| "Grease?" |
| Part 5 by MajandraSoLucky |
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Disclaimer: Grease belongs to the people who made it, and Roswell belongs to the WB. Summary: A wacky Maria dream involving our favourite Roswellians back when poodle skirts and greased hair was cool, when the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies ruled supreme ... Category: Michael/Maria Rating: PG-13 Authors Note: I love feedback! Isn't Grease such a cool movie? Doesn't Michael make such a cute Danny? |
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| “Brusha brusha brusha, get the new white pana, with the brand new flavour, it’s healthy for your
teeth! Brusha brusha brusha, new enamel toothpaste, brusha brusha brusha, it kilss those grems
fast! Fast! Faster than before! I scrub”
Isabel's imitation of the toothpaste commercial was interupted by a pillow hitting her face,
aimed by Liz. Maria shook her head in total amazement. What was next, the world was gonna
explode? The day Isabel Evans imitates toothpaste commercials in pigtails, and Liz Parker acts
like a hooker hell freezes over. Simple as that. Over the course of the evening, Maria watched her self – control fly out the window. Tess, in full beauty queen mode, insisted on piercing her ears. Maria let her. Big big mistake. As Tess put the needle in her ear, she let out a high shreik, then technicolour yawned all over Tess’s bathroom. Tess quickly went back into the bedroom. Maria started to clean up the mess. “Uh, Maria?” Tess called, sticking her hand through the gap in the door. “Here your toothbrush.” “Thanks Tess, sorry to cause so much trouble.” Maria brushed her teeth, then peeked around the door to see Liz putting on a blonde wig. “That goody two shoes makes me wanna barf,” she exclaimed. Ouch, Maria thought. That stung. Then, for the 17th surpirse that evening – Liz Parker started to sing. Oh joy. “Look at me, Maria D. Lousy Ms Virginity. Won’t go to bed til I’m legally wed. I can’t! I’m Maria D. Watch it! Hey, I’m Doris Daye. I was not brought up that way …” Liz, Isabel and Tess danced around the room, all in blonde wigs. Liz danced her way over to the full length poster of Ricky Martin. “Ricky! Ricky! Let me be! Shake your bon-bon far from me! Just keep your cool, now you’re starting to droooooooool! Hey! I’m Maria D.” Maria decided this had gone on far enough. She walked into the room. “Making fun of me Liz?” she asked. Guiltily, Liz, Isabel and Tess took off the wigs. Liz met Maria's gaze. “Some people are so touchy.” ******************** “Maria, wherefor art thou Maria!” Alex yelled from where he stood in Maxs jeep, parked in Tess’s driveway. Michael pulled him down, obviously uncomfortable. In the bedroom, Liz was putting on a sweater and jeans. “What are you doing?” Tess squealed. “I’m going to get my kicks … while I’m still young enough to get ‘em!” Liz said, shinning down the drainpipe. “Hey Liz, ya doin’ that without a net?” Kyle called. She walked over to them. “None of you morons rushing over to help a lady,” Liz said. “Lady? I don’t see a lady!” Alex said. “Hey Liz,” Max said. Michael gave a disgusted snort and walked off. “Hey Max,” she answered. “Your chariot, my lady,” he said, helping her into the Jeep. “Push off, you two,” he said to Alex and Kyle. They got out, glaring at Max. Driving off to Buckley Point, Maxs car was slightly more than G rated … |
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