Disclaimer: If you looked at the last statement of my bank account, you could obviously tell that I don't own anything related to Roswell. And no offense to Wal-Mart, the wonderful store that saves all of our souls from total boredom.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my best friend Stef, who knows what it's like to act 12 when you are really almost 19.

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"You have got to be kidding, Maria."

"C'mon Michael, it's not like you have anything better to do... this is Roswell, remember... Recently voted one of the ten most boring cities to live in if you're under 30."

"I may be bored, but I haven't reached the point of total insanity yet."

"Michael, please..." she gave him the puppy dog face.

He rolled his eyes. Michael knew the battle was lost. "Ok, dorkbutt, get your keys."

"Yes!" Maria did her happy dance around Michael's living room.

Michael slowly put on his shoes. He didn't want to admit the fact that he was whipped. Why did these Earth girls have to be so darn cute? Especially the one with the golden curls?

*****

Michael tried to pull his jean jacket over his head. "I can't believe I'm here." he said with great disdain.

"I can't believe you are doing that in public!" She whacked him on the back of the head. "I know that all males are inherently immature, but can you try to progress above the age of 5? Please? For me?"

Michael pulled his jacket down. "Yeah, sure...whatever."

"Michael, going to Wal-Mart is not the end of the world!"

"Well, it isn't macho."

"And since when do you care, spaceboy?" she said, hands on her hips.

He had to admit she had him there. "Ok. Let's have fun... I guess..."

"That's the spirit! Let's go look at the toys!"

"And you say I haven't progressed since the age of 5? Why don't we just buy you a new Barbie doll?"

"Would you rather go buy Power Rangers underwear?" Maria asked, and started to head toward the clothing section.

Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the toy department.

***

Michael poked one of the Furbys on display. "I doubt that aliens actually look like that," he said, crinkling his nose at the creature.

"You never know- they could! In fact, maybe that is the true you!" She teased.

"I don't think so!"

"Yeah, it would be so great. I could put you on my dresser, pat your head every morning."

"No way. Never will I look like a Furby."

"Look at that!" Maria cried, her attention gained by another object

"Look at what?" cried the clueless Michael.

"My Little Ponies, you goombah!" Maria picked up a small purple one and smacked Michael with it. "I used to have tons of these when I was little. But Mom made me sell them." Her eyes grew blurry.

"Maria, it's a plastic horse. Isabel used to have a ton of them, but Max and I used them to practice our powers. Man, you should have seen the way those little pony bits flew through the air. It was great!!"

"Michael, this is a very serious matter," she said with a grim look on her face.

"It's a toy, Maria- a t-o-y...."

"Never come between a girl and her ponies." Maria glared.

Five minutes later, Michael was carrying two ponies- the purple one for Maria and a pink one she insisted would make a perfect gift for Isabel. Was there nothing Maria wouldn't make him do?

Then something caught his eye. He reached down and grabbed the small red bucket.

"Michael, isn't that juvenile?" he was imediately questioned.

"Nope. Sidewalk Chalk is a classic cure for the weekend blues. And besides, I'm not the one who is buying plastic ponies..."

"Whatever." It was Maria's turn to be indifferent.

"We are getting this....and I know the perfect place to use it." Maria knew that gleam in his eye could only mean trouble.

"Is there nothing that Michael couldn't get me to do?" She wondered, as they headed toward the check out.

***

Three hours later their masterpiece was complete. Little Green Aliens, Yellow Stars, smiling faces, rainbows, cars, and different colored camels decorated the sidewalk. They stood up together and smiled at the job well done.

***

Liz found Maria at her locker before first period.

"Did you hear what they did to Valenti's sidewalk? It's the biggest prank in Roswell."

Maria scooted in closer beside Liz. "I didn't hear about it, I did it."

"What?" Liz exclaimed.

"Yep. With Michael last night."

Liz just looked at her.

"What? We were bored!"

"I suppose you were the one who added the tagline 'Kyle's a Loser'."

"It was Michael's idea!"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

They playfully bickered on their way to lunch. But a sight there made Maria's eyes tear up.

On the picnic table where they usually sat, there was a red sidewalk chalk heart with pink letters that read:

MD
+
MG

Who said sidewalk chalk couldn't be romantic?

"Meet me in the eraser room later, loverboy," she said as she sat down next to Michael.

"What?" she said as everyone smirked at her. "Don't chalk and erasers go together?"

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