******
Maria was sitting at her computer, surfing the Internet, when she heard a sound behind her. She turned to see Micheal climbing through the window.
"Haven't you ever heard of a door?"
Michael shrugged, than looked over her shoulder. "What's a CandyGirl?"
"Don't look over my shoulder!"
Michael rolled his eyes. "It's not like it's porn... Is it?"
"No, it's not porn!" Maria almost yelled. "Now, did you come here for an actual reason, or did you just want to harras me about my internet habits?"
Michael looked embarrased. "Um... well, I want you to come somewhere with me."
"Michael--"
"Please, Maria," Michael almost begged, looking into Maria's eyes. Maria was surprised at what she read in his gaze. A look of vulnerbility, and maybe even... love?
"Okay."
Michael led her out the house and soon they were on their way.
"Where are we going?" Maria questioned.
Michael only smiled.
******
Maria gasped. "Oh, Michael it's perfect!"
Michael had led her to a waterfall in one of the few wooded areas in Roswell. He had set up a picnic blanket, surrounded by scented candles. In the middle of the blanket sat one red, red rose.
"There's one more thing." Michael reached under the blanket, and drew out a piece of paper. Silently, he handed it to Maria. Maria held her hand to her mouth. It was a drawing of her. It was drawn with the hands of one who loved her. It made her beautiful.
"I don't know what to say."
"Come here." Michael pulled Maria to the blanket, and drew her close to him. "The sun's about to set." He reached and pressed the play button on the CD player.
The beautiful sound of Savage Garden's, "The Best Thing" filled the air.
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
Maria and Michael sat, watching the sun set, basking in the joy of being with their one ture love. When the had set, and the beautiful colors had faded away, Michael turned to Maria.
"What the song said is ture, Maria. You're the best thing about me." Michael looked straight into her eyes, and, for once, let his guard drop, and Maria stared into the eyes of love.
Maria didn't say anything, but put her arms around Michael, and brought his head down to hers. Their lips met, not in the hot and heavy manner that they normally shared, but in the sweet, tender kiss of someone in love for the very first time.
End
