| posted on 11-Feb-2002 2:49:33 AM by Allie1031 |
| Title: What's So Great About Normal?
Author: Allie Beth (a.k.a. Allie1031) Email: allie1031@yahoo.com Distribution: Ask me and I'll be so stunned you want it that of course you can have it. I'd still like to know though. Category: AU with M/L and maybe some of the others too Rating: PG-13 moving to NC-17 eventually (will depend on the chapter) Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know the drill by now. I don't own anything, etc.... Summary: It's got Max and Liz and the rest of the gang and it's set in an alternate universe...Hell if I know how to explain. Just read it and see for yourself. Author's Note: This is my first fic so feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading all of you that do!!! 
This wonderful banner is the work of Elena - Thank you!!!! Prologue I have never lead a normal life. Never. I've always been the oddball out, the exception to the rule, the one that slips through the cracks. Normal, ha. I laugh in the face of normal. Normal schmormal. What's so great about normal anyways? It probably has it's advantages, though if it does I've never a single one of them. First of all, I was born late. Not just a couple days or a couple weeks, but a whole stinking month. And I think that's what began my mom's whole "more trouble than you are worth" brigade. Thanks Mom. Feeling the love. I don't think a day went by that she didn't utter those words to me. Did wonders for my self-esteem. You can imagine. Anyways, I'd like to say that was the first and last time in my entire life I was late. Key words there being I'd like to. Hell, I'm never on time. My dad thinks he's funny and always says that I'm going to be late to my own funeral. Key words there being thinks he's funny. Hilarious Dad. Fucking hilarious. So I'm occasionally what I like to call fashionably late. Big flipping deal. The party never really starts until I arrive anyways. So how many people do you know that are born a month late? I thought so. Not many. Lucky me. I earn the scorn of my mother and her endless taunts about my supposedly disproportionately oversized head as a reward. I think it's safe to say that my mother is one of those women that really just shouldn't have children. Of course, let me assure you that she has told me many times that she never intended to. How my dad managed to stay married to my mother for the three years that he did is phenomenal to me. He's really too nice of guy if you ask me. In fact I bet he would have stayed with her until his death, if she hadn't had an affair and run off and married someone else. Very typical of my mother. Never satisfied with the good things she has going right in front of her. This is the parts that really gets me though. My mother didn't want me, but she certainly didn't want my father to have me. She's just malicious and sadistic like that I guess. She fought pretty hard for custody of me in their divorce. When I say she fought, I mean she overpaid some cutthroat lawyer to. And I'll be damned if I didn't get the only judge in the courthouse smoking crack that day. Dumbass. Anyone could see that my mother was unfit to raise a child. So I lived with my mom and my asshole step-father. I can honestly say that they deserved each other. He hated me more than my mother though. He always told me how ugly and horrible I was. And he was an intense alcoholic. Enough said. The bastard never ever hit me but there were so many times when I wished that he would so I could have reason to go to the police and beg to be placed with my dad, hell, even in foster care. Except the problem with that was that I could never have left behind all my stuff. What can I say. I'm greedy. Crazy John, a.k.a. my step-father, made more in one year doing hell if I know what than most people make in a life time. I had mountains of stuff, and stuff for my stuff for my stuff. I was a stuffaholic. Lucky for me nobody gave a flying fuck about me so I got away with anything I wanted. Hmmmm, yeah, real lucky. My dad on the other hand moved to Roswell, New Mexico, and became a guidance counselor. Let me tell you how cool it is to have a parent that is a guidance counselor. He's a cornball and a dork and cheesy as hell but you know something? He does a damn good job at guidance counseling if you ask me. I mean he's not all bad. He really cares about the kids, and he's got some really good material that just cracks you up. When I was a kid he was really funny, and I still think he's fun. I just don't know how much fun he will still be when I am actually living with him. Yep, you heard correct. I'm going to be living with him. From now on. Permanently. Residing in Roswell, New Mexico. This is where I usually insert my fake smile and pipe up in my most disgustingly cheerful voice, "Oh sure, of course I'm excited to be moving in with Daddy. I missed him all the time because I never got to see enough of him before. It's just fabulous. I know he'll be able to take good care of me after a tragedy like this. I'm really lucky to still have him." I'd like to thank the Academy for this wonderful award; I couldn't have done it without all those years of practice b.s.ing my way through life, that, and, of course, the influence of my mother. Thank you. Thank you all. Okay, no really, that speech is worth a million bucks. It sells like a lemonade on an 110 degree day. So why am I moving to Roswell, you are wondering, after I said I could never leave my stuff? Well, the old man finally did her in. Crazy John drank a little to much for the last time and put his $75,000 car into the side of a semi when he and Mother were on their way back from one of their "parties." Man did that really put a crimp in my weekend plans. The funeral was really extravagant. Not at all to my surprise, Mother had already planned and paid for it down to the most minute detail. Morbid, I know. I don't think she ever expected to go so soon, she just didn't trust my incompetence to handle things as important as which lipstick her corpse was to be wearing. Everyone kept saying how sorry they were for my loss. Sorry that the heartless bitch was no longer around to make my life hell. I'll have to admit I was sorry too after I found out how much Crazy John was really in debt. But at the funeral, I can honestly say I felt nothing. I wasn't glad but I certainly wasn't sad either. I was just empty. The money in my trust, the money for college, hell any money, was all taken. None of it was technically mine yet because I wasn't 18 anyways. They never really mentioned me in the will at all. It wasn't much of a will at all, really. Mainly just funeral preparations and a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo that I didn't understand. All I needed to understand was that I didn't get any money. I don't think they wanted to leave the money to me but they didn't have any other heirs so I was pretty much the only option. Given that , the just kind left the whole thing open. I figure that's how I lost it all. I didn't really want the money anyways, not really. It would always remind me of them and my life before. One thing was for sure. This whole dilemma meant a new life for me. Even if I had to leave everything I'd ever known and move across the country. I could reinvent myself any way I so chose. For the first time in my entire life I felt free. Part One I open my eyes to catch my first glimpse of Roswell at dawn. I have been riding on this damn Greyhound bus for the past 18 hours from my home in Iowa. Dad and I thought riding the bus would be an easy way to save money. Ha. Next time I'll just go all out on plane tickets. Let me tell you that Hollywood totally plays up the glamour of riding on a bus. You always see the main character looking out the window to a beautiful landscape pensively. Well, I guess the landfill on my left does look pretty stunning in the early morning light. What they fail to show you is the greasy glass plastered with hand prints, the dead flies perched on the windowsill, the stained by God knows what seats, the sticky, littered floor, the screaming whining children running up and down the aisle all night, and the funky smell that you can't quite put your finger on. For a long time I just thought the bus driver had some really bad B.O., but I'm not entirely sure one person can make that much stench. Thank you Lord, I sigh as we pull into the Roswell depot. I stand up to stretch and grab my bag from the overhead. Finally. I never thought I'd be so glad to be somewhere in my entire life. "Have a good day little lady," the driver says to me as I exit the bus. I glance at his partner snoring loudly on my right, drool rolling down his chin and forming a puddle on his uniform. "Hey, yeah, uhhh, you too... Ed," I reply reading at his name tag. Eh, at least he's a nice guy. It must suck to drive a stinky bus for a living with Dribbles. Note to self: go to college. I scan my surroundings till I spot my dad. It isn't too hard. Apparently the Roswell bus depot is not a very happening place to be at 6 a.m. "Lizzie!" my dad says standing up from the bench he had been resting on. He looks older than I remember with a few stray gray hairs along with the brown up top. His eyes still twinkle like the used to, even though the laughter lines around them have grown deeper. "Hey Dad," I say walking over to him. "How was your trip?" he asks as he enveloped me in a hug. He's put on a little weight too I notice. "Something special," I answer. Dad chuckles. "These it?" he asks gesturing to the bags Ed pulled out from under the bus. "Yep," I say. Most of my stuff was already shipped ahead of me and what was left was sent to arrive in the next couple days. "Alright. Let's go then. Do you want to get some breakfast before I drop you off at home? It's Wednesday, I have to work today, but Nancy will be home," Dad says. "Sure," I reply. Nancy is my step-mom. Nice lady, really. Dad married her five years ago or so. I came to Roswell for the wedding. Back then they were living in a dinky apartment on the crappy side of town. Something about saving money? Things have since changed I guess. They sent me pictures of their new home when they moved in. My dad and I never saw each other very often, occasionally on holidays. Usually we'd meet half way at my grandma's in Oklahoma and have our visits there. Dad always called me once a week on Sunday nights though to see how I was. I loved it as a kid but the older I got the more of a hassle the calls seemed. I don't know Nancy very well yet, but what I do know of her I like. Most of all, I like how happy she makes my dad. They dated and lived together for a long time before they actually married so I had a long time to adjust to the idea. Dad wanted to make certain that I was okay with it before he got married again, quite unlike Mother I might add. Dad leads me to his car and we drive for about 5 minutes before we stop in front of a place called the Crashdown. I glance across the street to see some place called the UFO Center. Wow. Talk about alien obsession in this town. "Nancy owns this place," Dad says proudly, opening the door for me. "We bought it last year. She really loves it, but she's not working today so she can help you get acquainted with Roswell. We thought you would probably want to get some sleep first, but she's going to bring you to the school later so you can register. I was hoping maybe you would want to start school tomorrow. You know, get into the routine of things as soon as possible." "Oh sure, Dad. You know how much I love school. Can't wait." I know, he's trying. I shouldn't be cranky, but I don't particularly like school. "Lizzie," he says in that voice that means he's disappointed. We sit down in a booth in the back. "I don't care, Dad. I suppose I have to go to school sometime. Why not tomorrow? It's as good of day as any." I say earnestly. "Lizzie, I know your mother was never very supportive of you. But things are different now. You are a really smart girl. You're only 17. There is still time to get into a good college if you work hard. I don't want to see you throw away your life like so many of the kids I see every day. You have so much potential." Dad says. And the guidance counselor in him had kicked in. "I know," I say, wishing I had just said great in a very non-sarcastic tone to going back to school. "I don't think you do," says Dad. "Whatever," I say looking away. I notice a very good looking dark-haired guy about my age walk in. He looks over at me and we make eye contact. He smiles and I melt right into a huge puddle on the floor. I quickly look away and blush. What am I, 13? I never blush. I try to concentrate on what Dad is saying about the house, but I can't keep myself from glancing back up at him. The worst part is he is staring right back at me. Luckily a waitress comes over to take our order. She's pretty and looks about my age, with long golden hair and blue eyes. She's wearing this awful, tacky uniform though; this turquoise button-up dress and a silver alien head apron, complete with an antenna headband on her head. The decorating inside the place is pretty cool, but Nanacy totally went overboard on the waitress attire. "Good morning. What can I get ya Mr. P.?" She smiles. "Good morning Maria," my dad says. "I'll take the usual." Maria scribbles something down and turns to me. She looks unusually perky for 6:30 in the morning. "I'll have, ummm......Dad? I hope you didn't come up with these names." I say scanning the menu and reading items like Blast Off Burger and Intergalactic Omelet. "I thought they were pretty clever," Dad chuckles. "Oh, believe me, they are," I reply. "Uhhh...can I just get some scrambled eggs, toast, and some O.J., please?" "Sure thing," says Maria while scribbling some more. She bounds happily off to the kitchen to place our order. She must drink a lot of coffee, though, I know full well that no amount of coffee in the world would make me that chipper. Prozac, then, maybe. I glance over at my mystery man to see that he has taken some books out of his bag and is proceeding to do what looks like homework. Shock. Gasp. And it's over before it even started. Tsssk, Tsssk. Too bad. This guy is hot. Really hot. Maybe I could make an allowance for this behavior, as long as he promises not to do it again. Get a grip Parker! You're smitten and you don't even know his name. I chalk up my instant obsession to the long bus ride and turn my attention back to my dad, but not before making eye contact, again, and blushing furiously, again. Luckily Dad hasn't noticed my lapse in focus and is still merrily chatting along. Before long Maria comes back with our food. "I'm sorry I spaced it off earlier Maria. I'd like you meet my daughter, Elizabeth," Dad says. "Nice to meet you, I'm Maria. Your dad has told me all about you," she smiles. "Liz," I say smiling back. She seems nice enough, a little too perky, but nice. No need to make enemies in Roswell right away. "Thanks for coming in and opening for Nancy this morning until the more of the day help gets here Maria. I know Nancy really appreciates it. You're a life saver." Dad says. "Hey, it's no prob. I love getting up early and putting in a good couple hours of work before school." She and Dad laugh. What she gets to be sarcastic and I don't? "Really though," Maria goes on. "I don't mind Mr. P. I like working here a lot." Can you say suck up? I bet you can. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Maria. Lizzie will probably be getting a job here herself. She has the luck of having good connections with the boss," says Dad. Choke. Cough. Me? Work? Ha, I've never worked a day in my life. That and the outfit associated with this place really wouldn't compliment my petite figure. "Lizzie's going to be starting school at West Roswell tomorrow," Dad continues. "She could use someone to show her around." Great, now my dad is making my friends for me. At least I was fortunate enough not to go to school with him though. He is the guidance counselor at East Roswell High and praise the Lord, we live in the West Roswell High district. I suppose I'd rather have Maria shuffle me around than my dad. At least, I know I would feel a heck of a lot cooler. "I'd love to Mr. P. You want me to pick you up for school tomorrow, Liz?" asks Maria. "Sure that'd be great," I say flashing my pearly whites in a bogus smile. Damn, my cheeks are going to hurt if I have to keep this up. "Okay, school starts at 8 so I'll drop by around 7:30," says Maria. Maria leaves to take a bill over to my mystery man for his coffee. He gathers his stuff and puts some money down. He glances back at me one last time, smiles, and then walks out. After my distraction has left I am forced to divert my attention back to my dad. "I put in a call to Patricia Johnson, she's the guidance counselor over at West Roswell," Dad starts. I raise an eyebrow. This doesn't sound like it can go anywhere too promising. "She is just thrilled to be meeting you," Dad goes on. Boy, is she in for a surprise. "We got your schedule mostly worked out based on what you told me you wanted to take. It was a real stretch getting you into A.P. Biology this late in the school year but I pulled a couple strings," Dad says proudly. "Great," I smile. Holy shit, I hope my cheeks don't get stuck like this. The rest of breakfast pretty much goes like that. Dad saying something, me flashing a fake smile along with a one word response. After breakfast Dad takes me home, and he and Nancy usher me around their new house for a while. Eventually Dad looks at his watch and realizes he has to get going to school. When he leaves, I excuse myself from Nancy's company and go up to my new room. It's about the size of my bathroom at my old house, but it's not to bad, really. It's actually kind of cozy. But something will have to be done about the pink floral bedspread and curtains. The best part is the great bay window. It opens up onto the roof next to which there is a perfect climbing tree. Should come in very handy. I sigh and flop back onto the bed. Shortly after my head hits the pillow I'm fast asleep. ******************** [ edited 40time(s), last at 19-Jan-2003 3:29:05 AM ] |
| posted on 11-Feb-2002 2:09:02 PM by Allie1031 |
| Part Two
I wake up again close to noon. Something smells great, so I wander down stairs to check it out. Nancy is in the kitchen humming to herself. She's made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch and it smells delicious. No wonder the woman owns a restaurant. "Hello sleepyhead," she says when she realizes I've joined her. "Smells great Nance," I say. Nancy is a lot prettier than I remember her being at the wedding. Of course she looked pretty in her wedding dress, but now I can tell that she has a natural beauty about her, a kind of glow. Her shoulder-length, curly red hair, baby blue eyes, and pale, freckled complexion are far from my own long dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and olive skin. I look like my mother, I realize, only not as pretty. Certainly not beautiful like Nancy. "Thanks," Nancy responds. "I was hoping after lunch you could get ready and we could go get you registered and then go shopping or something." Shopping. I am really, really starting to like Nancy. "Sure thing, Nance," I say as she places my lunch in front of me and sits down across from. The food is delicious just as I suspected. It's no wonder dad has gained a few extra pounds. She chats a little as we eat about the Crashdown and the new house, telling me about what she has fixed up. She?s a regular Martha Stewart. She tells me that I can fix my room any way I?d like, paint the walls and all. That?s what I like to hear. When we are done eating I help her clear the table and head up stairs to take a shower. It doesn't take me long to get ready. I throw on an old, worn, green T-shirt from my little league softball days and my favorite deep purple corduroy pants. I've never cared a heck of a lot about matching. It's extremely overrated. I pull my hair up into a lose bun and slip on my pink flip flops. I don't even bother with make up. Who am I going to impress with Nancy next to me anyways? I'm just very plain. A lot of boys tell me I'm cute and some even go so far as to say pretty or beautiful, but I credit that to them trying to get in my pants. Nancy and I hop in the car and head to my new school which ends up being only 10 blocks or so away. It's a fairly new building and I check out the track as we walk by. Nice. I'll have to come back up here and run. I like to run. I don't have a whole heck of a lot of hand-eye coordination so it?s one of the few athletics I can enjoy. I've never run for a team though. None of my old friends would ever have gone for that. We walk in the front door and follow the signs to the office, which Nancy swears led us in a complete circle before taking us to our destination. I'm too busy looking around to take much notice. One of the halls has this really great student art motif thing going along the walls and I can't help but stare. Nancy called ahead so the ladies in the office have everything ready ahead of time. Smart thinking Nancy. Way to be on top of things. Next we go to the guidance office and I meet this Patricia Johnson. The first thing I notice is she's wearing little smiley face earrings and a T-shirt that says I heart me. I wonder where they sell those because I have an old friend that would really dig one. She has a lot of those goofy posters that supposedly raise your self-esteem and say things like "I going to be the best me that I can be." She's a fruit. I swear a really live walking, talking banana. But she gives me my schedule which has all the classes I want so I'm happy. Ms. Johnson gives us a VERY LONG, detailed tour of the school, pointing out every crack in the floor, and shows us where my locker is. She makes me practice opening it with the combination three times before Nancy tells her that she thinks I?ve got it down, and that we have to get going. "So soon?" says Ms. Johnson. "Elizabeth hasn't even met her bridge-builder yet." I look at my watch. We've been at the school for almost two and a half hours. "My what?" I say at the risk of her answering. "Bridge-builder," repeats Ms. Johnson. "They're students guides that help new students get the hang of things here at West Roswell, home of the Comets." I swear to God this women is on dope. She has told me at least ten times since I've meet her that I've entered the home of the comets, I'm a comet now, go comets, etc. Fuck the comets. "Oh well, actually," says Nancy, "we already have found someone to show Liz around her first couple days." "Really, who?" says Ms. Johnson. "Maria DeLuca. She works for me," replies Nancy. "Maria DeLuca, but she's not a bridge-builder!" says Ms. Johnson like it's the most scandalous thing she has ever heard. "I have Isabel Evans, the best bridge-builder we've got, all lined up, but if that's what you'd prefer..." "We would prefer," Nancy says. Go Nancy. "Elizabeth are you okay with this?" Ms. Johnson worriedly asks me, still astonished at Nancy. "One-hundred percent," I reply. There's a reason this women isn't married. I can't imagine who she has picked out to lead me around. People like her give guidance counselors like my dad a bad name. "Now if you'll excuse us, Ms. Johnson," Nancy pipes in before Ms. Johnson can say anything else, "we have some more errands to run but thank you for the wonderful tour. I'm sure it will put Liz's mind at ease tomorrow now that she knows where each every janitor's closet is." "Not to mention that fabulous eraser room," I chime in. "Your help has been indispensable, but I'm afraid we really must be going," Nancy finishes. She turns around and walks off quickly before Ms. Johnson can get in another word and I fall in close behind. "See you tomorrow Liz," Ms. Johnson cries after me. "Let me know if you need anything." I look back and give her my fake smile complete with pearly whites along with a nod and a thumbs up. She waves back, smiles, and heads off around the corner in the direction of her office. I turn around just in time to see that I'm about to run into something. I hit hard but strong arms reach out and steady me before I can fall on my ass. "Careful," says a warm voice. I look up into very amused auburn eyes. I recognize the face instantly. It's my mystery man from this morning. "Sorry," I stutter quickly. I kick myself. Liz you klutz! "It's okay, I know how Ms. Johnson is. Your mom was way funny," he smirked. "Uhhh...Mom? Oh yeah, Nancy, she?s a wild one like that. Ummm...I have to...ahhh...go," I murmur as I stumble away. I practically run down the hall to Nancy who is waiting at the door watching me. Super, Liz. Way to go out there and make a good first impression. My god, he was watching the whole time? He must think I'm a real nerd. I turn back to see him watching me walk away. He smiles and waves when he sees I'm looking back. I snap my head forward again and blush. Enough with the blushing already. Cripes. "Make a new friend?" asks Nancy when I catch up. "Shut up," I reply hotly. "Hey, just asking," says Nancy. "You look like you made friends with Ms. Johnson," I say as we climb in the car. "Oh yeah," says Nancy, "I'm going to invite her to my next Tupperware party." ******************** [ edited 1time(s), last at 11-Feb-2002 2:20:54 PM ] |
| posted on 12-Feb-2002 12:13:23 AM by Allie1031 |
| Hey guys! Thanks for reading. These first few parts are coming fast because I've already had them written for a while, I just have to do minor editing when I post. The next part will be a while though, because I've only just started. Anyways, thank you to those who have left feedback!
Part Three Maria stops by at 7:30 on the dot. Very Punctual. Of course, I'm not ready. I let her in, and she sits down on the couch and watches T.V. for a while. Ten minutes later I'm ready to roll. "Sorry I'm slow," I tell her. "I hope I don't make us late." "It's okay," she says. "Your dad has told me dozens of stories about how you are always late. I figured today wouldn?t be an exception, and I told you I'd come by ten minutes earlier than I really needed to." Smart. Damn near genius. I'm starting to like Maria. I need people like her around to cover for me. "I like your tank top," she says as we pile into her car. I do too. It's one of my favorite. It's white mesh-like material with multi-colored daisies all over it. I bought it on a trip to Italy. I wore a spaghetti strap tank top under it because it's quite see through. "Thanks," I smile genuinely. "You're really very pretty. Someone is going to be jealous," she says. "Someone?" I question. "Oh, I'm sure you'll see. She doesn't like to have the limelight taken off her even for an instant. You should watch out," she continues. I would if I knew what the hell you were talking about! "Huh?" I say. "I think I've said to much already," Maria finishes. "Mmmkay, well if you see that I'm in danger from this 'someone', I want you to give me a secret signal since I have no idea who 'she' even is. Rub you nose or something," I say. "Alright," Maria laughs. Maria's taking too much Prozac. I'm not pretty. If anything, she's pretty. I proceed to tell her this. "Yeah, right. The Ice Queen would never even acknowledge me," she laughs. Maria parks the car and we walk into the school together. I have to admit, it's nice. It makes me feel a lot less nervous to have her there. As soon as we walk in the door a tall, lanky, dark-haired guy shows up at Maria's side. "Hey Maria, who's this?" he says. "Liz, I would like you to meet Alex. Liz, Alex. Alex, Liz," Maria says. "Hi," we both say simultaneously. Alex isn't bad looking. He's actually kinda cute in a nerdy sort of way. His blue eyes are really sweet and sincere looking. "Uh-oh, look out," Alex says, pulling me to the side just in time. A short, curly, blonde-haired girl in a cheerleading uniform rushes past me. "Maxie," she squeals as she runs up to some lucky guy and gives him a big hug and, from what I can tell, a pretty sloppy kiss. "I think she does that every morning at about this time," says Maria disgusted at the PDA going on down the hall. "Eh, at least she gives a warning cry," jokes Alex. "Very true," laughs Maria. I look closer to try to see who this lucky guy is. "You know," Alex says, "I don't think Max likes her half as much as she likes him. I mean it's obvious that she's head over heels but I get the feeling he just tolerates her." "I know what you mean," Maria agrees. "He always looks so bored with her. But they have been together for three years. I mean, that's a long time to stick around if you're bored." Finally the blonde finishes her good morning kiss and I get a good look at her partner. And I feel sick to my stomach. This Max character is none other than my mystery man from yesterday. Duh, Liz. What were you thinking? Of course a guy like that is going to have a girlfriend. How very stupid of me. I feel someone shove me hard from behind. "Watch where you are going," a voice behind me barks. I turn to face a tall, busty blonde towering over me. Alright, I admit seeing my dream guy with another girl in his arms didn't exactly make my day. Maybe I felt a little cranky because of that or maybe I just don't like being pushed around. "Ummm, excuse me," I say. She brushes me off without a second glance and starts to walk away. "YOU ran into ME," I finish. Elizabeth Parker: does not play well with others. She turns back and looks me up and down before glaring coldly. She narrows her eyes and scrunches up her nose and curls her upper lip. Attractive. Very becoming. Where is Polaroid when you really need them? Maria is rubbing at her nose furiously. "I was just standing here. I couldn't have run into you," I say sweetly. By now the other people in the hall have started to take notice of the situation at hand. "You're new here, right?" She says. "Yep," I say, evenly meeting her glare. "Well then I'm willing to overlook something like this just this once. A word of advice, though, stay out of my way," She says and turns to leave. "I wasn't in your way. You ran into me." I call after her. She turns back around slowly. Maria is about to claw her nose off her face. "A word of advice for you," I say, "stay out of MY way." She walks up to me, getting as close as she can, and looks down at me. "I'll let you in on something you haven't seemed to figure out yet. To everyone here who does matter, you don't, and so long as I'm around you won't," she whispers in low tone, right in my face. I can tell she's really pissed because her nostrils are flaring. She's threatening my reputation? I couldn't give less of a rip. I'll ruin it myself if she doesn't. "Well then," I pipe up really loudly, making sure everyone in the crowd that has gathered around us can hear me. "I'll let you in on something you haven't seemed to figure out yet." "And what might that be?" she retorts snottily. Hell, this is too much. She sets herself up. "Tic-Tac?s are your friend," I say grabbing my pack out of my pocket and tossing it to her. She reflexively reaches out to catch it, and I brush past her as she does. I know better than to look back. I can feel her eyes burning into the back of my head, and hear the crowd snickering. I would say I definitely just made an enemy, a very important one by the looks of it, and school hasn't actually even started yet. I'm sure I'll have a reputation by the end of the day. The people who weren't there will be surely hear the story from the ones who were. Super. I'm off to such a good start. The five minute warning bell rings just as Alex and Maria catch up with me. "Liz, can I have your autograph?" Alex asks. "You're my hero." "Are you insane? She could have killed you! What do you think this means?" Maria screeches rubbing her nose like she had been just a few minutes ago. "Oooohhhh, that's what that means? I thought you just really needed a hanky or something. Thanks for the warning though," I respond nonchalantly. "Cripes, girl, do you know who that was?" Maria asks. "Isabel Evans, a.k.a. the Ice Queen," Alex chimes in. The name slightly rings a bell. "So what," I say. "She's a bully, and I'm not about to let her push me around. I don't care who she is." I realize where I've heard the name before and burst out laughing hysterically. Isabel Evans, a.k.a. the best damn bridge-builder the Comets have ever seen. "Listen guys, I have to get to class," I say. "I'll catch you later at lunch though, okay?" I prance off still laughing at the irony of the situation. God, I love irony. "She's mad," I hear Maria say behind me. "I know," Alex replies. "Ain't it great?" ******************** [ edited 1time(s), last at 12-Feb-2002 12:46:03 AM ] |
| posted on 12-Feb-2002 12:49:03 AM by Allie1031 |
Is there a reason why whenever I first post something all my quote turn to question marks or is it just me that the system is trying to annoy? Just wondering. |
| posted on 14-Feb-2002 12:51:24 AM by Allie1031 |
| Hey All! Thank you so much for the great feedback. I figured I wouldn't get a chance to post again tfor a while since tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I have to spend it with my boyfriend, and I tend to get wrapped up on the weekends. Although, times when I should be doing homework I too often hang out here. The next post might not be until early next week, but maybe I can get some written up over the weekend. Who knows? I'll at least try to answer some of the questions that have been posted if I can. Anyways, everyone have a good Valentine's Day, don't feel bad if you don't have a signifigant other either because this is my first year with one. In fact I really pretty much hate the whole idea of it. What can I say, I'm not very warm and fuzzy. My friends and I call it National Singles Awareness day and I made them some snazzy buttons for the occassion. So Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovers out there, and Happy National Single's Awareness Day if that's more your style.
Part Four I hurry to my first hour and never catch Maria's reply. I have A.P. Bio with a Mr. Slater. Cool beans. I walk into the class and everyone stops talking. So much for by the end of the day. I take seat in the very back and everyone starts to chat again, but not quite as loudly as before. I scan the room. Holy smokes! My mystery man is in a seat over by the window. Typical. I sigh. He looks back curiously and smiles at me. I frown and glare back at him. He turns around. The bell rings, and the teacher glides in. He's in his fifties, casually wearing jeans and a polo shirt with tennis shoes. He's pretty skinny, and not very tall, but definitely wearing some fairly large glasses. "Good morning class," he chirps exitedly. Most of the kids grumble back something unintelligible that could probably be stretched to good morning. "We have a new student today," he says enthusiastically. It's then that I realize that the rest of the day is going to go like this, me being the center of attention. Not that I'm really very opposed to that or anything. "Elizabeth Parker? You go by Liz or Elizabeth? Why don?t you come up front and tell us a little bit about yourself?" he says taking a seat on his desk. "Liz. Ummm...do I have a choice?" I ask. I'm not very big on standing up directly in front of people. It creeps me out. Sure, I like attention, but on my own turf. Not in formal situations when everyone is just sitting there. Watching me. With their beady little eyes. Judging me. "Nope," he chuckles. Fanfuckingtastic. What I only need is to embarrass myself more today. I don't care too much about my rep but it can only take so many beatings in one day. And it's still very early. I take a deep breath and stagger up to the front of the class. You can do this Liz. Form complete sentences, don't stutter, and by all means DO NOT drool on youreself! The last one shouldn't be a problem as long as I keep my eyes off mysterious Max by the window. "What do you want to know?" I ask after I get up there avoid all eye contact with anything other than my purple polished toes. "Relax Liz," Mr. Slater says. "This isn't an interrogation. Have a seat and get comfortable. For starters you can tell us where you moved from." I plop my butt up on the desk next to him where he had been gesturing. "Well," I start, "I'm from a very small town in Iowa called Dike." The class snickers. I?d expected as much. It?s a pretty typical reaction to the name of my hometown. A grungy guy in the very back raises his hand. "Uh, Yeah?" I say. "Dude, did you just say you were a dyke?" He asks. The attractive blonde guy sitting next to him smacks him upside the back of his head. "Are you dense Charlie?" He scolds. "She just said she was FROM Dike, not a dyke, numb nuts." "Sorry to disappoint you Charles," I say, "but I prefer guys. Not that there is anything at all wrong with homosexuality. Heterosexuality is just my personal preference." "Listen babe that's more than fine by me," Charlie answers. ?So you wanna go out sometime? Maybe get some grub after school?? He winks at me and tries to look suave. The class laughs. "Not today Charles," I say. "I've already got plans. I have to...errr...wash my, uhh...hair." The class laughs harder. "It's cool. I'll catch you later, though," he promises. "Yeah, much later," I retort. "Don't hold your breath." "Well unless anyone else would like to ask Ms. Parker out, I'm going to ask her to continue about her the TOWN of Dike," Mr. Slater says trying not to look amused, and not very well I might add. "Dike itself is pretty small," I say, "but it's only ten minutes a way from a metropolitan area of 120,000 people or so. My graduating class was supposed to be about 100. Dike is just one of those towns where everyone knows everyone and is in everyone else's business. I didn't name the town so don't blame me for what it implies. I just lived there, and not really by choice. It's pretty dull. Just another town in the middle of a cornfield. Most of the locals are farmers, and worse yet, half the town is related. My mother was from Oklahoma, but my step-dad was in big business at a John Deere tractor plant in the metropolitan area, so we just kinda lived there. Our house was on a golf course, part of this new housing development right outside of town. Don't ask me, I don't know whose idea that was to build it like that. I just know that on any given day, if you are out on the lawn you have to be careful you don't get knocked out by a golf ball.? Charlie raises his hand smiling. I nod hesitantly. "Ever been cow tipping?" he asks. "No, can?t say that I have, Charles. I wasn?t at that 4-H slumber party," I respond. A girl up front raises her hand. I point to her. "You golf?" she asks. I snort. "Heck no," I say. "I haven't the patience. Besides that, hand-eye coordination is not my specialty. I'm one of those people who never quite fully developed their motor skills. I like to run though." The curly blonde associated with Max raises her hand from a seat along the wall. I didn't even notice she is in this class. Figures, since she is sitting with a clan of blonde cheerleader clones. I look around to see if anyone else has raised their hand. I will someone else to raise their hand. Unfortunately my skills at telepathy are not what the used to be. She starts to squirm and wiggle her arm to get my attention. I sigh. "Yes?" I say, acknowledging her. "Hi, I'm Tess," she says very bubbly. "That?s great. I'm glad for you," I reply. Sadly, she doesn?t notice the bland, uninterested look on my face and continues. "I was wondering why you moved here to Roswell," she says. I don't really like where this is headed. "Well don't let it keep you up at night," I respond, hoping she will shut up. She looks at me for a while like she still expects me to answer. Just as she opens her mouth to say something else Mr. Slater pipes in. "I think Liz has had enough for today. You can have a seat," He says to me. I walk back to my original spot in the very back as Mr. Slater starts to address the class. "Alright Everyone. Now that we have the basic fundamentals of biology down, we can get into the fun stuff. Tomorrow we are going to be doing our first lab. Liz, you're a lucky girl because we haven't assigned lab partners yet. Better yet, now that you are here we have an even number of students. I read the letter of recommendation from your last biology teacher, and I must say you sound quite impressive. I'm sure you'll fit right in and catch on quick," smiles Mr. Slater. I smile back. Mr. Slater seems to be a pretty okay guy. Very relaxed. "Now," continues Mr. Slater, "I chose the partners based on who I think you will work well with and learn from not who I think your friends are." The whole class groans loudly. Charlie boos. "Settle down," Mr. Slater says. "I'm sure by the end of the year you will be thanking me." "Only if I?m with Liz," grumbles Charlie. I wince at the possibility. "Okay, listen up," asserts Mr. Slater. "I don't want to have to go through this list twice. First off we have Kate Myers and Jill Poe, Tess Harding and Charlie Harrison, Tommy Newman and Blake Stevens, Liz Parker and Max Evans, Tami Lee and ......? Max's head jerks up. Max Evans! Fuck. I'm with MAX?! Of all the...wait, wait, wait. Mystery man's last name is EVANS??!! Evans the same as in ISABEL EVANS???!!! Double Fuck. HELL NO. NO, NO, NO. There must be a mistake. I swear haven't done any THAT horrible. I have got to be Irish or something. Cripes. Breathe Liz, breathe. It is OKAY. Mr. Slater seems reasonable. I'm sure if you just explain to him...what, exactly? That you had the hots for this guy, but he already has a girl, and you nearly got your ass kicked by his sister this morning? Good luck. Hey, where's your optimism. C'mon, Liz. Optimism. Maybe he's an okay guy. And maybe he hasn't even heard about the fight yet. Maybe Isabel isn't even his sister at all. It could be a coincidence. Really. It could. Yeah, and I said optimism, not denial. Mr. Slater finishes his list. "Can I have everyone shift so that they are sitting next to their partner?" says Mr. Slater. "Then I'll hand out the lab sheet and the two of you can look it over together." I look over at Max. He looks back at me. So I have to be his partner, but that doesn?t mean I have to like it. Or be nice either. I avert my eyes and stare at the pencil on my desk. Max realizes that I'm not going to move and comes over and takes the desk next to mine. Tess and Charlie take the two desks in front of us. Well, aren't we one happy little family? Mr. Slater comes by with the lab sheet. "Max-ie," Tess whines. "I wanted to be with yooooou." Excuse me while I go barf. "Hey Tess," Max says, "do you ummm...think you could go somewhere else? We really do need to get some work done. Please?" Tess scowls. Charlie doesn't look all that happy either. "I mean if you were here I know you would just be a big distraction. I'd never get anything done. I'd be too busy looking at your pretty face and listening to your beautiful voice Tessy-bear. I'd hardly acknowledge poor Liz over here which just wouldn't be fair to her." Seriously the chunks are rising. Oh my god, which way is the nearest restroom? By the way Max, would you like some crackers to go with that cheese? "Awww, Maxie!" Tess beams. "Dude, not me. Liz is hot," Charlie pipes in. Tess frowns. Max frowns. "Thanks, Charles," I say, meaning it. "It?s not like I?m an old maid." I glare at Max. His eyes plead with me. Oh, what the hell, I'm a softy. That, and I don't want Tess over here anymore than he apparently does, or Charlie for that matter. "Hey, Tess," I say. "I don't mean to monopolize your boyfriend. There is just so much that I don't know and need him to explain. But I'd love to have you come over and chat with us after I get all caught up." I flash her my biggest, bestest, not to mention fakest, smile to seal the deal. "I guess you are right Liz. Max is really smart and you definitely could use his help. C'mon Charlie," she says. Definitely, my ass! I'll probably be carrying Max myself within two weeks. I give her a thumbs up. Charlie hesitates. He looks back and forth between me and Max suspiciously. It's my turn to plead with my eyes. Finally he stands up and he and Tess move over by one of her cheerleader friends. "Sorry about that," Max says after they leave. "Thanks, though." "I don?t know what you are talking about," I say refusing to acknowledge my aid to the bastard. "Tess means well most of the time, but sometimes I just need air," Max continues. "Trouble in paradise?" I raise an eyebrow. "Oh god, yes," replies Max. "Tess is a hand full. She's a nice person though, and I am committed to her." Why is he telling me this? Does he think I give a flying fuck? Tess is nice alright. Nice and annoying. And why does he say that like he's obligated to her or something? "I never got to properly introduce myself. I'm Max," he says extending his hand. I stare at it. "I had a dog named Max once. He was really dumb. He got hit by a car, and I had to take him out in the cornfield shoot him. I?m Elizabeth, by the way," I say. "Well, I had a rat named Elizabeth once. She was really stupid. She escaped her cage and crawled in between the wall and died. We didn't find her till she started to reek," Max responds. What do you know? The boy has balls after all. "So you any relation a one Isabel Evans?" I ask cautiously. "Yeah," He smirks. "She's my sister." Well I'll be a horse's ass. Why didn't I just shoot myself in the foot this morning? I wonder if he's heard about Isabel's and my run in. Naw, he couldn't have. Otherwise, he wouldn?t be trying so hard to be friendly. Would he? The bell rings and we gather our stuff. Max heads towards the door, but before he exits he looks back. "By the way," he says, "the Tic-Tac line? THAT was priceless. I've never seen Isabel so speechless before in my life.? He dodges out the door and I'm left standing there shocked. Mr. Slater walks by and pats me on the back. "Yeah," he says, "that was classic." Mr. Slater exits the room. I stand there alone for a while, soaking up my utter astonishment. Before I know what has gotten into me, I run out the door chasing after Max Evans. ******************** |
| posted on 14-Feb-2002 10:27:04 PM by Allie1031 |
| Author's Note
I had some free time so I thought I would respond to some of the comments. quote: Yes, well, I think so. I mean I was planning on it. But I like to be spontaneous and surprise myself so I never really know anything for sure. If they are alien this will probably turn NC-17 and if not then it's more towards maybe. I dunno. I make decisions as I go and pretty much wing it. We'll see. The ending may be a surprise for us all. quote: Yes. Commited. Many people seem disturbed by the whole "three years" bit. I'm sorry I alarmed you. I don't want to say too much, but let's just put it this way, it's an M/L fic. Tess is gonna get her arse kicked. quote: A couple people mentioned Micheal. He's coming up, don't worry. And there will be something going on between him and Maria too, I think. Kyle will also be appearing. So will Liz's good buddy Sean, very soon in fact. quote: For those of you who are Isabel fans, you will be happy to know that her personality will be making a come back. Eventually. After I've had enough fun. I'm sorry to say though, that I am pretty sure she will not be in a couple with Alex. I had other plans for her with another popular roswell character that is a little less traditional, a hint of Season 3. I've never read her written with him before but I know the idea must be out there. I mostly read M/L fics so I guess I'm probably biased. quote: I love you too. (and in the heterosexual-you-read-and-love-my-writing-way) Thanks for the enthusiasm. It's nice to feel loved, even if you might just be humoring me. quote: I am confident that Maria will appear in the rest of the fic with, indeed, a nose. Thanks you all so much for your support and feedback. It really means a lot to me. As long as at least one person can convince me they actually like my story and everyone keeps asking for more, I'll keep writing and try to pump the parts out as fast as I can. |
| posted on 16-Feb-2002 3:21:09 PM by Allie1031 |
| Guys I'm not sure if I should continue this. It doesn't really seen like ther is that much interest, or at least like anyone is really reading it. I don't know. I'll probably still write on because I like to write but it won't be very high on my priority list if thats the case and updates will be few and far between. I'm just not sure there is a whole lot of interest. TBC? |
| posted on 20-Feb-2002 7:19:31 PM by Allie1031 |
| Alright. I'll keep writing. Lucky for you guys I just like to write. Normally I write long ass emails back and forth with my friends in my spare computer time, especially the boys I am seeing, but as of lately I have decided that guys are peices of shit so I've been doing one-liners if anything at all. Eh, who knows? This part is longer I think because I was gonna write a lot for the hell of it but I figure I should just post what I have now. Thanks for the feedback everyone! I hadn't even looked at the thread in a few days. I'll try to be prompt in updates if I can.
Part Five Unfortunately Max is long gone. But lucky for me Charlie waited around. Real lucky. Mmmno. "So Liz, when we going out?" Charlie asks. "Never," I growl, irritated. "Hey, I can dig a challenge," he laughs. The boy just doesn't get the picture. I am about to put my knee into his groin to show him, when his friend from earlier who hit him in the head steps up. "Charlie, man, the lady said no. Cut her some slack," he says smiling at me. I smile back. I hadn't noticed earlier how cute the guy is. Tall, Blonde hair, blue eyes, very cute indeed. "Hi, I'm Sean. I'm sorry about my friend here. Unfortunately, he has no manners," Sean says elbowing Charlie in the gut. He extends a hand. I shake. "It?s nice to meet you. I'm Liz," I respond. He still hasn't let go of my hand. "I know," he says grinning. He releases my hand. "Welcome to Roswell," he continues. "If there is anything you need, or anything at all I can do for you, you just let me know." "Okay," I nod. He smiles again. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around," he says. "I hope so," I reply before I can be embarrassed by my obvious attraction. "Me too," he says with amusement in his eyes. He certainly doesn't seem embarrassed. He grabs Charlie who is looking on, some what dumbfounded that his friend Sean so easily found his way to my good side. Sean drags Charlie down the hall by the scruff of his collar, the whole time lecturing him about manners in the presence of a lady, or at least for as long as they are within my earshot. I sigh, and turn around to wander my way to my next class. Lucky for me it's a beginning drawing class that Alex is in. I sit next to him, and the hour flies by full of his witty remarks and my sarcastic retorts. Next I move on to gym class and lucky for me, Maria has it the same hour. Very lucky, because so does Isabel. We kept our distance occasionally exchanging murdering glares. Other than that the hour goes by pretty uneventful, thank god. Fourth hour, Alex, Maria, and I all have a literature class called great books together, which is fantastic because it means we all eat the same lunch shift. Lunck is about as swell as any school lunch can be. Maria, Alex, and I sit together with some other kids they know. It's really is a blast. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Maria and Alex have already made me feel at home. Fifth hour I have French with Isabel. Same treatment as in gym. Lucky for me though, Sean is in the class and we sit in the back goofing off most of the hour, making funny faces at Isabel. The teacher does not seem to appreciate us. Somehow though, while making monkey faces with Sean, Isabel looks nowhere near as threatening. Sixth hour I have a very boring study hall in the cafeteria with Tessy-bear and my good friend Charlie. A barrel of fun and then some. They both try to sit next to me, but Maria walks in just as the ball is ringing and I move into a seat next to her. I finally see Max again seventh hour in my math class. He and Tess both have Calculus with me, which I find surprising. I didn't know Tess?s small mind could incorporate such complicated usage of numbers. Eh, go figure. I'm wrong about many things. The entire rest of the day passes rather uneventfully and I feel relieved when the final bell rings. As I walk down the hall to my locker at the end of the day I notice Max step up beside me. "Hey," he says. "Hey," I say, glancing around for Tessy-bear who is usually attached to his hip. "How was your first day?" He wonders. "Okay," I grumble refusing to let him know I am care that he cares. "Just okay?" he asks. "Well, I didn't cause anymore disturbances. I stayed away from your sister, you'll be glad to hear," I respond. He laughs. "Isabel is very self-righteous," he says. "You must mean self-centered," I counter. "Okay, that too," he chuckles. He just brushes off every insult I throw at him. Why the hell is he so damn agreeable? "Why the hell are you so damn agreeable?" I practically shout. He looks at me, shocked by my outburst. "I mean I try to offend you but you just ignore it. Why are you nice to me? I am a complete bitch to you and your sister. Are you dense or something?" I elaborate. "I?m sorry," he say quietly, obviously a little hurt. I sigh. "Why on earth were you nice to me after I got in that fight with your sister?" I say. "Isabel can be really stuck up. It was nice to see her ego deflated a bit. She can be really high and mighty sometimes. She needs someone to knock her back down to earth every once and a while. As for your bitchiness though, I just figured you were like that," he says. I look him in the eye to make sure he's serious. He is. In that case, point taken. I suppose I can sometimes be unnecessarily unpleasant. Occasionally. "Sorry," I mumble looking down. I decide now is a good time to end this conversation and I walk away. "Liz, wait," Max calls after me. I walk faster. Stupid, I know. I can't outrun him and even if I could, I certainly couldn't evade him forever. I spot a drinking fountain on my right, shove past a person about to bend over, and stick my mouth in the stream. "Bitch," I hear the girl swear a me. Alright so it wasn?t polite to push, I'll admit, but there is no need for name calling. I turn around about to pounce. Then I realize who exactly I have shoved and I freeze. Shit. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Isabel Evans screeches at me. I about crap my pants. She looks really pissed and really scary. Damnit, I already pressed my luck earlier and some how I don't see myself coming out of this little incident so fortunate. "Uhhh...sorry," I stammer. "I was really parched." Not really a lie. My throat certainly is dry now. Very, very dry. She squints her eyes and make that perfect Polaroid face again. I wince. "Well, I'm just going to get a uhhh...drink, and I'll be on my merry way. Ummm...very sorry," I manage to say. She smirks at me. I turn around and bend over again to get a drink when I notice Isabel place her hand on the side of the fountain. I feel a little prickle in my fingers that are touching the fountain, kind of like a very small electrical shock. "Liz! Don't!" Max says rushing in on the scene. I'd completely forgotten about him. He knocks me out of the way just as I push the little knob to turn on the water fountain. A huge spray gushes out and I quickly release the valve. Okay, uhh, WHAT the FUCK? "Liz, you have to be careful," says Max calmly through clenched teeth, glaring at Isabel. "This fountain's broken. It can be really screwy sometimes." He stands between me and Isabel and places a hand on my shoulder. "Wow. I sure as hell guess so. Thanks for the heads up," I say still stunned. I stare at the surrounding wall and floor dripping with water that could have been all over me. "No problem," Max says, leading me away by my arm and still glaring at Isabel who is frowning right back. We walk a little ways before Max stops and turns to me. "You okay?" he asks, looking me over. "I think so. It was just water anyways. That was really weird," I say. "It was working fine the first time I got a drink." "My advice," Max says, "is to stay out of Isabel's way from now on. You don't want to press your luck. She can be very...irrational sometimes." "I'm not afraid of her," I insist, looking him in the eye. "I know," he replies, ''and I think that's what irks her the most. Just watch your back." "Alright," I sigh. "Listen, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I was supposed to meet Maria at my locker a while ago." "Okay," Max says hesitantly, as if he doesn't want to part ways. Yeah, AS IF. He's probably got Tessy-bear waiting around the corner and is only talking to me because he feels sorry for me. You know, trying to be nice to the new kid and all. I smile at him before I walk away for good measure. Eh, I figure it is the least I can do, afterall the boy did save me a change of clothes. I hurry to my locker to find Maria and Alex waiting. "Where have you been, girl?" Maria says when she spots me. "Eh, I had a run in with Isabel," I shrug. Maria turns pale. "Well, I see that you are still in one piece, that reassuring, but if you want to stay that way you are just going to have to wise up. You can only tease death so many times before it gets the best of you," Maria states worriedly. "Don?t be so melodramatic, Maria. She's not going to DIE. Isabel won't kill her. Maim? Maybe. Paralyze? Probably. But I don't think Isabel would ever actually go so far as to kill someone. Granted, her enemies have a tendency to disappear..." Alex says. Well now I'm shaking in my boots. Assuming I was wearing boots. Whatever. Bad cliche. "Remember that one kid? Nicholas, or something? One minute he and Isabel have a big fight in front of the whole school about complexions or something, and the next day the kid is just gone. Vanished. For good. Crazy, crazy, strange shit," Alex continues. Heh. Heh, heh. Insert nervous laugh here. "Isabel Evans is definitely a weird one. Disappearing for days at a time. Always nervous and suspicious. Honestly sometimes I think she might seriously be insane," says Maria. "A couple cards missing from the full deck," states Alex. "Yeah," agrees Maria. "One crayon short of a whole box," Alex says. "Uh huh," responds Maria. "A few bulbs gone off that string of Christmas lights," Alex continues. "Right," says Maria. "One egg less than a dozen," Alex goes on. "Yup," Maria nods. "Several peas rolled out of her pod," Alex rattles off. "Totally," Maria smiles. "Minus a penny or two from that dollar," Alex grins. "No kidding," Maria laughs. "A burger short of-" "Enough," I break in. "I get the picture. Sheesh." "Just be careful," Maria says. "Isabel Evans is unpredictable." "Okay, okay. I'll try." I promise. "In the infamous words of Yoda, there is no try. Do or do not," Alex quotes with a perfect Yoda accent. "Geez, guys. I'm touched that you are worried about me, but I?m a big girl and can take care of myself," I assure them. "I sure hope so," sighs Maria. "Just out of curiosity, Alex, what is she a burger short of?" I ask. "A happy meal, of course," Alex grins. "Oh, Liz, I forgot to tell you," Maria squeals excitedly. "Oh, no," Alex says rolling his eyes. "We were invited to Pam Troy's birthday party tomorrow night! All my life I have wanted to be invited to one of her parties. She throws the best parties in all of Roswell. Oh we have to go, we just have to!" She jumps up and down. "Well don't wet your pants," Alex says dryly. "How do you know her parties are so great anyways? You?ve never gone." "EVERYONE knows her parties are awesome, Alex," Maria says impatiently crossing her arms. "Oh, how silly of me. I forgot. Why would you want to go anyways? Pam's only inviting us so we will bring Liz. She didn't invite us until after you told her you were friends with Liz, and she made you promise to bring her," He sneers. "So what?" Maria argues. "We got invited didn't we? Why can't you ever be gracious? It could be a lot of fun." "I'll be gracious when there is something to be gracious about. You can count me out for this one," Alex states full of pride. Maria sighs. "Fine. Be that way. Liz and I will go and have a wonderful time and tell you all about it. Won't we Liz?" Maria asserts. They both look at me. "Uhhh...okay. I mean, I guess so?" I respond. Hey, I'm not about to turn down a party. I live to party. Sorry Alex. "Good," says Maria with renewed excitement. "You can come over to my house, and we can do our hair and makeup together! Ooooo, I just had a great idea, you can spend the night at my house!" "Uhhh...sure," I say. "I have to ask my dad, but I think so." "See Alex, it will be lots of fun. You?ll be sorry you missed out," Maria flaunts. "Well I guess so," Alex states. "You sure you don't want to go Alex?" I ask. "I sounds like it might be fun?" "Oh, I'm sure. Don't worry about it, Liz. You go and have a good time with Maria," he assures me. "Okay," I say. "Yea," smiles Maria. "I can't wait!" "Just out of curiosity, this Pam chic wouldn't be good friends with Isabel inviting me to try to erect revenge on me now, would she?" I ask casually. "Not in the least," says Maria. "If anything she invited you to conspire with you. Isabel's number one rival is Pam Troy, well, that is after you of course," smiles Alex. "Hey, wow, good to know. I think I like this Pam chic already," I decide. The three of us race out of the school. I'm definitely not opposed to Roswell anymore. It's already starting to feel like home. ******************** |
| posted on 20-Feb-2002 7:19:34 PM by Allie1031 |
| Sorry, double post. This crazy peice of crap computer! [ edited 2time(s), last at 16-Jan-2003 11:41:36 PM ] |
| posted on 22-Feb-2002 3:14:31 AM by Allie1031 |
| I cam home today and checked the thread and the post about being a favorite three fic by luvjb inspired me to finish the next part. Part six goes out to luvjb of whom I am currently a big fan of.
Part Six The next day of school goes by like a blur. Me avoiding Isabel. Me avoiding Max. Me avoiding Charlie. Me avoiding Tess. Shit, it's day two and I already have a fat ass list of people to avoid. Huh, I just must not be the sociable type. Damn. Oh well,I know I'm over it. Max tries to have an actual conversation with me in bio, and I keep dragging the attention back to the lab. When his hand brushes mine, my skin prickles and I get goosebumps. I keep my hands far from his for the rest of the hour. In gym class the teacher tries to make everyone climb this high-ass rope for a grade. She grades you on your method of climbing. You have to shimmy yourself up there some way to even get a grade. Everyone utterly sucks at it, everyone but me and Isabel. Oddly enough we are the only two girls in the class that make it up the A way which is hands only. Whatever, I just went up to the top. The gym-teacher Mrs. McGraine says we are two of the only three girls which have been able to do it so far. Surprise of all surprises, the other girl happens to be Tess Harding. Tess never really struck me as the strong type before. I must really just be way off on her. Then again Isabel surprised me too. I thought she would have been afraid she might break a nail or get a callous or something. Eh. I do massive amounts of push-ups and sit-ups and weight-lifting so it seemed a piece of cake to me but I'm guessing the rest of Roswell doesn't share my enthusiasm for fitness. I have such a petite body that I figure I better make up for what I lack in size with strength. I meet this Pam Troy chic at lunch. She seems nice enough if you ask me. A little involved with herself, but nice in a fake, artificial, blonde highlights, baked to a golden brown, zapped a few too many brain cells with her cell phone kind of way. Well, nobody's perfect. She want to make sure I will be attending her big birthday bash and I confirm that I am. Dad was thrilled that I am making friends so fast. Note to self: do not let Dad and Isabel come with in 50 feet of each other. Sean and I sit together in French again and flirt for most of the hour. He asks my plans for the weekend and I tell him about Pam and he laughs and tells me that he'll be at the party too. Apparently he and Pam go way back, whatever the hell that means. Tess and her cheerleading friends swam around me and Maria in study hall. First, they start by asking me all sorts of doofy questions like what kind of shampoo do I use to make my hair smell like strawberries and what kind of music do we listen to in Dike. Then they go on to tell us about how cute the outfits they bought for Pam's big party are, listing their entire ensemble down to their every accessories. Maria and I have to listen with glazed eyes, but every once in a while I pop in a good sarcastic remark or two totally goes over their heads. Finally they move into the latest gossip about this couple or that or who's cheating on who or what people are pissed at each other. It would have been a hell of a lot more meaningful if I couldn't count the people I know in Roswell on my fingers. Maria seemed really interested though. I tell you, if I ever need dirt on anyone, I know where I'm going. For the most part though, the conversation centers around the one big underlining theme of Pam Troy?s birthday blow out. This is like the social event of the year at West Roswell High, home of the comets. After all the hype this puppy gets it better be the best damn party I've ever been to, or at least one kick-ass all out blast. At the end of the day Max tries to walk me to my locker with his friendly, Brady-bunch quality chit chat, but Tess intercedes. Oh, well. Max waves goodbye, and Tess blows me a kiss like we are best friends or something. Or something. That girl is just lucky I haven't had a chance or reason to cream her annoying, sorry ass yet. I'll humor her as long as it is to my advantage or I have nothing better to do and not a second longer. It's not like I don't try to insult her as it is. She just doesn't understand the careful sarcasm in my responses. At least Max understands, he's just naive enough to believe it's my personality. Go figure. Maria takes me home to grab some of my stuff to spend the night, and then we head over to her house. I wish I was lucky enough to have two-day weeks every week. Maria and I make our way to the Kitchen as soon as we get to her house and rustle around for some grub. I settle on some Oreos and some milk and Maria grabs a bag of Gardettos. "In our kitchen," she says, "we only have one rule. You can eat whatever you can find." "Good rule," I tell her with a mouth full of cookies. I swallow. "You don?t need a lot of rules if the ones you have are good." "Very true," Maria states. "Although, the house wide rule of you make the mess, you clean it up seems to have less popularity around here." I take a big gulp of milk. Sean walks by the doorway and waves. "Hey Liz," he says as he heads upstairs. I spit milk out all over myself. "What the hell is he doing here?" I question Maria. "He lives here," Maria laughs as milk dribbles down my chin. "Cripes, Sean is your brother?" I ask. "Oh thank god, no. He's my cousin, but he lives here with me and my mom. It's a complicated family situation," Maria explains. You know, I don?t remember ever hearing Sean's name attached to a last name. Note to self: be more observant. "So it's just the three of you living here?" I wonder. "Yup," Maria says through a mouth full of Gardettos. "Huh. You think Sean would have told me. I mean I KNOW I've mentioned you before," I say. "Sean lives in his own world," Maria replies. "If it makes you feel any better he gave me the third degree about you last night so I just assumed you knew." "You know something Maria? This is one very small world," I respond. "No kidding," she says. "You know, you have milk all over yourself. Want to go change?" "Good idea," I say. We head upstairs. We walk past Sean's room and the door is wide open. He's got posters of his favorite bands and super models covering the walls. Metallica is blaring from his stereo. "What the hell happened to you?" he says when he sees me. "I had an accident," I say angrily. "When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were related to my good friend Maria here whom I have been telling you all about?" "Eh. It didn't really come up. I figured you would find out eventually," he shrugs. "Didn't come up?! I talk about Maria all the time. You asked me who I liked so far and I said Maria DeLuca and Alex Wittman!" I spew back. "Maybe I didn't want Maria telling you bad things about me," he says quietly, looking down. Maria rolls her eyes. "Whatever. If you wouldn?t do bad things then maybe I wouldn't have to tell Liz about them," adds Maria matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry Liz," Sean pleads. "I knew you would find out sooner or later, I just hoped it would be later after you had a chance to form a good opinion of me first." "It's okay Sean," I sigh. "It's really no big deal. I don't really care, but in the future I expect you to tell me things like this." "No prob," He says smiling at me like we never had this conversation. I smile back and Maria drags me out of the room. We go into her and she locks the door behind her. "You know he is just going to try to play you, right?" She asks. "Maybe I like to be played," I say cautiously. "I know you like to play with fire Liz, but this time I promise you will get burned," Maria replies. How 'bout a little fire, Scarecrow? Bring it on. "Geez, Liz. You even have milk in your hair! Gross. You better take a shower," Maria says changing the subject. I smell my hair. Yup. Definite scent of cow juice. "You're right, or tonight I will reek like rotten dairy. I don't want to develop the reputation of being the stinky kid at school. That's ALL I need," I respond. "Don't worry," Maria smirks. "Smelly Ken has already claimed that award for the last 13 years and I think he?s in danger of being dethroned." I chuckle. "I don't think I've met this fellow called smelly Ken yet," I say. "Oh believe me, if you had, you would know," Maria laughs. "He looks like an average guy, he just doesn't shower very often. It's not even like he can't afford to or has a glandular problem or anything. He's just really lazy, the laziest person on the face of the earth." I chuckle some more. Maria leads me to the bathroom and I take a quick shower. The best thing about Maria's house is it already feels like my second home. Maria takes a quick shower after me and we lay on her bed for a while watching Beverly Hills, 90210 reruns. Her room is really great. She has a big canopy double bed with a deep purple bedspread and drapes and such. All different colors of purple accent her room and the pillows on her bed are unique in shade. She has a lot off really antique looking furniture, including Victorian style lamps and an old maple wood desk. Maria definitely has taste in her decorating and I can tell she went to a ton of work to get her room just right. "Maria where did you get all this great stuff? Your room looks awesome," I tell her. "Eh, my mom and I visit a lot of flea markets and garage sales. Oh, and auctions are good too," She says. "You have to help me redecorate my room," I plead. "Sure, sounds like fun," she says. At five or so Maria and I run down stairs and stick a frozen pizza in the oven. At 5:30 we remember to turn on the oven. At six we put another pizza in because we discover Sean and some of his friends have eaten ours. Around seven or so Maria and I get dressed. She puts on a shimmering baby blue spaghetti strap tank top that brings out the color of her eyes perfectly. I pull on my bright green velvet camisole tank. Maria crimps my hair and pulls half back in a messy but very stylish fashion. I make little twists in Maria's hair to pull it all back into a disheveled bun on top of her head. Maria and I, damn, do we have style. She thinks exactly like me, and we have such similar taste it astonishes me. I don't trust myself to do Maria?s make up, it's never been my specialty. Instead I watch in awe as she magically conceals any minor flaws she may have had and subtly highlights her face in all the right place to make herself look astonishingly beautiful. Heh. And I have to show up with her. Heh, heh. "Damn, Maria. You look fantastic. You're like a professional make-up wiz or something. I never look that good," I say. Maria is just naturally pretty to begin with and with a little make up she looks like a goddess. "Thanks," she says grinning. "Want me to do you now?" "PLEASE," I beg taking a seat in front of her. "Okay," she says, "but you have to completely trust me and can't look until I'm done." I agree. The last time I let someone else do my make up was my freshman year. My best friend Lindsay begged me to let her and she ended up putting on way too much, making me look like a clown. I haven't trusted anyone to do my makeup since. I tell Maria this. She giggles. "Don't worry, Liz, I know what I'm doing. The trick is not in how much you put on but how you put very little on," Maria tells me. She sounds knowlegdable so I just let her loose. She uses a lot of shades that I assure her look bad on me and she tells me to just wait and see. "There, finished," she says admiring her work smiling. She puts down the mascara she has in her right hand and picks up a hand-held mirror. I try to turn around to get a glimpse of my self in her big mirror behind me but she stops me. "Not yet , Liz! You do look spectacular if I say so myself. Granted, though, I might be biased because you are my work of art. Wait just a sec. SEAN!" She hollers. I hear Sean slowly tromp up the stairs to Maria's room. "What do you want now?" he grumbles as he enters the room. He stops dead when he sees me and his eyes go wide. "Wow, Liz. You look gorgeous," He says staring. "Maria, let me see!" I say snatching the mirror from Maria's hand. I gasp when I see myself. Maria has made me look much older and much, much prettier. I turn around and look in the big mirror to see the full effect. "Shit, Maria. You are awesome," I tell her. "No you are," she says laughing. "You girls leaving soon?" Sean asks. "If you are you can ride with me and the boys." "No, I will not be your designated driver Sean," Maria huffs. "Naw, we already drew straws. It's Charlie's turn," Sean responds grinning. "Well, in that case, as touched as I am that you want to be seen with me in public Sean Deluca, I'm still going to have to decline your offer on the basis that we are not quite ready and that your friends might try to grope us on the way home. You of course would be a perfect gentleman and never try any moves on Liz," Maria says. "Naturally," Sean states. Maria snorts. "Well, we're gonna go then," he says as he backs out of the room still staring at me, "but I guess we will see you there." He leaves and Maria turn to me smiling. "We are going to have so much fun tonight!" She proclaims. "Just promise me that you will try to stay out of trouble Liz." "Trouble? Ha. Innocent is my middle name. Elizabeth Innocent Parker. Has a certain ring, wouldn't you say?" I grin. Maria laughs. "Right," she says. Maria and I finish getting ready, and when I look down at my watch I see it is nine already. Man, time flies when you are having fun, dancing around Maria's room in your underwear to 80's tunes by greats such as Tiffany. It's amazing that Maria knows all the words to "I Think We?re Alone Now" and fricking hilarious when she sings it to you in her underwear. Great set of pipes on that girl too. Ah, good times, good times. Maria and I finally go pile into her car. "What time did this party start?" I ask Maria. "Eh, Pam said six, which means seven and most people don't come until later anyways," Maria replies. "Pam's parents went out of town around five so six was the very earliest people were supposed to come. The thing about Pam's parties is that they tend to last all night; most people don't go home until around six a.m. and people come and go all night." "So how old is Pam turning today?" I wonder. Maria snorts. "Actually, she's 18 but I'm pretty sure her birthday was around three month ago," Maria grins. "She just waits to have her birthday party when her parents go out of town. That, and she has about three birthdays a year from my count." "She must really want a lot of presents," I chuckle. "The problem is," Maria laughs, "that everyone forgets when her birthday really is because she has so many so-called 'birthday' parties." "Damn, and I thought she had found a good way to cheat the system," I smile. Maria drives us a little ways out of town and turns off onto a private drive. Before long we run into rows of cars parked along both sides of the drive, and Maria parks. We get out and walk to Pam's house which is lit up against the night sky off about 100 meters in the distance. As we get closer I can see that Pam's home is a ritzy, southwestern-style, ranch house. Cars are disorderly parked in a field on her vast lawn to my right. I can hear music blaring from her house and voices laughing and shouting the closer we get. Maria and I approach the front door and look to each other "You want to do the honors or should I?" I ask Maria. "Oh, after you," Maria says smiling. I reach out and grab the door knob but before I can turn the door is yanked open. "Liz is here," some guy I have never seen before in my entire life shouts at the top of his lungs. A cheer raises from the party-goers and I see Pam make her way through a crowded room on my left towards us. "Lizzie, you came," Pam squeals like we are best friends. "I'm so glad you're here. There are soooo many people that you just HAVE to meet." She forcefully takes my arm and drags me away. "Uhh...I'll catch up with you later," I call back to Maria who looks a little disappointed. Pam parades me around and introduces me to fifty billion people, none of who?s names I remember. Finally I sneak away she turns for an instant to stop some guy from pissing in one of he potted plants. I definitely need a break, having been on display for the last hour. I steal away for some piece and quiet on her back lawn which apparently isn?t as novel of a concept as I had thought. Mostly there are just couples making out in dark corners, but a group of individuals is gathered by the pool so that's where I head. "Liz Parker," calls an all too familiar voice. "Charles," I respond dryly. The scent of alcohol is heavy in the air. "We were just about to start a good old-fashioned game of truth or dare and we are looking for players," Charlie slurs. So much for designated driver. I wonder if Sean knows. Note to self: FIND OUT. I should really take Charlie's keys from him but I don't feel like it at the moment. I'll come back later. He doesn't look like he will be going anywhere anytime soon. "Enticing offer but I told Maria I'd be right back," I say backing away before Charlie can get too close. "You have fun though." "No. Come back," he stammers as I dodge back into the house. Once inside I set off in search of Maria. After a solid ten minutes go by before I find her sitting on a couch with some guy that I don't recognize. "Sorry," I say squeezing onto the couch next to Maria. "Pam is one crazy ho that thinks I'm like her new pet or something. It was boring as hell and I kept trying to break away, but she dug her nails into my arm." I show her the marks to prove it. "It's okay," Maria says. "I don't blame you. It's nice to have attention." "Yeah," I reply. "But I hope you didn?t miss me too much." "You know I was lost without you," she smiles. "Who is this?" I ask gesturing to the guy sitting next to her. He's actually pretty cute with shaggy light brown hair in his brown eyes. He carries a distinct don't piss me off aura that I instantly appreciate. "Oh, him?" Maria says giving a nod in the general direction of the guy. "That's just Michael Guerin. No one special." "Thanks for the great introduction Maria," Michael responds bitterly. "You're nothing special yourself, you know." "I'm Liz Parker," I say reaching a hand around Maria to shake Michaels. "Charmed," says Michael glancing at me past a stubbornly frowning Maria. "I've heard of you." "Really? What have you heard?" I question. "Eh, someone told me you were a short, arrogant, ugly, monkey-faced bitch," Michael says casually. ******************** |
| posted on 23-Feb-2002 7:48:39 PM by Allie1031 |
| For the record, I try to get a part out for every every ten replies, at least. Thank you all for the great feedback thus far. I'm sorry all of you dreamers who are anxious about the presence of Sean, please be patient.
-Previously- "I'm Liz Parker," I say reaching a hand around Maria to shake Michael's. "Charmed," says Michael glancing at me past a stubbornly frowning Maria. "I've heard of you." "Really? What have you heard?" I question. "Eh, someone told me you were a short, arrogant, ugly, monkey-faced bitch," Michael says casually. ******************** Part Seven "That's awful," Maria bursts. "Liz isn't like that." "I KNOW," Michael says. "Liz isn't ugly and her face doesn't really resemble a monkeys. She's not really THAT short either. Just average. I don't know about arrogant or bitch though. I just met her." "Where did you hear this?" I ask frowning. "From his good friend Isabel, that's who," steams Maria. "It's okay, Liz," Michael assures me. "Max had only good things to say about you so I would say you are pretty well balanced out for the time being in my eyes." "Because the world revolves around what YOU think Michael," retorts Maria. "What did Max say?" I question Michael. "The usual. He said you were really funny, hilarious even. He loves your personality. He said the you were beautiful, but didn't think you were, and sweet, even through you tried to hide it with a rough exterior. Oh, and he also said 'the whole world stops when you walk into a room,' whatever the hell that means," Michael tells me. "The boy is delusional," I respond. "The last thing I am is sweet, especially to him." "Well that's just what he thinks," proclaims Michael. "I don't know. Maxwell can be an odd one sometimes." "I didn't even know you KNEW Max Evans," Maria says to me. "It's so strange that he and his sister have such conflicting opinions of you." "Not really," replies Michael. "They are close, but they disagree on a lot of things. Most people really don't know anything about us at all." I notice how he groups himself with Max and Isabel. "I need something to drink," I say glancing at the bar. "Check the fridge in the kitchen if you want pop," Michael says. "The bar over there only has alcohol." Alcohol. Reminder: find Sean, get Charlie's keys. "Thanks for the tip. You two want anything?" I ask. They decline and I get up in search of a pop. When I come back Max is sitting with them. "Hey, Liz," Max smiles. "Hey," I say. The four of us chat for a while as I sip my pop. Max actually has some impressive opinions on things, especially current events. Go figure. I'm at a PARTY discussing politics with Max Evans and enjoying it. Topics always start with the four of us conversing but Max and I end up dominating, leaving Maria and Michael to drop out and whisper about Max and I. Both Maria and Michael seem to loosen up, and they end up giggling and snickering a lot between the two of them. For the most part Max and I ignore them and go on with our debate. In the room next door, who ever is DJing puts in an old Salt ?n Pepper CD and ?Let?s Talk About Sex? blares out of the speakers. "I love this song," I say. "I remember in like fifth grade or so when it was way scandalous. I used to sing it with my friends before I really knew what it was about. I just knew I was bad for singing it." Max laughs. "Liz, you are just such a rebel," Max jokes. "Come on, let's go dance." "Why don't you go dance with Tess," I say lamely. "Because I asked you," He replies. "That, and Tess is really involved in poker at the moment." I glance into the dining room where Tess and several other kids are all sitting around a huge maplewood table. Tess is clearly winning; her pile of chips is at least twice that of every one else. "Alright," I say. Max stands up and grabs my hand to pull me up. Maria elbows Michael. "Hey, you wanna go dance too?" she asks. "Dancing is not really my thing," Michael responds. "Oh, come on," Maria pleads giving him the best puppy dog-eyed, poutty face I have ever seen. "Alright," Michael folds, "but only for a little while." Maria jumps up pulling Michael along with her. Max leads me to the living room, still holding my hand. I get butterflies at the physical contact with Max but quickly swallow them. Pam's gigantic living room has been converted to a dance club type atmosphere. The furniture has all been pushed aside and all the regular light bulbs have been replaced with black lights. Somewhere Pam has gotten a hold of a strobe lamp and a couple guys are crowded around her extensive, kick-ass stereo serving as DJ's and taking requests. Max and I push our way into the sea of sweaty, dancing bodies. We quickly lose sight of Maria and Michael but I'm already grooving away to my heart's content and could care less. A Nelly CD comes up next and we dance through several of the most popular songs. We start a couple feet apart, but the longer Max and I dance together, the closer we get to each other. About six songs later we are heavily grinding on each other. Too my absolute pleasure I discover that Max is a great partner, complementing me in size perfectly. Being close to Max, I realize he smells good, really good. I can't quite describe it, but it makes my stomach do flip flops. "Having fun?" Max shouts into my ear over the loud music. "Definitely," I shout back smiling. I rub my ass against him and he runs his hands over my hips and around my waist. Max and I look completely timid compared to some of the couples nearby who are openly fondling each other and are very much in need of their own rooms. I spot Sean in the crowd and I wave. He dances his way over. I pull him close, and as we dance I tell him about Charlie by the pool out back. "Shit," he swears in my ear after I tell him. "Don't worry," I reassure him. "I'll get his keys from him later. I can drive home and Maria can follow behind us." "Thanks Liz," He smiles and pulls me closer. I can tell Max doesn't like this and pushes closer to me from behind. Before long I am sandwiched between the two of them, neither willing to give me up. Tess, finally remembering her boyfriend, shows up to claim Max. He quickly backs off me at her appearance. Sean uses this chance to whisk me away to the opposite side of the room. I find myself in a much darker corner where everyone is going at it very heavy duty with their partners. With my arms around his neck, Sean's hands roughly grab my ass and he pulls my hips in as close as he can. I feel IT rubbing against me. Sean smells good too, not at all like Max though, spicier, more daring. Sean catches my bottom lip between his. He nibbles on it for a while and then runs his tongue around the outside of my mouth. It searches for entry and I open up, taking him in. Sean tastes fruity, like the wine cooler he had been drinking earlier. His tongue explores my mouth, and his hands my behind, finding their way into the back of my pants. "Let's go upstairs," Sean audibly whispers into my ear, kissing it. "I can't," I say. "I promised Maria I would stay out of trouble." "Do I look like trouble to you?" He asks. "Yes," I respond grinning. "Very much so." "Good," he replies smiling. He kisses me again, his tongue wrestling mine with renewed passion, but I pull away. "Not tonight," I say and I back off before I can get carried away. Sean's disappointed, but he says nothing. I leave him and search for Maria. Instead I run into Pam Troy. She pulls me aside. "You won't BELIEVE who just arrived," She says smiling slyly. "Isabel Evans." "That's nice," I respond almost caring. "Aren't you going to do something?" She asks perplexed. "Ummm...No?" I answer at the risk of being boring. "Well why the hell not?" Pam says. "I invited her so you could let her have it again. Imagine the nerve of her, showing up at a party that everyone knows you will be at. Why would she do that?" "Because you invited her?" I respond. "That's no reason. Hell, she knows I hate her," Pam says. "Then why'd you invite her?" I ask confused. "Because I thought you would give it to her! And I invite her to all my parties, duh," Pam replies frustrated. I fail to see any logic in anything coming out of Pam's mouth. "Why do you invite her to your parties if you hate her?" I wonder. "Because I invite everybody who is anybody. I have a certain standard to maintain with my parties. And they are the kind that get talked about for months afterwards," Pam tries to explain. I'm visibly confused. "Look you want bring Isabel down right? I mean, she is your enemy?" Pam asks. "Uhh... I guess so," I respond. "Great," Pam says smiling again. "I know just the weakness you can use to get at her." Alright, Pam is one conniving bitch if you ask me. "Which is..." I ask growing impatient with what Pam is trying to say. "Kyle Valenti," Pam states proudly of her planning. "Her boyfriend. He's been known to have a wandering eye, and he flirts with all of the girls. He's the star of the football team. Girls swoon around him." Pam points Kyle out across the room, his arm around Isabel's waist. He's an all-american, blue-eyed, sandy-haired, boy-next-door cute. He says something and he, Isabel, and the group around them laugh. Isabel gazes up at him lovingly. "You want me to seduce her boyfriend?" I reply shocked. "Yes," Pam says. "You're very pretty, and really smart. Exactly his type. I know he'll fall for you easily. The only reason he hasn't cheated on Isabel yet is because all the other girls are too scared of Isabel to get involved." "You want me to seduce her boyfriend?" I repeat. "That seems awfully shady." "Come on," Pam says rolling her eyes. "The girl hates you. You should hear the shit she talks behind your back." "Yeah, but all that?s between me and Isabel. It has nothing to do with this Kyle guy. I'm sorry Pam, I just don't think I could do that," I say. I try to walk away, but she grabs my arm, digging her nails in. "Liz Parker, don't ever cross me," Pam states icily. "I'm one enemy that you do not want. I make Isabel look like a kitten." "I'm not your puppet, Pam," I reply coldly, breaking my arm free. The look she gives me at my response sends daggers my way. Pam is not an enemy I need right now I decide. "I'll think about it," I finally say, trying to appease her. "Good," she says smiling again. "I know you will come to the right conclusion." It's funny how her right conclusion is exactly the opposite of mine. Pam is scary. Like mental scary. The girl help. I get away before she tries to make me do anymore dirty work and renew my search for Maria. I spot her dancing with Michael, laughing, and I leave her be. I walk past the patio door and I see Charlie still out by the pool goofing off with his friends. Now is as good of time as any, I decide, and I slip through the door. "Charles," I call out. His head snaps my direction immediately. A big smile crosses his face when he recognizes me. "Hey baby," He smirks slyly stepping closer to me. His group of friends stand looking on silently and grinning slightly. I notice that they all quite plastered, and one girl looks like she is about to pass out if whe doesn't puke first. The group is mostly boys, though, I discover, with the exception of two girls. "Charles, I have been looking for you," I say, not a complete lie, as I slowly approach him. "Really," He responds with a huge grin. "What for?" "I have something I want to show you," I tell him seductively. "What's that?" He licks his lips. Smiling, I walk provocatively to where he is standing next to the pool . I place my hands on his chest and close the distance between us. "This," I whisper, my mouth next to his ear. I run my hands slowly down his chest and across his stomach. He watches fascinated. I drift my hands into his front pockets and he looks at me like a little kid at Christmas. I finally feel his keys, among other things, in his front right pocket. I grasp them tightly and yank my hands out with incredible speed. Before he knows what has hit him, I smoothly give him a good shove backwards into the pool. I flinch at the big splash he makes. He surfaces quickly; it's only five feet where he feel in. His friends burst into hysterics. "Hey," He shouts angrily, making his way to the ladder. "Keep dreaming, Charles," I say standing over him trying not to laugh myself at his drowned rat appearance. I turn and walk back to the house chuckling to myself. I put a sway in my hips, knowing that he, and probably his guy friends for that matter, will be watching my ass as I walk away. I look up to see Max standing in the doorway of the patio door watching and listening intently with a scowl on his face. "You shouldn't be such a tease, Liz," Max says sternly when I am within normal voice range. "What's it to you?" I respond frowning. Max sighs. "You don't want to develop a reputation as that kind of girl, do you?" he states carefully. "No," I reply quietly. "But once again, what's it to you?" "Nothing," Max says trying to control his anger. "Simmer down, Max," I tell him absently. "I was just getting Charlie's keys. He's toasted, and he's supposed to be the designated driver." "How thoughtful of you. And Sean? You were searching for his keys too I suppose?" Max shoots back. "I didn't touch Sean's keys,? I growl at Max defensively. "And even if I had, that's none of your business. I can play with any keys I want" "Well it sure looked like Sean's keys were getting attention," He bellows. "What are you, spying on me?" I yell. "I don't have to," Max shouts. "You slut around in plain sight!" I slap him across the face. Hard. I shove through him into the house. I run face first into Isabel and Kyle holding hands. I bounce off and then push past her. I can hear her shouting things at me and then Max at her. I'm suffocating. I run upstairs, hot tears streaming down my face. Max is in pursuit. I can her him pleading with me to wait and clamoring up the stairs behind me. Shithead. GO AWAY. I crash into a room, trying to get away, and am confronted with a couple having sex. "Sorry," I mutter closing the door quickly. Thankfully the next door I open is to a bathroom. I jump inside quickly and slam the door. Max sticks his foot between the door before it gets closed. I wince at pain he must feel. I push on the door trying to get it closed. Max pushes back from the other side and easily overpowers me. He forces his way in and locks the door behind him. He slowly turns and faces me. ********************** |
| posted on 24-Feb-2002 1:47:22 PM by Allie1031 |
Hey guys, I don't think the next part is going to be up until Wednesday, maybe Tuesday, but it could be later still. There are alot of events I want to include in it and so it might be longer and thus take me longer to write. I'll try to get it up as soon as I can though.  |
| posted on 26-Feb-2002 1:14:21 AM by Allie1031 |
| Alright guys, I had to catcg up on some reading that I have been neglecting and study for a psychology test but I am 90% sure, which is as sure as I ever get, that I will get the new part up tomorrow instead of Wednesday. Hell it might even be later tonight but I doubt it. |
| posted on 26-Feb-2002 8:31:19 PM by Allie1031 |
| Well, here it is. I had to leave some stuff out but I'll put it in at upcoming sequences. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys have. Thanks.
-Previously- Thankfully the next door I open is to a bathroom. I jump inside quickly and slam the door. Max sticks his foot between the door before it gets closed. I wince at pain associated with that. I push on the door trying to get it closed. Max pushes back from the other side and easily overpowers me. He forces his way in and locks the door behind him. He turns and faces me. Part Eight "Liz-" Max starts. "Don't. Just leave me alone," I say, salty tears still trickling down my cheeks. I sit down on the edge of the tub. I rest my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees. "I'm sorry, Liz. I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I swear, I don't think that about you at all," Max pleads. "I'm not crying because of you, Max. I don't care about what you think," I tell him haughtily. "Then why are you crying, Liz?" Max asks concerned. "I don't want...to...talk...about it. Just ...GO... AWAY," I bawl. He sits down next to me on the tub and rubs my back. I stiffen. "It's okay, Liz," he says softly. "You can trust me." "Get out, Max," I cry, pushing him away. "Liz, you need to talk about this. Whatever it is, it's eating you up inside," he tells me quietly. I know he's right, but I refuse to admit it. "I don't need anything or anyone, Max. I can take care of myself. Mind your own business and please just leave me alone," I sniffle. "Liz-" Max begins. "GET OUT," I shout shoving him off the tub toward the door. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Max asks with irritation. "Maxwell, is that you? It's Michael," Michael says through the door. "AND Maria. Liz are you in there?!" Maria wails. "We're in here," Max sighs. "Is everything okay?" Maria frets. "No," I say. "YES," Max says clamping a hand over my mouth. "Liz?" Maria questions. I struggle to get free of Max's grasp. He wrestles me to the ground and sits on me. "She says she's fine Maria. Michael?" Max dictates. "Yeah?" Michael responds. I bite Max's hand but it has no effect. I bite harder, and he winces but doesn't let go. "We'll be down in a little bit. Liz and I are talking. Tell Isabel that I will check up on that ISSUE for her," Max says. "Okay," Michael replies. "I'm supposed to tell you that Isabel wants to have a little meeting about that certain ISSUE as soon as you get a chance.? "Alright," Max agrees. "I'll come find you guys as soon as I am done here." "Sounds good. You kids have fun and I'll talk to you later," Michael says. "Bye, Liz. We'll have to talk sometime later," Maria calls. "See you guys," Max replies. I let out a muffled cry for them to come back but they are already too far away. I hear their footsteps tromping down the stairs. Once again, I am left alone with Max. "Look Liz, the way I see it, you have two choices. One, you can tell me what's wrong and we can get on with life and go downstairs and have a good time. Two, we can sit here in the bathroom until you tell me what's wrong. It's up to you," Max says. He takes his hand off my mouth and rubs the bite marks. "GET OF ME," I shout. "Not until you decide to tell me," Max says. "I can sit here all night." "No you can't. You have to go talk to Isabel about her issues. It's reassuring to know she is seeking help," I retort. "LIZ," Max barks impatiently. "Isabel will have to wait I'm only concerned with you right now and I am prepared to sit here all night." Well I'm not. "You're crushing my lungs," I whine. "Too bad," Max replies unaffected. I sigh. I know when I'm beat. "Alright, I'll tell you," I resign. "Promise?" Max asks. Damn. "I promise," I swear. Unfortunately for me, I pride myself in being true to my word, whatever it may be. "Okay," Max states, standing up. "Spill." As soon as I get up I knee Max in the groin. He falls to his knees. "Owwwww," he moans. "What the hell was that for?" "Sitting on me asshole, and trying to control me. I don't like being forced into anything," I tell his cowering body. "You gave me your word Liz. You promised you'd talk to me," Max reminds, still hunched over cupping himself. "I know, and I will tell you, even though it is so clearly none of your business and in the future I hope that you will observe my boundaries. I took karate for seven years Max. If you ever want to have children, you better watch out because I know how handle myself," I tell him. "So I have found," Max grunts, finally coming to his feet again. I sit back down on the tub and he sits next to me. I scoot as far away as I possibly can and he allows me the distance. I don't think he wants to chance another blow with the pain of the last still so fresh in his mind. "Well, go ahead, Liz. You can tell me," he says looking to me, trying to catch my eye. We sit there for a while. I look down at my feet. "My mother just died," I blurt out before I can stop myself. "That's why I moved here, to live with my dad." "Oh, Liz, I'm so sorry," Max responds, moving closer to try to comfort me. "NO," I reply, "don?t be. I don't want your pity. She was a horrible person anyways. She used to tell me how ugly I was and how my nose was too fat. She and my step-father hated me. She said I was more trouble than I was worth. She only kept custody of me because she wanted to hurt my dad. She couldn't stand for anyone to love me or even like me. She tried to drive people away. She did everything she could to make my life miserable. She called me a slut all the time and told me the only reason any boy would ever want to be with me would be for sex. That's why I got upset. I was remembering the things she said that I tried so hard to forget." I'm crying openly now. Max scoots the rest of the way down to my end and puts his arms around me. "The worst part is," I continue, "that I was glad when she and my step-dad died. I hated them. I was glad that he got drunk and drove their car into the side of a semi." Max hugs me close and runs one hand through my hair. He traces circles on the bare skin on my upper back with the other. "God, Max," I whimper. "Why was she so mean to me? All I ever wanted was for her to love me. Sometimes she would forget she was supposed to be cold and actually show she cared. I lived for those brief moments. No matter how cruel she was to me, and how spiteful I was back, I still loved her. She was my mom." I'm weeping unashamed on the shoulder of some guy that I just met, but I don't care. Somehow, it just feels right. More so, I feel like a huge part of the burden has finally been lifted, just because I told someone. Max just holds me and lets me cry. For a long time neither of us speaks. I cry for my mom, I cry for myself. I cry all the tears I held back over the years, I cry all the tears that would not come at the funeral. I cry. "Liz, I really am so sorry," Max finally breaks the silence. "Everyone deserves to feel loved." He presses me closer. I'm all too aware that he is very much within my bubble space. "Your moom was wrong. You are beautiful, Liz, and a wonderful person. Any guy would be completely lucky to have you," Max goes on. "Max, you don't have to say that. It's okay," I say pulling away. "I entirely mean it Liz," he says. "You really are beautiful and wonderful. I can't take my eyes off of you and you make me laugh so much." I stare down at my lap. I wonder how beautiful I look with mascara streaks. Some girls look good crying. I, unfortunately, am not one of them. My face gets all puffy and blotchy, and it is really just not pretty. "Max," I reply quietly, "you barely know me." THAT and you have Tess my mind screams. "I know that, but I can't get enough of you. I'd like to get to know you so much better," I hear him say. I don't look up. I try to rub the mascara from under my eyes, hoping Maria used extra water-resistant and that my makeup has run too much. "Max-" I start. I can't think of the words to finish. "I should go find Maria," I conclude lamely. "Yeah," Max responds. "You don't want her to worry." "You need to talk to Isabel," I remind him. "Yes," he replies. I finally make the mistake of looking up at him. His amber eyes overflow with concern and search mine for something I am unwilling to let him see. I look away and he stands up. "If you ever want to talk, Liz, let me know. I'm here," Max says. "Okay," I respond. "I'll keep that in mind." "Do you want me to send Maria up?" he asks. "No, I'll be right down, as soon as I collect myself," I smile weakly up at him. The door clicks shut behind him and I am left alone. I sit for a while, with myself, thinking about what has just happened. I can't believe I just told Max all that I did. Finally I get up and look in the mirror. I don't look half as bad as I thought. The splotchiness has faded and puffiness mostly subsided. Maria's make up job remains intact except for a small amount of mascara under my eye which I quickly wash off with a cold, wet Kleenex. Minus the stinging in my eyes, I'd never know I'd been crying. I gradually make my way downstairs. When I get downstairs I discover that even more people have arrived. My watch says it's 1:36. Don't these people have parents? Not everyone can have a mom like Maria who works 3rd shift occasionally. I set out to find Maria. I scan the dancers in the living room and discover Pam Troy and her nasty-ass self getting down and dirty with Sean. Go way back, huh? I bet. I'm over the small twinge of jealousy I feel in a flash. I never suspected Sean was the monogamous type, and even if I had, I can't say that I have ever really been all that monogamous myself, so whatever works. Plus, Pam Troy is just gross so he can't be too interested. I head into the next room and spot Kyle Valenti sitting alone at the bar. I decide to make an introduction. "Hello," I smile and taking a seat on the stool next to him. "Hello," he responds returning the smile. Kyle Valenti is definitely a cutie. "I'm Liz Parker," I say extending a hand. "Kyle Valenti. Nice to meet you," he replies shaking. I glance around the room for signs of Isabel. The coast is clear for the time being. "I believe I knocked into you earlier. I'm sorry, I was in a hurry. I was being pursued by a less than desirable member of the opposite sex for the most trivial reasons and needed to make a quick escape. Still, that's no excuse for me to disregard my manners and so rudely bump into you," I explain. "Hmmm?" He says looking up from my cleavage. I smile. Pam's right. This boy would be too easy. "In the hall, outside the kitchen?" I prep. "Oh. Oh, yeah. It's no problem at all," Kyle states. "No harm done." He finishes his drink and grabs another beer. I don't think he's drunk though. "What's your poison?" he asks. "Me? I'm not drinking tonight," I tell him. "Good for you. You're new here, right?" Kyle questions. "Yep. Just started yesterday," I respond. "Awesome," he says. "I have to confess, I have heard a little about you." I chuckle. "Isabel?" I ask. "Yep. And Max. I see you?ve heard about me too," He smiles. "Pam Troy courteously pointed you out to me," I laugh. He grimaces. "Whatever you do, don't listen to Pam and for goodness sake, don't trust her. She's half mad," he warns. "So I am learning. Don't worry, I trust her about as far as I can throw her crazy ass, if that. What's she got against Isabel anyways? From the impression I got, she was less than tolerable of her," I state. "Just between the two of us, Pam's hated Isabel ever since I choose Isabel over her during sophomore year. Both of them hate being second best at anything, but Pam is by far the sorest loser I have ever met. She's been trying to get back at me and Isabel ever since," Kyle responds. Interesting. Very interesting. "It's funny how she invites you two to her parties," I declare. "No kidding," Kyle laughs. "She is so two-faced and hypocritical like that. She doesn't like us, yet she maintains an appearance of liking us for popularity purposes. I suppose we could be some pretty strong enemies to have." "Oh yeah?" I ask grinning. Kyle chuckles. "Sorry, Liz. I forgot about you and Isabel for a second. Max provided a far more accurate description of you. You seem nice enough to me. I'm sure Isabel will come around. She isn't usually this irrational. She's really a good person, you know. Very caring about others. Sometimes she just gets paranoid. Even this is out of character for her though. Mostly, I know that she is just worried. In her eyes, you may pose a threat to her existence," Kyle says solemnly. "So you and Isabel have been together for the last two years? You must be pretty close?" I wonder. "Yes, I know her very well and I love her," Kyle professes. "She has many secrets, but I've gotten her to open up to me a lot in the past year. She's very different from anyone I have ever meet in my entire life, or that I will probably ever meet for that matter. She's special." I'll be a monkey's uncle. Pam is way far off. It's obvious that Kyle is very much in love and quite faithful to Isabel. I don't think I could have pulled them apart had I wanted to. Kyle is just a guy, but has no intentions of ever acting. He describes Isabel with such compassion and devotion that I don't doubt his words at all. I'm sure that her relations with him, and for the most part, the rest of the world, are far more considerate and affectionate than with me. Lucky dog, he gets the good side while I get the butt end. Damn Isabel and her selective kindness. Damn Kyle making me not want to hate her. "You're a great boyfriend," I sigh wistfully. "I'm jealous." "Thanks, I try," Kyle smiles. Max walks in the room and sees me and Kyle sitting together and begins to look apprehensive. He comes over to us. I eat all the damn butterflies. Mmmm, tasty. "How's it going?" Max asks casually. "We're doing awesome. Liz and I were just having a nice chat. How'd the meeting go? Did you resolve the ISSUE?" Kyle wonders. Okay at this point I am beginning to notice that the word "issue" comes up a hell of a lot in regular conversation around here. In reference to what, I have no clue. I am noticing these Roswellians can be really bizarre. "The ISSUE has been settled for the time being. Isabel is still isn't convinced and wants further investigation. Tess seems to agree so we'll see," Max tells him. For heaven's sake. Tessy-bear knows what the hell the "issue" is and I don't. I am so getting in on whatever the hell this is. Let me just tell you at this point I do not handle curiosity well. At all. It drives me insane, and I do stupid idiotic things just to figure out the most insignificant of riddles. If I was a cat, I'd be dead. "So what's this 'issue' everyone is talking about?" Subtle, I know. Then both turn to stare at me, faces draining of color. Kyle coughs. "What issue?" Max asks. Do I look blonde? Last I checked my hair was dark brown. "Yeah, I get it. None of my business. Unlike some people standing right next to me named Max Evans, I know how to take a hint," I reply. Max and Kyle look relieved and exchange a glance. Not on your life will you get off that easy Max Evans. I know how to be patient and wait for opportunities to present themselves, unlike you who's strategy seems to be take what you want by whatever lung-crushing force is necessary. I realize this "issue" is probably going to turn out to be something really dumb like Isabel finding a split end or something, but the not-knowing plagues my mind and I can't give it up. What secret could Max Evans possibly have? He's about as tame of do-gooder as they come. Still, I wonder.... All of the sudden, something very unexpected happens next. The Roswell Police Department decides to show up uninvited. Yep. It just figures that I would be at the one and only Pam Troy party in the history of the world that has ever been busted. Lucky me. Whoo-hoo. First Charlie runs through the room frantically yelling and waving his arms like a maniac. "The cops are coming, the cops are coming," he hollers trying to get everyone's attention. We all laugh at him, thinking he's drunk or doped up and someone has played a joke on him or something. "Ummm, isn't it the British?" I question. He doesn't answer. Instead he throws open the patio door and takes off across Pam's backyard, diving into the tree line at the end of it. We all laugh harder. Wasted people do the funniest things. Then we hear the front door erupt open. Noisy stomping and a lot of shouting follows. A real live cop in full uniform bursts in the room waving his nightstick. We all stop laughing and stare, jaws dropped. "Freeze," he commands. ******************** |
| posted on 27-Feb-2002 8:46:41 PM by Allie1031 |
| Thanks for the feedback guys! It help because then I know what I need to clarify more, etc. In response to the comet made by rattlebox disliking the knee to the groin episode I only have one thing to say. Guys are shit. Sorry, I know they have some uses, like sex for instance, but after I broke up with my boyfriend last night I though a good knee to someones balls was in order. I'm sorry that it was Max who had to take one for the team, so to speak. I'd kinda been giving Max characteristics of my boyfriend but I doubt that's going to be happening anymore. Eh, ya'll wouldn't have liked Max as my ex anyways. He was a little wussy, not very daring at all, mostly boring. He wasn't masculine enough either. Wow, look how pathetic I have become, bitching about my ex on an eboard. Hey, interesting enough, the real-life person I based Sean on is my friend Matt and let me just tell you that anything Sean I have Sean do that is obscenely sexual and hardly believable Matt probably did. He followed me around last Sunday telling me he had his first threesome going with two girls, one of whom he just met that night. Crazy horny bastard. Matt's an interesting friend though. He's literally a girl magnet. I don't know how he does it. Granted the boy is insanely cute but not THAT cute. He picks up random chics all the time. I try to tell him to settle down but does he listen? No. In fact, I'm ashamed to admit I have fallen victim to his charm on more than one occasion. Crazy horny talented bastard. Friends with benefits does make for an interesting relationship though. Anyways the most qualifying characteristic to set Matt as the character of Sean has to be that he is one of my best friends' (who Maria is partially based on) brother which makes him the perfect candidate. Anyone else base their characters on real people or am I just weird? By the way, everyone who said Liz lacked social graces and manners? Believe me, I do. Alot of events in some of the upcoming scenes have actually happened to me so if you think that they are funny or bizarre or whatever, try living them. Well thanks everyone, for reading my writing. I'm not sure when the next part will come out. I have some stuff to take care of. I should have more free time with out a significant other to tie me down but I like to think that I will have a nice rebound going. Riiiiight.
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| posted on 28-Feb-2002 5:47:12 PM by Allie1031 |
| Thanks Tim, I'm touched you care. I'm hurting yes but I understand why it has to be like this. I mean we both still love each other a lot but sometime that's just not enough. He used to be my best friend and hopefully with time he will be again. Now as for Matt, eh, it's Matt, on very few occasions does he actually engage in sex as one would have to to get AIDS. But you are correct that I should be careful, more from a moral degradation stand point though. I don't think I am particularly keen on the idea of casual sex. Anyways, back to issues relating to the story, I could have a new part up tomorrow if I don't go out, if I do, then Saturday I will try. Depends on how much I get done tonight. |
| posted on 6-Mar-2002 1:23:24 AM by Allie1031 |
| Well, this is Part Nine, kinda long, I didn't want to post it till I had part ten done as well which is also long. I almost finished Part Ten tonight, however it was lost when I stupidly quit without saving. I'm not sure if I even feel like rewriting it. Some crazy stuff went on, but it's not really THAT relevant to the story so we'll see. Also, I had previously taken on some other projects, I have a video to produce, a collage to make, and some fairy tales to write, so I'll be busy. I'll try to make updates longer since they will be less frequent. Hope everyone's have a good week. By the way, for the record, the town of Dike does exist, and my friend Matt is from there. I look forward to any feedback you guys might have, even if it happens to be critism. Believe you me, I can handle it.
-Previously- First Charlie runs through the room frantically yelling and waving his arms like a maniac. "The cops are coming, the cops are coming," he hollers trying to get everyone's attention. We all laugh at him, thinking he's drunk or doped up and someone has played a joke on him or something. < |