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avatarscapes · 11 months ago
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pendragonsandbuckleys · 4 years ago
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Oh it felt so easy then.
My @malexsanta​ fic for @manesguerin​​, Merry Christmas Sarah!! ✨
This is the first time I’ve ever been given a prompt so I really hope I’ve done it justice. I’ve gone with the prompt ‘lost decade’ and as you may notice by the length of it, it kind of got away from me… but I really hope you like it!
[Also on AO3]
Summary: Ten years of letters filed away with such love and care into a decade old shoebox and what was it all for? 
A look at the lost decade through Michael’s eyes.
Word Count: 21,499
❄️👽🎄💌
Ten years was a long time.
Five hundred and twenty-one weeks to be filled with laughter and tears, friends and family, old secrets and new opportunities. 
Three thousand, six hundred and fifty days to get over a stupid high school crush that was never going to last.
Michael closed the door behind him, furious at the sudden emotions raging inside him. He hadn’t heard from Alex in a long time, hadn’t see him in even longer. So why was his heart racing at the mere sight of the man he once loved.
Glancing at the many whiteboards and notepads filled with scientific scribble and spaceship blueprints reminded Michael that there was so much more than just the thin wall of the airstream keeping them apart. They’d been kidding themselves to even try to make it work. They were two different people with two different lives.
His eyes wandered to the other end of the trailer. He should have thrown out the box long ago, burnt it even.
He had been so proud of the fact that he hadn’t looked inside in months, hadn’t given in to the temptation to see Alex’s delicate penmanship and carefully chosen words. He had most of the letters committed to memory, but re-reading them after a difficult day used to help calm the chaos in his mind.
It had been a long time since he’d forced himself to forget about the box and all it contained but one look at Alex and all the feelings he’d spent months suppressing had come flooding back. The feelings of hope and happiness. Of love.
He slowly walked towards the closet and crouched down to rummage through his belongings. There were a few things piled inside but right at the bottom was what he wanted.
A simple shoebox. The writing on the front was long worn away and the lid was practically falling apart but the box itself wasn’t important. He lifted the lid and a stale scent of roses immediately filled the air. His hand brushed the dried petals to the side before hesitating above the first envelope. 
Ten years of letters filed away with such love and care into a decade old shoebox and what was it all for?
September 2008
It started with the hubcaps.
Well, really, it all started seventy years ago when one innocent eyeliner wearing, music loving boy’s ancestors began a lifelong mission to destroy Michael’s family.
But those goddamn hubcaps. I mean, if he was going to steal anything from Kyle Valenti’s car it could have been something useful. His truck needed a new battery after all.
The thrill of the theft hadn’t quite overpowered the pain in his heart and a night in a cell, alone with his thoughts, definitely hadn’t helped the way he thought it would.
Ever since Alex had told him that he was enlisting, Michael had been acting weird around him. Getting into more and more fights, drinking and smoking and doing all he could to cause trouble, regardless of how much he could see it was hurting Alex.
And every time Alex begged him to get it together, Michael was reminded of the fact that the only person he had ever had feelings for would soon be leaving him. That Alex was choosing to leave him to follow in his father’s footsteps.
So he pushed Alex away. He got himself arrested all for the sake of self preservation which should have felt like a win but really all he had done was waste the last day he could have had with Alex.
It had been a few weeks since Alex had left for Texas for Basic Training and Michael hadn’t heard a single thing from him. Though he couldn’t blame him. Michael had made it very clear that their short lived relationship was over.
And maybe that’s really all it was meant to be. Maybe it was just some summer fling that meant nothing in the long run. Simply a way for two broken people to just breathe for five seconds.
And maybe it was stupid for him to believe it could have been anything more.
As he stared up at the starry night sky from the back of his truck he felt his phone vibrate inside his trouser pocket.
Another text from Isobel no doubt.
She had been trying to get in touch with him all evening. All week in fact. And he couldn’t be bothered to deal with it today.
After graduation she had been adamant that Michael wasn’t going to drift away from them. Not seeing each other just because they were no longer forced to share a classroom was not an option.
So she had taken to texting him. A lot. Mainly mundane things, little updates about her life like a job interview she’d managed to secure or a new boy she was possibly seeing. She’d always try to ask about what he was up to or encourage him to come over for dinner, but that was usually his cue to stop replying. A dead battery or no credit was his go to excuse but there’s no way she really believed him.
He just couldn’t face seeing her or Max, not yet. The horror of Rosa, Kate and Jasmine’s deaths and their decision to cover it up was still so fresh in his mind and any opportunity to not remember it was preferable. 
It was strange, thinking about it. That night was one of the worst nights of his life for two wildly different reasons.
A very personal, homophobic attack that left his hand crushed beyond repair and a triple murder that no one would ever know the real truth about. Not even the person responsible.
And while he just wanted to take his mind off the people involved in one of these for a little while, he never wanted to forget the person involved in the other.
He had no idea if he would ever see Alex again, but just hoped that he was okay. That he was happy. That he was safe. 
And that would have to be good enough for now.
November 2008
Michael’s truck jolted to a stop in the Wild Pony parking lot. 
It was earlier than he’d usually be here but the day drinking was a new thing he was trying. 
He’d been having regrets lately about not taking up the UNM scholarship. He was fully aware that he was more than smart enough to continue with his studies and yeah maybe the courses would be far more mundane than he’d like, but at least he could do something worthy with this life. But then every time he considered re-thinking his decision, his hopes were brought crashing back down to earth with the reminder of why he didn���t go to university in the first place.
He had slowly begun letting Max and Isobel back into his life, a coffee date here and a shopping trip there, but sometimes all the friendly conversations in the world couldn’t stop his desire to just be numb every now and then.
The excessive alcohol consumption was a recent development, but hey, a town drunk has to start at some point, right?
There was a clerk at a gas station a few miles away that had no problems turning a blind eye to his clean shaven baby face and he’d managed to get a fake ID for the more difficult purchases. Such as the Wild Pony. A typical Roswell bar without the added green alien decor. Every local knew the Wild Pony and unfortunately the Wild Pony knew him - or more importantly, his age.
Maybe he’d get lucky today and it would be a new bar tender but if not, then he’d just slip some acetone into a soft drink. That would have to do the trick for now.
It was mid afternoon so there was a decent amount of people inside, but no sign of the rowdy drunks that tended to emerge after dark. The only person working behind the bar was currently wiping down the surfaces as a pair of customers walked away with their drinks.
Michael swaggered confidently past the men at the pool table and the group of girls in the booth that he vaguely recognised from school and perched on one of the stools at the bar. “I’ll have whatever’s cheapest.”
“You got ID?” The bar tender gave him a look that just screamed I don’t have time for your bullshit, but Michael was nothing if not persistent. She walked over, arms folded neatly across her chest, cloth still gripped in one hand, and came to a stop in front of him.
The badge pinned to her denim jacket spelled out her name in thick capital letters but Michael didn’t need to read it. Everyone knew who Maria Deluca was. With her beautiful curls and disarming smile, she was a friend to almost everyone at New Roswell High.
And though she was one of Alex’s oldest friends, Michael had barely said two words to her during their many years walking the same school halls but right now she was his best chance at scoring a drink.
“C’mon Deluca, we don’t have to bother with all that.” He mustered up as much charm as he could manage as he leant forward on the bar but Maria wasn’t swayed, her face set in a clear display of annoyance.
“I told you last time, I’m not getting fired just to help fuel these little angsty life choices you’ve been making recently.”
“Your mom’s not gonna fire you for helping a friend.”
“Oh wow,” Her eyes widened, feigning surprise, “Sorry I wasn’t aware we’d become friends.”
“Well,” Michael shrugged, “Every time I come in, it’s like you’re here waiting for me, so I just thought…” 
“I’m stuck this side of the bar Guerin. I have no choice but to put up with whatever you think is going on right now.”
Michael sniggered as he raised an eyebrow. The chances of him getting drunk anytime soon were dwindling by the second but he was enjoying the banter nonetheless.
“One day. One day I’ll get you to admit how much you love seeing me.”
Maria rolled her eyes as she flipped the cloth over one shoulder. “I am glad you’re here actually.”
“Really?” 
“Yes. It means I don’t have to spend my time trying to track you down.” She rummaged through a bag sitting behind the bar before pulling out an envelope. “Someone clearly knows you well.”
Michael took it from her with a frown. One quick glance at the front confirmed that it was indeed labelled to him, only with the Wild Pony’s address neatly scripted underneath his name.
Who would be sending him a letter? Who even sent letters anymore?
He looked up to ask Maria when it had arrived but she’d already made her way over to the customers at the other end of the bar.
Without hesitation he carefully ripped it open and pulled out the piece of paper inside. Impatient as ever, his eyes immediately darted to the end of the page to see who it was from and he almost fell off the chair at the name signed at the bottom.
It had been four months since he’d seen Alex. Four month since he’d heard his beautiful voice or seen his perfect face. And yet here, in his hands, was a letter from the one person he honestly thought he’d never hear from again.
Someone on a nearby table cheered loudly and Michael was suddenly reminded of where he was. It didn’t feel right, reading Alex’s first words to him in months under the harsh neon lights of the bar so without sparing a second glance at Maria, he practically sprinted all the way to the parking lot, yanking the door open as soon as he reached his truck.
Taking a deep breath, he unfolded the paper and began reading.
Dear Michael,
I’ve debated writing this letter for a while now, mainly because of how we left things. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep in contact but I’ve been missing some people back in Roswell and I think I just needed to get a few things out of my head. I might not even send this letter, but if you’re reading this then I guess it means my sentimentality won out.
I’ve been thinking about how peaceful the desert is back home. How quiet it would be when we’d park the truck in the middle of nowhere and just lie under the sun for hours. It’s surprising the things you notice yourself missing when you haven’t been somewhere in a while.
There’s so many people here it feels like school all over again. I tried to distance myself from everyone in some last act of defiance, but I’ve ended up making a few friends. Honestly I think it would be impossible to get through this alone.
I’ve finished basic training now. It was harder than I thought it was going to be but I got through it and I’m onto the next phase. We get to choose the specialism ourselves so at least that’s a positive and who knows, maybe I’ll be quite good at it.
I’m going to be here for a least a few months to complete my training before I find out where I’m being assigned so I’ve included my address incase you want to write back.
Whatever it is that you decided to do with your life, I hope you’re okay.
From,
Alex.
P.S. I’m sorry for sending this to the Wild Pony, I hope Maria got it to you okay. I would have addressed it to ‘Michael Guerin’s Truck’, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t quite reach you.
Michael re-read the letter another three times before he could bear to take his eyes off the page.
Alex had written to him. Amongst all the training and hard work and confusion over how they’d parted, Alex had taken the time to sit down and write to him. 
It was brief and simple and Michael couldn’t stop smiling.
He fumbled trying to get his keys in the ignition before putting the truck in gear, already planning his reply, all desire to get drunk suddenly forgotten.
February 2009
“I don’t pay you to sit around doodling.” Sanders called over gruffly from under the hood of the car he was working on.
“I’ve already finished with Campbell’s jeep.” Michael replied distractedly as he continued to scribble in the notepad.
The repair had needed longer than he had expected so he was taking what he deemed as a well earned break. If the old man had a problem with it then he could go ahead and find a better mechanic. Michael didn’t earn nearly enough to put up with his attitude anyway.
Sitting under the barely put together shelter that Sanders had the audacity to call his workshop, Michael started to scrawl a reply to Alex. Letter number four had arrived just under a week ago and he had yet to come up with a response.
Again addressed to the Wild Pony, Alex had talked about the latest shenanigans of his fellow airmen and how he’d been missing his guitar lately. He never went into detail about the work he was doing but he always made sure to mention that it was going well. Michael could practically visualise him picking out the words very carefully to make sure it didn’t sound like he was boasting, but sometimes it made writing a reply hard.
He was so pleased for Alex. Every letter he received had a more and more happier tone to it and honestly, he was glad that Alex was finding his place in the Air Force. He will always hate that he signed up, but considering he was going to be a part of it for a long time, Michael was just relieved that he had settled in. 
It did mean, however, that his life felt very boring in comparison. What was he supposed to say? Hey Alex, I fixed another car today. I’ll probably be hanging out with Isobel later to spend hours listening to her moan about something before going to sleep in my truck and doing it all again tomorrow.
He was just about to jot something down when something small and hard bounced off his forehead.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” Michael rubbed his head and glared at the man.
“Are you listening to me?” Sanders waved the wrench in his hand as he tried to punctuate his point.
“Obviously.”
“What did I say?”
“…words?” Michael replied innocently, throwing his hands up in defeat when Sanders looked ready to throw something else. “Alright, alright sorry, what did you want?”
“The Johnson's SUV needs its engine looking at and when you’re done with that you can change the brake pads on that pickup that came in this morning.”
“On it.” Michael gave a halfhearted salute as he grabbed the closest toolbox and headed out into the sun.
He wasn’t really in the mood to be working in the heat today but at least this way the vehicles were far enough away from Sanders that he wouldn’t have any distractions from his real task.
He’d been grabbing odd shifts at the junkyard since he was fourteen, but last month he’d finally persuaded Sanders to hire him properly. If he was to have any hope of moving out of his truck, he needed to start earning some proper money doing something he was half decent at.
He’d been trying to find a way to work this news into his letter but he couldn’t quite find the words. He didn’t want to admit to himself that it was because he was ashamed, but that’s exactly what it was. Alex was at the start of a prestigious career that would take him across the world, learning new skills and earning decent money.
Michael was a mechanic. Barely.
And he knew that Alex wouldn’t care about the difference in their jobs, he’d just be happy that Michael was a step above wasting his life. It was just so hard to fit everything he really wanted to say into one letter.
Maybe he was struggling so much with the words because he’d much rather say it in person. He hadn’t seen Alex in forever and he missed the simple act of just being with him. Of sitting in the back of the truck, shoulders touching and hands intertwined. The amount of serotonin a short handwritten note could produce was ridiculous but it in no way replaced the feel of having the real thing in front of him.
Though if Alex was feeling anything near the way he was, then maybe it didn’t matter what he wrote. The mere fact that he had replied would hopefully be enough.
April 2009
Isobel looked at him disapprovingly, switching her many bags from one hand to the other. “Really Michael? Just because you live in the desert doesn’t mean you need to actually start dressing like a cowboy.”
A shopping trip with Isobel wasn’t Michael’s first choice for a Saturday afternoon, but he’d had no good excuse to refuse as she practically dragged him to the mall.
For someone who liked to try on almost everything in a single store, Isobel had chosen what she wanted to buy pretty quickly. Now it was Michael’s turn but he honestly wasn’t sure what she expected of him. He’d been living in the same clothes for years now, he didn’t know how to do the whole shopping spree thing.
“You’re the one who wanted to buy me new clothes.”
“Yeah, because I wanted to make you look cool. Not like a nineteen year old version of the Lone Ranger.”
Michael looked in the mirror again. The black cowboy hat resting atop his head was working well with the rancher aesthetic he had going on. It hid his curls and made him look slightly older, giving him more of an edge than his baseball cap could usually muster. 
It just felt right. 
Growing up, he’d never had the chance to really figure out his own identity besides angry, rebellious orphan and going full-on cowboy felt like a good place to start. 
Besides, he looked damn good.
“You’ve already chosen the rest of my wardrobe for me Isobel. You can’t let me make one big boy decision for myself?” Michael gave her a pointed looked as he took the hat off and ran a hand through his hair.
“Fine. Just don’t show Max, he’s already started a godawful belt buckle collection, I don’t want him getting any ideas.” She happily snatched it out of his hand and strutted elegantly to the till.
He had missed these moments with Isobel. The familial feeling of her bossing him around.
No one ever talked about how easy it was to drift apart from people after high school, how the close bonds you thought you’d formed over the lunch table could so quickly disappear once you’re all thrown into the real world.
But the three of them were different. Michael, Max and Isobel, the three children found wandering the desert all those years ago. He hadn’t been able to rid himself of them then and turns out he still couldn’t now. Despite his best efforts to distance himself, they had managed to completely worm their way back into his life over the past few months and honestly he was better off for it.
Today wasn’t the first weekend outing he’d endured and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but his heart felt a little lighter from having spent it in good company. With the bags heavy in their hands, they grabbed some food at a nearby burger place before calling it a day. He dropped Isobel home and drove to his usual night-time parking spot.
Climbing effortlessly onto the back of the truck, he looked inside the singular bag Isobel had gifted him. He’d come away with a new pair of boots, a few t-shirts and the cowboy hat. Nowhere near enough in Isobel’s opinion but after the reminder that he didn’t exactly have a closet right now she had conceded.
He shoved the bag into the corner and leant forward to pulled out the letter that had been burning a hole in his back pocket all day. He grimaced at the sight of it, with its crease down the middle and its crumpled edges. Isobel had ambushed him coming out of the Wild Pony before he’d had a chance to read it - or put it away - which meant it had been hidden in the only place available at the time.
As much as he loved her, he wasn’t quite ready to share it with her yet.
He unrolled his blanket and threw it around his shoulders, settling back against the truck before opening the envelope. He’d finally told Alex about the junkyard in his last letter and he’d been waiting to hear back for a few weeks now.
Dear Michael,
That’s amazing news about the job! You really are the best mechanic in the whole of Roswell so Sanders is lucky to have you.
You shouldn’t put yourself down though. You used to always be fixing things when I was back home (annoyingly effortlessly from what I remember) so to get paid for doing something you enjoy is kind of the dream, right?
Plus I’m sure the drivers of Roswell will be very grateful to have someone with two eyes checking their brakes are working correctly. I mean, should Sanders even be fixing cars anymore? I swear he can’t even see three inches in front of his face!
Speaking of work, I was thinking about the Emporium yesterday. Have you been inside recently? I wonder if they ever noticed the alien with its head on backwards. Still definitely your fault by the way.
I kind of miss that uniform too, even the visor. I have to wear my uniform all the time now and it’s nowhere near as comfortable. I feel like it’s becoming a part of me, like I’m never going to be able to go home after a long day and forget about everything for a while, it’s just always going to be there.
I’m sure I’ll get used it.
I think we’re being moved in a couple of weeks so I’ll give you my new address when that happens. But for now, I hope you’re okay.
Speak to you soon,
Alex.
Michael leant his head back and watched as the sun slowly began to set behind the trees.
Alex always knew how to make him feel a million different emotions at once. He felt an unfamiliar sense of pride at the praise Alex had offered but reading the boy’s words about his own work made Michael long to have him back with him, away from all the regimented days and looming risk of danger.
He couldn’t stop himself from grinning though, thinking back to the alien statue standing in the corner of the crop circle exhibit. That had been a good day. And yeah, it was definitely his fault.
He was about to put this latest letter away with the rest when an idea came to him. He grabbed the bag that Isobel had lovingly handed over and pulled out the shoebox that had been squeezed inside amongst the various clothes.
He ran his nail across the tape keeping the box sealed, breaking it easily in a single movement, and took off the lid.
He pulled out the new boots, followed by the scrunched up tissue paper intended to keep them somewhat preserved, until he was left with an empty box. It was a decent size, not too big that it would be a pain to store under the passenger seat and not too small that he would run out of space anytime soon.
He’d been keeping the letters in his glove compartment for now but it didn’t quite feel safe enough for something so precious. But this shoebox was perfect. 
He placed the letter inside before heading to the front of the truck and retrieving the rest, slotting them in neatly and closing the lid to keep them secure.
Tonight he’d sleep thinking about the last day he and Alex had shared in the UFO Emporium and as soon as the sun was up, he’d write his reply.
July 2009
Dear Alex,
You’ll never guess what happened today.
I’ve been working every shift Sanders will give me just to save up some cash and like some crazy act of luck an old airstream got dumped at the junkyard last week. It took some convincing but Sanders actually let me buy it off him!
It’s small and pretty run down but I figured it could be a fun project. I am very good with my hands, as you know.
It’s not as glamorous as a house or anything like that, but at least this way I can move out of my truck and into a place with an actual sink. Plus, I reckon I’m the smart one here. No rent to pay? Less space to clean? It’s perfect.
Do you think you’ll be able to visit Roswell soon? You’re probably working hard, getting your geek on and saving the world, but it’s been a while. A year actually, next month.
No pressure, but I look forward to the day I get to officially invite you inside my new place.
Stay safe out there.
Michael
Michael careful wrote his new address on the back, then sealed the envelope and left it by the door as a reminder to post the next time he was in town.
He hadn’t even started to unpack yet, his first priority being to share his big news. He figured that’s what he would have wanted to do if Alex was in Roswell anyway.
The airstream had been dumped a few days ago and though Michael wasn’t aware how much Sanders had paid the guy for it, he was pretty sure it must have cost more for Sanders than it had for Michael. Which was strange.
Since spending almost every day with Sanders, they had definitely worked up some form of workplace bond to some extent. Although some days, it was a wonder Michael could be bothered to engage in the conversations that were mainly a mix of complaints or disinterested grunts.
He must be rubbing off on the old man though because he had given away the airstream at a bargain.
As soon as he’d agreed it with Old Man Simmons that he could park it at Foster Ranch - along with the offer of earning his keep by working the land - he had brought all of his belongings inside and now the next task was to find a place for everything. There may not be much in the three boxes currently sitting on the bed, but they were his. They were the few things that he had been able to actually buy for himself over the past few years and really call his own.
And now that he had a home to put them in, he wanted to do it perfectly.
It felt bizarre to think about. His home. A place he could finally call his own. A place to cook and wash and sleep, safe from the cold and desert dust. The group homes and fosters parents of the past had never let him decorate his own space but now he had the opportunity to make everything his own.
And he knew exactly where to start. The clothes would go in the closet and the limited toiletries would be given their place in the bathroom. That was all obvious, another decision made for him.
But something he could choose for himself?
He picked up the shoebox and peaked inside. It had gained a few more letters since he had started filling it and they were all piled neatly in order.
Looking around, there were several places it could sit.
On the desk would make it the first thing he’d see coming home. But would therefore be the first thing Isobel and Max would go snooping through when they visited.
The drawers next to the closet would keep it safe but they were just too small for the box.
The closet itself felt too impersonal. Like he was hiding it away from himself as well as everyone else.
His eyes were drawn to the bed - his mind instantly jumping to the thought of him and Alex sharing it together - and then to the overhead compartment above it.
Lifting the latch, it popped open with a click and when Michael slid the box in, it fit perfectly. Safe, sealed and close to him where he would sleep.
Feeling happy about the very important decision, he closed the compartment.
Now, onto the rest.
November 2009
It had been a very quiet morning.
Sanders was away for a few days and he’d banned Michael from working in the junkyard without supervision after a recent accident that had pissed him off. He hadn’t meant for the hammer to hit the window of the Davis’ land rover, honest. He’d been aiming for the toolbox.
He’d get the old man to change his mind soon enough, but in the meantime what better place to spend the morning than in bed.
The recently bought sheets were soft against his bare chest as he stared up at the ceiling. The box was still tucked away in the cupboard above him, taken out frequently with every new visit from the mailman. It’s not like anyone else ever sent him post.
Alex had been getting very sappy in his letters recently, reminiscing about the previous summer. Though compared to the past year of writing, the days they had actually spent in each other’s company were few and far between.
It was practically the end of the school year when Michael had borrowed Alex’s guitar from the music room. A decision which he would never regret. And though they had barely spoken during their many years at the same school, when Alex had offered him shelter it hadn’t really mattered. They had clicked so instantly that the few months that they did manage to share felt like they spanned an eternity.
A lot of bad things happened that summer, but he’d do anything to go back just to relieve those good days again.
A knock at the door interrupted his daydream. He sat up, confused, and tried to peak through the newspaper taped to the window. He wasn’t expecting visitors and he couldn’t quite make out enough of the shape to work out who it was.
He rolled sleepily out of bed and grabbed yesterday’s pants, hopping the short distance to the door as he tried to yank them up.
Pushing the door open revealed a sight that had Michael’s breath catching in his throat.
The boy in front of him looked different. Gone was the dark eyeliner that used to frame his eyes and the nail varnish that would stand out against his skin. No more septum piercing or earring, and the chain that Michael would play with as they kissed was missing from his neck.
His hair was much shorter and so not him.
But he was here.
Alex was here. Standing in front of him. And Michael hadn’t said anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything? It was like his brain had short-circuited at the mere sight of the one person he’d been longing to see.
“Hi.” Alex nervously broke the silence, playing with the zip of his hoodie between his thumb and forefinger. “I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this.”
Mind? Did Alex really just ask that? He’d been dreaming of this moment for months now.
He also didn’t really know how to put that into words in his current state of shock, so he did the next best thing. He stepped down onto the dry ground and immediately pulled Alex into his arms. 
Alex took all of a second to reciprocate the hug as he melted against Michael’s chest.
It was cold outside, winter drawing to its peak and showing its first signs of snow, but being in Alex’s arms was the warmest he had felt in a while.
“You’re here.” Michael mumbled against Alex’s shoulder and he felt him chuckle.
“Well, I have a few days leave and I was promised an invite.” Alex replied softly.
Oh god. This was it, the official house warming personally tailored to Alex. And everything was a mess. Turns out getting a new place doesn’t stop old habits from taking hold and barely a week after he moved in there was paperwork all over the desk and clothes strewn across the bathroom floor. It hadn’t exactly gotten better since then.
Michael reluctantly broke the hug, bringing his hands down to gently link with Alex’s.
“It’s a bit of a mess.” He muttered playfully causing Alex to giggle, the enormity of the moment getting too much for him.
“I don’t mind.” 
Nodding to himself, Michael turned and led Alex into the airstream, waiting for the boy to close the door behind him before he spoke. “So, what do you think?”
“It’s…” Alex hesitated, glancing around at the cluttered desk and the half opened drawers and Michael felt so embarrassed. It looked so much worse than he remembered it being before he opened the door two minutes ago.
“I know it’s not much.” He offered grudgingly.
“No it’s…very you.” Alex said, smiling widely as he stepped closer. “I really like it.”
Really? Michael was going to ask. But it only took one look to get lost in Alex’s eyes and all words were suddenly forgotten.
Alex took another step to close the gap between them and slowly leant forward, his eyes not leaving Michael’s lips. Talking could come later, this is what they had really been missing.
It’s their smiles that touched first, excitement rushing through them making them giddy. But then as Michael’s lips parted and Alex leaned closer, it was as though time stood still. They had been waiting for this moment, longing for it for months.
Michael’s stomach fluttered at the familiar feeling of Alex’s hair under his fingertips, the soft lips against his own. He could practically feel Alex reflecting back at him every feeling of want and desperation that had occurred with every new letter and he had to half open his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
However long Alex was home for, Michael planned to make the most of every single second.
May 2010
Michael took another swig of beer as he watched the last rays of light disappear beyond the horizon. He had driven out into the desert hours ago with the strong desire to get so blackout drunk he wouldn’t be able to remember his own name.
He couldn’t do it at the Wild Pony with its many prying eyes and the airstream just felt too small tonight.  So instead, he had parked the truck at a spot that he and Alex used to frequent when they had wanted to be alone.
Alex had taken longer than usual to reply, but Michael understood - between the two of them, Alex’s duty to Uncle Sam would have to take precedence. It just made the warmth that each letter provided that much stronger.
But today’s letter was different and all the wrong feelings had taken root. Fear, sadness, loss. They were swirling around his mind and sitting on his chest and no amount of alcohol seemed to banish them.
Because for the first time since they had begun writing, the return address on the envelope had not read United States, but Afghanistan.
Michael had barely registered Alex’s words during the first read through with his imagination going into overdrive, but taking a deep breath he had sat on the bed and forced himself to focus.
I can’t really give you any details, Alex had said.
I’ll be okay, he was brave enough to promise.
But he couldn’t promise that. Not really. Michael had done his research over the past two years, frantically gathering every measly scrap of information that the search engine could offer. He had seen the number of deaths to come out of every combat zone, read the stories of those whose lives would never be the same again and had the nightmares of every worst possible outcome.
The Air Force doesn’t deploy as long as the Army, but every second that Alex was on war-torn soil increased the risk of him not making it home. It was going to happen at some point, Alex’s first overseas deployment. Michael had just really been hoping for Spain or Turkey. Not this.
He had convinced himself that he would be prepared. That he would be rational and calm and wouldn’t jump to conclusions or freak out. Clearly he was better at lying to himself than he realised.
He didn’t know why he was feeling so sorry for himself. He wasn’t the one being sent halfway across the world to dutifully serve his country. No, Michael was stuck at home, waiting for the outcome.
It was dark now, his mini camping lantern emitting the only glow of light, but he had plenty of beers to keep him going through the night. He’d reply tomorrow - or the day after once his head had cleared. But for now he just wanted to forget everything and let the world fall away.
And maybe if he was inebriated enough it would keep the nightmares at bay. 
August 2010
To anyone who asked, Michael was a stoic twenty year old who didn’t engage in something so pathetic as having emotions.
But to himself, he would reluctantly have to admit they often played a part in many of his life choices. 
Like the big choices that had been fuelled by pain and confusion, standing in the middle of the desert with his two remaining family members standing by. Or the smaller choices made in the dead of night encouraged by a sappy romantic notion he had witnessed in one of Isobel’s romcoms.
Small, but no less important.
Like the decision to fill a shoebox with dried petals to help rid it of the musty smell that often accompanied any container that had been closed for too long.
He dedicated an entire day to researching flowers, finding out how to preserve them and which ones gave off the best scent.
Hydrangeas were a strong contender. Their pastel hues of purple and blue would add a nice drop of colour to the box and they were one of the easiest flowers to preserve. But they would last less than a year and Michael didn’t want to run the risk of the petals flaking into a hundred pieces and ruining the box.
Chrysanthemums were next on the list. The drying method seemed simple enough and though the petals were fairly small, they came in a whole host of vibrant colours. They were also the official flower for mother’s day in Australia and though the country itself meant nothing to him, it would give the petals a bittersweet double meaning. A way of keeping two separate loves alive alongside each other. Everything about them seemed perfect and several nearby florists even had them in stock ready for him to collect that day but when he stumbled upon a website stating that they also symbolised death they were instantly scratched off the list.
Pansies or larkspurs or little cuttings of lavender were all possibilities but they just didn’t feel right.
He didn’t want to become a stereotypical old romantic but his mind kept wandering to the roses. The elegant petals would sit nicely atop the letters and the sweet, fresh scent would be a pleasant addition to the box. Their frequent association with all things love and romance fell alongside the lesser known connotation of secrecy and confidentiality, words that all seemed to sum up the box completely.
The drying process would take time but it would be time well spent. Not to mention the intricate symbolism linked with each soft colour would add an extra touch to the box.
Red was a given with its instant connection to love.
Pink meant grace and gratitude and though he most certainly lacked one, he was definitely filled with the other. Every letter that arrived at his door was further proof that Alex was still alive and as long as they kept coming he would be eternally grateful.
Oranges roses were the symbol of passion and enthusiasm and while you could definitely use both of those words in relation to the last time he had seen Alex, the letters felt more innocent than that.
That didn’t necessarily mean that white roses were the way to go though, with their implication of innocence and purity. Not even he could kid himself that much.
With his mind made up, he grabbed his hat and headed out to engage in a spot of criminal activity.
Was it technically a crime though to cut someone else’s flowers? I mean how could Mrs Wilson really own her rose bushes when they belonged to Mother Nature first.
He wouldn’t have even thought about taking someone else’s, but the internet had very clearly specified that home grown roses were much better than shop bought flowers and who was he to argue with that?
It was mid-morning on a Wednesday so no one was around to see him attack the hedge with some clippers. It would have been a lot easier to literally be a thief in the night, but roses were best picked before the midday sun had a chance to warm their delicate petals. Any later in the day and they would lose their fragrance, so daylight robbery was the way to go.
He snipped at the branches, grumbling as his fingers caught the sharp thorns protruding from the stems, and once he had retrieved the optimum amount of red and pink flowers he headed back to the airstream to begin the lengthy drying process.
It would take a few days but the outcome would be worth it.
February 2011
The sight of one man should not leave Michael freezing in his tracks. He was an alien for God's sake. A superior species with actual powers.
Who the hell was Jesse Manes compared to that? An old man with a limited wardrobe and receding hairline? A divorced father of four kids who hated him? A nameless soldier overshadowed by his peers?
No, Jesse Manes was a respected member of the community, known and loved by all. A loyal airman with several commendations under his belt. An intimidating man prepared to brutally disfigure the hand of a child and easily get away with it.
Why Alex would choose to follow in his footsteps he would never understand.
Michael hadn’t seen Alex’s father since the night in the toolshed. The night he ruined what, up until that point, had been a perfect day. And he destroyed so much more than Michael’s hand that night. He destroyed the memory of his and Alex’s first time together, the possibility of him using a guitar to quiet the world around him, the opportunity for a roof over his head.
He had destroyed the chance for Michael to heal and move on and gain some faith back in humanity.
And three years later, here he was across the street from Michael’s truck, sitting at the window of the Crashdown, keeping Michael frozen to his seat.
He was supposed to be meeting Max for lunch in ten minutes, but there was no way he could go inside now.
Maybe Alex’s father wouldn’t even remember him. He had only seen him one time, several years ago. He couldn’t possibly have committed Michael’s face to memory in the three minutes they had shared a space together. But then again, Michael couldn’t imagine he went around hitting kids with hammers all that often so maybe it had been a memorable night for him. 
Whether it had had impact on Jesse Manes or not, Michael still remembered it vividly.
The way the door slammed open and Alex flinched away from his touch. The quiver in Alex’s voice as Manes picked up the hammer. The sight of Alex whimpering as his father’s hand squeezed around his throat. The pain filled shout Michael could barely make out over the sound of his own bones cracking.
In shock and in agony, he vaguely recalls being thrown out of the shed and staggering to his truck, but admittedly that part was still blurry.
To this day though, he still didn’t know what happened to Alex once he’d gone. They had never really talked about that night, not properly at least. Alex had been very eager to check how his hand was healing or offer to take him to a doctor, but always reluctant to discuss what he’d endured.
In all honesty, Michael still didn’t know if Jesse had done anything to Alex but it was always his suspicion. He’d recognised the fury in the older man’s eyes to know that that anger needed an outlet and Michael’s hand probably hadn’t been enough.
His hand ached suddenly at the memory and he clenched it hard in a useless attempt to make it stop. It had been hurting a lot lately, seizing up and making it impossible to do anything.
Max had offered to heal it a number of times but he still refused. He’d tell himself that it was because of Alex. How would he explain a perfectly healed hand to the guy who had witnessed the brutality it had suffered?
But if he ever decided to admit the truth to himself, he’d accept that really it was all for self preservation. A constant reminder moulded under his skin of what humans were really like. A way of reminding him not to get too close to people, not to let them into his life.
Clearly, Alex was the exception to this rule and Michael honestly couldn’t explain why. Right from the start their connection had just been something else. Something unexplainable.
Feeling the panic starting to bubble in his chest, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He could text Max. The I’m held up at the junkyard excuse would keep him busy long enough for the police officer’s lunch break to end. He could dodge the bullet completely that way and just make it up to him tomorrow.
Or would that be like letting Jesse Manes win? What would he even be winning? There was no way that man remembered who Michael was.
Looking over to the window again, he watched as Alex’s father handed something to the waitress.
Was he really going to let his past trauma dictate where he could have lunch?
At the moment? Yes.
Sliding his phone out of his front pocket, he unlocked it quickly and opened the messenger app, his thumb hovering over Max’s name but then he had an idea.
He clicked on the little notepad icon and began to type.
Alex’s latest letter arrived last week and was still awaiting a reply and what better time to write one than when you’re freaking out slightly at the sight of a man who had once attacked you.
He barely noticed the autocorrect working hard to fix his many mistakes, he just needed to get the words out.
He didn’t mention Jesse, deciding to steer clear of the man entirely and focus on the positives instead. Alex was free from his father’s harsh rules and strict parenting for the time being so there was no point wasting his words on a man he most likely didn’t want to hear about.
It was overly sentimental and he’d probably edit it massively before writing it up, but for now he impulsively typed up everything he wanted to say. Everything he would say if Alex was sitting next to him right now.
 Dear Alex,
Glad to see that you’re stateside again, it stressed me out every day you were overseas.
I’m really happy that you’ve settled in with the work you’re doing and I’ve almost come to terms with the fact that your job is going to be dangerous at times, but that still doesn’t stop me worrying about it. And even after all this time you’ve been away, it’s still weird to not have you here. 
Everything has been reminding me of you recently, which is both beautiful and horrible because at least you’re here when you’re not here. But you’re not here and I really wish you were. Like when a song by that band you like comes on the radio, or if I walk past the Emporium, or I order a milkshake at the Crashdown or even just seeing Maria at the Wild Pony.
Max was telling me the other day about this kid who reported his guitar stolen and I couldn’t help but think back to when I stole yours. Well, I say stole, I promise I really was just borrowing it. I knew it was yours though and part of me definitely wanted you to find out that I had taken it, anything to get you to notice me. The offer of somewhere to sleep was completely unexpected though and proves just what a good person you are. I took your belongings and in return you gave me shelter and I don’t think I thanked you enough for that.
You’re in every corner of this town for me Alex and I know we didn’t have long but the time that we spent together before you left were some of the best days of my life.
I miss you.
Come back soon.
Michael
As he reached the last sentence, a knock on the passenger side window made him jump.
Max, in his uniform and hat, lifted his hand in a halfhearted wave and tilted his head towards the Crashdown as if to say are you coming?
A quick final glance through the window showed no sign of Jesse Manes and Michael slowly let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.
September 2011
“This is a good look for you.” Michael whispered.
“What, naked?” Alex smiled softly, peering sleepily back at him. 
Michael began to lightly trail his hand down Alex’s chest, watching Alex close his eyes at the sensation. “Naked. In my bed.”
Alex had shown up at his doorstep late last night, this time with some warning in his latest letter, and they hadn’t wasted any time. So fuelled with longing and desire, Michael couldn’t remember a second of last night where their bodies hadn’t been touching.
Looking at Alex now, with his perfect bed head and sun kissed skin, Michael wasn’t sure he was going to be able to let him leave.
He did have something important to talk to Alex about though. Something they had never really discussed that had been leaving Michael feeling very confused lately. He was twenty-one years old having the awkward teenage thought of are we together or is this just a bit of fun? Is this guy my boyfriend? Can I even say the word boyfriend without freaking him out?
“There was something I meant to talk to you about last night-” He began, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Did we actually talk at all last night?”
“Are you complaining?”
“No.” Alex smiled, holding his lip between his teeth. “Go on, what did you want to say?”
“You know I do have a phone, right? An actual expensive one and everything thanks to Isobel buying it for me. So you can text me, instead of spending weeks waiting for a reply.”
Alex paused for a moment. How was it best to tell Michael without looking weak? How during Basic Training one nosy guy thought it would be fun to take his unlocked phone and look through his messages. How he was terrified of being outed that day and that fear had followed him through his few years of serving. How even though his letters are technically much easier to read, the lock on the box they were kept in is so thick you would need to have a bolt cutter handy to break it. Or the key, which was kept in a very secure location.
“There’s something more…personal, about writing a letter. ” He decided to go with. “Besides, phones can get hacked.” 
“Who the hell is gonna want to hack into your phone?”
Alex shrugged with a smirk, “I’m just saying, after learning what I have in training, hacking your phone right now would be a piece of cake.”
“Right, and these hackers would want to, what? Use all our discussions about broken alien statues and nights out in the desert against us.”
“There are some terrible people out there.” The fake sincerity in Alex’s eyes as he nodded his head made Michael chuckle.
Alex pushed himself up fully in the bed, letting the sheets pool around his naked hips. He leant forward and Michael didn’t need to be asked twice to drop the subject and meet him halfway. As much as he loved last night, their slow morning kisses were even better. Soft and all smiles, filled with the gratitude that they were still sharing this moment together.
“I’m sorry I was late last night, the move this week has been busier than I expected.” Alex whispered between pecks.
“It’s okay, I’m just glad you made it. Where are you based now?”
“Maryland. Probably just for a month or so though until I get more permanent orders.”
Leaning back, Michael could see the weariness in Alex’s eyes. He knew that being in the military was a hard job - even harder if you had been forced into it - and Michael hated just how much responsibility had been put on Alex’s young shoulders.
His eyes twinkled as he got an idea, a way of lightening Alex’s load for a few hours. “You fancy going out tonight?” 
Alex’s face dropped and Michael’s heart along with it. “Like, together?”
“No, I figured we’d go to different bars and get drunk separately.” Michael replied sarcastically. 
This is not what he had expected. Alex saying no to a night out? Fine, not a problem, wouldn’t have been that surprising of an answer. Maybe he doesn’t fancy a drink, maybe he’s just not into partying anymore.
But was Alex saying no to them going out together?
“Is it because of me?” Michael could hear the anger beginning to grow in his tone but he couldn’t help it. This conversation had flipped completely out of nowhere. “When I told you about the whole drunk cowboy reputation I’ve gained, it was meant to make you laugh. Not make you ashamed of me.”
“I’m not ashamed!” Alex defensively shook his head.
“Then what is it? Cos I like doing this Alex, but I need to know what it is that we’re actually doing, where we’re going with it. Are we going anywhere with it?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say Guerin! Things are complicated right now.”
I want you to say you want to be with me! I want you to tell me you love me as much as I love you! Michael hadn’t expected for this to turn into an argument, but he was prepared to cause one if it meant getting answers.
But as he took a breath, he looked at Alex. Like properly looked at him. He had grown up so much since they’d last seen each other. He’d changed so much. But for the first time he was the one who was looking unsure about what to say.
The defensive hunch of his shoulders, the nervous look in his eyes. It reminded Michael so much of when Alex had first told him he was leaving. And those goddamn hubcaps.
This was the second time he had caused that look in Alex’s eyes and if he never saw it again it would be too soon. He still had a few days before Alex was going to leave him again and he should be making the most of them instead of pushing him away.
If Alex was unsure of what they were doing then so be it. They would have to discuss it at some point this weekend, for Michael’s own sanity more than anything, but for now he would have to let it go if it meant keeping Alex happy.
January 2012
Earth wasn’t his home.
He knew that. He’s known that since he woke up in a glowing alien pod. But it’s only through life’s lessons over the years that he’s really learnt that.
He didn’t belong here, with an inferior species that enjoyed hurting others simply because of who they were. He’d seen it happen in shops and on the street. People targeted for being different. It was such a human response and he shuddered at the thought of what it meant for them if their secret ever came out.
And who was keeping him here? Max and Isobel? Alex?
Him and Isobel were close, but she had her own life. Parents that loved her, a boyfriend she was besotted with. She didn’t need Michael hanging around, bringing her down.
His feelings on Max were like a sliding scale of rage. The other man had been acting like his father for most of his life, telling him what to do and how to live. Max says they should cover up Rosa’s death. Max says they should keep what they are a secret. Max, with his fancy job and respected standing in society. Michael didn’t need his help anymore or his pity.
And then there was Alex. The boy who made him believe there was a place for him on Earth. But now, Michael wasn’t so sure.The last time he had seen Alex in person, things hadn’t ended that great and though they’ve still been writing to each other, something had definitely changed. They had changed.
Michael reminded himself of all this as he climbed down the stairs into the junkyard’s fallout shelter.
He had discovered the hidden bunker one day after slipping away from Sanders during work hours to hunt for some more copper wire. The opening had been covered by a beaten up truck that had been sitting in the junkyard for years, he wasn’t sure if the old man even knew it was down there.
From that day on he had claimed it as his own, making sure it was covered every time he left.
His collection had started off small. A few legit pieces of alien artefact that he had stolen from the Emporium and the odd dark web purchase, but after a few stealthy ventures to the UFO crash site he had begun to discover even more fragments. Considering the people of Roswell had been obsessing over the crash since 1947, Michael was honestly surprised that not every piece of the ship had been excavated already.
Luckily for him, his latest night time search in the desert had proven successful and he had made it back to the bunker with two small glowing pieces.
Building up the secret bunker’s workshop had taken time and a few stolen supplies, but now there were tools and shelves and bulbs in the mismatched lighting decor that had thankfully already been installed.
Littering the worktops were sketches and blueprints of the measurements and calculations he had spent months working on. There were spools of tubing and a portable generator sitting on the shelf. But his prized possession resting on one of the tables was his slowly forming alien spaceship. He was pretty sure what he was building was the console, but maybe one day it would turn into the entire spacecraft.
Covered in alien symbols and shimmering to the touch, it could be his way off of this stupid planet.
Michael gently took the pieces out of his pocket and held them close to the ship. One did nothing, staying stubbornly in his palm, but the other rose into the air and delicately travelled to one of the broken sides, a faint blue glistening the surface as the sharp edges knitted together like they had never been broken. 
Placing the remaining piece on the table, Michael sighed. One day he would find all the pieces and finish this. And when that day came, there would be nothing to keep him here.
October 2012
“You’re staying whether you like it or not.” Isobel gave him a pointed look as she rummaged through the crates of decorations piled on the table in front of her. 
“Yeah Michael, it’ll be fun.” Max said enthusiastically, holding a fist under his chin and batting his eyelids. A move they had both seen Isobel pull several times when mocking her mother. 
She smacked Max on the arm, furious that he would belittle all of her hard work, before shoving a large plastic box into his chest. “The crop circle exhibit needs more bats.”
Her brother took the box with an exaggerated sigh but obliged nevertheless. He had learnt long ago that when Isobel was running things you either got on with it or got the hell out of her way. 
With one brother now busy, she moved onto the next. “Right, there’s a few banners that need putting up and then you can go get changed.”
Her demand was met with silence which worried Isobel greatly and when she glanced up from her checklist, she didn’t appreciate the confused look in Michael’s eyes. “Please tell me you have a costume. It’s Halloween Michael!”
“I didn’t exactly plan on staying, Isobel!” he retaliated. He’d been asked to come and fix the glitchy projector in the knock-off Men In Black room, not spend all night with a bunch of people he didn’t know, surrounded by dumb gimmicky aliens. “Why did you choose to have it here anyway? Isn’t it a bit degrading to us as a species?” 
“I didn’t choose it. The Emporium wanted a Halloween event and I’m just part of the committee running it.” She ticked off another item on her list, not rising to his provocation. “Now, go help Max.”
Accepting an easy defeat, Michael took the closest pile of decorations and headed to the exhibit. There were several people milling around each room of the Emporium, all engaged in one task or another. A group of middle aged women were rigorously dusting the artefact cabinets and two guys he vaguely recognised from around town were fixing lighting rigs to the ceiling. 
His heart skipped a beat as he reached the UFO room, his eyes drawn immediately to the spot where he and Alex shared their first kiss. He had been so nervous that day, tentatively grabbing the other boy’s face before he could talk himself out of it, praying that Alex wouldn’t pull away.
Through the red fabric curtains at the back of the room was the crop circle exhibit. It was completely empty of people save for Max attempting to loop a small fuzzy bat around one of the hanging lights.
Taking pity on him, Michael willed the creature to float the extra few inches and fasten itself around the wire. It had been a while since he’d used his powers in a public setting and it gave him such a rush to get away with it unseen. It was quite embarrassing really. It’s not like he was committing a crime in the middle of a police station. Unless you were looking closely, the fact that some objects floated when he was nearby was actually surprisingly easy to miss.
Max’s head immediately whipped round, eyes wide with trepidation. “Dude, what if someone walks in?”
“Chill, Deputy. We’re safe.” Michael rolled his eyes as he began to stroll around the room. He hadn’t been in here since Alex’s last day and literally nothing had changed. I mean, fair enough, there hadn’t exactly been any more alien encounters since then to add to the exhibition. But they could have put some effort in and switched things up a bit.
As he turned to speak to Max his foot caught something, but without hesitation his telekinesis acted fast to catch the alien statue mid-fall. Settling it back on its two feet with his mind, Michael chuckled to himself as he realised exactly what it was that he had knocked over. Turns out the little guy did still have his head on backwards.
It had been four years since Alex’s last day working the ticket booth, when they had sneaked inside during his lunch break to passionately kiss in the dark corners of the museum. If Michael hadn’t been so distracted that day he would have caught the alien before it had a chance to decapitate itself and ruin his make out session.
They had frantically tried to re-attach it, getting their fingers covered in the glue. But alas, as an excitable eighteen year old, Michael had been too focused on the boy he was with to notice he was putting the head on backwards.
Four years and nobody had dealt with the owl impersonating alien. The Emporium really was going downhill.
“You know, if you don’t want to stay I’ll cover for you with her majesty.” Max interrupted his thoughts as he took a banner from the pile still bunched in Michael’s arms and surveyed the room to decide where best to hang it.
“Nah, it’s alright. Can’t leave you without a wingman, can I?” Michael playfully raised an eyebrow as he dumped the pile on the floor and grabbed the other end of the banner.
“I’m serious Michael. You don’t actually have to do as she says you know.” Max grinned at him, hooking his side onto one of the picture frames hanging on the wall and watching Michael do the same.
Michael looked over at his friend. When the day began he had planned to end it in the airstream, drunk on whiskey and in bed with a beautiful stranger. But standing in front of him was his chance to do something different for a change, to spend some time with the only family he had left and maybe even remember it all in the morning.
“I know. But maybe you’re right. It could be fun.”
March 2013
So it was letters like these that made Michael feel guilty about how he’d been spending his time. Or more specifically who he’d been spending his time with.
For the first time in years he could go entire weeks without thinking of Alex once and the odd drunken hookup definitely helped to keep his mind off the boy who barely wrote to him anymore.
It had become a recurring thing for him, much to the chagrin of Isobel who vehemently disapproved of his life choices. She couldn’t understand why Michael wouldn’t want to find someone special and settle down with them. But he wouldn’t expect any less from the girl who was so head over heels in love with her boyfriend.
Isobel had Noah, and Michael?
Michael had Vicky. Last night.
They met at the Pony, as these stories often started for him, and had enjoyed a very long, very sensual night together within the small confines of the airstream.
She made him coffee in the morning, engaged in an appropriate amount of small talk, then left. A perfect night by all accounts, so why couldn’t the rest of his day be perfect too?
When the mailman loudly interrupted his work on his latest batch of sketches he had been tempted not to answer. When he immediately recognised Alex’s handwriting on the front of the envelope he had been very tempted not to open it.
One day he would stop giving in to his feelings for Alex. Today was not that day.
Dear Michael,
I saw someone die today.
I feel kind of numb right now which doesn’t seem right to me, but it’s like I can’t tell what emotion I should be feeling, so I’m just hoping that getting the words onto paper might help get them out of my head.
I don’t know whether I’m supposed to have been prepared for it or not, I mean it’s an occupational hazard that I signed up for so I should be fine, right? I’ve been in Iraq for almost two months now, on my second deployment, and yet this is the first time I’ve actually seen someone get killed right in front of me. So does that make me lucky to have gone this long without it happening?
I could have saved him. If I had just been closer, if I had gotten there quicker, he probably wouldn’t have died. But then if I was closer I probably wouldn’t be writing this right now so I guess I am the lucky one.
I hadn’t known him long but he was a good kid, always hard at work, always looking out for everyone. He was younger than me.
The guys are so quiet. Nobody knows what to do with themselves and this bit I’m strangely used to. It’s not the first time someone I know has been killed and things can’t come to a stop while we’re out here no matter the circumstances. But for a short while after something like this happens it’s like the light inside of everyone just disappears. Like we’re reminded all over again of how quickly things can change here.
We’ll be okay though, we’ll pick each other up and move on. But we’ll never forget him.
They’ll never forget his service. And I’ll never forget what I saw.
I’m sorry, it’s selfish to burden you with this but I just really needed to tell someone.
Hope everything is okay in Roswell.
Stay safe,
Alex.
And just like that Michael was drawn back into the little Alex loving bubble he had been desperately trying to pop.
Stay safe. He writes an entire letter about seeing someone die and he tells Michael to stay safe. And if that didn’t sum up Alex he didn’t know what did. Always trying to look out for other people, even if it hurts him.
Michael re-read the line about being quicker, being closer and something tightens in his chest. He could still remember how guilty Alex had felt after the incident in the toolshed all those years ago, so Michael knew exactly how much Alex would be putting his colleague’s death on his shoulders right now. And if he had been close enough to help, Michael was well aware of how willingly he would have sacrificed himself to keep his teammates safe.
He didn’t even know that Alex was in Iraq. Their communication had slowed so much recently and this entire time Michael had chalked it up to him no longer wanting to keep in contact but maybe this was why he hadn’t been writing.
It reminded him yet again of how little he really knew about Alex’s job and the things he had to face. As much as he would love it, he could hardly expect constant letters with updates of every little part of Alex’s life.
But he could support him. From the safety of his airstream where there were no bullets flying and people dying around him, he could listen to what Alex had to say no matter how long it took to arrive.
His sleeping around had been a poor attempt of cleansing Alex and the war he was fighting from his mind, but Alex would never get that luxury. Not until he was out of the Air Force and back home at least.
The fear of Alex dying was at the forefront of his thoughts once more, but maybe it was a good thing - the kind of fear that propels you forward and gives you hope that things will change. Habits were hard to break but maybe he would take Isobel’s advice and wait for his someone special to make it home.
August 2013
Friday night at the Wild Pony brought out all manner of locals. Friends reuniting after being away for months, married couples taking the time to cool off after a long week at work, the happy drunks, the racist drunks, and already at the bar being served his first drink of the evening, the lonely cowboy.
Max’s shift didn’t end for another hour, but Michael figured there wouldn’t be any harm in getting to the Pony early. He had a higher tolerance than Max anyway so it was better to get a head start.
As he was lifting his first alcohol filled glass to his lips he heard the voice of someone he hadn’t seen in five years. He barely suppressed a groan as he sneaked a glimpse to his left.
“More tequila’s please, Maria.” The man’s voice dripped with confidence.
Michael watched as he placed a tray of empty shot glasses on the bar top before leaning forward, his forearms dropping heavily onto the wood.
Maria took the tray with a smile and got to work.
“Guerin. Still in Roswell, I see.” He said casually, turning to look at Michael. 
“Valenti. Still a dick, I see.” Michael replied, giving his best fake smile.
Kyle’s brow furrowed in surprise at the attitude being directed towards him. He must have remembered Michael’s reputation from school, but he clearly hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end of it half a decade later.
“How have you been?” He continued regardless, somewhat optimistic in the face of Michael’s pre-drunk demeanour. Maria unscrewed the bottle cap and Michael could see her watching them carefully as if they were the main feature of her Wild Pony nature documentary.
“Since when do you care?” Michael remarked tightly, smile still plastered on his face and when Kyle scoffed and looked away, Michael was almost disappointed. The guy from high school would have had him on his ass by now.
“Whatever.” Kyle muttered just as Maria filled the last glass. He slapped some money onto the bar, sliding it forward to meet Maria’s waiting hand and she took it gratefully, put it straight in the till.
“See you around.” He spoke to no-one in particular before leaving with the tray, though not fast enough in Michael’s opinion.
Maria rolled her eyes as she put the tequila bottle back on the shelf. “What did Kyle ever do to you?”
“Do you not remember him in high school?” Michael asked, glancing over his shoulder at where Kyle was handing out the shot glasses round the table. It wasn’t a surprise to see that he was still Mr Popular with the big group of friends.
“Oh no, I remember him. I just don’t remember you ever talking to him.”
“Didn’t have to talk to him to know he was an asshole.” Michael muttered as he downed the last of his drink.
He’d witness enough of his taunting to know exactly what kind of person Kyle Valenti was. He was the cliche jock surrounded by a constant posse of football players, using his popularity to get away with bullying innocent kids.
Nerdy kids whose fear of authority and eagerness to please everyone would be taken advantage of.
Poor kids whose worn down shoes and too small clothes would be an instant target on their backs.
Gay kids who did absolutely nothing to deserve the brunt of Kyle’s torment for so many years. Gay kids who could also pack a mean punch when it really came down to it. 
Kyle had made it his mission in high school to ruin Alex’s life and Michael would never forgive him for it. Simple as that.
“What is he even doing here anyway?”
Maria picked up the closest bottle of whiskey and refilled his glass. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed at how well she knew his drinking habits.
“He’s been travelling to visit family but now he’s back for a few weeks to see some friends before his next year of med school starts.” Maria answered easily, letting out a huff of laughter as Michael narrowed his eyes in confusion. “When you’re this side of the bar, people tell you everything…like I’m sure you’ll be doing soon enough.”
Michael smirked as he took another swig of whiskey. It burned in his chest before settling uneasily in his stomach. “You love it Deluca, don’t try and deny it.”
Taking another look behind him, Michael watched as Kyle spoke, gesturing wildly with his arms as his words held the attention of everyone circled around him. He looked no different from high school, same dark quiff styled neatly with gel, same bulging muscles on show under his tight fitting top, same punchable face.
Watching Alex take a swing at Kyle during prom had been a very proud moment for Michael - and he had barely even known Alex by that point. If he hadn’t been worried that Alex would get hurt, Michael would have gladly watched him punch Kyle for the rest of the evening.
“I think he’s changed, you know.” Maria interrupted his thoughts as she wiped down the bar top in front of him. Her bracelets jangled noisily with every movement. “College has been good for him.”
Michael watched as she ran her necklace between her fingers and went about collecting the empty beer bottles sitting at the end of the bar. “Kyle Valenti will never change.” 
Deep down a tiny part of him would admit that Maria was right. Since leaving high school everyone he’s known has changed in some way or another - normally for the better as they grow out of their ignorant, childish ways. But he just couldn’t imagine golden boy Kyle Valenti turning his life around that much. And even though one day Alex, with his heart of gold, will probably end up forgiving Kyle, Michael never would.
June 2014
“I’m just saying, if Noah expects me to take it easy with this wedding organisation, he’s got another thing coming.” Isobel spoke animatedly as the three of them walked down the street. “I am practically the unofficial Roswell party planning committee after all.”
“Isn’t a committee normally a group of people?” Max quizzed, moving out of the way for a little boy on his bike that was riding towards them.
“Not what you’re supposed to be taking from this conversation, Max.” Isobel glared at him. “I got proposed to guys!”
“Yeah, we got that from the first fifty times you told us.” Michael remarked, righting the cowboy hat that had slipped down on his head.
“Well, I’m allowed to be excited!”
Max gave his sister a fond smile. “Of course you are. But I think any more wedding talk today will literally melt Michael’s brain.”
It had been over a week since Noah had gotten down on one knee and Max and Michael had heard every possible recounting of the evening along with every guest list suggestion, every wedding hairstyle idea, even every floral arrangement possibility. As a couple, they had barely had a chance to set a date, yet Isobel was now firmly stuck in wedding planner mode.
It was Max who had put forward that the three of them meet up. It was his first day off after a busy week of shifts and it was warm out, though the suggestion to make the most of the sun was also a ploy to force Isobel to take a break from her obsessing. But unfortunately the wedding seemed to have followed them.
It didn’t really bother them though as they strolled through town, soaking up the warmth of the rays and enjoying each other’s company. Isobel was happy and in love and it was exactly what she deserved.
As they neared the end of the road, they reached the Crashdown. The cafe was a hubbub of happy, smiling customers and servers in their uniforms and antennae, but it was hard to miss the derogatory, racist words spray painted across the windows. Michael didn’t envy the poor waiter who was desperately scrubbing at them with soapy water.
Every year on the anniversary of Rosa Ortecho’s death the Crashdown was vandalised and every year it hurt more and more to witness.
Arturo Ortecho didn’t deserve the hate he got because of what happened to his daughter. He didn’t deserve for his livelihood, his home to be wrecked every year because of a choice Isobel made. A choice they all made.
After the fateful night six years ago, they had sworn to each other they would not set foot in the Crashdown again, to separate themselves from the Ortecho’s completely. But over the years, whether it be from guilt or concern, they had never been able to keep that promise.
“Let’s go in,” Max said after a moment of staring inside.
“Max-” Michael warned. He was all for keeping up appearances but today of all days they ought to be keeping a low profile when it came to the Crashdown.
“We should show our support. It’s the least we can do.” Max turned to look at him pointedly. And as much as Michael hated it, he was right. They had managed to keep the events of that night a secret for so long now. Avoiding the place once a year wasn’t really going to have as big an impact as they liked to think it would.
And being the cause of Mr Ortecho’s suffering, it was the least they could do.
Entering with a smile, they found a booth in the corner and Michael was made designated ‘seat saver’ as Max and Isobel went up to the counter. They all knew each other’s orders off by heart, but neither sibling wanted to run the risk of potentially running into Arturo alone for fear of not knowing what to say.
Michael watched as the waiter outside finished with one window and moved onto the next.
He was lucky in a way. He could go months without thinking about what they chose to do to those three girls. How they covered up the murders and framed an innocent for it. He doubted Arturo ever had the pleasure of forgetting about the death of his eldest daughter.
And now, as he tried to forget once more about certain events of that night, his mind was drawn to the other life changing incident and his worry for Alex reignited all over again. He had been able to protect Alex from his father back then, but whilst they were on two separate continents, Michael was powerless.
Not that he thought Alex needed his protection. Michael knew just how strong he was, but the job of an airman was unpredictable.
In an attempt to calm his mind, he thought back to the letter he had received yesterday and tried to recall the words it contained.
Dear Michael,
I can’t believe you managed to find work on Mr Anderson’s ranch! Or more specifically, I can’t believe he willingly hired you after the amount of trouble you caused him. I’m guessing you didn’t tell him that it was you that drove straight through his crop field or let all those horses out when we were younger? Because you know as well as I do, that man holds a grudge.
I’m glad you’re finding all this work. I used to worry that you wouldn’t realise how skilled you were so it’s nice to hear that people are actually appreciating your hard work.
I’ve spent the past week updating security measures here and the all-nighters are reminding me of high school before a math test or something. I think I actually used to go days without sleeping sometimes if I was trying to cram in revision and I honestly don’t know how I managed it back then. Teenage me was obviously a lot stronger.
There’s rumours that we could be heading back to North Dakota next month, but I’m not getting my hopes up. Germany’s not too bad, the people have been great and the food is delicious. On our down days we’ve been going to this cafe just outside of base. They have this type of iced coffee that tastes amazing and I’ve definitely had it far too much judging by the amount of teasing I get from my team every time I order it.
As nice as it is here though, it would be good to be back on home soil. I feel like I’ve been away from America for so long.
I’ll let you know if we do end up moving bases and maybe I’ll visit Roswell again soon.
Hope you’re okay.
From,
Alex.
Michael was pulled out of his thoughts as Max and Isobel took their seats. They were bickering about something or other and the familiarity forced all his worries to the back of his mind.
Alex would be home soon and Michael would be able to hold him in his arms and everything would be alright. And for now, he would make the most of his time with the rest of his family.
October 2014
Michael was warming himself by the fire when a car pulled up by the airstream. He had managed to find the old burn barrel at the junkyard a few months ago along with some mismatched chairs and lighting the fire had become a calming night time occurrence for him.
He brought the beer bottle to his lips and took a sip, wordlessly watching as Alex stepped out of the car and wandered over to him. He wasn’t sure why Alex was even here. The letters had been getting infrequent again, the enthusiasm dwindling, and Michael had been starting to suspect that their hearts were just no longer in it.
Alex had informed him that he was on leave for a few days and Michael had been happy, excited even. But at some point between this morning - where he had been frantically trying to calm his nerves as he tided up the place - to this evening, something had changed. He’d managed to overthink everything he’d been wanting to say to Alex for a long time now.
“Hey.” Alex smiled politely as he came to a stop by the fire. If he thought it strange that Michael hadn’t greeted him he didn’t mention it, but he did pause, hands clasped behind his back, almost waiting for permission to take a seat.
Michael took another gulp of beer, watching Alex carefully. “You can sit down you know.”
Alex didn’t need to be told twice, dropping into the seat closest to him. He looked older, the years of service catching up on him, hardening him against all that he had seen. 
“How have you been?” He asked. His voice was calm but Michael could see the wariness in his eyes. So he had noticed Michael’s rather frosty welcoming.
“Same as always.” Michael muttered, looking off into the distance.
“Are you okay-”
“What are you doing here, Alex?” Michael blurted out before he lost the nerve.
Alex’s eyes widened at the outburst, “Sorry, I thought you said I could drop by when I got back.”
“Okay fine, what are we doing here?” Michael rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, “I mean this thing we’re doing, is it real or just some hookup for when you come home?”
Alex recoiled at the accusation and Michael could feel the guilt creeping in once more at the hurt in Alex’s eyes. Okay so maybe that was a bit harsh, but there was no point dragging out this conversation for the next three days. Plus, he suspected his veins were filled more of alcohol than blood right now and when he was on a roll there was no stopping him.
“Last time you were here I tried to have this conversation with you and we got nowhere. That was years ago and we’re still dancing around it.”
“You know it’s not like that. The sex I mean. I don’t come here just to sleep with you, I come to see you.” The fire crackled loudly, the flames casting an orange glow over Alex as he spoke. “I’m sorry I haven’t been writing much lately. Your letters mean everything to me and I like doing this with you, but I just…”
“Just what?” Michael demanded. He could see Alex take a breath as he tried to word the next sentence correctly in his head.
“Anything could happen while I’m in the Air Force and I just don’t think you should pin your hopes on this.”
If Michael could stop with the tunnel vision for two seconds he would realise that Alex was trying to protect him, but all he heard was that Alex didn’t want to be with him, not properly at least. Not as his boyfriend, his partner, his other half.
Michael didn’t have an answer and Alex had no more to add.
They had barely spent five minutes in each other’s company after years apart and they’d already been rendered quiet. It isn’t how either of them had expected it to go. They sat in the uncomfortable silence, their gazes fixed on the fire but barely registering the flames licking the air. Neither wanted to make the first move.
The beautiful boy he had been in love with since they were seventeen had practically just told him that they would never be together and instead of feeling sad or desperate, Michael fell back to his default emotion. He was filled with so much anger he could practically feel it burning under his skin.
The moment he kissed Alex in the museum all those years ago he had seen the future they could have together, but now, in the cool autumn evening as he watched the tips of the flames reaching up to the sky, that dream was crumbling.
“Do you want me to go?” Alex asked faintly after a few minutes.
Yes! If you walk away now then I’ll have my final answer and it will make all of this so much easier.
“No.”
Alex had only just gotten there and as pissed off as Michael felt, the thought of him leaving again suddenly hurt like hell. “I miss you.” He whispered, struggling to make eye contact at the admission.
In his peripheral vision he could see Alex pause uneasily, almost waiting for another outburst, and when none came the airman replied with a wary smile. “Me too.”
May 2015
Another soda can went flying into the air and Max shot it down with trained precision. It almost hit Isobel on the way down who couldn’t hold back a squeal as she moved out of the way.
“I can’t believe you dragged me out here for this.” She huffed at the boys as she righted herself in the chair. Her plans for the weekend had involved shopping, TV and sleeping. It had been a long week and it was what she deserved. Instead, she was getting sand in her shoes and cans flung towards her face.
“You’re the one who said we should practice using our powers more.” Michael smirked, concentrating on the unopened can sitting on the desk inside the airstream. With barely any effort, he watched as it floated through the doorway and over towards Isobel.
“That was an excuse to get into Old Man Simmons’ head and you know it.” She narrowed his eyes at him but grabbed the can anyway. “Besides, isn’t there a more productive way to train?”
“What are you talking about? We used to do this all the time.” Max lifted the gun and signalled for Michael to throw the next can into the air.
“Yeah, when we were like seventeen. Don’t know if you noticed but we’re not kids anymore.”
“Tell me about it. Did you know Sheriff Valenti let me assist on another murder case last week. She said I’m showing potential.” 
“Bit of a morbid thing to brag about there, Deputy.” Michael grinned as he used his power to send the next can flying, trying to catch Max off guard with its speed. Max was too slow to hit it during its ascent, but before it touched the ground he had sent a bullet clean through it.
Michael whistled in amazement and clapped Max on the back. They may be adults now but hitting a target was just as exciting as when they were kids.
Isobel was less than impressed if the furrowed brow was anything to go by. She honestly couldn’t understand the desire to shoot things. “Great, you hit it. Can I go now?”
She made a point of checking the time on her phone with a sigh and Max gave Michael such a sibling look. The kind of look that clearly conveyed annoyance, irritation and the simple question of will she ever stop complaining.
“Will you lighten up Iz, it’s just a bit of fun.” Michael rolled his eyes dramatically. “Now hurry up and drink that, we’re gonna need it soon.”
He was about the throw another can when he noticed a white van driving up the path, recognising it immediately. He felt bad for the guy, having to come out to the middle of nowhere every month or so just to drop off a single letter.
He walked over to meet the mailman as he parked in front of them and gratefully took the letter passed to him through the open window.
“Who the hell is sending you mail?” Isobel leaned forward in her chair as the van drove off and Michael was worried for a second that she would get up and take it from him before he could stop her. She never did have good impulse control.
“It’s probably just junk.” He said dismissively, staring down at his name and address. He didn’t need to open it to know who it was from. He had literally never received a single letter from anyone else in his life.
He tried to plaster on his best nonchalant face as he jogged over to the airstream and prayed that the others wouldn’t ask questions. “It’s fine, I’ll check it later.”
Bypassing every surface entirely, knowing full well that if Isobel saw it on the desk she would open it, he opened the compartment above his bed. The cupboard had gotten more crowded over the years, but the shoebox still had its special little place inside. He looked down at the letter in his hand one more time, debating whether to just rip it open then and there, before sliding it on top of the box.
He’d read it later when he wasn’t busy.
September 2015
“Ahh Deluca. It’s been while.” Michael grinned as he took a seat at the bar. It was early evening on a Friday so the place was pretty packed, but luckily for him there was always a stool empty.
Maria grabbed a glass from the rack and the bottle of whiskey from behind her and began pouring. There were other servers behind the bar so she could afford to take her time conversing with this particular regular.
“Yes, surprisingly I did notice your absence from my bar recently and honestly I’m not sure who that looks worse for.”
“You. Definitely you.” Michael said dryly as he picked up the nearest coaster and began to twirl it between his fingers. “Besides if you were that desperate to see my ruggedly handsome face you wouldn’t have skipped your shift last Friday.”
“The fact that you know my shift pattern is not a good look for you Guerin.” Maria raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “Besides, I’m allowed a night off every now and then.”
“Oh yeah? To do what? Paint your nails? Have a nice little bubble bath? Some other girl related activity?”
“To see a friend actually. Because I have those.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” He muttered playfully and she moved forward to dramatically knock the coaster out of his hand.
“We had a lovely time, thank you for asking. He hasn’t been back home in ages so we decided to make a weekend of it.”
Michael froze at her words. There was really only one person she could be talking about but he asked the question anyway. “What friend is this?”
“Alex? Manes? He went to school with us. Former emo kid turned airman.” 
Michael’s mouth suddenly felt very dry and he couldn’t get his words out. He grabbed the drink that Maria had poured and took a large gulp. “Alex was here?”
“Yeah he had a few days leave so he came to see me. It was really sweet of him, I mean he’s worked hard for that time off and he could literally do anything with it but he chose to come here. I think he was missing home a bit actually.”
Michael bit his lip, almost enough to draw blood. He was suddenly filled with so much hurt he didn’t know what to do with it. “Was he okay?”
“Yeah. I think his work has been a bit tough recently but he seemed happy.” Maria smiled gently.
Seemed happy? Did that mean Alex was happy because he was home? Or because he was spending his time with someone other than Michael?
Michael was glad he was happy, of course he was glad. Alex’s happiness is all he’s ever wanted. And of course, he has a right to visit other friends, it was never Michael’s place to tell him not to. Even when he had stayed with Michael in the past, he had always made time to say hello to other friends before he had to leave again.
But this time he hadn’t even mentioned to Michael that he was coming home. Not a single word in any of the intermittent letters.
And maybe Michael was to blame. The last time they had seen each other hadn’t exactly been perfect. And recently he’d been putting off replying for weeks which Alex must have noticed. But he still always replied in the end! So that must have meant something, right? It must have proven to Alex that he still cared, that he would still want to spend time with him.
There was no way Alex could have known that he would find out. Michael had never properly mentioned the little love-hate friendship he had struck up with Maria over the years, so really Alex could never have predicted this. And that’s probably what he had wanted, to spend time in Roswell under the radar, away from Michael.
Should he be angry about this? Was he angry? Yes. He was probably being overdramatic but this seemed like the final nail in the coffin of their unspoken relationship.
Suddenly, he had the desperate urge to take his mind off everything he’d just heard so without thinking he turned to what he did best. Paying Maria half of what he owed for the drink, he locked eyes with a cute girl at the other end of the bar and eagerly slid off the stool, ready to make a night of it.
January 2016
Isobel grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek before he could stop her. The fireworks exploding into a hundred sparks above their heads were loud, but the cheering from the mass of people crowded outside of the Pony seemed louder.
“Happy New Year!!” Isobel practically screamed in his ear before turning to plant an overly enthusiastic kiss on Noah’s lips. This was probably the most drunk he had ever seen Isobel and every second of it was brilliant.
Max clapped a hand on Michael’s back and they tapped glasses in a less enthusiastic celebration. When Michael had suggested that the four of them go to the Wild Pony for New Year’s he had expected to be shot down instantly, but now that they were here he was glad they had actually agreed.
It had been a good night. There was plenty of alcohol, loud music and he’d won several games of pool - all without using his powers! Even Deluca had seemed almost happy to see him but he put that down to the Christmas spirit she’d been radiating for the past week.
Watching the fireworks felt like such a cliche way to end it. It was perfect. The colours lit up the sky, the bright blues and pinks of the explosions reminding him of the alien console that was slowly coming together beneath the earth of the junkyard and the booms were so powerful he could practically feel them reverberating in his chest.
He had drunk far too much to be able to quite remember how he made it home, but closing the door behind him, he noticed how lonely the airstream felt after spending the evening in a crowd of people. 
He threw his hat onto the desk and his shoes into the nearest corner and dropped onto the bed with a sigh. He clenched his left fist a few times as the ache became noticeable again. Even after all these years, the cold weather still wreaked havoc with his injury, making it cramp or stiffen up at the worst times.
As he stared up at the ceiling he had an idea. A truly terrible idea. And if he was sober he would have realised that, but sensible Michael had taken a break for the night.
He rolled off the bed and stumbled the short distance to his desk. For a messy person, his supplies were surprisingly organised with the paper stacked in one draw and a few envelopes scattered in another. He grabbed the closest pen to him and tested it worked on a scrap design that he hadn’t had the heart to throw away yet.
His uneven lettering would probably give away his drunken state but he didn’t care. This was probably the most honest he would ever be with Alex so why not take advantage of that.
Dear Alex,
I guess I should wish you a happy new year.
You know we’ve never spent a new years together? I know you’re really busy in your super important job but it would have been nice for you to celebrate it at home one year. Or maybe you did and you just didn’t tell me.
I’ve been thinking about leaving Roswell. 2016 has officially begun and I’m stuck doing the same thing I’ve been doing my entire life, living in some tiny metal box and getting paid a measly amount at a job I only half show up to.
So maybe I should just leave. Get out of the town that’s filled with heaps of bad memories. Like all the shit that happened with Max and Isobel, all the stuff with your dad. Everywhere I look in this town has been tainted by bad people and bad choices.
So you know what they say, new year, new start.
I might go to Vegas and try my luck there. Or Texas. It’s not as far but at least I’d fit in. Or maybe I’ll just leave America completely! Europe sounds nice and I bet it isn’t just miles of sand.
I used to wish we could leave together. I’d save up enough money and as soon as you got out of the Air Force we’d just leave. It wouldn’t matter where, just anywhere away from this town. And we’d probably run out of money and it would be an absolute disaster but that would be okay because at least we’d be together.
I don’t think you want that though Alex, I think you’ve already moved on and that really hurts. So maybe I should just move on too.
Enjoy the new year with your boys.
Michael
Without reading it over, he folded the paper into an envelope and sealed it before he could second guess anything.
In the morning he wouldn’t remember what the letter said, but he’d post it anyway.
November 2016
Roswell always did go all out for Veterans Day. There were banners hung in every building, flags flying proudly from every window and it was as though every Roswell born member of the Armed Forces - past and present - had returned for the annual celebration. All except one.
The evening’s event was held at the drive in, organised by the one and only Isobel Evans-Bracken and that was the only reason Michael was there. To support Isobel and that’s it.
This day was hard most years. The constant reminders of Alex everywhere he’d go, the odd sighting of Jesse Manes being thanked for his service when that man was the entire reason for Alex’s absence.
He had always believed that he would get used to it the longer Alex was away. The town was very pro-military and there always seemed to be some parade or other so the constant reminders should have made him accustomed to the feelings it brought up.
But wishful thinking strikes again.
And this year seemed to be the worst of the lot.
He and Alex had hardly spoken all year and the letters he did receive sounded like Alex was just checking if he was still in Roswell more than anything else. He never quite worked out what gave the airman the impression that he would be leaving anytime soon.
To be fair though, all of his replies had been short and vague with a rather blunt tone that he couldn’t help. A small part of him knew that he was pushing Alex away and it was screaming at him, begging him to stop, but he didn’t listen. Unfortunately, when he was hurt his self preservation kicked in big time.
Grabbing another beer from the cooler, he took a seat next to Max on the back of the truck and watched as Master Sergeant Jesse Manes took to the stage to give a speech about duty and sacrifice and how those who had lost their lives had done so proudly in the service of their country.
It made him wonder if Alex would feel proud in his last moments. If the worst happened, would he be glad to die for his country or would he be afraid? Would he be filled with fear as he lay in the dirt, cold and bleeding, waiting for help that wasn’t going to arrive on time? Would he be with his team, surrounded by love and friendship and people begging him to be okay or would he be alone? 
Or maybe it would be quick. A swift bullet to the head or heart. A nice clean shot and a point to the enemy. There one minute and gone the next.
Would Alex even feel it?
Would Michael?
As the townsfolk and various uniformed men and women began clapping loudly around him, his mind was brought back to the present. Manes gave a wave to the crowd as he ended his speech and passed the microphone over to Isobel to announce the evening’s agenda.
As she listed the live music and entertainment that was in store, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on her words instead of the thoughts circling his head. He didn’t know why he still cared so much. Alex wasn’t Michael’s to protect or worry about. Not anymore.
Michael had moved on and maybe if he drunk enough tonight, his heart would finally believe that and his mind would stop reciting the latest letter that had arrived at his door.
Dear Michael,
We were shipped off to Baghdad two months ago.
I wasn’t going to tell you because I don’t want you to worry and it’s not fair for me to force this onto you when you’re off living your own life now. It’s just a lot has happened on this tour already and I’ve been getting this feeling that I should probably let you know that I’m here.
All things considered, I’m actually quite lucky that this is only my third deployment bearing in mind how many years I’ve been serving. I’ve heard stories about some people who are on tour after tour and I don’t think I’d be able to handle the never ending missions.
It turns out I must be quite good at my job though because the team I’m with requested me. They needed someone with my specialist skillset so I guess its rather flattering but it makes me think that this job is going to be harder than the others.
It’s crazy to think about how much I’ve accomplished since I first joined. Seventeen year old Alex would hate that I’m still here but I guess he didn’t know the world like I do now. I still think about him sometimes though, the rebellious kid who wore too much eyeliner.
I know I don’t say it much but I’m really grateful for the time we spent together back then. And since then. They’re some of my favourite memories.
But I’m glad you’ve found your own path in life. You have a job that you love, a place to live that you can call your own and friends and family that you can always turn to.
I hope everyone is okay back home. I hope you’re okay. 
And more than anything, I hope that you’re happy. It’s what you deserve and I’m sure one day you’ll find someone who sees that and makes you even happier.
From, 
Alex.
He hated that Alex was back there.
And he hated that the letter sounded like a goodbye.
February 2017
Dear Alex,
I know it’s taken me a while to reply. It’s not that I didn’t want to, I’ve just been thinking about everything that’s happened and I didn’t want to say something I would regret. You’d probably tell me that I was overthinking and I’d dramatically disagree of course. But you would be right.
I’ve been thinking a lot about where you are right now and all of the bad things that could happen. I’m not going to go into how many soldiers have died over there because I’m sure you know more about it than me, just make sure you’re not added to that list, okay? I haven’t acted like it recently but it worries me that you’re somewhere so dangerous, so please be careful.
I know we’ve drifted but I still care about you Alex so I need you to be okay. I’ve been distancing myself from you these past few years and I’m sorry for that. I thought you were pushing me away so I did all I could to push you away first. I know I can’t change that now but maybe it can be different going forward.
It’s been almost three years since I last saw you in person and in a weird way it feels like yesterday. Three years sounds like a long time but looking back, it’s flown past way too quickly. So much has changed since then. I see Sanders occasionally but I haven’t worked at the junkyard in years, Isobel is married, the Wild Pony has starting having open mic nights and the Crashdown has gained about ten new milkshakes.
But I suppose the one constant is that you haven’t been here. You’ve been off being an American hero and that’s such an incredible achievement. You’ve travelled to places that I will never go, accomplished things I will probably never understand and been involved in so much that I can never know about. 
I’m sure it hasn’t always been the positive experience that people make it out to be, but I’m so happy you’ve been able to make something of your life.
You’re probably on some super secret mission right now with your little carefully selected team, but if you’ve got a minute, let me know that you’re okay.
Michael
July 2017
Alex hadn't answered. Five months and four goddamn letters and Alex hadn't answered a single one. And Michael was pissed. 
Well, first he was terrified. He had made up all manner of excuses. Maybe the letters got lost in the post. Maybe Alex was too busy to reply. But the never ending weeks of radio silence soon left Michael thinking the worst.
He had scoured the news headlines for any reports of American deaths in Iraq, he checked the obituary lists for any updates and he kept an ear out for any locals discussing the untimely death of Alex Manes.
He didn’t want to find out but he needed to know the truth.
Maria hadn’t mentioned anything in the many nights he had spent drowning his sorrows at the bar, so he took that as a good sign but then again she could just be as in the dark as he was.
After a while though, when no bad news had surfaced, he accepted the sad fact that Alex had chosen not to reply.
That the man he once loved had read his letters and hadn’t cared enough to respond. That he’d read the carefully selected words that conveyed Michael’s love and gratitude and worry. That he’d held the paper in his hands, each letter more honest than the last, and had decided to leave Michael hanging.
And if it proved one thing, it’s that he was right to stop waiting for Alex. 
He had woken up that morning missing Alex desperately. Missing his face, his voice, his laugh, his words. But when, once again, no letter arrived, his anger tore through as he finally decided to face the cold hard truth that had been waiting in the back of his mind for weeks.
Their relationship had been going downhill for a long time and now the airman had clearly made the choice for the both of them. Alex had ended whatever it was they had going on and so now Michael would do the same.
That night he went to sleep, vowing to never think of Alex again, so painfully unaware that Alex, now with half a limb cruelly taken from him, had read the letters. In fact he'd read over every letter in his metal box, mourning the end of their relationship with each one. 
Waking up in the hospital bed five months ago he'd seen his future. The future filled with therapy, physio, phantom pains, decreased mobility, the constant awkwardness from other people. And he refused to burden Michael with that. His beautiful cowboy deserved so much better.
Soon the letters would stop completely and Alex would accept that because why would Michael keep trying when he was receiving nothing in return? And maybe they’ll never see each other again and maybe they’ll never reconcile, but that would be okay because at least this way, Michael would be free.
December 2017
It was two weeks until Christmas and Isobel was on his case about a present. Why do you have to make my life difficult, Michael? You’re the only person I haven’t bought for, Michael. Can you find some actual hobbies so that I know what to get you, Michael?
The queen of organisation was getting very stressed at the mere thought of having to do any last minute shopping but how would Michael tell her what he really wanted for Christmas when obtaining it was impossible?
And yeah, yeah, he said he was going to stop thinking about him. But let’s be real, that was never going to happen.
Instead he drank. A lot. And gambled and hooked up with pretty girls and committed enough petty crime to make Max consider a very early retirement.  
Anything to get his mind off Alex. But as blissful as the forgetting was in the night, it always came flooding back in the morning. Because every morning he woke up and stared at the compartment where the box was stored and every morning it reminded him of Alex. Well, no more.
Sitting on the edge of the bed as he tried to ignore the cold winter wind raging outside, he made the decision to move it. If he hid it away and promised himself that he would never look inside again then maybe, just maybe, he would finally move on.
Standing up was a choice he instantly regretted as the room spun slightly and the sun blaring in through the newspaper covered window immediately fuelled the hangover burning behind his eyes. But as soon as everything settled he wasted no time in opening the compartment and taking out the box.
His fingers were itching to lift up the lid and peek inside but that would only make it harder. Instead he clamped the sides tightly in his grip and headed straight for the closet.
It was ironic really, hiding Alex in the closet - a thought that only came to him as he was opening the door - but it was the only place in the tiny hamster cage of a home where it would be safe from prying eyes, Michael’s included. 
There were a pair of boots at the bottom alongside some old clothes Max had given him years ago and a cardboard box of blueprints, photos and spaceship pieces he had yet to take to the junkyard.
He lifted them out easily and dumped them unceremoniously on the floor next to where he was kneeling - they had been shoved in the bottom of a closet for god knows how long, they could manage a bit of manhandling.
With the space now empty, the shoebox went in first, being pushed as far into the corner as possible before he gave himself the chance to change his mind. The larger box went back in next, taking up the remaining floor space, then the boots and bag of clothes were thrown in afterwards. As long as they didn’t fall out, he didn’t care where they landed.
As he closed the door his phone rang and looking at the caller ID the timing couldn’t have been more perfect as he’d finally thought of an idea for what Isobel could buy him.
Because why spend your own money to fuel your drinking habit when someone else could do it for you.
March 2018
Michael was shocked awake by a loud thump. Sitting up too quickly, scrambling to get his brain in gear, he noticed Max standing on the other side of the cage with a large pile of files on the desk in front of him. That explains what caused the rude awakening then.
“Thanks.” He groaned, lying back down on the metal bench. His head was thumping and he was not in the mood for the conversation that was bound to follow.
“Is this gonna be a regular thing with you?” Max asked as he took a seat at the desk. The chair scraped horribly on the floor and it made Michael wince.
He stared up at the ceiling and took a few breaths before talking. He didn’t normally feel this bad after drinking but he’d forgotten to grab a bottle of acetone before heading to the Pony and it had been a long night.
“I thought you wanted to spend more time together.” He replied impudently after a moment. 
He heard Max sigh and could practically see him rolling his eyes.
“It’s not funny, Michael.”
“It’s a little funny.” He smirked, attempting to sit up again, groaning as it became clear how much his back hadn’t appreciated his drunk tank sleeping arrangements. Max didn’t even glance up at him from the file he was reading. “Right, are you gonna let me out or not?”
“Nope. Valenti’s just outside and she’ll know if I go easy on you.” 
Michael scoffed and debated just lifting the keys from the desk with his powers. Why did Max have to be such a rule-following little Deputy? It was as if Max was the mind reader of the trio though as he grabbed the keys without looking and put them straight into his pocket.
“I’m just trying to help you.” Max gave him a pointed look that Michael just wanted to punch right off his face sometimes.
“Like always…” Michael muttered under his breath.
“I’m surprised Maria hasn’t barred you yet. You cause her more trouble than it’s worth.”
“The fight wasn’t even that bad, everyone just overreacted. Besides, the other guy totally started it.”
Max shook his head as he got back to his work. Michael wasn’t lying, he hadn’t started the fight, he had just been rather eager to join in. Sometimes punching things felt good.
Max was clearly not letting him out anytime soon and it was well before noon so no-one was expecting him to be at work for a good couple of hours. He could try to negotiate his freedom but Max had this whole save Michael from himself agenda going on recently so it would probably just be a waste of breath.
Instead he could take the easy route and catch up with a bit more sleep.
June 2018
“Quick Alex, run and tell your daddy.”
Michael instantly regretted his words the second the door had closed behind him.
But he hadn’t seen Alex in four years, hadn’t heard from him in months. He had every right to be angry. Right?
Except he wasn’t angry, not really, that was just a façade he was forcing forward to help protect himself from the heartache threatening to break through. He never could stay angry at Alex for long.
Looking through the shoebox filled him with a cautious kind of hope. Just because Alex was back didn’t mean anything was going to change between them but Michael just couldn’t help it.
He sat on the floor for a while as he read over some of the letters, his legs getting cramped in the small gap between the bed and the closet. He had forgotten how happy the earlier letters were, the ones sent before Alex had had a chance to experience combat. They had both been so young back then, so unaware of how life would turn out.
Once he was finished, he left the shoebox on his desk, feeling too nostalgic to put it back in the closet but not yet ready to commit to the overhead compartment again. Thoughts of Alex followed him well into the afternoon of the next day and they didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. Twenty-four hours since Alex had been standing right in front of him and he had completely fallen for the airman all over again.
But that couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let Alex in again. Not if it was just going to end the same way.
So when Alex approached him at the reunion, suggesting that he had turned his trailer into a meth lab, Michael did all he could to put the wall back up again. He was sarcastic and aggrieved and did his best to rile Alex up. You trying to hold my hand, Private?
And when he shoved past Alex he pretended to himself that it felt good.
But the heart wants what the hearts wants and all evening his eyes kept being drawn back to Alex. He barely noticed the girl at his side as he watched Alex smile politely and engage in conversation with people they had both gone to school with and when Alex ducked into a side room, he couldn’t stop his feet from following.
Watching Alex check his prosthetic broke Michael’s heart. He wanted to ask a million questions, how did it happen? When did it happen? Does it hurt? Are you okay? Alex was walking on it, albeit with a crutch, so it must have been at least a year since he was injured and Michael had been oblivious to it all. Although an entire year of unanswered letters were suddenly provided with a devastating explanation.
To lose a limb must be unimaginable, but whatever had caused it, Michael was just so glad that it hadn’t taken all of him.
He leaned against the doorway as his eyes roamed over every part of the man in front of him, taking him in completely. His beautiful face that Michael was desperate to put a smile on, his soft hair that had grown since he had last been home, the checkered shirt that looked so much more Alex than the uniform, the way he glowed under the coloured lights.
They had both been through so much this past decade but Alex was back, potentially for good this time, and Michael was about to dive headfirst into the possibility of them rekindling whatever it was they once had.
“Nostalgia’s a bitch, huh?” He spoke up, hoping beyond anything that Alex wouldn’t walk away. He allowed a gentle smile and when Alex dropped his leg to the floor and faced him properly, he felt his heartbeat quicken.
Alex took a moment to reply and when he did his face gave no hints as to whether he was happy to see Michael or not. “I thought for sure when I got back from Iraq you would be long gone.” 
“Is that what you want?” Michael avoided eye contact, suddenly not wanting to witness the moment Alex turned him away but still, he walked closer.
“We’re not kids anymore.” Alex whispered, the words catching in his throat, and still Michael kept walking. “What I want doesn’t matter.”
They were so close to each other now, barely an arm’s length away from touching and the close proximity gave Michael all the courage he needed. He drew his longing gaze away from Alex’s eyes to his soft lips and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
One moment they were two separate people and the next they were crashing together like waves that had been parted for an eternity.
Michael’s entire body tingled, the feeling of Alex’s palm on his back, Alex’s lips against his own. He was hardly aware of what his hands were doing, cupping Alex’s face and pulling him closer, hungry and intense and desperate to reclaim what they had lost. He barely breathed as the rest of the world fell away until it was just them in their intimate, almost forbidden, moment.
His anger at Alex and his year long desire to banish any thought of him was long forgotten. He was back, he was here and Michael didn’t ever want to let go. 
As they parted, foreheads still touching, Michael couldn’t bear to take his eyes off the man in front of him, convinced that if he closed his eyes for even a second it would all disappear. The moment was so perfect, part of him felt like he was dreaming.
Their relationship over the past decade had been a complete rollercoaster but now, feeling Alex pressed against him, Michael was convinced that things would be different now.
And maybe, just maybe, there was hope.
The End.
Thank you for reading ❤️✨
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How To Deal with Emergency Water Damage in Johns Creek, Roswell, And Atlanta, GA
People tend to panic when water floods one home beginning to damage the structure and furniture. The reasons for extensive water damage are varied, with flooding, burst pipeline, and even a leaky roof being responsible for the devastating effect. It certainly makes sense to contact the necessary professionals to get a respite during emergency water damage in Johns Creek, Roswell, and Atlanta, GA. The concerned person who faces the issue should be alert while handling the situation competently. ​ The primary rule would be to stem the damage and have the affected area back to normal ASAP. Following a streamlined plan becomes a necessity in such circumstances too. The right way to address the emergency situation and have one’s life back on track must include the following steps: Complete Protection The sight of water gushing inside is too horrific. It is necessary to keep one’s cool and take care to protect oneself and the family while moving the valuables to a safe area at the same time. Flooding may jeopardize one’s life as well, while contaminated water that comes in from a burst pipe or sewerage is known to cause severe health issues. Some of the things that need to be done urgently to ensure 100% safety should include taking the following measures: · Shutting down all electric appliances and power at the outlets · Evacuating the flooded area as early as possible · Wearing protective garments while moving through knee or ankle-deep water inside one’s home · Removal of all essential documents and valuable objects to safety · Shutting water at the source · It makes sense to identify the water source and turn off the control to reduce further damage. · One must be able to check and identify the faulty valves of the pipe system and turn it off to prevent further water damage. · Preventive measures to keep out the floodwaters must be ensured by following the orders of the local authorities. · Water leaking through the ceiling must be stopped t all costs by repairing the roof and plastering the ceiling. Drying It is essential to dry parts of the property as best as possible. The right way to do the needful is to hire a professional company for restoration services. The restoration team will attempt to remove water from the home/office by: · Lifting the wet furniture and removing the items to another location · Mopping of the floor to eliminate pooling of water and vacuuming carefully · Carpets and rugs along with furnishings may be washed and hung out to dry · Tall fans and dehumidifiers will be employed to dry the area completely · The AC may be put on at full blast if there is no water seepage in the walls or into the electric mains · The restoration team will be sure to inspect the damaged area and allow re-entry once the damage is reversed and the property salvaged. As much as water damage restoration is necessary at the earliest, fire damage restoration in Johns Creek, Roswell, and Atlanta, GA, must be done urgently as well.
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Top 3 Causes of Winter Water Damage at Home
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In addition to chilly temperatures and snowy scenery in Georgia, winter weather brings an increased risk of water damage to your home. Winter is notorious for being cold and wet, and large amounts of snow and ice can have severe consequences. Learn three of the top causes of winter water damage and how to reduce your risk from the experts at ServiceMaster by LoveJoy. This winter, spend less time worrying about water damage and more time enjoying the season with your family and friends.
Causes of Winter Water Damage
1. Burst or Frozen Pipes
Frozen pipes build up significant pressure, which can lead to cracks and flooding once the ice melts. Make sure your outer walls and any exposed pipes are properly insulated. Caulk cracks and holes you see in your exterior walls to prevent cold air from reaching the pipes. Shield exposed pipes from freezing temperatures by wrapping them with insulating tape or old towels. When temperatures are very low or you plan to be away from home for several days, leave the faucets lightly dripping and keep the cabinets under your sink open to allow warm air to circulate around the pipes. Doing so will keep water flowing and can help prevent your pipes from freezing.
Solution:
For maximum protection against hidden or sudden leaks, install a detection system that can monitor water pressure and automatically signal a water shut-off in the event of a leak or blocked pipe. This technology can reduce the amount of water damage caused by burst or frozen pipes in winter.
2. Ice Dams and Roof Leaks
Icicles may be a staple of winter, but they can wreak havoc on your home. If your gutters are clogged, snow that melts off your roof won't pass through the drainage system properly. As the water trapped in your gutters refreezes, a wall of icicles will build up, eventually causing ice dams. The melt from these ice dams can damage your roof and seep into your attic, causing structural damage or mold.
Any ice melt that drips over the sides of your gutters has the potential to pool next to your home's foundation and cause additional water damage as well. Finally, sharp icicles may break off as they melt, posing a serious safety hazard.
Solution:
Clean your gutters before the cold weather hits to keep the dangers of ice dams and roof leaks at bay.
3. Water Sources
Neglecting your outdoor water sources could cause problems when spring rolls around.
Solution:
When the temperatures drop, you should shut off the water to your outdoor hoses and spigots. Drain any water from your hoses, and then store them so they don't freeze, crack or break in the cold.
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michaelgloverx5-blog · 7 years ago
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Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping?
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The average national cost of septic pumping for your septic tank differs quite a bit to give an estimate for your home. A lot of different items go into determining how much your septic tank pumping will cost. Since your septic tank should be pumped every five years or so, it is an important factor of homeownership to work into your budget.
Many people should start thinking about septic pumping cost Roswell GA as soon as the toilets start running slowly, there is a strange odor in the home, or something just seems 'off' with the septic system.
Just How Does Septic Pumping Work?
Septic pumping works with a municipal sewer system, one that is maintained by your township. On the other hand, your septic tank that is on your property is your obligation. Wastewater from your property (toilets, sink drains, showers, washing machines, etc.) flows into the septic tank. The septic tank breaks up the water into three parts: solid waste at the bottom, water in the middle, and fats and oils on the very top. The part at the top turns to scum, which can bring on problems. The waste at the bottom turns into a type of sludge that enters into your soil.
Needless to say, it isn't something pleasant to think about.
Typically, you wouldn't see a septic tank because it is buried on your property. When you do see signs of it, then there may be a problem.
Pumping Considerations
Most people pump their septic tanks between every three to five years, depending on the number of people use the septic tank and how big it is. Septic pumping cost Roswell GA are much lower if you have maintenance performed on it regularly and hire a trusted company. Now, you must never pump your own septic tank, as you may do irreversible damage to the tank itself.
In many cases, you can get in touch with a professional near you that has the best tools and equipment to handle everything in a timely, clean, and effective manner.
Septic pumping will cost more the longer you wait to do it.
Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: Parts
If you get your septic pump repaired, it will cost you for parts. One of the most typical dilemma that people face with a septic pump is the filter, which costs under $400 for the part. The moment you replace the filter, however, you will see quite a difference in the way everything runs, preventing you from spending any other fees.
Of course, like with everything else, there are other parts of the septic pump that can fail. Repairing fittings, replacing pipes, getting a new pump, as well as getting a new lid or riser can cost you anywhere around $50 to $600, just depending on what type of septic pump you have, the system your township uses, and what type of septic tank you have.
If the tank itself will need to be replaced, you are looking at a few thousand dollars just for the system, and then you will need to pay for the excavation and resoiling.
Keeping Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA Down
Along with regular maintenance, there are a few things that homeowners may do to keep their septic tank maintenance and septic pumping costs down. Remember that a healthy, effective septic tank is required to keep your home and yard safe and to keep solid matter breaking down. There are a number of different things you can do:
Always work with high-quality septic tank cleaners and maintenance teams
Avoid putting anything heavy over your septic tank, including cars, buildings, and pools
Do not plant trees or shrubs that root over or near your septic tank
Try not to flush baby wipes, paper towels, diapers, pads, or tampons down your drains
A few other things that can help with septic pumping costs include knowing where your septic tank is– you 'd be surprised how many do not know, especially if they have just moved into the home. The less time a contractor spends finding your septic tank, the lower your labor costs will be. It can sometimes take over an hour to find, depending on the size of your property.
Overall, regular maintenance is the best thing you can do to keep your septic pumping cost Roswell GA low. However, to have a trusted company will still cost you some time and money. Hire a skilled professional to pump your septic tank every few years so that it stays at peak efficiency. To know more about septic pumping cost Roswell GA call us (404) 998-8812 today.
The post Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping? appeared first on Atlanta Septic Tank Pros.
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johnnysmithxs62-blog · 7 years ago
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Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping?
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The average national cost of septic pumping for your septic tank differs quite a bit to give an estimate for your home. A lot of different items go into determining how much your septic tank pumping will cost. Since your septic tank should be pumped every five years or so, it is an important factor of homeownership to work into your budget.
Many people should start thinking about septic pumping cost Roswell GA as soon as the toilets start running slowly, there is a strange odor in the home, or something just seems 'off' with the septic system.
Just How Does Septic Pumping Work?
Septic pumping works with a municipal sewer system, one that is maintained by your township. On the other hand, your septic tank that is on your property is your obligation. Wastewater from your property (toilets, sink drains, showers, washing machines, etc.) flows into the septic tank. The septic tank breaks up the water into three parts: solid waste at the bottom, water in the middle, and fats and oils on the very top. The part at the top turns to scum, which can bring on problems. The waste at the bottom turns into a type of sludge that enters into your soil.
Needless to say, it isn't something pleasant to think about.
Typically, you wouldn't see a septic tank because it is buried on your property. When you do see signs of it, then there may be a problem.
Pumping Considerations
Most people pump their septic tanks between every three to five years, depending on the number of people use the septic tank and how big it is. Septic pumping cost Roswell GA are much lower if you have maintenance performed on it regularly and hire a trusted company. Now, you must never pump your own septic tank, as you may do irreversible damage to the tank itself.
In many cases, you can get in touch with a professional near you that has the best tools and equipment to handle everything in a timely, clean, and effective manner.
Septic pumping will cost more the longer you wait to do it.
Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: Parts
If you get your septic pump repaired, it will cost you for parts. One of the most typical dilemma that people face with a septic pump is the filter, which costs under $400 for the part. The moment you replace the filter, however, you will see quite a difference in the way everything runs, preventing you from spending any other fees.
Of course, like with everything else, there are other parts of the septic pump that can fail. Repairing fittings, replacing pipes, getting a new pump, as well as getting a new lid or riser can cost you anywhere around $50 to $600, just depending on what type of septic pump you have, the system your township uses, and what type of septic tank you have.
If the tank itself will need to be replaced, you are looking at a few thousand dollars just for the system, and then you will need to pay for the excavation and resoiling.
Keeping Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA Down
Along with regular maintenance, there are a few things that homeowners may do to keep their septic tank maintenance and septic pumping costs down. Remember that a healthy, effective septic tank is required to keep your home and yard safe and to keep solid matter breaking down. There are a number of different things you can do:
Always work with high-quality septic tank cleaners and maintenance teams
Avoid putting anything heavy over your septic tank, including cars, buildings, and pools
Do not plant trees or shrubs that root over or near your septic tank
Try not to flush baby wipes, paper towels, diapers, pads, or tampons down your drains
A few other things that can help with septic pumping costs include knowing where your septic tank is– you 'd be surprised how many do not know, especially if they have just moved into the home. The less time a contractor spends finding your septic tank, the lower your labor costs will be. It can sometimes take over an hour to find, depending on the size of your property.
Overall, regular maintenance is the best thing you can do to keep your septic pumping cost Roswell GA low. However, to have a trusted company will still cost you some time and money. Hire a skilled professional to pump your septic tank every few years so that it stays at peak efficiency. To know more about septic pumping cost Roswell GA call us (404) 998-8812 today.
The post Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping? appeared first on Atlanta Septic Tank Pros.
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atlantaseptictankpros · 7 years ago
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Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping?
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The average national cost of septic pumping for your septic tank differs quite a bit to give an estimate for your home. A lot of different items go into determining how much your septic tank pumping will cost. Since your septic tank should be pumped every five years or so, it is an important factor of homeownership to work into your budget.
Many people should start thinking about septic pumping cost Roswell GA as soon as the toilets start running slowly, there is a strange odor in the home, or something just seems 'off' with the septic system.
Just How Does Septic Pumping Work?
Septic pumping works with a municipal sewer system, one that is maintained by your township. On the other hand, your septic tank that is on your property is your obligation. Wastewater from your property (toilets, sink drains, showers, washing machines, etc.) flows into the septic tank. The septic tank breaks up the water into three parts: solid waste at the bottom, water in the middle, and fats and oils on the very top. The part at the top turns to scum, which can bring on problems. The waste at the bottom turns into a type of sludge that enters into your soil.
Needless to say, it isn't something pleasant to think about.
Typically, you wouldn't see a septic tank because it is buried on your property. When you do see signs of it, then there may be a problem.
Pumping Considerations
Most people pump their septic tanks between every three to five years, depending on the number of people use the septic tank and how big it is. Septic pumping cost Roswell GA are much lower if you have maintenance performed on it regularly and hire a trusted company. Now, you must never pump your own septic tank, as you may do irreversible damage to the tank itself.
In many cases, you can get in touch with a professional near you that has the best tools and equipment to handle everything in a timely, clean, and effective manner.
Septic pumping will cost more the longer you wait to do it.
Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: Parts
If you get your septic pump repaired, it will cost you for parts. One of the most typical dilemma that people face with a septic pump is the filter, which costs under $400 for the part. The moment you replace the filter, however, you will see quite a difference in the way everything runs, preventing you from spending any other fees.
Of course, like with everything else, there are other parts of the septic pump that can fail. Repairing fittings, replacing pipes, getting a new pump, as well as getting a new lid or riser can cost you anywhere around $50 to $600, just depending on what type of septic pump you have, the system your township uses, and what type of septic tank you have.
If the tank itself will need to be replaced, you are looking at a few thousand dollars just for the system, and then you will need to pay for the excavation and resoiling.
Keeping Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA Down
Along with regular maintenance, there are a few things that homeowners may do to keep their septic tank maintenance and septic pumping costs down. Remember that a healthy, effective septic tank is required to keep your home and yard safe and to keep solid matter breaking down. There are a number of different things you can do:
Always work with high-quality septic tank cleaners and maintenance teams
Avoid putting anything heavy over your septic tank, including cars, buildings, and pools
Do not plant trees or shrubs that root over or near your septic tank
Try not to flush baby wipes, paper towels, diapers, pads, or tampons down your drains
A few other things that can help with septic pumping costs include knowing where your septic tank is– you 'd be surprised how many do not know, especially if they have just moved into the home. The less time a contractor spends finding your septic tank, the lower your labor costs will be. It can sometimes take over an hour to find, depending on the size of your property.
Overall, regular maintenance is the best thing you can do to keep your septic pumping cost Roswell GA low. However, to have a trusted company will still cost you some time and money. Hire a skilled professional to pump your septic tank every few years so that it stays at peak efficiency. To know more about septic pumping cost Roswell GA call us (404) 998-8812 today.
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Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: What Does it Cost to Pay For Septic Pumping?
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The average national cost of septic pumping for your septic tank differs quite a bit to make an estimate for your home. A lot of different items go into determining just how much your septic tank pumping will cost. Since your septic tank should be pumped every five years or so, it is an important factor of homeownership to work into your budget.
A lot of people need to begin thinking about septic pumping cost Roswell GA as the toilets start running slowly, there is a weird smell in the home, or something just seems 'off' with the septic system.
How Does Septic Pumping Work?
Septic pumping use a municipal sewer system, one that is managed through your township. However, your septic tank that is on your property is your obligation. Wastewater from your property (toilets, sink drains, showers, washing machines, etc.) passes into the septic tank. The septic tank divides the water into three parts: solid waste at the bottom, water in the middle, and fats and oils on the very top. The part at the top turns to scum, which can bring on dilemmas. The waste at the bottom turns into a type of sludge that enters into your soil.
Needless to say, it isn't something pleasant to deal with.
Normally, you will not see a septic tank since it is buried on your property. In case you do see signs of it, then there may be a problem.
Pumping Considerations
Most people pump their septic tanks between every three to five years, depending on how many people use the septic tank and how big it is. Septic pumping cost Roswell GA are lower if you have maintenance performed on it regularly and hire a reliable company. Now, you must not pump your own septic tank, as you might do permanent damage to the tank itself.
In many cases, you can call a professional near you that has the best tools and equipment to take care of everything in a timely, clean, and effective manner.
Septic pumping will cost more the longer you wait to do it.
Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA: Parts
If you get your septic pump repaired, it will cost you for parts. One of the most typical problem that people face with a septic pump is the filter, which costs under $400 for the part. The moment you replace the filter, however, you will see quite a difference in the way everything functions, keeping you from spending any other fees.
Of course, like with everything else, there are various other parts of the septic pump that can fail. Repairing fittings, replacing pipes, purchasing a new pump, or even getting a new lid or riser can cost you anywhere around $50 to $600, just depending on what type of septic pump you have, the system your township uses, and what type of septic tank you have.
If the tank itself needs to be replaced, you are looking at a few thousand dollars just for the system, and then you will need to pay for the excavation and resoiling.
Keeping Septic Pumping Cost Roswell GA Down
In addition to regular maintenance, there are a couple of things that homeowners can do to keep their septic tank maintenance and septic pumping costs down. Keep in mind that a healthy, effective septic tank is required to keep your home and yard safe and to keep solid matter breaking down. There are a few different things you should do:
Always work with high-quality septic tank cleaners and maintenance teams
Avoid putting anything heavy over your septic tank, including cars, buildings, and pools
Do not plant trees or shrubs that root over or near your septic tank
Try not to flush baby wipes, paper towels, diapers, pads, or tampons down your drains
Some other things that can help with septic pumping costs include knowing where your septic tank is– you 'd be surprised how many do not know, especially if they have just relocated into the home. The less time a contractor spends locating your septic tank, the lower your labor costs will be. It can at times take over an hour to locate, depending on the size of your property.
Overall, regular maintenance is the most ideal thing you may do to keep your septic pumping cost Roswell GA low. However, to have a reliable company will still cost you some time and money. Hire a professional to pump your septic tank every few years to ensure that it stays at peak efficiency. To know more about septic pumping cost Roswell GA contact us (470) 798-3733 today.
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Ways to Stay Cool without Using So Much AC
In the summer, all we want is to turn down the temperature on the thermostat as low as it can go and lay around the house, perhaps with a popsicle in hand or a nice frosty beverage. Of course, this isn’t always possible. First, you’ve likely got lots to do in the summer. Second, your air conditioner uses a lot of energy, and cranking up the AC will reflect poorly on your monthly bills and wear down the system a lot faster.
There are ways to help yourself and your family members to stay cool without using so much energy. Follow our tips and call our friendly team for air conditioning services throughout the Atlanta area.
Self-Care in the Summer
First things first: in warmer weather, it’s important to take care of your family and your own body, especially if temperatures reach dangerous extremes.
Avoid strenuous outdoor work.
If you do have to work outside, take plenty of breaks and make sure someone is there with you.
Listen to your body, and learn to take rests every now and then if needed.
Wear light clothing in light colors, as this reflects the sun’s rays.
Always drink plenty of water. Avoid alcohol and caffeine.
Check on elderly neighbors and family members or anyone without AC.
Never leave a child or pet in a hot car.
Giving Your Air Conditioner a Break
There are times when you can and should give your air conditioner a break.
At night, you can often turn off the AC and open up some windows.
In the daytime, close the shades and blinds to keep out the sun.
Don’t use appliances that heat the house during the day, like your oven or dryer.
Go to a local library or shopping mall to use the AC there. (However, think of your pets at home if you have them, and turn the temperature up a few degrees instead of shutting off the AC entirely.
Visit a local public pool to cool off.
Use fans to help distribute cool air throughout the home.
Turning Up the Temperature
This is a piece of advice many homeowners are hesitant to take. We’re here to tell you that turning down the temperature as low as it will go doesn’t actually cool you off faster. It only wastes energy keeping you cooler than you need to be.
Most households can be comfortable with a temperature of about 78°F (although some adjustments may need to be made for older residents and small children). Keep the temperature around this setting during the daytime and turn it up about 5° or 10° when you leave the house; you may be surprised at how much you save!
More AC Efficiency Tips
A good tip for using your air conditioner less is to keep it in the best shape possible. That way, it can run smoothly and won’t need to use any more energy than it should have to. That means you should do your best to…
Schedule air conditioning maintenance once a year.
Change the AC filter once a month to regulate airflow.
Call a technician for repairs as soon as your notice a problem with the system.
For all your air conditioning needs, call the experts—Air Conditioning Experts, Inc. We offer AC services in Roswell, GA.
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No matter whether you determine to utilize a property representative or fly solo when purchasing realty, you still have to know a bargain concerning the market. Read this post as well as discover some terrific tips as well as tricks of acquiring property so that you're not excluded in the cold when purchasing buildings.Begin slow-moving. First time capitalists are typically discouraged from buying several residential properties within a short time duration. Cash flow problems might emerge, making it hard for the proprietor to stabilize all their new responsibilities. Instead of obtain dissuaded, it is a much better suggestion to buy one residential property in the beginning.Don't removal major loan around throughout the home mortgage process. A lending institution will certainly be very careful to check where your down payment is originating from, which funds are conveniently offered. If you move funds about, you may accidentally make it difficult for the broker to track your cash as well as document where the down payment funds are originating from. Much better to wait up until after your acquisition is total to shuffle your funds. roswell ga homes Check out as many different residences as you can. Do not establish your views on just one home. If you have the alternative of going to a public auction for one house or a public auction for 10 different homes, after that pick the public auction for 10. It is always best to provide on your own more alternatives.If you locate problems with a residence that you want buying, ask the seller if they would be willing to fix them. Arrangements could be strained, however the even more issues the vendor repairs, the much less you will pay for later. You could even negotiate to drop the rate if the seller declines, as an outcome of the costs you will be covering in the future.Think about spending for the customer's post-move costs. For example, you could work with a yard solution to reduce the grass for a few months or hire someone to deal with the pool with the summertime. Offering these solutions will not be exceptionally pricey, as well as it could make the distinction if someone is choosing between your home or business and also another one.If you are wanting to get a house, as well as your major source of income is from payments gained, stay clear of transforming companies prior to you acquire the house. In the eyes of the home mortgage lender, an adjustment in your employer in a commission-based job produces uncertainty concerning your future earning potential. That is due to the fact that you have no track record at your brand-new employer and also your incomes are not guaranteed. This can adversely impact your certifications for a lending.If you're thinking about buying a residence in a new area, do not just take the property agent's description of the area. Discover criminal activity levels from the neighborhood police division, pick up the regional paper and visit the neighborhood grocery store. You could figure out a lot about the area by doing these three things.The write-up you just read was intended to correctly inform you on ideas you can utilize and steps you can absorb order to make a wise choice when purchasing property. You may still intend to seek outside assistance to help you, but do not overlook to utilize what you have actually just discovered right here also.
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No matter whether you decide to make use of a real estate agent or fly solo when buying realty, you still should understand a bargain about the market. Read this article and also learn some excellent ideas and also tricks of acquiring property to ensure that you're not omitted in the chilly when buying residential properties.Beginning slow-moving. Very first time capitalists are normally prevented from getting numerous buildings within a brief time duration. Capital problems might emerge, making it hard for the owner to balance every one of their new duties. Instead of get discouraged, it is a better idea to acquire one residential or commercial property initially.Don't relocate major loan around during the mortgage procedure. A lending institution will certainly be very mindful to examine where your down payment is originating from, and that funds are easily available. If you shift funds about, you may accidentally make it challenging for the broker to track your cash and paper where the deposit funds are coming from. Much better to wait until after your acquisition is complete to shuffle your funds. roswell ga homes Check out as various houses as you can. Do not set your sights on simply one home. If you have the alternative of mosting likely to a public auction for one residence or an auction for 10 different houses, then pick the public auction for ten. It is always best to provide on your own extra alternatives.If you find problems with a home that you want buying, ask the vendor if they would be willing to repair them. Arrangements could be strained, however the even more issues the seller repairs, the less you will pay for later on. You could also discuss to drop the rate if the vendor rejects, as a result of the expenditures you will be covering in the future.Take into consideration paying for the purchaser's post-move expenditures. For instance, you might work with a grass solution to reduce the turf for a couple of months or hire a person to take care of the pool with the summertime. Offering these solutions won't be extremely expensive, as well as it might make the distinction if somebody is deciding between your home as well as an additional one.If you are wanting to acquire a residence, and also your primary income source is from payments made, avoid transforming companies before you acquire the residence. In the eyes of the mortgage lender, a change in your company in a commission-based work produces unpredictability concerning your future earning potential. That is due to the fact that you have no performance history at your new employer and also your incomes are not guaranteed. This can negatively influence your qualifications for a financing.If you're considering acquiring a house in a new area, don't simply take the property agent's summary of the location. Discover criminal offense degrees from the neighborhood authorities division, grab the regional paper as well as check out the neighborhood supermarket. You can figure out a great deal concerning the city by doing these 3 points.The write-up you simply read was meant to correctly inform you on tips you can utilize and steps you could absorb order making a sensible decision when acquiring home. You might still wish to look for outside help to assist you, yet do not neglect to utilize exactly what you have actually simply learned below as well.
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Whether for industrial or domestic objectives, buying real estate today could be fairly an experience, one that has shifting sensations, and one that brings a great deal of risk. If you aren't mindful, you can discover that your investment is made improperly, bring about loss, while you could additionally miss out on prime properties because of your absence of knowledge. Gain a greater concept of just what to expect with these tips on buying real estate.When you are going to buy a condo, apartment or a condominiums, see to it you inquire about Resident Association (HOA) fees. Although HOA charges occasionally cover grass treatment, household fixings and also offer you with services, it could likewise cost a lot of money. Make certain you factor these charges into your budget plan before you purchase a location.When you are taking a look at similar sales, you need to break up some cash into repaired prices as well as some into variable costs. Real, the amount you pay differs with the square video footage of your home, yet some things are unconnected to square video footage. Lot size, pool, secure fencing, garages all fall beyond the scope of square video footage.When getting your first home, anticipate to really feel some customer's regret. This sensation is common and also many residence buyers experience some level of it. Preparing on your own ahead of time for buyers remorse will certainly aid to keep you favorable. Keep the positives of your home purchasing experience in mind as well as the remorse will certainly soon fade.If you have located your best permanently home and are ready to earn an offer, make certain to look into that house enhancement. Was the addition authorized by the area authorities? Is it appropriately vented for heat and also air conditioning? By asking a few concerns you might save on your own a great deal of cash.Ensure to analyze whether your house you are interested in buying is located on a silent street or a road that is a lot more active. If your home is located on a roadway that has a lot of sound then that could possibly impact the building worth of your house.Employ an evaluator with years of experience. They should be certified, and should not be recommended by your Real estate professional. The even more experience the appraiser has, the far better they will certainly have the ability to evaluate the house you have an interest in, the market, and also the locations surrounding the house. A Realtor should not suggest your evaluator, because there could be disputes arising from such a circumstance.For certain residence buyers, it might be important to buy a seized residence. Although these houses often need work due to the fact that they are marketed as is, they are also much cheaper. You can take the money that you saved by denying a routine house, and also utilize it making the required fixings. roswell ga homes Whether amazing or a task you have to complete to improve and also broaden your organisation, getting property is a venture that ought to never be taken with a blind eye. You must constantly understand first what to anticipate as well as ways to find the ideal realty prior to you make any type of decision. With this article and its tips in mind, you could make a much more effective purchase.
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Whether for business or household objectives, buying realty today could be quite an experience, one that has moving feelings, and also one that brings a good deal of danger. If you aren't careful, you could find that your financial investment is made poorly, resulting in loss, while you might also lose out on prime properties as a result of your absence of expertise. Gain a higher idea of what to anticipate with these tips on buying realty.When you are going to acquire a condo, house or a townhouses, make certain you inquire about Property owner Organization (HOA) costs. Although HOA costs sometimes cover yard treatment, family repair works as well as offer you with features, it can likewise cost a lot of money. Make sure you factor these costs into your budget plan before you buy a location.When you are considering similar sales, you should break up some loan into taken care of costs and some right into variable prices. Real, the quantity you pay varies with the square video of your home, however some things are unconnected to square footage. Great deal size, pool, fence, garages all fall outside of the extent of square video footage.When getting your first home, expect to really feel some buyer's regret. This sensation prevails and a lot of residence customers experience some degree of it. Preparing on your own ahead of time for customers regret will certainly assist to maintain you favorable. Maintain the positives of your house acquiring experience in mind and the sorrow will soon discolor.If you have situated your excellent for life home and also are ready to earn an offer, make certain to look into that residence addition. Was the enhancement authorized by the county authorities? Is it properly vented for warmth and also cooling? By asking a couple of concerns you can save yourself a lot of money.Make sure to evaluate whether the house you have an interest in acquiring is located on a peaceful road or a roadway that is far more active. If the house lies on a roadway that has a great deal of noise then that could possibly affect the residential or commercial property worth of your house.Hire an evaluator with years of experience. They ought to be licensed, as well as need to not be advised by your Real estate professional. The even more experience the evaluator has, the better they will be able to evaluate the home you want, the marketplace, and the locations surrounding the home. A Real estate agent ought to not recommend your appraiser, since there could be disputes emerging from such a circumstance.For certain home buyers, it could be important to buy a seized residence. Although these homes commonly require work due to the fact that they are marketed as is, they are also much cheaper. You could take the cash that you saved by not buying a regular house, and also use it making the needed repairs. roswell ga homes Whether interesting or a job you have to finish to enhance and increase your business, purchasing realty is an endeavor that needs to never ever be taken with a blind eye. You ought to constantly recognize first exactly what to expect and ways to locate the ideal property before you make any kind of choice. With this write-up and also its ideas in mind, you could make a far more effective purchase.
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Whether for industrial or residential functions, acquiring real estate today can be rather an experience, one that has shifting sensations, and one that brings a great deal of danger. If you typically aren't careful, you could locate that your investment is made incorrectly, leading to loss, while you might additionally lose out on prime homes due to your lack of knowledge. Gain a better idea of just what to anticipate with these ideas on acquiring property.When you are going to purchase a condo, home or a townhouses, make certain you inquire about Home Owner Organization (HOA) charges. Although HOA costs sometimes cover yard treatment, home fixings and also give you with features, it can likewise set you back a lot of money. Make certain you factor these charges into your budget plan prior to you buy a location.When you are considering comparable sales, you must separate some loan into taken care of costs and some right into variable expenses. True, the quantity you pay varies with the square video of the house, yet some things are unconnected to square video footage. Whole lot size, pool, secure fencing, garages all fall beyond the extent of square video footage.When getting your very first home, expect to feel some customer's regret. This feeling prevails and many home purchasers experience some level of it. Preparing yourself ahead of time for buyers sorrow will help to keep you positive. Maintain the positives of your home acquiring experience in mind and also the sorrow will certainly quickly discolor.If you have located your perfect forever home as well as prepare making an offer, make certain to check out that home addition. Was the enhancement approved by the area authorities? Is it appropriately vented for heat and also air conditioning? By asking a couple of inquiries you could conserve on your own a lot of loan.Make certain to evaluate whether your home you are interested in buying lies on a quiet street or a road that is far more active. If your home lies on a road that has a great deal of sound then that can potentially impact the residential or commercial property value of your house.Hire an appraiser with years of experience. They ought to be certified, and also ought to not be advised by your Realtor. The even more experience the appraiser has, the much better they will be able to judge the home you want, the marketplace, as well as the locations bordering the home. A Real estate agent must not advise your appraiser, because there could be conflicts developing from such a situation.For sure residence purchasers, it may be wise to purchase a seized residence. Although these houses frequently need job due to the fact that they are marketed as is, they are also much cheaper. You can take the cash that you conserved by not buying a routine residence, as well as use it to earn the required repair works. roswell ga homes Whether interesting or a job you must finish to boost and broaden your organisation, buying realty is a venture that should never be taken with a blind eye. You ought to always recognize first what to expect and ways to find the appropriate realty before you make any type of sort of choice. With this article and also its pointers in mind, you can make a far more effective purchase.
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Whether for commercial or household functions, getting real estate today can be rather an experience, one that has changing feelings, and also one that lugs a good deal of threat. If you typically aren't careful, you can discover that your financial investment is made poorly, bring about loss, while you could also lose out on prime residential or commercial properties because of your lack of understanding. Gain a higher idea of what to anticipate with these suggestions on acquiring realty.When you are going to acquire a condominium, house or a condominiums, see to it you inquire about Property owner Association (HOA) costs. Although HOA charges often cover grass treatment, home repair services and also supply you with services, it can additionally cost a lot of money. Ensure you factor these costs right into your budget prior to you purchase a place.When you are taking a look at similar sales, you should separate some loan into dealt with prices and also some into variable prices. True, the quantity you pay differs with the square video of the house, however some points are unconnected to square footage. Lot dimension, swimming pool, fencing, garages all fall beyond the extent of square footage.When purchasing your first house, anticipate to really feel some customer's sorrow. This feeling prevails and also many house customers experience some level of it. Preparing on your own beforehand for buyers regret will certainly assist to keep you favorable. Maintain the positives of your house getting experience in mind as well as the regret will certainly soon fade.If you have situated your best for life home as well as are ready to earn an offer, be sure to look into that residence enhancement. Was the addition approved by the area authorities? Is it correctly aired vent for warm as well as a/c? By asking a couple of questions you might save yourself a lot of loan.Make certain to examine whether your home you have an interest in buying is located on a quiet road or a roadway that is a lot more busy. If the house lies on a road that has a great deal of noise then that might potentially affect the building value of your house.Employ an evaluator with years of experience. They ought to be accredited, and must not be suggested by your Realtor. The even more experience the appraiser has, the far better they will have the ability to evaluate the house you want, the marketplace, as well as the areas surrounding the house. A Realtor should not suggest your evaluator, since there could be problems occurring from such a scenario.For sure residence purchasers, it could be smart to buy a confiscated home. Although these residences frequently need job since they are sold as is, they are likewise much cheaper. You can take the money that you conserved by not buying a routine home, as well as utilize it making the needed repair works. roswell ga homes Whether interesting or a job you have to finish to improve and also expand your company, purchasing property is an endeavor that must never ever be taken with a blind eye. You ought to constantly know initially what to anticipate and how to find the ideal realty prior to you make any type of choice. With this write-up and its tips in mind, you might make a far more effective acquisition.
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You Can Acquire The Home Of Your Desires With These Tips
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Whether for commercial or property functions, acquiring real estate today could be fairly an experience, one that has moving sensations, and also one that brings a lot of risk. If you typically aren't cautious, you could discover that your investment is made poorly, leading to loss, while you could additionally miss out on prime residential properties as a result of your lack of understanding. Gain a greater idea of exactly what to anticipate with these suggestions on purchasing real estate.When you are going to buy an apartment, home or a townhouses, make certain you ask about Homeowner Association (HOA) costs. Although HOA fees often cover grass treatment, household repair services and also offer you with features, it can additionally cost a ton of money. Make certain you factor these charges right into your budget before you acquire a location.When you are taking a look at equivalent sales, you should break up some loan into dealt with prices as well as some into variable prices. True, the quantity you pay differs with the square footage of your house, but some things are unrelated to square video. Lot dimension, pool, secure fencing, garages all fall beyond the scope of square video footage.When acquiring your first residence, expect to feel some customer's regret. This feeling is common as well as the majority of house purchasers experience some degree of it. Preparing on your own in advance for buyers remorse will certainly assist to keep you positive. Keep the positives of your home acquiring experience in mind and the sorrow will quickly fade.If you have situated your excellent permanently home and also are ready to earn a deal, make certain to take a look at that residence addition. Was the enhancement approved by the area authorities? Is it properly vented for warmth as well as air conditioning? By asking a couple of inquiries you might conserve on your own a great deal of loan.Make sure to examine whether the house you want acquiring lies on a silent street or a roadway that is far more active. If your home lies on a roadway that has a lot of sound then that could possibly impact the residential or commercial property worth of the house.Work with an appraiser with years of experience. They should be accredited, as well as should not be suggested by your Realtor. The even more experience the appraiser has, the far better they will be able to evaluate the home you are interested in, the market, and also the locations surrounding the house. A Real estate agent must not advise your appraiser, due to the fact that there might be disputes arising from such a circumstance.For sure residence customers, it may be a good idea to buy a foreclosed residence. Although these residences frequently need job since they are marketed as is, they are likewise much cheaper. You could take the cash that you saved by denying a normal residence, as well as use it making the required repairs. roswell ga homes Whether exciting or a task you must finish to enhance and increase your company, getting realty is an endeavor that ought to never be taken with a blind eye. You need to constantly recognize first exactly what to expect and also ways to find the right real estate prior to you make any kind of kind of decision. With this post and its ideas in mind, you can make a a lot more effective acquisition.
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