izzyalienqueen | Roswell, Thursday morning, NFB

Instead she’s almost three thousand miles away, trapped and pissed. As far as her parents know, she’s still returning to school on Sunday. She’s leaving it to Max to explain why she’s staying.

There’s no elliptical trainer, and no punching bag, so she’s left with getting some exercise the old fashioned way, running through the streets. Balancing her leg on the back of a kitchen chair, she started to stretch.

Max came in and smiled. "Morning. You-you're going for a run? I guess you kept up with that at school."

Although she was mildly tempted to show him some of the hitting skills she’d learned at school, she ignored him and switched legs.

"Look, I know you're still mad and everything, but uh, I-I really need to uh, to talk to someone."

Isabel stopped her stretches, angrily flipped the chair around, sat down and glared.

Max had the decency to look a bit embarrassed. "Well, it's not easy to say, but uh, especially to my sister, but uh, you know that Tess and I have been getting along and talking and last night, we...things...something came up between us...something happened.

"You slept with her?!" Isabel exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"Wow," Isabel said snidely as she mockingly applauded. "Congratulations, Max. You lost your virginity."

"Iz..."

She stared at him, unable to believe he was looking to her for understanding. "Oh gee, I'm sorry. Were you looking for some sort of comfort or sympathy before you went off and washed her dried sweat from your body? Or hey, did you guys do it in the shower?"

"We didn't plan it, alright? It just happened. I'm feeling a little weird about it right now and...I'm just hoping..."

She got up from her chair and shoved it away. "Well you were wrong Max. I don't care about your morning after anxieties, or your delicate feelings, because my feelings sure as hell don't matter to you!"

Turning on her heel, she slammed out the back door.

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode Baby It’s You.]