Kyle Valenti groaned and lifted his heavy head inch by inch as it screamed at him to put it back down. His mouth felt like it was filled with vodka-soaked cotton. Getting plastered on a school night had its disadvantages...the daylight streaming in the window was murder. He had no desire to get out of bed. Especially when he looked at who else was in it. She looked damn fine all soft and naked...and she'd been damn fine last night. He'd seen stars. He'd definitely exploded. His stomach lurched as he stared at her dark lashes making shadowy crescents on her cheeks. He remembered her long blond hair brushing every part of his body...

He had to puke.

He nearly fell to the floor as he stumbled from the bed and headed for the bathroom at breakneck speed. Moments later, green and empty, he leaned his forehead against the cool porcelain of the commode. His bleary, bloodshot eyes focused and refocused.

"Oh. Holy. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

His panicked shouts fell on deaf ears. When he returned to the bedroom even faster than he'd left it....the bed was empty. Isabel Evans was gone.

Alex Whitman sighed morosely as he headed down the halls of West Roswell High. Two pressing physical needs had arisen since first period. He needed to walk up to Isabel Evans at her locker and kiss the stuffing out of her. And he needed to pee. He knew exactly which need was going to get fulfilled. Thanks to Jolt Cola, the breakfast of champions.

"Hello, Gorgeous," he muttered as he pushed the Boy's bathroom door open and headed blindly towards the right hand urinal. There was someone at the far left one, and as male etiquette dictated, the middle was one No Man's Land. He kept his eyes fixed on the wall as he fumbled with the zipper on his cargo pants, trying to ignore the particularly gross sounds of someone else pissing and the muttered, slurred swears that accompanied the action.

"Goddamn Absolut...fuckin' A...last time...shit...shit..shit."

Drinking anything but Jolt before school was not an Alex Whitman activity. He did have that much sense. Hell, he was Sense Boy. After all, peeing was a safer choice than kissing the Ice Queen of the Roswell sophomore class, right? He went about his business and zipped back up...and it was then that his eyes fell on the cussing left-hand urinal user.

"Whitman!" Kyle Valenti's eyes were still bloodshot...and they were filled with urgent panic as they focused on him.

"K-Kyle?" he stammered.

"Whitman...have you seen Isabel?" It was a demand. A "Remember, I'm the Sheriff's son" demand.

"I-Isabel?!?!" Alex stumbled back a few steps defensively. "No...w-why would I see Isabel? Isabel and I don't talk. We're non talkers...yeah."

"Whitman..." Kyle growled in that fake Christian Slater way of his.

Then he saw it.

He looked down, breaking every Guy's Bathroom Behavior law.

It was silver. Kyle "the ultimate asshole" Valenti was silver. And it was glowing. Glowing silver. And he was looking for Isabel. Isabel and a glowing silver penis attached to a guy.

"I...I..." There was nothing to say. "I have to go die now."

The door smacked him once in the face before he finally got through it. He didn't look back. He couldn't. He had to run to the Boy's room on the other side of the building to wash his hands. And to cry.

Kyle clenched his fists and banged his head methodically on the closed door of the janitor's closet. He'd been hiding since running into Liz's geeky friend in the john. What else could he do? He'd tucked his friggin' freak cock back into his pants and run. It seemed like the only safe place.

Just like getting drunk with Her last night in his room had seemed like a safe place. Two bitter kids, not caring about anything. Just drinking and screwing. And then he'd seen the stars. He'd seen inside her. He'd been inside her. And she'd left. Like every woman in his life seemed to do. Except that the others hadn't left him with a silver surprise.

He was cursed.

He'd only come to school in hopes of finding her...in hopes of slamming her up against a wall and making her explain what she'd done to him. To make her take it back. All of it. To make him normal again. To make him stop wanting her. If there was anything worse than silver parts in general...it was a silver hard-on.

"Fuck."

Isabel Evans was an alien. His father was right. Right about Max and her and Michael. How many parts of Liz and Maria were glowing under their clothes? He really didn't care.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah, Whitman?" he growled, not getting up so the door could be pushed aside. Poor nerdy Alex Whitman. That pale, shocked face. They were both losers, though, weren't they?

"I just have one question." The words were muffled and quiet through the door.

"Spit it out." He closed his eyes.

"Do you love her?"

Blond hair trailing across his chest. Her alcohol-laced lips on his neck. Those dark, dark eyes. Her smile. Her sad, sad, smile.

Fuck. Damn. Hell.

"Yeah."

There was silence on the other side of the door for what seemed like ages. Silence in the middle of all the other people out there moving around. Then...

"You know I won't tell anyone what I saw. You can come out."

He waited till he heard the departing footsteps before he stood up slowly and opened the door. He walked out in the hallway just as Whitman turned the corner and headed off somewhere in a throng of students. He knew the kid had to be crying. He wanted to cry a little, too.

As he wandered past people aimlessly, he found himself at her locker. She stood there getting her books for Biology. Her hair was pulled up into a usual tight ponytail--he wanted to take it down. She wore a tight black mini skirt and a pink blouse. He wanted to slam her against the yellow lockers and shake her. He wanted to make a scene.

"K-kyle!" she gasped, eyes widening. One by one, her books fell to the floor.

"Isabel," he replied as coolly as possible, watching her spine stiffen. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

"F-fine. I-I slept fine." Her face was so white...so pleading.

She looked terrified and so damn classy all at once. He felt slightly vindicated. And then he lost it. "Make me glow again."

He pulled her close and kissed the stuffing out of her.