Roswell, Season Three

Michael:
First day of school, third grade. I'm standing by the lunch line arguing with that ass Mr. Trevors. He tells me that the cafeteria won't take my food stamps. I say that they're for food, aren't they? And he looks down on me, and he says with that scraggly mustache and that stupid comb over, he says, I don't take lip from welfare punks. I'm about to kick his balls up into his throat, but then I feel someone watching me. And it feels like a heat lamp turned on in the back on my neck, and I turned around and there you are. You're sitting at a table all by yourself. You're just staring right at me. So I walk over and I sit down. You're still staring at me with those big eyes. And you push your tray of food over to me, and you said that you can have my lunch. Right then, I knew you were different. You know, you were different like I was different like people liked you and wanted you around [trying not to cry], I want you around. I want you around, so please don't go. [he cries and lays his head down on her chest. He squeezes her hand, and we see Michael's hand turn white and the white travels to Isabel's hand and up her arm. She puts her hand on his back. Michael lifts up his head and looks at Isabel.]

Isabel:
You still owe me for that lunch.