#my phone says I wrote this mid-December at like 1:30am...

[suzteel]

“You’re not Isobel.”

The man at the door was handsome, in a dirty drunken sort of way. Alex could smell the liquor on him. Great.

“No, I’m not. Who are you?” He demanded.

“Michael. Isobel’s brother. Sort of. Long story. Where’s Isobel?”

Well if the man was Isobel’s brother, he probably couldn’t just slam the door in his face. “Roswell.”

“Roswell? Like New Mexico? Like aliens? Did she get abducted or something?”

“Yes, New Mexico. And there are no aliens there. She swapped houses with my friend Liz for the week.”

“She did?” The man swayed a bit in the door, looking like he was about to topple. “Damn. That must been what those missed calls where about. Not a big phone guy. Don’t check my messages enough. Listen, man. I have to whiz really badly. I’m happy to do it out here usually, but it’s hella cold tonight. Do you mind?” He’s pointing in the general direction of the guest bathroom, confirming that he knows is way around the house and is probably Isobel’s brother like he claims.

Alex supposed he could at least let the man in to pee. He opens the door further and steps out of the way.

#never going to write this so sharing with the class #my phone says I wrote this mid-December at like 1:30am... #which tracks tbh #roswell new mexico #tumblr fic #suz writes