These two scenes are just fantastic!
When Maria is warning Liz about the kinds of antics that go on in the Eraser Room, we hear concern in her voice. She's worried for her best friend's safety. Liz is not nearly as worried about it. For come reason… Which is interesting… This moment happens past her love epiphany, so I'm sure she wants a private moment with Max, even though he's made it clear that they couldn't be in a serious relationship.
Disclaimer: Written for love, not for profit. The characters do not legally belong to me. They belong to: Melinda Metz
and Laura Burns who created them, Jason Katims who developed them, 20th Century Fox Television and Regency Television who produced them and the WB and UPN who broadcasted them.
and Laura Burns who created them, Jason Katims who developed them, 20th Century Fox Television and Regency Television who produced them and the WB and UPN who broadcasted them.
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Elsewhere, Maria was reading a note that Liz had in her locker. A note from Max. It read: "Meet me in the 2nd Floor Eraser Room, 6th Period, Max". “The Eraser room, huh?” Maria thought aloud. Something about that note was terribly unsettling. Maria didn’t like where all of this was going. “Liz, do you know what the 2nd floor eraser room means?” “Of course I know what it means!” Liz said, while she was putting her makeup on. Maria’s face, however, made her question her assumption. “What does it mean?” “It’s where Greg Coleman gave Marlene Garcia that hickey the size of a softball; it’s where Richie Roher and Amanda Lourdes consummated everything...” “OK, Maria, you know what? You’re just making this into something it’s not,” Liz said, dismissing her friend’s stories about that place where everything happened, except cleaning erasers. “Liz, I don’t think you should do this. OK?” Maria insisted. “I mean, we don’t know what can happen. I mean, the guy touched you and you saw into his soul. How do we know what happens if he kisses you? How do we know what it is to be kissed by a Czechoslovakian? You don’t!” “OK, Maria, no one is kissing anyone here. I mean, Max isn’t even the least bit interested in me. You know, he said that things were just like they used to be before. Nothing’s changed.” Maria shook her head. Did Liz really believe that? “He said that,” Liz added. “Oh my God, it’s not just kissing that goes on in the Eraser Room, Liz,” Maria tried to explain. It was her last chance to keep her best friend out of trouble... The last thing Maria wanted was to see Liz hurt. “The Eraser Room does two things: cleans erasers and takes our innocence. Do you know what I mean by "takes our innocence," Liz? The Eraser Room has taken some of the best of us!” She said, before leaving, confident that her warning had taken root.
Sheriff Valenti was in his office when he heard a slight knock on the door. Agent Stevens stepped in. He didn’t bother waiting for the Sheriff to let him in. Despite the FBI agent’s suave demeanor, and denial of anything abnormal in the waitress uniform, the paper he presented as an excuse to search and remove all his files, let him know that it was indeed blood that stained the uniform. Against his best judgement, he gave his cabinet’s key to the federal agent and got up, leaving with his thermos, saying: “Make yourself at home. I’m going to lunch.” The joke’s on them, he thought, they’re not gonna have the last laugh. That’s for sure! I’m gonna find out what’s really going on here.
Through his binoculars, Michael saw Valenti coming out of the station with a strange object under his arm. I need to know how much time he will stay out, Michael thought. Only then could he know how to get in his office safely.
Back in Roswell High, in the second floor eraser room, Max did the only thing he could possibly do in there – clean erasers. The repetitive movements and the buzzing if the motor set Max’s mind free. He wondered if Liz had gotten his message and whether or not she would show up. His wish was conceded when he saw a familiar figure skulking inside through the corner of his eye. Liz closed the door slowly, as so not to attract attention and said, “So, um, this is the Eraser Room. I’ve never been here before,” Her mind was overloading with questions all the way over there. Why did he want to meet her precisely in that infamous room? Had he change his mind about things remaining ‘exactly like they used to be before’? “I just thought we should be somewhere private,” Max said. “Right.” Liz mumbled. Maybe things can change, after all, she thought as she locked the door. “You were right about Topolsky. She isn’t who she appears to be,” Max announced, crushing Liz’s hopes. “Oh.” So much for change, she mused. “She’s been using this office,” he said, referring to the one right below the Eraser Room, “so, I thought we should find out why she’s here.” Max looked at her, hoping to catch her interest. “Yeah,” she said, her hopeless dreams now absent from her voice, if not from her soul. “She has off 6th and 7th period, so we might be here a while,” he mumbled, as she peeked through the vent, realizing he had never been so close to the girl of his dreams. Can she hear my drumming heart, he mused, when she looked briefly at him.
Meanwhile, Michael was hiding behind the Sheriff’s station, pouring Tabasco sauce over a chicken leg, when he heard a noise. He looked through his binoculars and saw a man in a suit putting two boxes in his trunk. Obviously, something very serious was going on...
“OK, I’m still confused. If you crash-landed in 1947, are you really 16 or are you like 52 in a 16-year-old’s body? Or do you guys just age differently? I mean, is like 1 alien year equal to 3 human years?” Liz asked. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” Max wondered with a smile, always amazed at her thorough thought process. “Kind of,” she muttered, slightly embarrassed. “Well, we know we came out of the pods in 1989. We just don’t know how long we were there. When we came out we looked like 6 year olds.” “So were you like green?” “Green?” Max echoed, not sure he heard it right. “Before you took human form, were you 3 feet tall and green and slimy?” Liz laughed, slightly embarrassed. “You know, I’m very sorry for asking you that. It’s Maria’s question,” she quickly explained. After what Max had shown her, she couldn’t imagine any such sinister creature. Max smiled: he understood her curiosity. “No, we just always looked like this. Except for the, uh, third eye,” he said, in a deadly serious tone. He looked down at the ground as Liz casually looked over at him. “Right,” she mumbled, seeing him grabbing his shoelace and she leaned forward, staring at the back of his head, inquisitively. Max peeked over and saw Liz‘s expression as she quickly looked away. “Kidding!” He finally said, opening a smile. “Yeah, I knew you were kidding,” she said, not admitting that he had caught her red-handed. She couldn’t help laughing about it. It was a funny joke! “You’re such a jerk!” She said, shoving him playfully. A rattling noise disrupted Max’s fun and he got up, in a haste. Liz, however, didn’t seem to notice it, and continued. “So uh, you really have no idea where you’re from, like what planet, or who your people are besides Michael and Isabel?” “No idea...” He said, in a sad tone. It’s not necessarily sad, Liz thought. She tried to put the best spin on his situation. “Well, that must be kind of freeing in a way.” “Freeing?!” Max was confused, but he waited for her reasoning. “Um, well just with me, you know, my parents own the Crashdown, so everyone in town knows who I am. Like, if I so much as get a haircut, everyone seems to notice, and they have to give me their opinion on it. It kind of makes life claustrophobic.” Max smiled. He had never thought about it that way, but Liz made an excellent point. About her life, of course, but an excellent point, nonetheless. “It’s like, you know, how am I ever supposed to become whoever it is that I’m gonna become while everyone is looking? You know? Sometimes I wish I could just be invisible,” she added. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to be so invisible.” Max said. Liz was slightly taken aback by his reply, but there was a deep yearning in his eyes that she couldn’t deny nor disrespect.
WE WANT
TO BELIEVE!
WE WANT
TO BELIEVE!