DISTORTED REALITIES (contains stories #1 and #2) [COMPLETE]

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DISTORTED REALITIES (contains stories #1 and #2) [COMPLETE]

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<center>DISTORTED REALITIES</center>

Author's Note: Distorted Realities is a collection of several AU fics set during high school, each one having nothing to do with the other. Some have aliens, others do not. I have planned on having 11 stories in this series, I'm on #3 right now. I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I like writing them.


Title: Playing For Keeps
Author: Nicole
Rating: ADULT
Disclaimer: Roswell does not belong to me.
Summary: AU, contains aliens. Liz Parker is new to Roswell, and she manages to catch the eye of the West Roswell High School's biggest player.
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**#1-Playing For Keeps**

Prologue:

Roswell is a fairly small town. Practically everybody knows everybody else. But, surprisingly enough, the high school halls are filled.

The hierarchy of West Roswell High goes as follows: At the very bottom are the geeks. The nerdy kids in Chess Club. On top of them are the semi-cool kids, followed by the popular kids. These were the jocks, their girlfriends, or anyone else between the geeks and the unattainables.

The unattainables. The untouchables. The most ultimately cool kids you could possible imagine.

There were four of them. Haughty, indifferent, and uninvolved. The girls were bitches and the boys were players. But every guy wanted to jump the girls' bones and every girl was willing to be played.
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 1:54 pm

Part One:

Max and Isabel Evans, Tess Harding, and Michael Guerin sat at a table in the middle of the quad, ignoring the slight stares and drools of the other students.

He listened to Izzy and Michael laugh over their latest conquests as Tess ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. They had been together last night as the others were doing Tommy Hoag and Pam Troy.

They were together a lot lately. He sighed inwardly. The West Roswell girls just weren't fun anymore. Tess, on the other hand, was always fun. Max wondered if he'd have to broaden his horizons.
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Liz listened to the principal and her mother talk. She looked over her schedule again and then all the books on the desk.

"I think I'm going to find my locker and put my books in it so that I'm prepared for tomorrow." The adults looked at her. Principal Forrester nodded and Mrs. Parker smiled at her daughter.

"Okay sweetie."

She slowly wandered the halls of her new school. Posters hung everywhere, ones with alien heads and 'GO COMETS' in blue and gold lettering. God, she'd been dropped in UFO central. She hoped the kids weren't freaks or anything.
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He put his Bio book back in his locker and looked at the hall clock. Four o'clock. Great, it had taken an hour for that stupid extra credit lab. How was he failing Biology?

For some strange reason he was super smart. The others didn't understand why he liked school, or why he put so much effort into it when they could just wave their hands and have all the information locked in their brains. To tell the truth, neither did he, but whatever.

Still, Biology eluded him. He blew out a breath in frustration and slammed his locker shut. Hefting his backpack over his shoulder, he turned to go, saw her, and froze.

She kept glancing from side to side, trying to find her locker number. Where was the stupid thing? Something shifted...

"No!" she wailed, as her books slipped out of her arms and onto the floor. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears as she knelt down. Why had they moved to this God forsaken place? Why did she have to leave Sarra and Shelly in Boston? Why...A soft chuckle came out of nowhere.

She looked up, surprised, and felt her heart speed up. Suddenly she was glad she wasn't in Boston anymore.

He was standing above her, hands in his pockets, totally at ease. Outwardly, at least. Inwardly, not so much. His heart was going 100 mph and he felt like he was going to explode.

"Need help?" Max offered, sounding amused, even to himself. He supposed it couldn't be helped. Books scattered, a comical expression of despair on her face...

She blushed up at him. "Um...Yeah, sure. I guess." He smiled, bent down to pick up the books, and then stood up again. The girl brushed a strand of dark brown hair away, tucking it behind her ear, as she also stood.

"Locker?" he inquired.

"Oh, um...156?"

He nodded, "This way." She followed him back down the hall to the locker right across from his.

She took the books from him one by one, putting them on the top shelf. "Thanks," she said as she shut her new locker.

"No problem." He was leaning casually on the locker next to hers. Liz studied him quietly. She took in the well-muscled body, strong arms, black hair, perfect smile, and soulful eyes he seemed to have.

It was a few seconds before she realized he was waiting for her to speak.

"I'm new." He raised an eyebrow, and his eyes started to sparkle. She felt heat rise up in her face. "That's probably obvious."

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Liz!" She stuck out her hand. "Liz Parker."

"Max Evans," he said, reaching out.

A small jolt went through him at the touch of her hand. He frowned slightly, then noticed an identical frown on her face. She had felt it too.

"Liz," came a voice. They both turned around. An older woman stood at the end of the hallway. "Time to go."

"I'll be right there Mom." She turned back to him. "My mom."

"Really?" he joked. She blushed again at his teasing.

"Yeah. Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll be right there if you need anything," he told her, pointing at his locker.

"'Kay. Bye, Max. Oh, and thanks."

"Anytime," he called as she walked away. He cocked his head to the side, enjoying the view.

"Anytime," he repeated softly to himself.
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 1:56 pm

Part Two:

Liz walked down the steps to the cafe below. Her dad had bought the Crashdown on a whim. 'It'd be fun,' he had said. Liz sighed as she looked down at herself. The turquoise and silver uniform was kinda retro-cool, but the apron and antenna just put this place into obsessive-ville.

"Hey, babe! Ready for your first day of work?" She turned to look at the bouncy blond who was addressing her. A smile lit her face.

Maria DeLuca was like a mixture of Sarra and Shelly. She was just totally cool, and had seemed to adopt Liz after meeting her yesterday.

"I think so," Liz offered.

"Good. The masses are demanding greasy, alien-themed food, and by golly, we're gonna give it to them!" She laughed and followed her new friend into the main restaurant.
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This is kinda easy, she thought as she got into it. It was also kinda fun, too. Maria gave a running commentary on everyone who walked in and had introduced her to Alex, who also had the possibility of best friend material.

She sighed and stretched as she lounged against the counter. There was a lull in business, and she was getting tired. Just then the bells chimed to signal that someone had just entered. She turned and gasped.

"The unattainables."

"What?"

Maria nodded toward the four. "The unattainables. Max, Isabel, Michael, and Tess," she paused, "I guess I phrased that wrong. They are attainable, for like a night, but after that, you're not even a blip on their radars."

Liz was confused. What was Maria implying?

"Okay, babe, I'm gonna walk you through it. That's Max Evans in the brown leather jacket. The other one, in black, is Michael Guerin, Max's best friend. The tall blond is Isabel, Max's sister, and the short one, hanging all over Max, that's Tess Harding. They run our school. They take who they want, when they want, and nobody says no."

She tried to digest this, then looked at Maria suspiciously. She held up her hands in protest. "Never, babe, I was never approached. Of course," she mused, "If Michael...Never mind. I was just warning you. Don't let 'em get to you."

Liz nodded and walked toward the booth, unable to take her eyes off Max.

"May I take your order?" asked a breathy voice.

Max looked up into her doe eyes. They were a deep, velvety brown, and they were staring right into him.

He suddenly became aware of Tess' hand in his. He loosened his grip and reached for a menu, trying to act inconspicuous. He knew the others were wondering about him as they gave their orders.

"Max?" Liz asked.

"Um...I think I'll just have a Will Smith, Saturn Rings, and a cherry Coke."

"Okay. I'll be right back with your drinks." He gave her a slight smile and turned back to his incredulous friends.

"How did she know your name?" Tess asked.

"Who was she?" Izzy inquired.

"Who gets her first?" Michael demanded.

Max sighed. "That was Liz Parker, she's new to Roswell. I met her on my way home, and Michael..." He paused as the spiky-haired boy looked up at him. "You WILL stay away from her."

Michael nodded, and Tess seemed about to say something, when Liz returned.

"Okay, I've got a diet Coke, a water, an orange, and a cherry coke." She handed the drinks over one-by-one, blushing when Max's hand brushed against hers. The small blond, Tess, narrowed her blue eyes.

Was she Max's girlfriend? It certainly seemed that way, but Maria had said they didn't get "involved", even with each other.

"Your food will be ready in a few minutes," she muttered, and then fled to the back room.

"We figured it out."

"What?" She turned to Maria and Alex.

"Max has claimed you."

"What?" she repeated.

"You're new. New equals fresh meat, equals every guy is going to be on your tail. Now, at West Roswell, the hierarchy makes it so no guy will DARE approach you until either Max or Michael gets some. That's ONLY if they show interest, mind you, otherwise...Well, nothing'll hold the guys back. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, you have been chosen. By Max. So, you don't need to worry about the other boys. WARNING: Do not fall for the sweet and innocent act. Once he gets you in bed, you're done. He'll be gone by morning and won't register your presence afterward. I've heard it all a million times."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, "Watch your back." Then, as an afterthought, "Literally."

"Just don't give in, okay babe? He's not worth losing your innocence."

"Okay. Thanks you guys." They smiled and left. Liz peeked out the window of the door, sighed, and brought them their food.

"Thanks, Liz," Max said. He smiled and her knees felt weak. He just wants to use you, she reminded herself, remember what Maria said.

"Welcome," she responded, "Let me know if you want anything else."

"I'm sure he will," Michael said slyly, his brown eyes laughing at her. She blushed furiously and slowly backed away.
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Part Three:

The halls of West Roswell were buzzing with the news.

A new girl.

Everyone waited breathlessly for the verdict as they slowly went about their morning routines. Books came out, were put back, and then taken out again. Eyes switched back from the double doors at the end of the hallway to the group of four clustered around their lockers. Just waiting.

And then the door opened.

The silence was deafening. Liz felt nervousness start welling up in the pit of her stomach. She made her way to her locker, ignoring the stares, especially Max's. She could feel those golden-brown eyes on her as she opened locker 156.

She had memorized her schedule, so she knew which books she'd need for each class. Unfortunately, she had no idea where any of her classes were.

She shut her locker and turned around, studying her schedule and trying to figure out where to go. Liz looked up helplessly...And her eyes locked onto his.

He drew in a breath as he felt himself start to drown in those limitless eyes. He shook himself out of it and started forward, still lost in the sight of her.

For once he didn't notice the rest of the student body's eyes on him. He just saw her, and only her.

"Need help?" he asked softly. She opened those perfect lips to answer...when they were interrupted.

"But, Max," Maria exclaimed, breaking the trance, "your class is on the other side of the school."

"It's okay," he interjected quickly, "If she needs help-"

"Don't worry about it, buddy," Alex stated from behind him. He spun and narrowed his eyes at Whitman's lanky frame. "We'll take good care of her," he reassured Max, smirking.

"Um..." Liz said. He looked at her. "Thank you," she told him sweetly, smiling, "But Maria's in my first hour, and I don't want you to be late." He nodded slightly, basking in the glow from her smile.

"Come on, chica!" Maria ordered, and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from him.

"Bye, Max," she whispered as she passed him.

"See ya," Alex called, walking after his girls.
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"It's up to $150," Maria stated happily.

"What is?" she asked, tearing her eyes off Max.

"The bet," Alex said simply, as if that explained all. He took a bite of his sandwich and chased it down with a drink of his Jones.

"What bet?"

"The bet on how long it takes Max to get in your pants."

"What!" Liz screeched.

"Yeah, keep playing hard to get and it may go up to $300."

"Why would he..." she trailed off, close to tears.

"Oh, babe, Max doesn't know about it." She looked up.

"Yeah," Alex chimed in, munching on a chip, "Michael started it, he always starts it, and Max never knows." He paused, "You know, for some reason I think Max would get angry if he ever found out. He's like the only one of them who doesn't brag."

Liz wished they wouldn't talk about this as if it was an everyday occurrence, which it actually was around here. She looked back over at Max.

Was that sweet, shy boy really just an act? Was he really like Michael, betting on how long it took the new girl to lose her virginity? She shook her head.

She refused to believe Max would ever be like that.

Max stared at her from across the quad, she was staring right back, a pretty little smile on her kissable lips. He saw Maria walk up to her with Alex and sit down. Liz tore her eyes away from his to listen to them talk.

He felt like standing up, marching over there, and demanding they leave her alone. How was he supposed to moon over her perfection if they were in the way?

Her expression darkened and she looked stricken. What were they saying to her? If...Max suddenly became aware of a hand...

"Want to go to the Eraser Room?" Tess asked.

"Tess!" he exclaimed. He grabbed her arm and placed it on the table, away from his pants. She pouted.

"Come on, Max. I missed you last night." He glared at her.

"So then you are?" Isabel inquired.

"Are what?" he snapped.

"Going after the new girl." She jerked her head toward Liz.

"Yeah. So?"

"Maybe it's not such a good idea," Tess suggested, "I mean, you've been acting kinda weird since she came."

"What do you mean?" he asked guardedly.

"She may be right, Maxwell," Michael joined in, "I mean, she's already playing hard to get...And she looks tight. You could be waiting awhile for that one, and it may not be worth it." Max blinked at him, taking it all in.

"Hey," he protested, "I want her, and I always get what I want. Remember? Besides, I don't think she's really that frigid. She'll melt soon enough."

He sounded cocky and way to full of himself. It was the way he usually was, but now...He felt like a jerk.

Maybe they're right, he thought. He looked back over at Liz. She was sitting quietly now, picking at her lunch. She looked sad. Max suddenly had an urge to go over and make her smile.

He wanted to make her happy.

God! he screamed at himself, what the hell is wrong with you? You're acting like you're in love with her or something!

He gulped, suddenly losing his appetite. Maybe I should stay away from her. Max looked at Liz again, his heart started beating crazily.

This was going to be impossible.
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Part Four:

Indeed it was proving difficult. She was in all his classes except first period. And in Biology...

Ms. Hardy assigned him to be her lab partner, so he took his stuff off he and Tess' lab station and joined her in the back, ignoring the blonde's death stare at the petite brunette.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," she smiled and said back. The exchange was, of course, witnessed by the entire class. Rumors would be flying by ninth he was sure.

Before, Max didn't know what had caused him to flunk Bio. Now, he had a valid reason. She was very distracting, and she wasn't even doing anything!

She was just sitting there, occasionally glancing at him, blushing, and looking down. It was driving him crazy. Her silky brown hair hung like a curtain, blocking her face. He loved her hair, he really did, but he wanted to see her face.

Max reached over, gently tucking it behind her ear. His hand brushed against skin as well as hair. She was soft all over. Liz was looking at him now, eyes surprised, full lips parted, as he cupped her head against his palm.

She drew in a breath at the touch of his hand, at the look in his eyes...Could anyone fake a look like that?

She didn't think he could. Liz was quite confident that the real Max Evans was looking out of those eyes, and the real Max was everything she dreamed of. Sweet, kind, passionate, wondering, gentle, tender, loving, and perfect all at the same time.

She stared back at him, willing him to see her as she saw him.

She closed her eyes suddenly as his thumb traced her cheekbone. She shivered beneath his fingers. He smiled, delighted that he could effect her like that. Her eyes opened again, long lashes fluttering. Max felt heat underneath his fingertips. Liz blushed furiously and turned away, concentrating on the lab report in front of her.

What? He tried to work his muddled brain around the cloud of euphoria in his head. Then he became aware of the intense scrutiny they were under. He felt his own cheeks flush in embarrassment. Why didn't people mind their own business?

God, what was she doing to him? He looked at her through the corner of his eye, memorizing her profile. He never got embarrassed, he never cared how mushy he acted to get the girl he wanted, never cared who watched, or who snickered.

So why was it happening now? What did he want to share these moments with her in private? Why did he care?

Why did he suddenly feel like he wasn't acting anymore?
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"So...Did you hear about the bet?"

"What bet?" Max asked, looking confused. Liz sighed, he really didn't know.

"Never mind then."

She turned back to the lab station. Ms. Hardy had asked her to tutor Max in Biology after school. Apparently he was failing, and Liz's transcripts indicated a strong preference for the subject, so perfect match.

"No, what bet?"

"It's not important." He poked her in the side and she let out an involuntary squeal. She glared at him as he grinned angelically.

"Tell me."

"No."

He wagged his finger warningly. "Tell me."

"No," she giggled.

"Yes." And then he attacked. She shrieked and retaliated. A tickle fight ensued. "Tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me," he chanted.

"Fine!"

He stopped tickling her. "Good."

She lay on the floor, spent, and stared up at him. His eyes were sparkling with mirth, his hair was mussed, and he was smiling his perfect smile down at her.

Liz took a deep breath and wondered whether he used this much charisma on every girl. It would make sense. Any girl would melt under that playful-yet-shy, little boy act.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Help me up." He extended his hand and Liz took it, relishing the little spark that passed through her.

Max's breath caught in his throat at the shock. He looked down at her, not releasing her hand. Her eyes were dark and bottomless, her tongue flicked out, wetting her bottom lip...He swallowed hard, leaning down slightly, he couldn't help himself...

She tore away from him, wiping her hand on her jeans and pushing her hair back behind her ear. It was a nervous habit he had picked up on. He thought it was adorable.

"So...the bet," she started.

What? "Right! Right, the bet," he repeated, bringing himself back down to earth. "What's it about?" She wasn't looking at him anymore, she was looking at her hands and wringing them. "Liz?"

"Maria told me about it at lunch. She said it was up to one hundred and fifty dollars. Alex said Michael started it, that he always starts it." She looked up at his confused face.

"Started what? What's the bet?"

Oh God, she thought, could this be more embarrassing? Liz closed her eyes. "Michael started a bet on how long it would take you to havesexwithme," she blurted out, the last part a jumble.

She peered up at him through her lashes. He was completely still, trying to catch up with the actual content of her words.

"He what?" Max asked in a strangled voice.

"Look, Max," she said gently, "I don't know if it's true. Maria and Alex just told me...I didn't mean to bring it up, okay, just forget about it. Forget I said anything." She turned back to the lab and started cleaning up.

Max slowly calmed the rage inside of him. What had Michael been thinking? He looked over at Liz, contemplating what she had told him. His brain seemed stuck on the words "you", "sex", and "me".

Okay, so he did want to sleep with her, he'd admit that, but it wasn't in the way he usually did. He didn't want just sex.

Liz was different, and he could wait. For once in his life, he could wait.

"Hey." He nudged her. She looked at him, cheeks flushed. "It's not..." he trailed off, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say. He didn't want this to screw things up, not before he had a chance to discover what it could potentially become, so he had to find the right words.

"I like you, Liz, a lot. And whatever Michael, or Isabel, or Tess, or even Maria and Alex say, it's probably not true." Her eyes widened slightly. "If sex...You know, if that was all I wanted, I'd just go to Tess. But...Jeez, why is this so hard? You...are just...You're different Liz. You make me FEEL different. You're special."

"Really?" Thank God, he hadn't messed everything up. He took her small, dainty hands in his, twining their fingers together. Max bent forward slightly, so that their foreheads touched.

"Yes really," he teased, "but the whole feeling different thing kinda scares me. It's like the person I've been my entire life isn't who I am, and I'm kind of lost on who the real me is...You understand?" She nodded, not taking her eyes of him. "So, can we take things slow?"

"Maybe," she purred. Max felt a slight smile cross his lips as he leaned down further.

Liz shivered at the touch of his lips, so soft and gentle. He deepened it, just a little, and she felt lightheaded. "Max," she breathed. He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers again. She giggled, he looked as dazed a she felt.

"Wow," he stated. He looked down at her, eyes huge, "WOW."

Liz felt herself blush. She found herself doing that a lot lately, more so than usual. "That was my first kiss," she said shyly.

"Really?" he asked, echoing her earlier sentiment. She nodded. "Wow," he repeated again.

Liz suddenly felt really shy. "I should go," she said, "My shift starts soon."

"Need a ride?"

"Um, sure."

He grinned, "Great."
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He dropped Liz off at the Crashdown, kissing her lightly and saying he'd be in for dinner.

Michael, Max thought grimly. No. I will not lose control, he told himself as the indignation rose up again.

Max pulled up outside of the apartment building and walked in, trying to quell his anger. He did a pretty decent job until he got to the apartment door.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he exploded as soon as he slammed the door shut.

"What are you talking about, Maxwell?"

"The bet, Michael," he reminded him icily.

"Oh." He visibly paled. "How did you find out?"

"It doesn't matter how I found out. What on earth possessed you to do something like that?!"

"Chill, Max, it was just for fun."

"Fun? Michael, fun?! I don't believe you. You are...impossible."

Max, I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem, Michael, is how incredibly vulgar you are. Do you know how degrading it is to be betted on? You can't just...You can't do stuff like that Michael."

"Fine. You know what? I'll call it off."

"Good."

"She's got to you." Michael shook his head, looking disappointed.

"What?"

"Look at yourself, man. The Max I know would never get this worked up over a girl."

"Well maybe you don't know me as well as you think."
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 2:04 pm

Part Five:

Liz hung up the phone after her three-way conversation with Sarra and Shelly. They had demanded the whole scoop on the town, the school, and the boys. Luckily, due to Maria, she had been able to answer all their questions.

She didn't say anything about Max though. That was too new. She didn't want to share it yet.

"Oh, miss?" She turned, plastering on her waitresses smile...which turned into a real smile.

"Yes, sir?"

"Could I possibly get a Blue Moon burger and a Mercury milkshake, please?"

"Coming right up." She made the milkshake and placed it in front of where he was sitting at the counter. "Your order will be done in a minute."

"I'm in no rush," he said, grinning at her.

She giggled and walked away to take the orders of the customers who had just walked in. One Alex Whitman and one Maria DeLuca, who wasn't working today. Maria raised an eyebrow at her, staring at the guy at the counter. Alex chuckled and pulled the blond into a booth.

Twenty minutes and ten customers later, she paused in front of him. "Can I get you anything else?"

"You," Max teased, pulling her flush up against him. She slapped him playfully.

"I meant along the lines of dessert." He looked her over, making her blush.

"You look tasty enough to me."

"Max!"

"Okay, okay. Um...a piece of Men in Blackberry pie?"

"Excellent choice."

"Thanks. I pride myself on my culinary know-how." He nodded in a smug, self-satisfied way, arrogance belied by the twinkle in his amber eyes.

He watched her laugh, the way she threw her head back, exposing her neck...He groaned inwardly, fighting the desire to drag her into the back room. He probably should have stayed away from the subject of dessert, cause now he was wondering if the rest of her tasted as strawberry sweet as her lips.

This was way too weird.

He had wanted girls before, but he had never needed them. And that's what he was feeling now, an intense need to possess her. To make her his.

But at the same time he knew he'd have to give her all of himself to do that. And that scared him, because he had no idea who he was. His human and alien sides were always at odds, and he didn't know if she could handle him being different.

If she couldn't, he'd want to die.

"Cancel that, okay?"

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I gotta get home." He gave her a quick kiss and took off.

Liz stared after him as he left, feeling lost. What had just happened? One minute he was all flirty, and the next...freaked.

"Liz?" She spun, coming face to face with Maria and Alex.

"Hi, guys!" She made a weak attempt at nonchalance.

"Spill!"
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Max sat at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on his Biology homework. But Biology reminded him of Liz, and Liz reminded him of that kiss...

Her first kiss. He had been her first kiss.

Max smiled to himself, then shook himself out of it. Biology. Think Biology. I hate Biology! He frowned.

"Is something wrong, Maxie?"

"No, Mom."

"Are you sure?" He looked at her.

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"There's this girl. That at I like. A lot. And I've never really felt this way before...I don't know what to do!"

"But Max, you've had plenty of girlfriends. A new one every week, come to think of it..."

"I know, but Mom...This is...different." She looked at him.

"Well, honey...Nice girls like flowers, candy, especially chocolate. They like compliments, an notes, and being treated with respect. It's the little things that define a relationship."

Max nodded, mulling over her words. Than he smiled. "Thanks Mom."
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 2:04 pm

Interlude One:

The weeks wore on, turning into months. The whole school was in a state of confusion over Max and Liz. His group and her group were just as much in the dark.

Max had never put this much effort into a girl. He was buying flowers and candies and jewelry for her, and, didn't appear to be getting any.

He never would have stuck around for half a year before, whether or not he had jumped her. Plus, his whole I'm-better-than-you face had worn away, leaving instead a nice, polite young man.

He was even passing Biology.
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 2:09 pm

Part Six:

Max frowned, concentrating on his Bio book, and then realized what he had been forgetting. He smiled and wrote the new answer in his review packet. He was actually having fun just being him, and everyone else seemed to enjoy it, too. His teachers were praising him like mad, and Ms. Hardy was about to fall down on her knees to worship Liz for bringing about this miraculous change in the school’s number one player.

Of course, it would only be deserved. He raised his head from the problems of inter-species breeding to watch his girlfriend. His smile began to widen.

She was absolutely gorgeous. There really was no other way to describe her. She was a goddess, and anybody not willing to humble themselves before her should be punished. Her hair was a rich, luxurious chestnut, her eyes deep and dark, her body petite, fitting perfectly against his body, and the way she kissed…

Even that hideous waitress uniform couldn’t diminish her vibrancy. It tried its best mind you, but the only problem he had was with the alien head apron. He still didn’t get the obsession humans had with aliens. It’s not like they were out to take over the world or anything. They had just crashed here, there was nothing they could do.

But anyway, that was off the beaten path. Back to the uniform. It was…It just, for some odd reason looked good on Liz. He’d never give another of the waitresses a second glance, but Liz, well, he just couldn’t STOP looking at her.

The cute way those antennae bobbed on top of her head, the short skirt,-if Kyle Valenti ever dropped something on purpose again, he’d give him worse than a rash…-and, the most important of all, easy frontal access. Those snaps…Ooh.

He was pulled from his thoughts as she disappeared into the back room. He sat for a second, contemplating his next move, then, with a grin, he quietly left the booth.
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Maria groaned in disgust as she walked away from the table of football players. She tried as hard as possible to still the swaying of her hips and to ignore their catcalls. One of them was already wearing a pitcher of ice water that she had “accidentally” spilled when her grabbed her ass.

The only guy she ever let do that was Michael Guerin, and even he didn’t escape a tongue-lashing. Of course, she’d really like to give him a different type of tongue-lashing, but-

“Hey! Maria, where’s our ketchup? I asked for it what, like ten minutes ago?”

She turned. “Chill, Kyle, my chica’s in the back getting it.” She rolled her eyes at him and then wondered abruptly what was taking Liz so long. She walked into the back.

“Liz,” she called, “Ketchup doesn’t take that long to get. You just grab another bottle from the shelf and go.” She looked around, there was no Liz in sight. Darn the girl! Where was she? “Liz?” She gave another cursory glance and spied something on the ground. It was Liz’s order book. “What?”

Then she spotted Liz’s apron, antennae, and scrunchie also on the floor. Then she heard a soft cry coming from the storage room. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and she sneaked over, bypassing Liz’s belongings. She peeked in and froze in surprise.

Liz was sitting on top of a deep fryer. Her uniform was hiked up, almost to her waist, her legs spread out, and snaps unsnapped…But that wasn’t the strange part in Maria’s eyes.

The strange part was the fact that Max Evans was between those legs, and that they were kissing. A lot. Maria ducked out.

“I didn’t see that,” she told herself firmly.
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Max deepened the kiss, pulling Liz’s soft body even closer to him. But it wasn’t close enough, it would only ever be enough when he had finally buried himself within her. He groaned at the thought of it, at the thought of making love to Liz.

It would be perfect. She was always so perfect, she always made him feel so amazing.

His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her uniform, his cool hands a sharp contrast to her feverish skin. She hissed into his ear, nipping lightly, and he smiled. Lowering his head further, he ran his mouth over her collarbone, flicking his tongue into the hollow at the base of her neck.

Moving his hands over her silky skin, he traced the bottom of her bra until his fingers were playing teasingly with the clasp in front. He wanted to rip it off of her, he wanted to reveal the smoothness she possessed, wanted to…He cupped her.

She threw her head back, her body instinctively arching into him, setting fire burning in his veins. He wanted to bare her to him, he wanted to feel every inch of her…He wanted to make love to her NOW.

Her lower body ground into his, eliciting more of a response than he had believed possible, and she whispered his name urgently. He came out of the haze he was swimming and broke away from her.

He couldn’t believe he had actually thought about taking her on a deep fryer! She deserved so much more…

She let out an involuntary cry when he pulled away, but he didn’t let go of her completely. He just held her as they both tried to calm down.

She didn’t know how it had happened. She had come back here, and then he had come back here, then his hand had touched her hair, and she had looked into his eyes, and then they had smiled at one another…And it had seemed like forever since the last time they had kissed, so…

“Liz,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He did pull away from her then, and Liz stared confused as he left the room. When he returned she was still sitting on the deep fryer, waiting.

She smiled as Max held up his hands, her accessories in each one. She had forgotten about them. He came back, resuming his position between her thighs, just in a less sexual way. She was wet anyway though. Max’s proximity never ceased to arouse her. It had been disconcerting at first, but now she loved it, loved her body’s natural reaction to his…

He set her stuff beside her, then slowly began snapping up her uniform. She flushed, realizing she must be looking ravished right about now. He smiled and ran his hands through her hair, she closed her eyes at his gentle touch, and he put it up in a loose ponytail. She opened her eyes again and he smiled sweetly, placing the silver antennae back in her hair. Then he kissed her nose and she wanted to cry at his tenderness.

Lifting her up, he set her carefully back down on the floor and turned her around. He snatched up the apron and his hands came around, looped it around her waist, and tied it for her. Then he moved up, his front solid muscle against her back. She could feel his reaction to her presence and she smiled at the power all females had over there counterparts.

His hand came forward, holding an order book, which he slid into the front pocket of her apron, letting his hand linger at the joint of her thigh. Heat coursed through her body again and she shivered with delight. Max certainly had his own share of power.

Turning around she tilted her chin upward, looking him square in the eyes. “Well, do I pass inspection, sir?” she inquired teasingly.

“You do indeed, Private Parker,” he teased back, voice husky, and his eyes roamed over her again, warming her head to toe, “You do indeed.”

“Well, you don’t.” She giggled at his stunned expression.

“Beg pardon?”

“You have lipstick smeared all over you.” She took a napkin out of her apron and wet it, then reached up to clean his face. “Now you’ll pass.” He stopped her when she was done and took the napkin from her hand.

“I suppose I should return the favor?” he asked, sounding aggrieved.

“I thought you said I passed inspection.”

“Oh you did, on my terms, but on your terms…” He shook his head, wiping gently around her lips, then he sighed. “I personally enjoyed seeing you looking ravaged.” He smirked, eyes twinkling with fun.

Liz threw her hands up in mock frustration. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“Well…You could always…”

“Always what?” she asked, moving closer.

“Always…” He leaned his head down toward her lips, knowing he shouldn’t start this again, but she was just so tempting…

“LIZ!” Maria’s impatient voice came from outside. They looked up to see her leaning against the doorway, tapping her foot. “Those football jerks are driving me insane and Kyle keeps complaining about his ketchup.”

“Oh, yeah.” She bent down and grabbed the bottle off the floor, glad the glass hadn’t shattered. “Here it is.” She smiled innocently.

“Good. Now come along with me and let lover-boy over there finish cleaning himself up.” She turned on her heel and Liz started after her.

“Hey!” Max burst out, “You said…” He broke off as she shot him a look over her shoulder, smiling cheekily and winking. He stared after her for a few seconds then shook his head and headed toward the bathroom to see what else had missed Liz’s “inspection.”
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 2:16 pm

Part Seven:

Michael strode into the Cafe as if he owned the place, gave the interior a quick once-over and turned to his companion. "I thought you said he'd be here."

"He is." Isabel rolled her eyes and walked past him toward a booth in the back. "See, his stuff is right here." She slid into the booth. He looked down at the textbook and shook his head in disgust. Max was turning into such a goody-two-shoes.

And it was all that Parker girl's fault.

Izzy let her eyes roam around the diner, noting each and every patron, analyzing them and then dismissing them. Her eyes then caught sight of the object of her brother's affections.

She inspected Little Lizzie Parker meticulously, wrinkling her nose at that thing they called a uniform. She didn't understand what her brother found so fascinating about the human girl. She really wasn't that beautiful.

Not as beautiful as Max made her out to be. Of course, he went about panting after her like a puppy all day, so she really couldn't hold his opinion in high regard.

Max was making her sick these days with all those lovey dovey looks he was sending her. And the girl was human. As in not even the same species.

No human was worth making a fool of herself. Except, maybe...

Her brown eyes straying further, she watched the dark-haired young man flipping burgers on the grill. There was just something about him that drew her. Maybe it was his smile, or his blue eyes, or his friendly attitude, hell, it could even be his lean, but yummy, body...

She wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was infinitely more attracted to him than she was to Michael. But Alex Whitman was beneath her in the society's eyes, so even stopping for a brief tumble was a no-no.

She sighed, wondering why her current lifestyle was starting to seem less satisfying than usual.
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Michael was getting really impatient. Where the hell was Maxwell? Not that he actually wanted to see him. Max would start some spiel about proper public behavior and then he would say some sarcastic, but witty, retort, and then they'd get into yet another big fight.

Tell the truth, the whole thing was getting old.

He wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. When Max slept around as much as he did and was only loyal to his group. Now it was always 'Liz this' and 'Liz that'. It was enough to make a grown man cry.

"What can I do for you?" He looked up, surprised at the sudden voice, and found himself staring into spark-filled emerald eyes.

Maria DeLuca.

The girl was on his 'to do' list. Most definitely. He'd always gravitated toward her. She was a regular firecracker, sure to be great in the sack. Probably a screamer, too, he mused.

"Michael? Hello? Mr. Space Cadet, you gonna order?" He hid a grin. Ah, the famous DeLuca tongue. She was the only female alive who stood a chance of giving him whiplash from verbal abuse. He loved it.

"I'll just have a cherry coke and a plate of Saturn Rings."

She wrote it down. "Eating light tonight, are we? Got some strenuous plans?" She grinned at him winningly.

"Well, you know. I'm on a diet, trying to watch my manly figure." He smiled back up at her.

Her eyes raked him from head to toe, and he felt a sudden hardening as her gaze lingered hotly on his crotch. "A diet, really?" She leaned in conspiratorially. "I wasn't going to say anything, but just between you and me, I'd watch out for those crullers you like so much. They go straight to your butt."

He was stunned speechless for a moment and then decided the best way to win this game was to play it her way. He smiled coolly, "How'd you know crullers were my favorite?"

She blinked repeatedly then straightened completely, blushing and not looking him in the eye. "I...I, well..."

"You know," he said, "I was thinking about exercising tonight. You want to swing by and help out?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

She stared at him, obviously trying to figure out if he was serious or not. When she realized he was completely and totally, actually inviting her over for a little rendezvous, she regained her composure.

"I might just have to take you up on that offer. I've been looking for a little incentive to start working out, and I've heard you've got a fabulous machine. The girls all say it does wonders for their bodies." She gave him a saucy wink and walked away, her ass wiggling invitingly.

He contemplated grabbing it, but then she'd yell at him, and even though she was as sexy as hell when she was angry, he didn't want to ruin what he just accomplished.

Yup, a quick dip with Maria would do wonders.

"You are so kinky," Isabel pointed out, then went back to sipping Max's cherry coke.

He ignored her. "Where is Max? He better not be fucking Parker right now, or I swear..."

"Michael, chill. Liz is at the register. Besides," she sent him a piercing glare, "I thought you wanted him to get it over with."

"I do, but not right at this moment," he grumbled. "I just want him to realize she's not worth the trouble he's going through, he hasn't gotten any for like five months Izzy. That kind of abstinence could kill a man," he told her solemnly.

She just laughed.
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Max walked down the steps from Liz's apartment. He had taken longer than necessary cleaning up. Spending the majority of the time going through Liz's stuff. Okay, okay, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

He really should have though. That little black lace concoction in her underwear drawer had sent him back into the bathroom. In fact, her whole room had just...gotten to him.

Her scent all over everything, her laughing presence haunting every corner. He had finally managed to leave, if only to preserve his sanity. He had to be able to be around her and NOT want to drag her up stairs and make wild, passionate sex to her.

He sighed heavily. "Hey." Arms slipped around his waist, and a soft body pressed against his while a sweet jasmine and vanilla scent wafted up, causing his head to spin with desire.

"Hey," he repeated. She moved to stand in front of him, and her smile turned into a small frown.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

He looked at her, surprised. "Nothing." Then he smiled. "I was just thinking about how it's getting harder and harder to stay away from you."

"So don't." She smiled prettily, and stood on her tiptoes to grant him a quick peck on the cheek. His smile increased. "My parents are away at a convention this weekend."

He looked at her sharply, expression guarded, but she wasn't looking at him. Her gaze was fixed on the floor. He could just imagine the flushed, hopeful look on her face, her tongue flicking out nervously. "Really?"

"Yeah, um..." She finally looked up at him, tucking her gorgeous dark hair behind her ear. "I was thinking, since you're going to be over everyday to study, you might as well just stay the whole weekend. Maximize our time and everything..."

"Liz, I don't know if that's..."

"Please, Max, I don't...I don't want to stay here alone." She looked so helpless and earnest, he really couldn't say no.

He really didn't want to say no.

"I guess it would okay. If I slept on the couch..."

"Oh, thank you!" She jumped into his arms, kissing him all over. Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he thought as he tugged her upward, deepening the kiss.

She was dangerously irresistible.
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"There you are!" He suddenly found himself face-to-face with Michael.

"What?" He started gathering his things. He had to go home and pack before he came back.

"Iz and I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie tonight."

"Oh, I can't."

"You can't?"

"Yeah," he said, not looking at Michael, "Liz and I have to study for the Biology finals on Tuesday."

"Study tomorrow, or Sunday."

"We are." He looked at his sister. "Iz, will you cover for me at home? Tell them I went camping or something?"

"Yeah, sure," she said, waving him away. He smiled at her.

"Thanks, Isabel." Then he left.

Michael stared after him. "That is screwed up."

"Here's your bill." Maria dropped the paper on the table. "I get off at nine. Be there."

Now he stared after her. At least his evening wasn't totally shot.
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Liz hummed happily, not even flinching when Max's sister and best friend glared at her when they paid. Nothing was going to ruin her mood.

She had been more than ready to consummate her relationship with Max for months. She was just trying to find a subtle way to let him know. This weekend would be perfect.

This weekend she was going to make Max Evans lose control.
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Post by dreamangel » Thu May 29, 2003 2:22 pm

Part Eight:

She blew on her nails, trying to dry them, then she remembered-DUH!-alien powers. She swiped a hand over the other one and then repeated the process the opposite way. Smiling happily, she held up her hand to the light, enjoying the way the sparkles glittered. “This is fun!”

Isabel sent her one of those ‘you’re-so-stupid’ looks she was known to give to every drooling dog at their school.

“I mean it Izzy, we haven’t had a girl’s night since, like, seventh grade.”

“That’s because whenever you come over now, it’s to fuck Max.” The taller blond went back to her magazine.

“Speaking of which, where is he?” She had managed a quick peek into his room earlier to discover it empty. She was missing him. True, she had other guys to keep her busy, but none of them had Max’s prowess in the bedroom.

“He’s at Liz’s, Tess, you know, his girlfriend,” Izzy said and rolled her eyes.

Tess felt like cold water had been dropped on her. Max spent way too much time with that Parker girl. He was supposed to be hers. He was supposed to shower her with attention and gifts. She tried to maintain a calm façade. “Hasn’t he fucked her yet?”

“He probably will this weekend,” her friend replied absently, her scrutiny of the model’s outfit in the magazine was more important than Tess’ love problems.

“Well then, I expect he’ll be visiting me soon,” she thought aloud, happy. Max always came to her after boinking another human girl. He claimed she was the best, and after the bumbling attempts made by the inferior species, he needed a good fuck. She was always happy to oblige.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Her head shot up from another critical examination of her nails, were they too sparkly? “What do you mean?” she asked, alarmed.

Isabel shrugged. “You said it yourself. He’s been acting weird since she came. I mean, God, have you seen the way he follows her around, and the money he’s spent on her? And, ack, the gooey way they stare at each other? It’s so disgustingly sweet I want to hurl. No. Mark my words Tess, Max won’t be playing Liz. This time it’s different. She…she like, changed him or something.”

Tess sat in frustrated silence. Izzy was right, Max had changed. But there was no way she was letting him choose a mousy little human over her, his destiny. There was only one way to end this. She’d have to get Isabel and Michael on her side, get them to understand that Liz was dangerous.

“Isabel, has anyone ever considered the possibility that Liz isn’t what she seems?”

“What do you mean, Tess?”

“I mean, don’t you think it’s a little strange that she just showed up and all of a sudden Max is all head-over-heels in love?”

“What are you saying?”

“Maybe, maybe she’s FBI, or even one of our enemies.” Isabel was looking at her with wide eyes now.

“And what if she’s just a normal human being?”

“Then she’s human, but she’d still be dangerous.”

“How?”

“Well, assuming Max is as ensnared as you believe, wouldn’t it stand to reason that he’d be blind enough to tell her our secret and trust her to keep it? And if he does that it’d only be a matter of days until she sold us out, right?”

“Oh. My. God.” Isabel had never looked so stricken. “You’re right, Tess, he’s got in way over his head, he could…he could betray us all without knowing…” Tess smirked, she had gotten through, implanted a little mind warp and Isabel was now totally ready to back her up. Now, to get Michael, and then Max, and then get rid of the human.

“Don’t worry, Izzy, I have a plan.”
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She locked up and turned, then let out a little shriek. “What’re you doing here?! Did you WANT to give me a heart attack?”

He looked unperturbed. “You said nine, right?” She gaped at him. He had actually been serious about her coming over. He wanted her.

Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, she thought. “Yeah, nine,” was all she said, “So lets get going.” She walked past him, heading to her Jetta. He followed.

“Yes, lets.”

The car ride was silent, the walk up to his apartment was silent, and the opening of his door was silent. They walked in, and all hell broke loose.

“Don’t you clean?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“You should.” She gestured around at the cluttered apartment and unwashed dishes. “This place is a mess! You can’t expect to do anything in HERE!”

“No one else has complained,” he retorted snappishly. She glared at him, green eyes flashing.

“Well, I guess tonight will be a ton of firsts for you, now won’t it? You had three hours to get this place in order. Three HOURS! Where have you been? Or did it not occur to you that I liked things in order. God, you could catch a disease in this room.”

Not likely sweetheart, he thought, and what does she mean ‘firsts’? “The bedroom is clean. Wanna check it out?” She stopped mid-rant and gave him a mischievous smile.

“I’ll do that.” She walked forward picking her way over the piles of clothes littering the floor and sent a disgusted look at the half-eaten box of pizza on the coffee table. She reached out carefully and opened the door to his room. She flinched back, as if expected something to fly out of it. He suppressed a chuckle, she was too funny.

When nothing happened she made a cautious step forward, followed by another and another until she was completely in the room. It was clean, and it smelled nice too, like leather and eucalyptus and something that was all Michael. She heard the door slam shut behind her and whirled around to come face to face with Michael.

He placed both of his hands on her shoulders, then leaned down and took her lips with his. It was deep, passionate, their tongues fighting for dominance. She refused to submit like a lamb, and gave back as good as she got.

Finally, they both needed air, and parted. His hands slipped under the thin straps of her blue tank top, running lightly over her skin. He started walking forward, driving her toward the bed.

“I believe something was said about exercising?”
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How had this happened? They had been studying, and then BAM! They were making out on her couch.

His hands moved under her shirt, caressing each portion of sensitive skin beneath his fingertips. God, she was so soft, and she felt so…Perfect. Without thinking, he stripped off the baby-tee she was wearing, eyes feasting on the flesh revealed.

He went down, his mouth latching on to any part of her sweet, strawberry skin. “Max,” she moaned, her nimble fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She curved up into him, placing light, ghost kisses along his neck.

He felt his shirt ripped off his shoulders, but he was in too deep to care. Her body was intoxicating. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her. His hand strayed downward to the button on her jean shorts, undoing it and the zipper quickly. Max let his hand slip inside, between fabric and flesh, until he felt her essence on his fingers.

She gave a little gasp and wiggled against his fingers, aching for more. The fire was consuming her. She wanted him in her, satisfying her. “Max,” she pleaded, moving against him again.

“Oh, God, Liz,” he gasped. All of a sudden she felt the loss of his fingers, the loss of his body on top of hers.

She sat up, confused. “Max?” she asked.

He stared at her. Taking in her shirtless state, her bra strap falling down one shoulder, her shorts hanging on her hips, her hair mussed from his questing hands, her puffy, puffy lips, the way her tongue kept flicking out, and the hungry, questioning way her brown eyes stared up at him. “Liz…”

“I’m ready, Max,” she told him earnestly, leaning forward, eager for his touch.

“I know, sweet, and you don’t know how much I want to make you mine-“

“So do it,” she interrupted. He watched her, speechless at her wantonness, as she crawled into his lap, laying her head on his chest. “I know you want me Max, and I want you, too. I want you to love me. Why won’t you?”

She was looking up at him, head tilted back, chin resting on his skin. And he knew that this was it. He had to tell her the truth. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. He had to his girlfriend what he really was.

He wasn’t thinking about the consequences. He wasn’t thinking about how Isabel, Michael, and Tess would react. He was just scared to death that she wasn’t going to accept him and he’d lose her. But if he didn’t tell her why, he might lose her anyway. He didn’t have any choice.

Plus, as much as he was afraid, he wanted to tell her.

“Liz, I need to tell you something.”
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