Roswell, Friday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Judging by the sounds coming from the den, the MarioKart race was getting pretty intense. Isabel wondered if the guys would even notice if she didn't return with snacks and instead stayed hidden in the relative quiet of the kitchen for a while.

"Hiding?" Diane Evans asked when she came into the room.

"Possibly," Isabel admitted. "They're a little intense."

"Just a bit," her mother agreed. "But it's good to see them relaxed and having fun. Even if they do take beating a gorilla in a car race a little too seriously."

Laughing, Isabel nodded and starting dig in the freezer for ice cream. Maybe they'd settle down with food. "Thanks for letting us stay this weekend."

"Isabel, you're my daughter. You and your friends are always welcome. You know that."

"I know. Thanks mom."

With that a particularly loud and possibly anatomically impossible curse was heard from the den. Diane rolled her eyes and picked up the bottle of wine she'd gotten off the counter. "I heard nothing and I'm going to go join the adults on the deck. Don't let them break anything." With a final shake of her head, Diane fled.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You had last summer, I had one horrible spring three years ago," Isabel pointed out. "Do you think things will stop being so traumatic by the time we're sixty?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No. Because then it would be someone else's life. Mine's going to remain fairly screwed until I'm dead," Parker said frankly. "The outcome of a personality like mine combined with a family like mine. Yours is going to stay screwed because you're an alien, you're dating a magic guy, and you're the Christmas Nazi."

Why yes, Michael and Max had been shooting their mouths off.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"This is true," she admitted. "Between you riding herd on the brainiacs and me potentially having a daughter with both mine and Wyatt's powers...We're soooo doomed."

The Christmas Nazi comment didn't really bother her. Isabel had learned to embrace her mad organizational skills.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Parker said, relatively placidly, and saluted Isabel with her pop can. "Although I could miss out springs or summers like that again, but hey. We got through them. And all before we could legally drink."