while giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Is she coming?"

"Yeah she's coming." He said fixing his apron. A customer arrived in the café; Nancy moved forwards but was stopped by a hand. "I got this honey."

"Mommy," Liz said rubbing her eyes, "can I eat now?"

She grabbed her child and chuckled, "Of course honey."

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"Mr.Bojangles," Mr.Whitman hummed the old song as he walked into his house. Ah, finally a weeks worth vacation. It was needed.

"Honey, I'm home!" He called and dropped his suitcase to the side. "Alex? Buddy?"

"Dad!" He ran downstairs and hugged his father, Mrs.Whitman entered from the kitchen, "Hello dear."

"Dad guess what, I made a friend. Not just a friend, a best friend. She says I'm weird and funny. But she also says I'm loyal and, rel-." He stopped and looked at his mom, "Mom what was the word she used again?"

"Reliable sweetie."

"Yeah, that. Her name's Maria."

"That's great bud! I'm so proud of you, why don't you go in the kitchen and I'll come follow." He patted his sons' back and waited until the coast was clear.

"A friend?" He whispered to his wife.

"Yeah, she's exactly what he needs. He's repressing less of his emotions, it's slow but it's a start. I was losing hope John."

"Martha, he'll do fine. I know it, no matter what he's been through, he can do it. And the girl? What about her, how is she?"

"Ask your son himself, he won't stop talking about her."

They entered the kitchen and while Mrs.Whitman made lunch, Mr.Whitman and his son caught up on all lost time.

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"Daaad! Dad come on the game is gonna start soon!" Kyle yelled from the couch. There was a college game getting repeated in 15 minutes. His dad was always late.

"I'm coming; I had to get something for our game." He said entering with two root beers floats and popcorn in the other.

"Yes!" Kyle said grabbing the root beer carefully from his fathers' hand, "it's starting soon!"

Mr.Valenti looked at his son, ever since Kyle's mother had run out on them he had tried to make his sons' life as normal as possible.

Whatever normal was.

Kyle had changed; he'd been more distrusting of others around him. Around girls he tried to bring them down so that he could feel safe.

The sheriff sighed inwardly, his son had to find inner peace and he just hoped he could help him find it.

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Michael opened his eyes; it had been an interesting night. Him and Maria argued all night and Amy threatened them by saying if they didn't shut up she'd skin them alive.

Whatever that meant.

He brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen; he opened his fridge and squinted inside until his eyes adjusted to the morning light.

He took out cereal and ate quietly; Hank wasn't going to be here until Monday evening. The "house" was at peace until then. Finishing his cereal he dropped it in the sink and changed his clothes.

Today Michael Guerin was going to go on an adventure. Where it would take him, where he would end up, who knew?

He certainly didn't.

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"Izzie, honey wake up it's 12." Her mom shook her awake.

"It's 12! Mom, I have to be at the ma-." She shot up.

"You have to be at the mall for that event. What was it again?" Her mom finished off.

Isabel jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom. As she was brushing her teeth she called out to her mom, "It's an autograph signing from fashion models mom!"

"Honey, you're 10 years old. What's the need, don't you want to watch cartoons?" Her mom leaned against the bathroom door.

"No mom! That's for babies, cartoons are so…childish. Besides I have to be there, the girls and I have to see the newest creations!"

Diane sighed, she was only 10.

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"And that is an ancient aboriginal artifact; it's dated back to over 300 years. It brings peace and harmony to the household." Amy said showing a pendent to her customer.

"Hmm, how much? Lord knows I need peace and harmony in my house since my wife won't stop screaming at me." He chuckled to himself as he took out his wallet.

Amy chuckled slightly and rolled her eyes. Men, so typical. "Well, maybe your wife would appreciate the wonderful gift." She said trying hard not t o clench her teeth and lose her smile.

The man didn't seem to notice her sarcasm; he tipped his hat and went off his way. Amy turned and leaned against the counter, in a month this will all be over. Maria never liked this town anyway.

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Maria opened her closet and took out her guitar, she felt in the mood for some music. And what better music then her own?

She strummed the guitar but didn't sing, her voice didn't come out. She just kept strumming; the words would come to her one day. She knew it, but for now.

She was going to strum away.

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Michael looked up at the sky, clear blue and filled with possibilities, hopes, dreams.

Yeah right. He sat on the rock and stared out into the sky. He always came to this place, his sanctuary. He called it rocky point.

He hated being hopeful, it was frightening. Getting all excited for something then in the end, it gets taken away from you. What was the use?

He was only hopeful for one thing, getting out of this town. It was going to happen, it had to happen. It was all he ever asked for on Christmas.

Not that he believed in that baby stuff anyway. He picked up a rock and threw it across the lake.

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After the signing, the models held a show for the audience, it wasn't big but to it had something to do with fashion. And where there was fashion, there was Isabel.

"Wow, Isabel look at that! Is that cool? Is that fashionable?" Renee stared at Isabel until she received her answer.

Why can't you girls think for yourselves? "No, that's gross. Those colours don't even go." She dismissed.

"Yeah, I never liked it either." A voice piped up from the back. Isabel sighed but quickly regained her posture. No need to be irritated, people just need guidance. Besides what queen was happy all the time?

She was about to leave when the next model came out, Isabel was stunned. The girl looked flawless. She looked…perfect.

I'm going to be her. I am going to be her.

"Isabel, is that one tacky?"

"No."

"I liked it too." The voice in the back said again. Isabel sighed and looked at here group, she didn't even know half these girls names.

"Listen, to be a queen you have to make your own decisions. You have to think for yourself." She turned back and gave her attention to the show.

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"That'll be $30.50 please." Liz looked up at the customer who couldn't stop gushing at how small she was.

Impressed by her mental math ability he gave her two 20 bills. "Here, I want 10 nickels, a one dollar bill, one five-dollar bill and 12 quarters."

Liz looked up at him, he was challenging her, she smiled. "Ok." He had given her $40 in total, and 40-30.50 would equal too...

"9.50. And, here you go. 10 nickels, is 50 cents. One dollar plus 5 is six dollars with an additional 12 quarters in which every four quarters are one dollar, turns out to be nine-fifty." She smiled and placed the change in his hand.

The customer glanced at his hand then the Liz. "You missy, are one impeccable child. Here," he gave her two dollars. "It's a tip."

She looked down at the money and smiled her biggest smile, "Thank you sir."

--

Alex lay on his bed, carefully scratching his brow without losing his pencil. He had been bored so he just took out his book and started to write down songs.

He sighed as he erased another line furiously. Why wasn't he getting anywhere? He knew why, he was lacking inspiration. Without inspiration his songs were just mere words that held no meaning.

He closed his eyes and did what always seemed to work. Think about the one person you'd love to see smiling.

Isabel

And the words flew out of his fingers, they sounded right. They sounded real, they held meaning. He heard the beat in his head and quickly jotted that down as well.

He ignored hand cramps and furiously erased any mistakes. This had to be perfect. 15 minutes later, Alex stared at his completed song. Well it wasn't complete just yet; he needed someone to play it. To sing it.

He stared at the lyrics and a small smile came to his face, it described exactly how he felt and thought about Isabel. Although he was still young, he knew he loved her. She wasn't so cold on the inside, she just needed someone to understand and he would be that person.

'Cause I am hanging on every word you say

And even if you don't want to speak tonight

That's alright, alright with me

'Cause I want nothing more than to sit

Outside your door and listen to you breathing

Is where I want to be

It was perfect, and it was everything he wanted to say to her. Maybe one day he would and she'd open up to him, maybe one day he could finally wipe her tears away because he knew, no matter how strong she seemed on the outside. She was vulnerable on the inside.

Maybe one day, he could tell her he loved her ever since the third grade.

Maybe, just…maybe.

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Maria got up off her bed and put her guitar away. The beat was stuck in her head so she wrote it down, she didn't feel like writing lyrics to the song just yet. It took her time to find just the right meaning for her song. What was it going to be, loving, fun or just random?

She sighed and stretched her arms. She had time to watch cartoons, Scooby doo was going to come on in the next 10 minutes. She went downstairs and climbed on the couch. As she was flipping through the channels the beat went through her head. Maybe someday she'd be able to just stick with a beat while her music partner helped her come up with good lyrics.

Maybe someday she'd be rich enough to tour around the world.

Maybe someday she could dedicate a song to her fans.

Maybe…just maybe.

emadaps : yeah she's moving, and don't worry , Alex isn't long forgotten yet love . and thankyou! I'm glad you like my writing

valentinebaby : Lifehouse (L), Alex's personality, hm here's a hint, just watch his personality more carefully .

madhaj01: Maria does have her mom but since Amy's always out she's def learning how to be on her own and Michael, well Hank's not the brightest bulb in the sea . And thankyou love !

April: Thanks love, and yeup she's leaving. you'll know why soon enough . And, don't you love these kids, they're freaking awesome.

iamspacegirl23 : Don't think I've seen you around the boards so WELCOME sweetie! And thanks I'm glad you like! Max and Tess haven't been introduced and since this is a long fic it might be a while until they show their face .

A/N: btw uber love this song, check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYvs5MaZkLA&feature=channel_page




The weeks of June flew by and soon enough it was the second last day of school. Ms.Topolsky was handing back past assignments and tests. The amount of work they had completed in just one month had its' own separate pile and was about to fall off of Maria's desk.

"I swear, the amount of homework we get should be like triple the time we get for recess." She babbled to Alex. He nodded and organized his piles, Maria frowned. Something was off, usually Alex would say something chirpy or motivating but he was stone faced. If she hadn't known better, she'd think he and Michael were best friends.

Now that would be odd.

"Alex," she turned around in her chair so that she was facing him, "what's wrong?"

He looked up from his papers and just shrugged. "Nothing." Then he did something Maria hadn't seen him do all day. As if she had never asked him the question in the first place, he smiled. "Nothing at all. I'm having a great day!"

Maria nodded slowly; he'd tell her what was wrong. He always did. She trusted Alex, she trusted him a lot. Ever since that day she finally told him about her dad he didn't judge, he didn't laugh and most importantly he didn't think any different of her. He didn't give her pity.

He didn't think she was any less strong.

She turned back in her seat and looked at the newly stocked papers on her desk, great more filing. She glanced over to Michael's desk, hell she'd only been here for a month and still she had more papers on her desk then him! She leaned over, he got an A+?

"Woah, good job." She said as she folded her papers. Hm, A+ on her test, mom was going to definitely take her out tonight.

Michael glanced up at her, "I don't need your pity."

She rolled her eyes, "Listen poophead, that wasn't pity."

He was shocked by her sudden outburst, "Shut up dorkbutt."

Her eyes flashed, "Moron."

"Ditz."

"Loser face."

"Tard."

"Curl freak."

"Electro boy."

"Lame-o."

"Loser."

"Weirdo."

"Crazy Kid."

"Smelly Skunk boy!"

"Crazy Pixie Girl!"

"Yucky Boy!"

"Stinky Girl!"

"Geek boy!"

"Nerd Girl!"

"Moronic Torpedo!"

"Hah!" He said, "You said moron twice, you lose. Loser."

"Don't call me a loser, geek." She filed her papers once more. Great loser boy is making her bag heavier.

"I call 'em like I see em." He stuck his tongue out.

"Well then you must not see yourself very often then do you." She stuck her tongue out back at him.

"I see myself enough, I'm so much for handsomer then you. Hairy girl."

"Dirty Boy."

"Bird Brain."

"At least I have one!"

"Yeah too bad you don't use it!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Smelly Boy!"

Kyle turned around in his seat, "Would you two just SHUT UP?"

They both looked at him then looked back at each other.

"Ugly Girl!"

"Crazy Puke Boy!"

"Class may I have your attention please?" Ms.Toposlky stood in front of the class and slowly all chatter stopped. "Thank you, please give all your attention to Mr. Adler, he has to present someone in our class with an award!"

The principal walked in with a colourful sheet in his hands. "This year has been very exciting grade 5's especially for you. You're graduating tomorrow and going on to middle school. I hope you guys have a wonderful experience there; you have your whole life ahead of you. Now, the reason for me being here was to congratulate this very important someone. He's worked hard all this month, pulling up his grades. I'm proud to call up and congratulate, Michael Guerin!"

The class turned to stare at Michael. It was silent until Alex slowly started clapping, soon Maria joined and then the whole class started clapping for Michael. He looked around everywhere to avoid the gaze of his peers. He took the paper from his principal and mumbled a thank you.

"Woohoo Michael!" A voice called out from the back of the class. Michaels' face reddened as he mumbled another thank you and walked quickly back to his seat. Once he sat down Maria leaned over her desk to see his certificate. "That would look better if it had my name on it. But good job. For a dork loser."

He smiled inwardly, she wasn't going to give him that much. "It's better then being a bird brain."

"Towel Boy!"

"Whompy Girl!"

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Amy was restocking shelves until she heard someone enter her store, she frowned. It was noon and the place was pretty dead.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She said brushing off any dust from her jeans. He was tall, sparkling blue eyes, firm jaw and was dressed in a business suit.

"Hi, my name is Mr.Whitman, I own Whitman incorporated and I've been hearing you're in the mood to make a deal regarding the status of your store?"

Amy nodded, she knew Whitman. It was familiar. Wait, Whitman could it be Alex? "I'm sorry but are you Alex's father?"

He nodded slowly then it hit him. "Maria's mom?"

"Amy," she smiled and stuck her hand out. "Glad to meet you."

"Feeling's mutual, your daughter has been wonderful with my son. Thank you." He said genuinely. Amy shook her head; it was just how Maria was. One time they bought an old couch, Maria complained about it. She said it was too broken.

Within a week they fixed it up and it looked brand new. Maria learnt a lesson that day, nothing broken can't be fixed. "Well Mr.Whitman shall we discuss business? Please follow me into my office." She took him to the back room and he was surprised. It didn't even seem like an office, it was more like a lounge. She sat on the couch and brought him a chair.

Once they got adjusted he opened his briefcase and took out documents that covered nearly the entire coffee table. Amy picked one up, "And this would be?"

"Legal sharing papers. These states that once the store has been bought, 30% of the sales will be issued to your door. If you want I can bring a lawyer and make sure there aren't any bad loopholes."

Amy caught that. "Once Mr.Whitman?" She chuckled; well he was a business man. "30%?"

"Once the store, sales will still be coming in and we at the Whitmans' want to make sure that you egt what's rightfully yours."

"Hm," Amy said, "and you wouldn't mind if I called my lawyer to make sure the deal's legit?"

"I'd be disappointed if you hadn't."

"Hm, and these?" She pointed to another document. It was hard to keep track what was what. "Supplies?" Documents were weird.

"Well, the supplies will be shipped from of course the place you have been previously ordering your materials and items from-."

"I make these myself Mr.Whitman, along with my staff and sometimes Maria. But since there's a document on it, my only request is that you order from the company I choose and the materials I choose."

"Agreed Mrs.Deluca." He nodded. This was going better then he expected.

"Hm, what if say I came back to Roswell and wanted to have my claim on the store once more? IS there anyway I'd be able to do so?" She said handing him a document then picking up another. These were good.

"Ah, spoken like a true business woman. Mrs.Deluca, this document," he switched her documents with yet another paper, "states that if the previous owner returns she and the present managing company may be partners. Distributing the finance evenly among all staff."

Amy nodded, "Well Mr.Whitman, you'll have your answer tonight. If you don't mind I will take these documents to my lawyer." She collected the papers and stood up. "It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr.Whitman."

"And it was wonderful meeting the mother of the daughter who's changed my sons' life." He shook her hand, grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Amy stared at the papers once more, could she give it all up? Could she pack up and leave again? It was getting harder each passing year to convince Maria this was good for her. That the move was just what they needed.

Every year they packed up and moved there was always a possibility out there for something better, and Amy Deluca was going to find it.

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"Well class, I'd like to have your attention before the end of the day." It was one minute until 3 and Topolsky knew it was hard to keep a bunch of 10 year olds calm until school was out. "You guys, it's been a pleasure teaching you, you're all wonderful students. I hope your graduation is perfect and middle school is a wonderful experience." She wiped a tear away, "You children are wonderful."

Kyle yelled from a crowd, "Three cheers for Ms.Topolsky the best teacher ever!"

3

"Hip hip hooray!"

2

"Hip hip Hooray!"

"Hip, Hip..

1

The bell rang. "Hooray! The packs of children ran out of their classrooms, the school was empty within seconds. But as always, three students stayed behind on the playground.

"So, you guys doing anything for the summer?" Maria asked kicking sand slowly with her shoe while Michael sat silently on the swing and Alex stood silent.

"Guys?" The silence bothered her, something was off. "Well, I think I'm moving again." Alex perked up, his eyes following his friends' movements. He tried to read Michaels' expression but his face remained stoic.

"Well, it's not official but my mom has been coming home early and so, yeah." She said. She hated moving, why couldn't they just stay in one place?

"Ok well you two bozoheads are making me mad, I'm going home." She walked out of the playground and started walking in the direction of her house.

They didn't stop her; Alex was in too much shock to let her go and Michael…he was just Michael. The small boy turned his head to look at the troubled one beside him.

"Michael, why didn't we stop her?" Alex liked to think he and Michael were friends, the past two weeks the three had hung out with each other. He got over his fear of Michael, he was just another kid. Just troubled.

Just like him.

"Should we have stopped her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause Whitman, everyone leaves." He looked down at his feet then at his friend, "just like I am, we'll plan something for the summer. Later."

And then there was one.

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Maria walked inside her house, god! She was so mad she just dropped her bag at the front and walked into the kitchen.

She wasn't surprised to see her mother on the table, "I just had such a stupid day. Alex was quiet, and I mean dead silent not even me talking made him smile. I mean me, come on mom seriously this is ridiculous they're being such babies and Michael, oh don't even get me started on him and tomorrow's graduation and I don't even think I'm going to have fun because they're being such such such DUMBHEADS!" She yelled and slammed the fridge door.

Amy gulped, "Maria, I'm sorry you had such a bad day, maybe Alex and Michael had bad days as well? They'll probably be normal by tomorrow. And besides, tomorrow's graduation!" She added with a smile.

Maria instantly chirped, 'Oh mom can we go dress shopping?"

"Better yet, want to go get your gift?"

Maria nodded so fast it just looked like a big blonde tornado. Her previous mood forgotten she grabbed her mom's hand dragging her out the door.

She'd just have to find out they were moving after her graduation.