Dinner, Dancing & Football

Author: Sunnycouger (foolofatook_@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: You all don't honestly think that I own any of this do you? Roswell and all its characters are property of Melinda Metz and Jason Katims..I just take them out to play sometimes...The song is by Tracy Lawrence and I don't own that either...very pretty song, very country though...

Category: Kyle/Tess, Alex/Isabel, therapy, friendship, CC's

Summary: When Kyle and Tess realise that they may have feelings for each other there really is only one thing they can do. Call their friends...

Authors Notes: This fic is set in the episodes that would have followed the prom. CYN did not happen!!! This is my first attempt at anything remotely foofy so if its bad blame it on a lack of practice:)

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It was 8am Saturday morning and Alex Whitman was asleep in bed. He hadn’t got to sleep until late and despite the incessant ringing beside his bed he didn’t want to move. After a moment he removed the pillow from on top of his head and grappled for the phone beside that had been ringing for the past five minutes. This had better be good! He sighed as he began speaking…ready to lay into the caller

“Hello? Kyle...if that’s you I told you I’ll see you at 10.30! Oh…oh Isabel…it’s you…sorry.”

“Oh god I yelled at her…I yelled at her. She called me and I yelled at her! Oh god…”

“Is everything ok? I’m sorry I yelled at you I thought you were Kyle…again. Where are you? Outside? My house? Ok, I’ll be down in two minutes…bye.”

He jumped out of bed and ran to the window to see Isabel standing nonchalantly against the jeep, looking up at his bedroom window. As she saw him she gave him a slow, sexy smile. Seeing this he pinched himself hard- he had to be dreaming. Opening his eyes again and seeing that she was still there…he quickly ran and grabbed clothes to get ready.

Isabel Evans smiled as she saw him run from the window…he was so adorable. She could quite happily spend the day just watching him from afar- if she had the stalker instincts of Michael that is. The way he smiled when he was happy could melt glaciers…and the fact that he had no idea how irresistible he was just made him that little bit more attractive.

“Business Isabel…you’re here to help Tess…not yourself. You and Alex can play later…just work first- fun later!”

With that she began to gently hum as she casually played with her hair, thinking about what they should do together later.

“Thinking about something?”

“Or someone? Thinking of me?”

She turned around and saw Alex giving her a coy smile…he knew exactly what was going through her head.

“Alex? Oh god, I was…I was a million miles away…I didn’t hear you. Thanks for coming out…I know it’s a bit early but I need your help. Well, actually Tess needs my help so that’s what I want you to help me with. ”

His buoyant mood deflated a little when he heard her words. Despite the fact that she was babbling, which Isabel Evans NEVER did unless she was around him, she didn’t come to see him for the reason that he had initially thought she had come to see him for. He was looking for something more along the lines of “I couldn’t wait to see you.” Or “I want to generate some information.”

“I seem to be popular with the advice…I’m seeing Kyle in about an hour. He called me about five times last night; really nervous about a sort of date him and Tess are going out on. He said I wasn’t to mention anything to you.”

“He did, did he?”

“Silly boy Kyle…trying to get Alex to keep secrets…”

“Tess called me late last night and again at 6.30 this morning. She said the same about me telling you. I’m seeing her later…she is so nervous. It’s kinda funny.”

“So since this is a flying visit what do you need to know?”

“Umm, you “know” Kyle. What does he like? You know what did Liz use to do when she went out with him? Does he like any clothes in particular? A certain colour?”

“I bet he goes for halter necks and hot pants, sexist jerk. Hmmm, I think I’ll wear that new red top and my leather trousers tonight. He’s worked for it...”

“I don’t think she really did anything…you might be better asking her though. Of course, she might not be up for helping Tess. You should tell Tess that she should try and be herself…he doesn’t need anyone messing him around. As much as I love Liz, I know she hurt him. So maybe she should take it slow, Kyle and Tess have both been hurt. Just an idea…”

She looked at him and impulsively gave him a kiss. He was so sensitive and loveable. She couldn’t help but want to kiss him…she couldn’t help but love him.

“Wow. I um…I um thanks.”

“Thanks? For what?”

“For being you…and letting me be with you.”

“For being great, for being thoughtful, for letting me love you. For loving me back.”

She smiled and reluctantly began to walk away.

“I better go, Tess will already be running up the walls. I’ll see you tonight won’t I?”

He reached for her hand and kissed it softly. Six months ago and this wouldn’t have happened. She would have been busy with Grant and he would have been in Sweden trying to forget about her. Six months ago and they wouldn’t have been ready for this. Now? The timing was perfect.

“Try and stop me. I’ll see you about 7.30pm ok? Goodbye Isabel. I’ll see you later.”

With that he helped her into the jeep and she drove of. He stood watching her disappear when his mother called out to him that there was someone on the phone for him. He looked up at the sky in exasperation…it had to be Kyle. He silently swore to himself before walking in the house. As he picked up the phone he sighed waiting on Kyle’s highly-strung voice.

“Hi Kyle. Yes, I’m up. Sure, you can come ‘round just now. No, of course I didn’t say anything to Isabel. See you in twenty minutes.”

As he hung up the phone he looked at his clock- 8.35am. He sat down on his bed and closed his eyes…hoping to get five minutes of quiet. His eyes had only been closed two minutes when his phone rang again. He pretended not to hear it but after the eighth ring he picked it up.

“No Kyle, I told you…I haven’t spoken to Tess and I didn’t say anything to Isabel. Right I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

With that he picked up the phone receiver, sat it off the hook and closed his eyes. Moments later he heard the distant noise of a car door close…Kyle!

Wearily he got out of bed and replaced the receiver. Now he had to play the matchmaker between two different planetary species. One human…the other? Not…she was something else entirely...

TBC

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