Whenever Your Eyes Meet Mine (M/L, ADULT) [COMPLETE]

[Ash_maxliz]

Title - Whenever Your Eyes Meet Mine…
Author - Ash_maxliz
Rating - ADULT. This is my first try at it so behr with me.
Couple - Max/Liz of course.
Disclamer - I don’t own anything.
Summary - No Aliens. Max Evans is a player. Liz Parker is a simple, serious girl. Just one night's mistake leads to them to live together but will they ever fall in love?

Okay, this is my third fic. This one is quite angsty but dreamer insurance is guaranteed. And also, that this will be all POV.

I am quite unsure about the updates... ... but I'll try to post a new part every week. Feedback will be much appreciated.

Prologue

“Mama?”

“What, sweetie?”

“I cand fin’ daddy.”

“Aww…”

I lift him up and he settles down on my lap.

“Where did he go?” I ask my four-year-old son sweetly.

“I dun tnow, Mama. We were playin’ hite an’ seet.”

“It’s ‘hide and seek’ baby.” I correct him.

“Rite, hite and seet.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, then obviously you cannot find him because you guys are playing hide and seek.”

“Dats wat I’m sayin’, Mama. I cand fin’ him!” He exclaims.

“Have you looked everywhere?” I ask, ruffling his dark brown hair.

“Yep.” He says, shaking his head.

“Hmm…” I say, tapping my chin.

“Coud you hel’ me, Mama?” He makes those puppy dog eyes and pouts.

And I can’t resist. He looks so much like his father when he does that. And additionally, I always give in when his father does that.

“Sweetie…” I start, remembering that I have several papers to grade.

“Please…” He whines.

I sigh and take my glasses off.

“Okay, then. Lets find your daddy.” I say in a playful tone.

“Yay!” He screams and hops off my lap quickly, tugging me along.

“Now where could that clown be?” I ask my son who just giggles.

And that just wins him a loud kiss on his cheek.

“Yuck.” He says, rubbing his cheek and making a disgusting face.

I laugh. But yeah, his father seems to like that. A lot.

“Okay, then. Where do you propose we should start from?”

He looks horribly confused. “ Popose? Wats dat, Mama?”

“Oh umm… I’ll tell you later.” I answer, remembering that giving him one answer leads to another. And that would definitely give me a headache.

He nods but I know that he will ask me the same question later for sure.

“I think we should start from the kitchen…” I trial off when I hear a moving sound coming from my bedroom.

“Den lets go, Mama.” He says, trying to drag me to the kitchen.

“Shhh… wait, wait.” I say, kneeling beside him.

He scowls. “Wat?”

“Listen…” I tell him.

He bites his lip and looks around, showing that he is listening. He so has picked up that habit from me.

I suddenly remember the task in my hand and lift him up on my hip while standing.

He is getting heavier everyday.

“Wat?” He asks again impatiently.

“I think your daddy is in our bedroom…”

His golden brown eyes lit up. “Really?”

“I think so, baby.” I give him a light kiss on his forehead.

Then I start advancing towards the bedroom.

“Mama?” He whispers.

I stop and look at him.

“Hmm?”

“Me not a baby, Mama.” He says for a hundredth time in his lifetime.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Right. You are the oldest person on this planet Earth.”

He grins.

One look at him remind me of what I had lost last time. My world had crumbled down but if it hadn’t been for him and his father, I would have definitely forgotten to smile.

“Mama?”

“Yeah?” I ask, coming out of my busy thoughts.

“Are you thinkin’ aboud him?” He asks, making a concerned face.

I give him a surprised look. My four-year-old son always knows what his mother is thinking.

I just nod and decide to change the subject. But before I could, he says,

“Dun worry, Mama. I’m here.” He says, patting my cheek.

His father always does that whenever I’m upset.

Tears sting my eyes and I hug him tightly. I love him so much, he would never understand.

I don’t pull away so he pats my shoulder and says,

“Mama, I want to fin’ daddy.”

I giggle. He can always change the mood.

I pull away and smile at him.

“Right. Lets go and tell your father how good we both powerpuff girls are.”

But as soon as I say that, I regret it. Because he’s actually a boy.

“But I’m a boy!!” He whines.

“Right, sweetie…”

“No, I’m a boy! An’ I dun like parpuff girls!!”

“Okay, all right. You are a boy and you are…” I trail off when I don’t know what to say.

“Johnny Bravo.” He finishes for me, smiling.

I bite my lip from laughing. My son would always be… my son. Or in his opinion, Johnny Bravo.

“Okay, Mr. Bravo. Lets find your daddy.”

“Yes!”

“Now, we need to be very quite. We don’t need to scare off your daddy.” I whisper.

He nods.

But I’m still wondering how his father has managed to remain in one place without giving up. Looks like he was really in a mood to play hite and seet. Umm… I mean, hide and seek.

I tiptoe to the bedroom and my son puts his hand on his mouth, trying not to giggle but could not succeed.

“Sshhh, baby.”

He nods but giggles again. I roll my eyes. Kids.

I open the door quietly and that’s when I see three fingers under the bed.

I don’t tell my son or he would scream and stuff.

I quickly run and his father almost curses when I squeeze his fingers.

Me and my son laugh loudly.

He comes out of his hiding place and rubs his fingers.

“That was a bad move.” He tells me.

I just shrug and my son laughs louder.

We sit on the bed.

“You know, this is cheating.” My husband tells me.

“How?” I ask and my son keeps a straight face.

But my husband does not fall for our innocent looks and jumps on us, tickling us both.

But thankfully, after two minutes, the doorbell rings.

“Don’t think you’ll get away with it.” He warns me more than to my son.

I poke my tongue at him and leave the room before he could grab me.

My son runs to the door but I stop him, reminding that we should always see who is outside the door first.

He just nods.

And that is none other than his grandmother.

“Mummy!” I say, opening the door wide.

She hugs me and then turns to my son who looks very happy to see her.

“And how is my baby??” She asks.

“I’m not a baby.” My son corrects her as she lifts him up.

“Oh, right. You are the oldest person on planet Earth.” She tells him, glancing at me.

He nods.

“Okay, then. Are you ready to go, Brad?” She asks him and he shouts ‘yes!’.

After five minutes, I hand her his bag.

“Don’t worry. I as well as you father will look after him like we always do.”

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah and the greatest example of that would be dad giving my son hundreds of chocolates.” I say.

She smiles innocently and pinches Brad's cheek lightly.

“Lets go before your mom changes her mind.” She tells him.

After saying good-byes, I close the door and pick up the mess on the way to bedroom.

As soon as I enter, my husband grabs me and pins me to the door.

I giggle but that comes out more like a moan as he starts sucking my neck.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to get away with it.” He mumbles before capturing my mouth with his.

After some minutes, when he finally enters me, I remember the time when we first did it. And the circumstances that we have been through. It wasn’t so easy but we made it.

“God, I love you.” He says, spilling his seed inside me.

“I love you too.”




TBC...?

[Ash_maxliz]

Hey, guys! Thanks for the great feedback everyone! I would have loved to answer everyone individually but I'm out of time right now.

Anyway, I have the next part here. Hey, I know I said I'll be posting once a week but I'll just post the new part whenever it's ready, ok?

Part 1

LIZ

It was our graduation day. After the whole graduation ceremony, all our parents were in the hall congratulating us. My mom, Nancy Parker, couldn't help crying and my dad, Jeffrey Parker, looked at me with pride.

“Mom, why are you crying? It’s not like I’m dying or something.” I said.

My father handed her his handkerchief and she wiped away her tears and sniffed.

“It’s just that… my baby girl has gotten so big.” I just rolled my eyes.

“Well, I couldn’t remain a baby for the rest of my life, Mom. I had to grow up.” I commented in slight frustration.

She nodded and forced a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I am just so proud of you.” She started stroking my cheek.

I smiled. My mom was the most affectionate person I had ever known.

“Thank you, Mom. You do know that without you, I wouldn’t have made it to the top.”

“Aww, sweetie. It’s not because of us. You were the one who had put in so much effort. We were just there to guide you but the real work was done by yourself.” Dad explained.

“Your father’s right, Lizzie. But you have to know that we will always be here to guide you.” Mom said and I smiled.

“Hey, Nancy and Liz!”

We all turned to see who said that and saw Amy Deluca, my favorite aunt, with her daughter, Maria Deluca, my best friend, standing and grinning at us with their arms linked.

They quickly walked to us and Amy first hugged my mom and then turned to me. She took my hands in hers and said,

“Congratulations, Liz. I just knew you would make it to the top and make us all proud!” She exclaimed and gave me a big hug.

What these parents failed to understand was that I never made it to the top to make them proud; I always did things to be self-satisfied. If I am not self-satisfied, then nothing could happen. Well, unless God had something else planned for me.

After Amy pulled away, Maria and I shared a hug.

“Congratulation, Chica.” She said while pulling away.

“You too, Maria. You also graduated, didn’t you?”

She just rolled her eyes.

“You guys, we will be right back.” She informed and before our parents could say something, she dragged me to a corner.

Maria was always like this -not caring what other people think and doing her things first. She is everything; from nosy to chatter-box, from bubbly to hyper.

“Liz, what’re you doing tonight?” She asked with a hint of smile on her face.

I just knew she was up to something.

“Oh, I am just going to hang around in my room and go to bed early. Why?” I questioned.

“Which you’re not going to.” She grinned.

I sighed.

“Then what will I be doing?”

“You’re coming with me and Alex to the party.” She stated.

Alex is my other best friend. He hasn’t changed over the years. He’s still the same old Alex who still drools over ice queen-Isabel Evans.

“Oh no, blondie. I am not coming with you guys. Find some other victim.”

She made a puppy-dog face. She is an expert in doing so.

“Please, Liz. This is our high school's last party. Pretty please?” She pleaded.

She spent the other five minutes getting me to agree with her. She's always done that since the first time I met her which was in the third grade.

“Okay, fine. But no alcohol, no sex, okay?”

“I don’t know about you but I sure as hell will be doing those things.” She said, grinning.

Did I mention that Maria is a party girl? If given a chance, she would party her whole life.

“Whatever. What time are you guys going?”

“We’ll pick you up at nine. This party is going to be the party of the year!” She exclaimed and I just rolled my eyes.

“Where the hell is Alex, anyway?” I asked.

“Hohoho. Here I am, pretty ladies.” Alex wrapped his arms around our shoulders.

“Ahhh… talk about the devil and the devil is here.” Maria said.

“Liz, do I look like a devil?” Alex asked me with a fake disappointment on his face.

“Right now, you do.” I answered, looking up at him.

He immediately removed his arms from our shoulders and groaned.

“You pretty ladies are not pretty any longer.” He folded his arms on his chest.

“Alex, are you sure you would be going to the party?” I questioned.

“Of course. Don’t you know it’s at Isabel Evan’s house? How could I even think of missing it?” He looked at me unbelievably.

“Oh sure you would. I wonder how their parents don’t refuse to it? Mine sure as hell would.” I complained.

“Their parents wouldn’t allow them either. I heard from Vickie that their parents are leaving the town in the evening for two days so Isabel and her brother, Max Evans, decided to throw the party without their parents knowing.” Maria explained.

Max Evans… I hated that name, I hated him and I hated the fact that he was a player and in my opinion, he was a bastard.

“I just hope I don’t bump into Max Evans over there.” I mumbled, looking away. His everything disgusted me.

“Are you crazy, Liz? All the girls in this school are going to jump from a cliff just to bump into him.” Maria said.

I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t care, okay. I hate him and you know that.” I bit out angrily.

“And besides, if those girls are going to fall from a cliff, then they wouldn’t be able to bump into Max Evans because they would have died.” Alex said, tapping his chin.

Maria and I both giggled. Alex is a funny man. After all, he was the joker of the class. He wasn’t really popular because he didn’t have the things that guys like Max Evans and Michael Guerin had. And besides, he only ran after Isabel Evans.

Just then, my mom walked to us.

“Liz, honey, lets get going. Your grandmother would be waiting for you.” She said.

My grandmother Claudia, whom I called ‘Granny’, lived with us in our apartment above the restaurant, Crashdown owned by my dad. She couldn’t come with us but I knew that she was dying to see me and so was I. After all, in some time I was supposed to leave Roswell and go to Boston to start a whole new chapter of my life.

“Okay, Mom. Bye Maria, bye Alex.” I gave them both a kiss on their cheeks and so did they and then me and my parents, after saying good-byes to Amy, left the building.

On the way home, I couldn’t help thinking about the party. Somewhere, deep down inside me, I had a strange feeling that something really was going to happen that night. But I ignored that feeling and started wondering about my clothes and make-up.

* * * * * * * * * * *

MAX

My parents, Diane and Philip Evans, were not so happy with my performance that year. I was an average student after all. They knew that I was capable of making it to the top but I didn’t because I was just so preoccupied with other things. There were times when I would see my parents once in two days. They had their own work and I used to be out all day long as well as my sister, Isabel Evans.

My sister had done well; she was one of the best students in West Roswell High. But that was not only she had. She was a blonde but then she dyed her hair to medium brown and had a short haircut. She was the most popular girl in the whole school and had a new boyfriend every month. She was just like me; love ‘em and leave ‘em. We both were careless, we both argued but got along as well.

Our friend, Michael Guerin, was standing right beside us. I had known him since third grade and he’s my best friend. We both are too different but he was still a player like me.

“Max, we expected a lot from you but you did not live up to our expectations. It’s fine with us as you did get an admission at the NYU but don’t think we are too proud of your performance in high school.” My mom said.

I just nodded. One thing I knew was that never get in an argument with your parents in a public place.

“We’ll just go and see Mr. and Mrs. Samson. We’ll be leaving soon, okay?”

Isabel and I both nodded and after they walked away, we both groaned.

“Parents…”I said, shaking my head.

“I just hope they leave early so that we could get everything ready for the party. I am so looking forward to it.” Isabel commented, smiling.

Michael and I shared a knowing glance. My sister wanted everything perfect. During Christmas, Michael and I used to call her ‘Christmas Nazi’.

“So am I.” Michael agreed.

“Are you sure we wont get caught, Max, because this was your idea?” Isabel asked.

“Isabel, you’re being crazy. Everything’s going to go fine.”

“What about the drinks and everything?”

“I have taken care of that.” Michael informed us, raising his hand a little.

Just then, my newest girlfriend, Pam Troy came up behind me and nibbled my ear. Isabel and Michael immediately left.

“Hey, beautiful.” I greeted her and gave a peck on her lips. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine.

“Hmm… how did the talk with your parents go?” She asked, rubbing her hand up and down my chest.

“Bad, of course. They said that they’re not proud of me.”

“What? You did get into the college, doesn’t that matter to them?”

“I don’t think it does.” I answered.

“My parents are waiting for me outside. I’ll be at your place by eight, okay?”

“Sure.” I said and after giving me a kiss, she left.

My parents decided to leave and I followed them outside. They sure as hell wouldn’t know what would happen in their house that night.




TBC...??

[Ash_maxliz]

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As promised, here's the next part:

Part 2

LIZ

I stood lonely by the fireplace, waiting for my boyfriend, Sean Green. If you think that I didn’t have a boyfriend at that time, then you’re wrong. I did have a boyfriend.

Sean wasn’t really a popular guy and he didn’t belong to any group either. I had heard before hooking up with him that he was a player but then one fine day, he came to ask me out. I wasn’t sure at first but I thought why not give a try? So, I went ahead on a date with him. Then a second time. Then a third time and so on and on…

I knew Sean expected me to start that intimate relationship with me but I had clearly told him that I wasn’t ready. I mean, to me life wasn’t all about that. And besides, I had promised myself that I would remain a virgin until my wedding night. Sean said he was okay with that and so he treated me like he always treated me and I thought, how more lovely a guy can get?

So, I was standing there all alone, waiting for him to arrive. He had told me on the phone that he would come no matter what. Maria was busy making out with her boyfriend, Brody, who was actually a college guy but seemed to invite himself in and Max and Isabel didn’t seem to notice him and even if they did, they didn’t seem to care at all. Alex was well, drinking his ass off and was standing with a couple of guys who, also like Alex, adored and worshipped Isabel Evans.

I stood there, impatiently waiting for my boyfriend to arrive. I just felt so all alone. Maria with her boyfriend, Alex busy with his friends; I just felt so out of there, like I didn’t belong there. I wasn’t a geek, you see. Even though some people thought I was. I didn’t look like a geek, actually. I used to dress like any other girl would but I wasn’t fashionable either. Besides, guys knew I preferred guys who liked you not for who you are but for what you are, so they didn’t bother looking at me either. But I was cool with that too. I mean, I didn’t acknowledge what they were and didn’t give a damn about what they did so they coming up to me and being all flirtatious was not what I wanted and it never happened either. And I was glad it didn’t happen.

I looked around everywhere for Sean and grew impatient every minute. People around me were drinking, dancing, making out and some having sex upstairs and there I was, waiting for my boyfriend to finally arrive.

And he did. But he wasn’t smiling up at me and making his way towards me but was rather standing in front of a girl whom I didn’t recognize, his face one inch away from hers. And then his lips were on hers in no time and they were making out in the middle of the room. Nobody seemed to care but I did. I stood there, staring at them with my jaw hanging open and my heart breaking into tiny pieces.

I was so heartbroken and hurt then. The pain was so evident. I mean, I was standing there, watching my boyfriend’s tongue going down the other girl’s throat and I couldn’t even move. Somehow, I was frozen in my place. My eyes were fixed on them and all I could think was whether this was a dream or reality. And even it was reality, then was this scene really playing in front of me or was there some problem with my eyes?

Emotions and thoughts were running through my heart and mind but I couldn’t do anything except stare at them of course. It was one of the most heartbreaking things that ever happened to me and it wasn’t such a good experience.

All I knew was that I had to get out of there. Somehow I had to. They were standing close to the washroom so I had to walk past them. They had broken their kiss and when I did walk past them, I heard Sean calling my name. I stopped and hesitated. The first thing that came to my mind was to ignore him but this shameless jackass needed to be taught a lesson or two.

So, I turned around and faced him and his newly found victim. He turned his face to her and said,

“I’ll be back, sweetie. Wait for me?”

“Sure, Sean.” The girl said and he kissed her.

He kissed her in front of me! He knew I was standing only two feet away from him, watching all of this, and still he kissed her! Obviously, he was trying to show me something. I was so angry with him that I had almost lost my temper but I managed to keep it in somehow. But only for the meantime.

After he had pulled away from her, he walked to me, smiling all the way.

“Hey, Liz. How are you, honey?” He asked.

That was it. That was all that made me lose my temper. My hand lifted automatically and I slapped him hard on his left cheek. All the people around us did seem to notice that and the loud music was turned off right then. Many gasps and whispers could be heard but all I cared about was teaching him a lesson.

“That’s what you guys do, don’t you? Love them and leave them, right?” I bit out harshly.

His angry face turned to me immediately, his left hand on his cheek but he didn’t say anything.

“I wont say anything else, Sean. I don’t want to waste my fucking time on putting up with shit like you.” I said and ran to the washroom.

Luckily, nobody had occupied it so I went in, locked it and leaned against the door, taking deep breaths and reminding myself not to cry for that asshole.

A few seconds later, the loud music could be heard again, indicating that people had moved to whatever they were doing before and had probably forgotten about whatever happened. But I didn’t care about what they thought and what they did at the moment. All I cared about was getting away from them and that I did by locking myself up in the washroom.

I noticed a glass on the counter. I picked it up, washed it, then filled some water from the tap and drank as many glasses as I can to control myself. The lump in my throat threatened me so I drank few more glasses. It felt fine then. My body was in control.

Now, all I needed to do was forget about whatever happened and get out of that building but it wasn’t that easy especially when someone started knocking loudly on the door, calling my name.

“Liz? Liz, open up!” That was Maria.

I quickly unlocked the door and let her in, closing the door immediately behind her.

“Liz, are you okay?” She asked, cupping my cheeks.

And I couldn’t control myself so I started crying on her shoulder. We both sat down on the floor and she started stroking my hair and trying to calm me down but all I did was cry on her shoulder.

I don't know why I was crying. The guy just just broke my heart. But I think I really liked him then and it always hurts when you are in a serious relationship and your boyfriend breaks the relationship just like Sean did.

God knows how long we sat there, in the same position, until I calmed down a little but didn’t pull away. After a few more minutes, I pulled away, wiping my tears.

“Liz, forget about him, okay? He’s a bastard.” She said.

I forced a smile on my face and nodded. She was damn right.

She pulled me into an embrace again and this time, I rested my chin on her shoulder and sighed.

We pulled away a minute later.

“Maria, lets get out and party.” I told her.

“You sure, Liz? You don’t wanna go home?” She questioned, frowning.

I smiled.

“No. Just because of that bastard, we can’t ruin our night, right?”

She smiled too.

“Whatever you want, Liz.” She said and we both stood up.

As soon as I unlocked the door, she stopped me by saying,

“Liz, we can go somewhere else if you want…?”

I turned to face her and answered,

“No, Ria. I’ll be fine. Lets go.”

She nodded, smiling and soon we were out.

The first thing I noticed was that Sean and the girl with him were no longer present over there. And that was a good thing.

“Maria, go to Brody.” I told her.

“No, no way. You need me more right now.” She said, shaking her head no.

“Maria, please.” I pleaded, making a puppy-dog face.

She sighed. “You sure?”

“Yes, I am sure. Now, go.”

She gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“I’ll be back in sometime, Liz.” She said.

“Good.” I said, smiling.

She started walking away but did turn around once before disappearing from my sight.

I sighed and looked around, my greatest urge to gulp down some alcohol.

* * * * * * * * * * *

MAX

I excused myself from the table. Girls surrounded me and all I wanted to do was to get away. I just had to go to the kitchen and refill my drink.

Those girls were all sluts. As I walked to the kitchen, I found this whole party a bad idea. Sure it was my idea and everything and then I regretted it.

Why? Well, because all you did in those parties was drink, dance and have sex. I repeat, drink, dance and have sex. That’s what everyone did and I was one of them.

As I passed, I saw some girls glaring at me, anger obvious on their faces. They were those girls whom I once had sex with and left them the next day. They were furious with me but all I could do was wink at them, making them angrier then before. But they would turn their faces immediately, wanting to ignore me for the rest of their life.

Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to the kitchen without being stopped by Michael.

“Did you see that girl Liz slapping that Sean? Man, that was a classic.” He said, chuckling.

“Mike, that happened fifteen minutes ago and yes, I saw that and yes, it was a classic. Now, could you go and keep those girls company?” I pointed to the girls that I was sitting with behind me.

Michael glanced at them and grinned.

“Sure, Maxwell. Love to.” He agreed and with a goofy smile on his face, walked past me.

I didn’t know the name of the girl who slapped that guy until Michael just mentioned it. And obviously, I didn’t care.

I started walking but stopped when I saw my girlfriend, Pam Troy, making out with another guy. She had been making out with him for sometime and I had noticed them a few times. Surprisingly, this didn’t surprise me. Besides, we were about to break up so why not now?

I finally made it to the kitchen without any more interruptions. But still, that Pam disgusted me with the scene that she was creating. It was more like she was giving other’s instructions how to make out. If I’d told that to Michael, he’d be making jokes about it and keeping me and my sister awake all night long.

I entered the kitchen and luckily, there were no people except this girl who had slapped that guy a few minutes ago. Her name’s Liz right?, I asked myself.

“Close the door.” She ordered, gulping down the alcohol and gesturing to the door with her other hand. Man, was she drunk.

“Why?” I asked her.

She frowned at me and answered,

“Coz loud music irritates me.”

Scowling, I closed the door quietly. Then proceeded to take a glass from the cabinet and pour myself some drink. As soon as I gulped it down, I felt good.

She was sitting on the stool by the counter in the middle of the room. Our kitchen was big. Heck, our whole house was like a mansion.

I sat on the stool next to her. She didn’t seem to notice that and started pouring herself another glass. I watched her intently for no reason.

“What, did your girlfriend started making out with another guy that you’re here, drinking like I am?” She asked me.

I didn’t tell her how true she was and started drinking, ignoring her and her question.

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question!” She complained, grabbing my arm.

I sighed and said,

“Yep, that’s exactly what happened. But I don’t care. I had to break up with her.”

Needless to say, I was as drunk as she was. My mind wasn’t working properly just like hers wasn’t.

“I hate Americans.” She mumbled, staring at the edge of the counter.

I chuckled, “You, yourself are an American.”

She groaned and started drinking again.

“Why does it happen?”

I looked over at her, confused.

“You talking to me?”

She turned to face me with a ‘duh’ look and said,

“No, to the refrigerator.”

“Oh, okay.” I nodded and turned my gaze away from her.

That was something in her eyes that made me want to stare into them but I resisted myself because I was drunk and so was she and anything could happen.

“You are Max Evans, right?”

I turned to face her.

“If you’re asking that to the refrigerator, then he’s going to say no because he is not Max Evans. I am Max Evans.” I told her.

She rolled her eyes.

“I hate you, you know that?”

I frowned. “Really? And why would that be?”

“I don’t know. There’s something about you that makes me want to hate you.”

“Wow, that’s a surprise.” I said sarcastically, looking away and taking a sip from my drink.

“Are you a virgin?” She asked me and I immediately faced her.

That is so not what I was expecting her to ask.

“What?”

“I asked you whether you’re a virgin.” She continued to drink then.

“No, why you ask?”

And she started laughing. I found that very confusing and stared at her as she laughed her ass off.

“Of course, you’re… not a… virgin…” She said, between laughs.

After a few seconds, she calmed down. I was still confused but didn’t dare to ask her.

“I am a virgin.” She said, after a few minutes of silence.

I wasn’t looking at her when I nodded. Somehow, I didn’t find that surprising.

“That’s good.” I said, looking at her.

She looked up at me and asked,

“Really?”

“Really.”

She didn’t look very surprised and suggested,

“Can you show me your garden? My friend told me your garden’s really good.”

I nodded. “Sure, lets go.”



TBC...

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Hi! Thanks for the feedback everyone, it really encourages me.

Anyway, I am not quite sure about this part. I think it totally sucks.


Part 3

MAX

“Your garden’s really big…” She commented and threw her arms in the air wide, telling me how big it was.

“My parents prefer big gardens.” I told her.

“Big gardens means taking good care.” She looked at me.

“Right.” I agreed, taking a sip from my drink.

“So this means that you must be having at least ten gardeners?” She questioned, with a hint of tease in her voice.

I chuckled.

“No, my parents do that job once a day.” I informed her.

“Oh.”

In my other hand was the whole bottle so when she saw it, she snatched it from me.

“Hey!”

She held out her hand.

“Everything’s fair when it comes to drinking…” She remarked, laughing herself.

I rolled my eyes. She looked like a beginner.

“This is the first time your are drinking?” I asked her.

She gave me a duh look.

“What does it look like?” She snapped.

I raised my eyebrows. She wasn’t an easy person to talk to.

“I suppose you are being sarcastic because you hate me…?”

She glanced at me.

“Obviously.” She confessed.

I nodded. Figures, I thought.

“Well, if this is the first time you are drinking then there must be a harsh reason behind it…?”

“My boyfriend cheated on me…”

I stared at her and she stopped walking.

“Oh.” I breathed out.

She faced me.

“And I don’t even know why…” She looked away.

“Like what did he do?” I questioned.

She sighed.

“I was waiting for him and then I saw him making out with another girl.” She slowly explained.

I nodded.

“I saw you slapping him.” I told her.

She giggled.

“That was a classic, wasn’t it?”

I nodded.

“What about you? Did you like your girlfriend? Oh wait… you are a player. It doesn’t really matter to you, right?”

Her words affected a corner of my heart because maybe she didn’t realize that even people like me had a heart.

I snatched the bottle from her and started drinking myself.

“It does. But Pam Troy is not the girl for me.”

“More like a sex kitten?”

I raised my eyebrows at her boldness. She was outspoken. Her remarks were irritating but then again she was speaking the truth.

“Yeah.”

She bent her head.

“Did you care for her?”

“A little, maybe.” I answered, truthfully.

“I cared for Sean, you know. And till the whole graduation ceremony, we were fine. He was fine and he didn’t even gave me some hint…”

I touched her shaking arm and handed her the bottle.

She gulped down much from it and then faced me.

“I don’t know why he just started kissing her. And then he comes to me and says ‘Hey, Liz. How are you?’ Jerk.” She bit out angrily, looking away.

“It’s good that you slapped him… he deserved it.”

She started studying me.

“What?” I questioned.

“Do you think you deserved the slap that Juliet gave you when you cheated on her?”

This time, it was my time to be embarrassed. This woman spoke tons of truth and wasn’t afraid of saying it in front of people.

She shook her head when I didn’t answer.

“That’s why I hate you… because there is no difference between you and Sean.”

This made me angry.

“I don’t want to listen to this, Liz. This is how I am.” I told her.

“But this is not how your life should be-“

“You don’t need to tell me about my life. You don’t know how screwed up it is.” I interrupted.

“Well, then tell me… how screwed up it is, Max?”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” I stated, looking away from her.

“I thought that as you belong to a rich family, your life wouldn’t be so screwed up.”

“This doesn’t apply to everyone.” I told her.

She nodded.

“You know, I’m glad to leave Roswell in this fall. As much as I will miss my family and friends, I’ll feel independent.”

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“To Harvard.” She answered.

“Good.” I commented, nodding my head.

“What about you? Where are you going?”

“NYU.”

“Good.” She said.

We started walking again and I said,

“Hey, I’m sorry about what Sean did to you.”

She shook her head.

“I think you should be sorry about whatever you did to all those girls.”

I glanced at her.

“Why do you care so much about what I did to those girls?”

“Why do you care so much about what Sean did to me?”

I smirked. Even when drunk, she was smart.

“Lets not talk about this, okay?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Why waste our time in those questions which we don’t know the answers to?”

I nodded.

“So, what’s your full name?” I asked her.

She stared at me unbelievably.

“You don’t know my full name?”

“I didn’t even know your first name until you slapped that Sean.”

“Oh right. How would you know my name? You being popular and me being unpopular.”

I ignored her statement.

“So, I was asking your full name…”

“Elizabeth Parker.” She said firmly.

“And people call you Liz…?”

“Yes. I like how you say my name.” She said, looking at me.

I stopped and facing her, I stared back at her.

Without taking my eyes away from her beautiful face, I asked,

“Really?”

She simply nodded. Then she started moving closer to me and placed a peck on my lips.

She stepped back and didn’t look at me. Her kiss had done something amazing to me but we were both drunk and this closeness would not work.

“Uh… I’m sorry.”

I nodded, not showing her the slightest disappointment that I was feeling.

But we couldn’t help staring at each other again.

“Liz!”

We both turned to see who just said that and in a distant, there was a girl who called her name.

“Your friend Maria says she’s leaving. She’s asking you to come!” The girl shouted.

Liz faced me and said,

“Looks like I have to go.”

“Will it be too much to ask you to stay here for a while?” I asked her.

“Um… I don’t know.” She answered.

I nodded, understandingly.

“Well then, Liz. Bye.”

And without saying good-bye she walked away.

I sighed and started walking the other direction.

Our garden used to look good at night. And besides, sometimes when you want to be alone, you prefer silence. The sound of the loud music was coming from inside but that didn’t bother me.

For a few minutes, I just stood there, staring at the moon.

The rock music had stopped and a melodious song was being played.

Let me sleep,
for when I sleep,
I dream that you're here, you're mine.
And all my fears are left behind, I float on air, the nightingale sings gentle lullaby.

I turned around, deciding to head back in but then I saw Liz walking towards me.

Shocked, I just stared at her.

“Liz? I thought you left…?” I questioned.

She came closer to me and asked,

“Will it be too much to ask you to kiss me?”

So let the moon shine softly…
On the boy that I long to see…
And maybe, when he dreams…
he'll dream of me.

With that said, I captured her mouth with mine, not caring about anything else.



TBC...

See, it sucked. By the way, the lyrics are from 'Dream of me' by Kirsten Dunst. I haven't heard this song before and I saw the lyrics somewhere so I just posted it.

[Ash_maxliz]

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So, now that I'm done with the thank you's, lets get back to the story. This part is NC-17!

Part 4

LIZ

We managed to reach his bedroom without anyone noticing us. Actually everybody was so busy in doing their own thing that they didn’t really care what was happening around them.

As soon as we entered his bedroom, I was the first one to capture his mouth with mine. Well, I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know what I was thinking at that time but the feeling was so good that I let my body control me.

He groaned and pressed myself to him. The kiss was passionate, the one that I had always dreamed of. So passionate that I’m pretty sure it was my first real kiss ever. Sure I had kissed other people before but this one was different. It was different because I was doing that when I was drunk and with a guy who I hated and always preferred to be not around him.

He led me to his bed, never breaking the contact. Or was it me who didn’t want to break the contact? I don’t remember and at that time, I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I was doing a very wrong thing at a very wrong time with a very wrong person.

With his body so close to mine, it was looking like I was addicted. I was addicted, wasn’t I? At the time, it seemed that I couldn’t walk two steps without kissing him. Like I can’t spend a day without running my hands up and down his chest.

He wasn’t just kissing my lips; he was kissing several parts of mine-the nape of my neck, my eyebrows, my hands. And when he once again turned to my lips, I just lost myself… all the other complications faded away into a peripheral world.

We both collapsed to the bed, him on top of me and me trying to make our lower bodies rock already. But then again I wanted to experience everything… not just the ending of it.

He once again moved to my neck and then to my collarbone. He took off my shoes and his too and just simply stared at me. Then he turned to my hands, kissing them softly again. Sucking my fingers, making me moan and close my eyes. Then he took off my wristwatch and placed it on the nightstand.

Then I lift up my upper body and started kissing him, pushing him beside me and climbing on top of him. I quickly got rid of his shirt and ran my hands up and down his chest while staring into his eyes. And when I was done with my mouth’s exploration of his chest, he rolled me over and took off my shirt too and then my bra.

First he just cupped my breast and all I did was close my eyes and squeezed the sheets tightly. He teased me too much with his actions but finally paid attention to my nipples. He sucked on them, his tongue circled them… it was as if he was memorizing everything through his hands and mouth and I liked that.

He got rid of my pants and underwear. And when I finally grabbed him, it was a new feeling for me. I rubbed him and he groaned. But then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bed. After kissing my body one more time, he entered me slowly. I cried out loud because it hurt too much but he didn’t move, making me used to the feeling.

I was the first one to move, telling him that it was all right. First it was slow but I was restless, I couldn’t take this torture. So I moved my hips faster. He was moving in and out of me, faster and deeper every time.

“God, Max.” I moaned.

And after some time, we came together. I cried out loud when I came and he just took my name again and again. And when it was over, he just panted on my face and then got off me.

But I didn’t want to break contact. It was as if he was my home. So when I relaxed, I moved on top of him and for the next three hours, we just screwed ourselves sweaty.

I don’t remember when we finally slept. But I know that all that alcohol and stuff had taken a toll on me. I mean, I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing? It might have looked like I was entering a door that I shouldn’t have entered, taking a chance that I shouldn’t have taken.

But who was I kidding, anyway. Just for one night, he was mine. Maybe not emotionally but physically, he was mine. I had never felt that way and somewhere in the corner of my mind I knew that nobody would make me feel what he made me feel, I knew that nobody would touch the way he touched me.

But I remember that before drifting off, only his breathing was a music for me. Just his breathing.



TBC...


I know it was short and everything but I promise I'll be coming back this week.

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Guys, thanks you so much for the feedback!

Anyway, I have the new part ready and here it is:

Part 5

LIZ

I woke up when I felt some movement beside me. It wasn’t as if I just opened my eyes and realized that I was in Max Evans’ bed, completely naked. It actually took me sometime to even open my eyes.

And when I did, to see a ceiling was okay but to see blue curtains was definitely not okay. What the fuck happened to my curtains?, I thought.

And then I felt some weight on my stomach and that was all that scared the shit out of me and made me turn to my left to see a dark-haired man lying half naked beside me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings. And then it all came back to me… I had had sex with Max Evans.

I wanted to pinch myself but I knew better… this was not a dream but reality. It was as if somebody kicked me and shouted, ‘Look, you gave away your virginity to Max Evans!’

The feeling of ‘How could this happen?’ nagged me but the red blood stains on the sheets begged to differ. And if that wasn’t enough, my head starting hurting obviously because of all the alcohol that I had taken the previous night.

Max stirred in his sleep and I froze. Now that the reality had sink in, the confrontation scared the shit out of me. But he hadn’t woken up. He had just turned to his side and in moments was sleeping peacefully.

But I didn’t relax. It was as if my whole world had taken a complete 180° turn. And neither could I stand being in this situation where I was lying beside a man who I hardly knew and momentarily hated him.

I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. I hopped to my feet and ran my fingers through my hair. I immediately started searching for my clothes and found them here and there around the room. After dressing up in his washroom, feeling way too weird, I quickly got out from there and almost tripped over my shoes that were lying on the floor. I groaned out loud and that must have attracted Max’s attention as he yet again stirred in his sleep, a dark frown on his face.

I gave out a sigh of relief when he didn’t make any movement. I opened the window carefully and made my way out of the house very quietly.

On the way home in my car, tears streamed down my face. When I reached the Crashdown, I parked my car and looked around the silent streets of Roswell.

Looking at myself in the rear-view mirror, I wiped off my tears and ran my fingers through my hair, setting them up. I knew that nobody would see me at this time of the day but still.

I climbed up the stairs that lead to my balcony. For some strange reason, my window was not locked and I climbed in my room. Only after closing the window, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Collapsing on my bed, my last thought before drifting off was that reality sucks.

* * * * * * * * * * *

MAX

“Just two more months and I’m outta here.” Isabel huffed as we neared the Crashdoown.

“Hey Max, don’t worry about the ride back home. I’ll manage it.” She told me.

“Right.” I agreed.

I followed her slowly and faced the double doors of the Crashdown. Digging through my pocket, I took out the wristwatch. It had been one week since I had it and obviously had to return it.

Entering the Crashdown, I looked around for her. And then I spotted the blonde I had noticed hanging out with her. She would know, I thought.

I walked to her and she stared at me.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Umm… I am looking for Liz Parker. I need to talk to her.” I glanced at the badge on her uniform that read ‘Maria’.

She kept staring at me with wide eyes.

“Umm… Maria?”

“Uh… yeah. She’s umm… in the ‘Staff Only’ room.” She informed me.

“So, umm… do you think I can go…?” I trailed off when she started nodding her head.

I gave her a small smile and walked slowly into the room. And then I saw her sitting on the couch, with reading glasses on and a book in her hands.

I just couldn’t help staring at her.

“God, Max.” She moaned.

I swallowed when that scene played out in my mind.

“Maria, if you have come here to tell me that the old man outside is a asshole, then I think I should let you know that you have already told me that and I know it every well now.” She said, without looking up.

I coughed to get her attention and she looked up, shocked to see me instead of Maria.

“Uh… hi.” I said awkwardly.

She just nodded and sat up straight, crossing her legs.

I noticed her nervous movements and walked to her, holding out her watch.

“I thought I’d give you this…” She plucked the watch from my fingers.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, not really looking at me.

I had never felt so nervous talking to a girl but Liz evokes such feelings in me that I am unable to describe.

I cleared my throat and said, “Okay, I’ll just go…” I pointed to the door behind me, “Bye.”

She met my gaze but she was the first one to break it too.

I walked to the door and just before I could open it, I heard her call my name.

I turned around and she stood up, stepping closer to me.

“Look, I just wanted to make clear that everything that happened that was night was…”

“A mistake.” I finished for her.

She sighed, bending her head slightly.

“I know that we need to talk about this…”

“No, we don’t.” She interrupted.

I nodded my head slowly.

“Liz, I’m sorry about what happened that night.”

“I was equally responsible, Max. And we both know it was a mistake and wont happen again.”

Her words crossed a corner of my heart like a knife but I brushed off that feeling quickly.

“Right.” I agreed and after glancing at her one more time, I left the room.

Maybe that’s what my life is… a mistake, I thought as I left the Crashdown.

* * * * * * * * * * *

LIZ

I stood there, staring at the door. I was hoping to feel relieved after the confrontation but unfortunately, that didn’t happen. It made me feel only worse.

I gulped and stared into space. Why does it always happen to me?, I thought. First it was Sean and now… God, help me.

Just then, the door opened and I let out a gasp, scared by the sudden movement.

But as soon as I saw Maria, I sighed, relieved.

“What? Am I that little girl from Exorcist or something?” She questioned me, marching over.

The corners of my mouth twitched.

“No, you are even worse than that.” I said, with a hint of tease in my voice.

“You are even worse than that.” I smiled at her mimicry.

“Anyway, what was Max Evans doing here?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, he just came to give me my watch. I left it there a week ago.” I told her, showing her my watch.

“But how did he know it was yours?”

Oh God, I thought. Now how the hell was I supposed to tell her that he himself had taken the watch off my wrist that night and placed it on the nightstand?

I quickly thought of something. “Oh, umm… that day, I mean, that night, the bathroom downstairs was occupied and so I couldn’t find Isabel so I asked Max and he took me to his bathroom. After I came out, he locked the door telling me that the bathroom downstairs was vacant and people would have to use that one only.” I slowly explained.

She nodded, raising her eyebrows. Phew! Saved, I thought.

“So, I assume that had happened when I took off with Brody?”

“Yeah.” I answered.

That night, Maria HAD already taken off with Brody. But she called me the next day to apologize and I told her that Alex had given me a ride back home.

“You know, I think I made a fool out of myself there.” She snickered.

“Hmm… how?”

“I was staring at him dumbfounded when he asked me about you.”

I raised one brow and smiled.

“Hey, I am sorry to hear about your break-up with Brody.” I sympathize.

“Ohhh, you know. People move on and stuff.” She commented, looking away.

“We’ll talk about this later, okay? I feel like taking a shower.” I told her.

“Yeah and if you seem to forget, your shift starts in an hour.” She reminded me.

“Right.” I agreed and went upstairs thinking how complicated life was.



TBC...

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Hey! Thanks for the feedback everyone. I know you guys are shocked and confused with whatever happened in the last part but hopefully, this part will answer your questions. This one's long in my opinion...

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Part 6

LIZ

In two weeks, I had to leave for Boston. I was happy and upset at the same time… happy because I would finally start a new life with new people and upset because I wasn’t ready to give up on my life in Roswell.

After that day, I have had only one encounter with him. And that was also in Crashdown. He was there with his friends and was sitting in my section, mainly because all the other tables were occupied. So, he was there but I didn’t notice him talking much. I sensed as if he was nervous to see me or I could have been wrong. I mean, why would Max Evans worry about a girl whom he had spent one night with?

I didn’t want to go there but if I had asked any other waitress, I’m pretty sure they would have been suspicious. Also that I didn’t want to give another lie to my best friend. Our friendships were standing on sincerity, honesty and loyalty. Sure, I had broken the rule once but I didn’t want to do it again.

So, I went there hesitatingly.

“Can I have your order please?”

My usual opening words were ‘Hello, I’m Liz. And I’ll be your waitress for today.’ But I didn’t feel it like doing it then. The situation didn’t allow me to.

Max just glanced up at me and then looked away. He didn’t want to exchange one word with me. That was good, wasn’t it? I didn’t ever want to see him, did I? My heart was speaking a very different language than my mind.

They gave their orders to me and when it was Max’s turn, he said,

“No thanks.”

I sighed and left. When I came back with their food, he was gone.

It was obvious he would leave. He’d have to because everything was over. Wait, nothing had started so there was no question of it being over or not. We had talked and made it clear that it was a mistake. Besides, he was the one who said it. Fine, I was going to say it too but I was hoping he would not say the same thing.

I didn't expect him to come to me ever again after we spent the night together but he did to give me my watch. Or was it just an excuse? I didn't want to confront him that's why I left his room. I just wanted to forget whatever happened between us because I knew he didn't care… he was Max Evans and Max Evans never cared.

I did wonder if he even saw the blood stains on the sheets? Did he even think what we had done or had he just brushed it off quickly… like it was usual? I know I could have tried and make things less awkward the day he came to the Crashdown but I didn't.

But did I have any other choice? I was confused and terribly shocked to see him there after a week. How could I have been like, ‘Oh Max, I don’t think it was a mistake.’ How could I have told him that I didn't think the way he did?

See, it wasn’t easy. Confessing your feelings in front of a guy whom you hated, wasn’t easy.

So, that’s how I had lived my life after that night. Forgetting what had happened between us and coming back to my old life. Before that night, I had always wondered why my life wasn’t full of surprises? But the surprises that I got on my graduation night were enough to make me not wish for more.

I was writing in my journal when my mom came in. I hadn’t been feeling good lately. I had been throwing up almost everyday and getting headaches and stuff. I didn’t know what was happening but saw it happening maybe because of a weather change.

My mother wanted me to go to a doctor. But I didn’t want to. ‘I am fine, Mom. It’ll go away…’, I’d told her.

But that didn’t stop her from checking up on me every morning. I understood what she was doing; she was looking after her daughter who was going to leave her in two weeks.

I stopped writing when she came in.

“Liz, how are you now? No more vomiting?”

“I’m fine, Mom.” I told her.

But when she didn’t look so convinced, I said again,

“Really, Mom. I’m fine. No vomiting, no headaches.”

She sighed and said,

“I’m worried about you. I don’t want to go to Phoenix but your father needs me there.”

My parents were going to Phoenix for some business matters.

I took her hand and said,

“Mom, I’ll be fine. Maria is coming to sleep over at nights.”

She nodded. “Okay, then. We are leaving tonight.”

I just nodded.

“Do you want any breakfast?”

“No, Mom. But yeah, some juice would be good enough.” I said.

She smiled and left the room. But I think I knew what was wrong with me. So, I decided to make a visit to the store that afternoon.

* * * * * * * * * * *

MAX

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

“I said I’m pregnant.”

Movies. Happens only in movies. I’d laugh at the absurdity but I was in no mood. How could anyone be in a good mood when his or her sister was leaving in five hours?

“Max, please. Say something.” She pleaded.

I switched off the television but didn’t turn to her.

“Look, I know I’m going a week before than I was supposed to… but… my boyfriend is leaving and I want to go with him…”

“So now you can't even stay for a week for your brother…” I complained.

“Max, you know that’s not the case.”

“Then what is the case, Isabel?” I asked, finally looking at her.

“The case is that after our graduation, you haven’t been acting like yourself!” She glared at me.

“Isabel… please…”

“Isabel please- that’s all you have to say, Max?”

I just ignored her and walked to the kitchen but she followed me.

“Max! Max, listen to me.” She grabbed my arm and spun my around.

“Tell me, Max. What is it?” She asked me gently this time.

“Iz… I just… I don’t want to leave Roswell now and I want you to stay… for a week at least. Please, you can do this for me…”

“Okay, I will.” She promised.

I smiled and pulled her into my arms. My sister was my strength. Our parents might have not been our ultimate supporters but Isabel and I had always been there for each other and I wanted her to be around me.

She rested her head on my shoulder. “Max?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me, is anything wrong? Why have you been acting so weird lately?”

I pulled away and gave her a small smile.

“It’s just that I have been upset because I will be leaving this place for good and this place holds so many memories for us.” I lied.

The truth was that I couldn’t get off Liz Parker from my mind. The truth was that I couldn’t get off that night from my mind. But I tried too. I did not succeed but I kept trying.

I know that I didn't do a good thing going to her after a week. But whenever I had made my mind to, I got reminded of the morning after. When I had woken up that morning, I was surprised to see that she had just ran away… didn't even confront me. And that action of hers made me come to a lot of conclusions and one of them was that she wanted to forget me. She wanted to forget whatever happened between us.

I had seen the blood stains on the sheets. I had taken her virginity away and I felt guilty… knowingly or unknowingly, I had taken advantage of her, used her. And so I couldn't face her. Just like her, I wanted to forget too whatever happened between us but then I gained enough courage to finally go up to her with an excuse of giving back her watch.

But when I saw her, I couldn't get anything out of my mouth. I didn't know what to say. So, I was about to go away from there when she stopped me. And before she could, I told her it was a mistake because I knew she thought the same.

“Max, what are you thinking?” She asked, breaking my train of thoughts.

“Nothing. Just thinking how much I will miss Roswell.”

Isabel cupped my cheeks in her hands and said,

“I know, Max. But we will get used to this, I promise.”

Afterwards, we sat on the couch, munching popcorns and talking about almost everything. But before that, she had called her boyfriend to tell him no. He kind of argued but then said okay.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you with a girl after Pam. What’s up with you?” She asked, frowning at me.

“I have realized that New York girls are better looking than the girls here.” I said simply.

She just laughed.

“You think so?”

“Uh huh.”

“I think I’ll find someone in Boston too.” She said, looking away.

“I am telling your boyfriend you've turned gay then.” I said and laughed when she punched me.

And so, for the next hour, we did pillow fighting. And that was the first time in a long time that I really laughed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

LIZ

“Liz, where are you going?”

“Mom, I thought I’d take a walk around.” I told her after putting on my jacket.

“It’s sunny outside.” She said, frowning at me.

“You gotta give me a break, Mom. I need to get some fresh air. Besides, Alex wants me to see his new guitar.” I lied.

“Okay, then. But take my car.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. And call if you get one of those headaches again.”

“I will.” I promised and after saying good-bye to her, I left the house.

When I entered the store, I was nervous. Nervous because I was actually going to do it. But I had to solve this problem. I needed to know.

After I bought the box, I went straight to my house.

But I didn’t make it to my room without my mother questioning me.

“Liz? You came so early?”

“Oh well, Alex was sleeping.” I answered, chuckling.

“Oh… okay.” She looked confused.

“You know Alex. He’s strange.”

“Right. I am gonna go and do my packing, okay?”

“Sure.” I said and quickly walked to my bedroom, locking the door.

Lets get this over with, I thought.

My heard was pounding in my chest and I held the box for a long time in my hands, just staring at it. I was taking the test to reassure myself that I was being plain stupid.

Afterwards, I sat on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands. Blue lines… I immediately hated them.




TBC...

[Ash_maxliz]

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Umm... I know you have many questions but they are going to be answered. I am not going to answer them but this story will...

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Part 7

LIZ

I don’t know for how long I just sat there and cried. You couldn’t blame me… I was eighteen, unmarried and was supposed to leave this place in two weeks. And then I get the news of my life… I was a mother and for such a long time, I didn’t even know.

I heard my bedroom’s door opening and immediately wiped off my tears. I stood up in front of the mirror and fixed my appearance. But seriously though, I looked like a person whose best friend had just died.

“Liz?” It was my mom knocking on the door.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, mom?”

My voice sounded quite different but fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice that.

“Sweetie, it’s Maria on the phone for you.”

“Mom, tell her that I’ll call her later.”

“Okay. Were you taking a shower?”

No, I was taking a home pregnancy test.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Okay.” She said and after three seconds, I heard the sound of door closing.

I took a deep breath and bit my lip from screaming on the top of my lungs. It looked suitable at that time because anyone who would have just gotten to know that they’re pregnant and were in my shoes, would have done the same.

I looked at the stick again and felt sick suddenly. I kneeled down in front of the toilet seat and threw up whatever I had eaten that afternoon for lunch. And when I was done, I panted and then lied down on the floor. Sobbing, I tried to control myself but instead cried harder.

My whole world had crumbled down. How many more surprises did God have for me?

I knew one thing for sure… my mom was suspicious. She was. I could tell. It was obvious she was. Hell, anyone would be if they’d gotten to know that their daughter has been throwing up a lot lately and has been having those headaches. And additionally, I had told her a few days ago that I missed my period.

My sobs died down and I felt a flash of fear. What if she gets to know?

I started thinking about the people. My parents… they would rather kill me. I mean, what’s more worse to have your oh-so-innocent daughter sitting in your house, pregnant? And Maria and Alex… they would definitely freak out. I could picture Maria telling me to stop lying and Alex, all shocked.

But what about the person who was a lot related to this. Max. What would he say? How would he react? If I’d decide to keep the baby, would he be volunteering to walk on this path with me or would he just turn his back to me and tell me to fuck off?

But all in all, I knew one thing. Max would know… if I keep the baby or not, Max would know. He just had to. I’d have to gather up my guts and go tell him. I had to. Because I was not a selfish person to not tell the father of my child about the existence of his child.

But the big question was… how would I tell them? Just go up to them and say, ‘hey, look, I’m pregnant!’. It wasn’t easy. It was easy to go and tell my parents, ‘I got accepted!’. It was easy to go and tell Maria and Alex, ‘Sean and I are dating.’ And well, Max… we never had a real, good, lengthy conversation. But it wasn’t easy to go and tell them that I, Liz Parker, am a mother.

But for the moment, I had to keep quite. I needed sometime to think what to do next. I needed to think if I would keep the child or not? If yes, then how would I break the news to everyone? And if no, then who would help me with the abortion?

I had the perfect chance. My parents were leaving that night and I would have enough time to think about what to do. But for the time being, I needed time to absorb the news too.

After taking a much-needed shower, I went outside to my balcony. It was five in the evening so the weather was good enough. I sat there with an afghan shawl wrapped around me and wondered how I even got there.

How did I change from a hopeful teenager who wanted to fulfill her dreams to a mother who didn’t know if she should fulfill her dreams or take her responsibility of a mother? I was confused but the four hours inside that I had spent thinking, I knew one thing.

I had to give up my dreams and take the responsibility of a mother because I wasn’t selfish enough to kill a child who didn’t do anything. I mean, it wasn’t its fault that two people had unprotected sex.

And besides, I had always been against abortion. I thought it as killing an innocent one. And now that I was in the same position, it took me four hours to convince myself that I couldn’t kill this child.

So, now, one thing was clear: I was going to keep the baby. No matter what.

Two minutes later, my mom walked in, calling me.

“Mom, I’m here.” I told her.

She came to the window and sighed when she saw me sitting on the lawn chair.

“Lizzie, I thought you were out.” She said.

“No, I’m here.” I said, looking up at the sky.

I heard her climbing out and walking towards me. She sat on the chair adjacent to mine.

“Is everything okay, mom?” I asked, noticing the change of mood in her.

But I wished she would ask me the same because I was not okay.

“Yeah, everything’s… cool.”

I nodded and turned again to the sky.

After a few minutes of silence, she asked,

“Liz, are you pregnant?”

I was so shocked that I gasped at her question and looked at her surprisingly.

I stared at her for a few seconds and then shook my head immediately. She couldn’t know now. Not like this.

“I’m not pregnant, Mom.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I simply told her, giving her a small smile even if it was forced.

“Okay.” She nodded.

“But I want you to know that if you have any problem, then you can come to us. We are your parents, Liz.” She continued with such emotion that for once I thought of telling her but that went away when the thought of their reaction came to my mind.

“I know, Mom. But seriously, there’s no problem.” I gave her a reassuring smile.

“All right.” She said, smiling at me and after giving me a light kiss on the top of my head, she went inside.

But she didn’t notice the unshed tears in my eyes.

* * * * * * * * * * *

LIZ

At around seven, Maria came. I had invited her the day before for dinner and sleep over. She was more than happy to get away from her house for a while.

But after the shocking news, I regretted calling her.

During dinner, I kept quite. My parents asked me if I was okay to which I gave them a smile. I knew Maria wanted to ask the same question too but it was as if she was waiting for us to be alone.

After dinner, my parents started getting ready to leave.

“Take care, sweetie. And if you get sick again, please do inform us and take a visit to the doctor for heaven’s sake.” Mom told me.

“I will, Mom.” I promised and hugged her.

“Maria?”

“Yes?” Maria said, looking at my mother.

“Take care of Lizzie, okay?”

“I will.” Maria said, smiling and glanced at me.

“Okay, girls. We got to go. Liz, we’ll call you soon.” Dad told me.

“Right.” I hugged him too.

After saying good-byes, they left and Maria collapsed to the couch.

“Okay, girlfriend. Sit down. We need to talk.” She said.

I sighed and sat down beside her.

“What’s up?”

“Why have been so quite today, huh? And what’s up with you being sick?” She questioned.

“Oh, I have been getting these headaches…”

“Headaches? Why?”

“I don’t know. Tension, maybe…?” I frowned.

“Yeah, I know. Leaving Roswell is a good and a bad news.”

I nodded in understanding.

“Hey, I’ll just go and visit the bathroom. Three glasses of water did a toll on me, man.”

I giggled for the first time that day.

She smiled and walked to my room. But then I remembered something.

I quickly ran to stop her from entering my bathroom but she already had. When I reached there, the bathroom door was already closed.

I closed my eyes and prayed to God that she wouldn’t notice anything but after a moment, she opened the door wide, staring at me.

She had something in her hands. She had seen it. I gasped.

“Liz, what the fuck is going on?”



TBC...

Okay, now, I don't think I need to tell you what was in the washroom, right? And yeah, I am way too evil...

[Ash_maxliz]

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All right, now the reason why this update is kinda late. I am having my A-Level exams... And I had this chapter ready so I am posting it.


Part 8

LIZ

I had called Alex too. Now that one best friend knew that I was pregnant, I didn’t want the other to feel left out afterwards. I remember that when we were little, we made a promise to each other to never ever keep a secret only between two people. We made the promise when Alex had told Maria that his father was sick and had not told me. So, now that I had made them promise not to keep a secret from each other, I couldn’t break the promise myself.

Our phone conversation went something like this…

“Hey, Alex.”

“Lizzie! How are you, girl?”

I’m pregnant, I wanted to say.

“I’m okay. What are you doing?”

I glanced at Maria who was watching me intently. I hadn’t told her anything, not even confirmed that I was pregnant.

“Playstation, dude.” He told me.

Typical Alex.

“Okay, umm… can you come over?”

He gasped. “Liz, didn’t you just hear me? It's Playstation time, girlfriend!”

“Alex, it’s important.”

“Liz…”

“Maria is already here.” I interrupted.

“She is?”

“Please, Alex…” I pleaded.

“All right, Liz. But this better be good.”

It’s going to be shocking, I wanted to say.

I hung up and looked at Maria. She was staring at the lamp.

I had shed a few tears when she had asked me. It was clear she had got her confirmation but still had asked me.

“Maria, I think it’s something that Alex should know too.” I had told her.

She had just nodded and since then, she had been sitting on my chair.

The silence was deafening between us. All I wanted to do was go and hide from her penetrating stare and all she wanted to do was ask me questions. But I knew she was holding it in.

I sat down on my bed, my back leaning against the headboard. I wasn’t looking at her and neither was she. I found my toes and she found the lamp more interesting.

After exactly seven minutes, Alex rung the doorbell. I went and opened the door.

As soon as he entered, he asked,

“Is everything okay?”

He looked so concerned that I had to smile. Sometimes it looked like my friends had kept me alive.

“Come on in.” I told him and he understood that he had to wait till we got in my room.

I closed the door behind him. When he saw Maria, he just nodded at her. I told him to sit down and he sat on the edge of my bed. I sat on the same place as before and as soon as I did, Maria asked,

“Liz, are you pregnant?”

I didn’t find the sudden question as shocking as Alex did. He gasped and immediately turned to me with questions written all over his face.

“Yes.” I told them.

Maria just sighed and Alex… he was frowning, confused and shocked at the same time.

“What’s going on in here?” He asked me.

When I didn’t answer and looked away, he asked the same question to Maria.

“Liz is pregnant, Alex.”

“But… how?”

He was looking at Maria like she had gone crazy or something.

“I don’t think I need to tell you how women get pregnant.” Maria snapped.

Alex just rolled his eyes.

“Do you know anything else?” He asked her, after a minute of silence.

“I only know that she’s pregnant.”

I wanted to remind them that I was there in the room, listening to their conversation. But I couldn’t open my mouth, I didn’t want to talk about it right now but I knew I had to. This was just the beginning of the storm.

“How long have you known, Liz?” Maria asked.

I looked up at her.

“I took the test around three in the afternoon.” I told them in a trembling voice.

“And how long do you think you have been pregnant?” Alex asked me.

In another way, he was asking me when I had sex.

“I don’t know…”

“When did it… happen?” Maria asked me. She was more straightforward.

“May.” I answered.

It was as if I was a celebrity telling the interviewer about my likes and dislikes. But I wasn’t a celebrity and neither was I telling them about my likes and dislikes.

I wanted to cry because suddenly, I didn’t think that the decision of keeping this baby was such a good idea.

“Are you keeping the baby?” Maria asked.

“Yes.” I immediately replied.

I knew they were battling to ask me who was the father. I was waiting for the question even though I didn’t want to tell them.

“Who… who is the… father?” Alex asked, not looking at me.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t find my voice suddenly.

“Liz, if you’re not going to tell us now, then you’ll have to tell everyone tomorrow.” Maria bit out harshly.

I still didn’t answer her and wiped off the tear that was rolling down my cheek.

“Maria, don’t be too harsh on her.” Alex said.

Maria looked at him with complete shock written all over her face.

“What do you mean, Alex?? She got herself pregnant!” She said in a loud voice.

“Yeah, so?? Many teenage girls get pregnant.”

“What’re you trying to say, Alex?”

“All I am saying is that do not be harsh on her. Whatever happened, it happened. Don’t blame her.”

“I’m not blaming her! All I’m asking is for the father’s name!” Maria yelled.

Now Alex looked angry. “Then be patient, Maria! Wait for her to answer. It’s not easy, Ria. Just put yourself in her shoes, do you think it must be easy??”

Maria just sighed loudly and sank down on the chair.

Alex turned to me and said,

“I am here for you, Liz.”

I wanted to say so much to him but the tears were stopping me.

“Maria, are you in or out?” His voice softened.

“I… I don’t know.” She answered hesitantly.

“Maria-“ Alex started but the next thing I said, stopped him.

“It’s Max Evans.” I said.

Alex just stared at me with wide eyes.

“What?” Maria asked, not believing what she just heard.

“The father… it’s Max. Max Evans.” I said, sobbing.

Maria walked over and she and Alex exchanged a look.

“What am I going to do?” I whimpered out, my head in my hands.

Maria kneeled down beside me and Alex scooted closer.

“Everything’s going to be all right, sweetheart. We are going to figure it out.” Maria said affectionately.

I hugged her tightly, trying to find comfort in my friend’s arms.

But comfort was the last thing in the list of my surprises.

* * * * * * * * * * *

LIZ

I had told my friends about how it had happened. They had listened to me carefully and patiently, never blaming me.

And then we had decided to take a doctor’s appointment before my parents would come. I had refused to it first but they had explained to me that if I wanted to keep the baby, then I had to go and let the doctor do the check-up.

As for telling my parents and my grandmother, who was in Phoenix at the time, we decided to wait until I finally told Max and what would he say. I told them simply that even if Max would not be in it, I would keep this baby. They were kind of surprised to hear this but they absorbed this news too.

So, finally after a day, I went to a lady doctor with Maria. I have to say that if it hadn’t been for her, I don’t think I would have been even able to enter the hospital.

When I entered the hospital, my heart was pounding in my chest. I think that somewhere deep down inside, I was assuming that maybe I'd been wrong; that the pregnancy test was giving me a wrong result, that the sickness and missed period was some kind of disease. It was completely natural for me to assume that; after all, I never in a million years would have thought that I would be pregnant at such a young age without being married.

Anyway, the lady doctor told me to be careful and all the things they tell to pregnant women. She told me to regularly come for check-ups.

I remember it was the day before my parents were supposed to come and I was working as usual in the Crashdown. My parents had told me to manage the restaurant for a while. I was trying my best with the help of Alex and Maria.

I was cleaning the booth near the counter when Max walked in with his sister and Michael Guerin. He looked away when my eyes met his, as if I was one person he couldn’t look at.

They weren’t sitting in my section so I gave out a sigh of relief. But when Maria was walking towards them, she passed me a look and motioned me to go and talk to him privately. I shook my head, telling her I wasn’t ready yet. She sighed and patiently, didn’t say anything.

I was beginning to feel quite guilty and shameful. I was treating my friends as if I didn’t care what they thought. But on the other hand, I knew they understood everything. I, as well as they, were trying to face the reality.

I went in the ‘Staff Only’ room where Alex was sitting and playing some game on his cell. When he saw me, he smiled up at me and I walked up to him.

“No more customers?” He asked.

I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Not right now. I’ll go back in two minutes.” I answered.

Just then, Maria entered.

“Liz, I know you want me to understand… but I think it’s time.” She told me, her hand holding the door open a little.

“Time for what?” Alex asked, confused.

“Max Evans is outside. I think Liz should… you know.” She said.

“Liz?” Alex looked at me.

I made a pleading face but he just shook his head.

“This time I’m with Ria.” He told me.

“Not now, please. I can’t do it now.” I begged.

“No, Liz. You should tell him… now.” She said sternly.

“Tell him what? That I am the mother of his child?” I said in a loud voice.

“Yes.” Maria answered simply, taking a step closer and causing the door to close.

I sighed when they just looked at me, concerned.

“I’m scared, guys.”

But when I looked up to the door, I not only got scared but a lot shocked too.


TBC...

Yeah, way too evil.

[Ash_maxliz]

Thank you all for your comments. And frenchkiss70, Maria didn't mean it that way. She was only saying that obviously people will get to know someday and Liz would have to answer their questions. So, it wont make a difference if she refuses now.

I had this chapter ready too but I am not going to post next week.

Anyway, without further ado...

Part 9

MAX

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” Michael said, with his mouth full of food.

Isabel made a face.

“Mike, you can at least talk after swallowing your food.” She told him.

Michael just showed her his middle finger.

“Oh, do not that to me. Go and do that to your girlfriend because I’m more like your sister… and you and I, nope… never.” She said, shaking her head.

Mike groaned and looked at me for help but I just shrugged. At his reaction, I chuckled.

“Anyway, I didn’t know you even think.” I told him to which he was ready to punch me.

“Well, apparently, I do.” He said, glaring at me.

Isabel and I exchanged a look.

“I’ve been thinking about this girl…”

“What girl?” I asked him.

“She’s a blonde…”

“And does she have a name?” Isabel questioned.

“I suppose so. I don’t know her name.”

“And so you like her?”

“Well, I am having these unhealthy thoughts about her…”

I put my hands on my ears and said,

“Too much information, dude.”

He just rolled his eyes at me.

“You’re talking to the right person, Mike.” Isabel said, referring to herself.

“Oh yeah. I wonder why you didn’t replace Alicia Silverstone from that T.V show.”

Isabel just shrugged.

“I didn’t want to. I had other plans.”

I saw Liz going into the ‘Staff Only’ room from the corner of my eye. Maria followed her a few minutes later.

“Is she here?” Isabel asked Michael.

“Umm…” Michael started but I wasn’t paying attention.

Maria had stormed off to the room. She looked beyond pissed off. And I had noticed one thing; she hadn’t even looked at me when she was taking my order. Hell, she never asked for my order. I had to give her myself before she walked away.

I decided to go to the washroom, ignoring the thoughts in my mind. I had seen Liz after such a long time and when her eyes had met mine, I had to tear my eyes away from her before I could lost myself into them.

Strange it was, she was in my mind almost everyday. It was infatuation, maybe. Or it was the desire to make love to her again. But I had brushed off those feelings… or so tried to.

“Guys, I’ll just come back in two minutes.” I told them.

“How much did you eat, Maxwell?” Michael joked.

I ignored him and made my way towards the washroom. As I did, I noticed that the door of the employees’ room was quite open. A hand was holding it open a little. I decided to walk away but then I heard somebody’s voice.

“Time for what?”

Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help listening to the conversation. I took some steps closer to the door, making sure I could not be seen through the little window on the door.

“Max Evans is outside. I think Liz should tell him… you know.”

I recognized this voice. It was Maria’s.

But the big question was, they had taken my name. Tell me what?

“Liz?”

This was the same guy’s voice. I assumed there was only one guy with Maria and Liz.

After a few seconds of silence, I heard the guy saying,

“This time I’m with Ria.”

I looked around the Crashdown, making sure nobody noticed me standing there, eavesdropping.

“Not now, please. I can’t do it now.” That was Liz.

Couldn’t do what?

“No, Liz. You should tell him… now.”

“Tell him what? That I am the mother of his child?”

“Yes.”

Shocked would be an understatement. They were referring to me… Liz… mother… my child? Thoughts ran in my mind and without thinking, I took a step toward the door, not caring that I could be seen through the window.

I looked through the window inside and just then Liz looked up at me.

And then I realized… my whole world had collapsed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

LIZ

Everything had happened so quickly. I had seen Max through the window, looking very shocked. Maria and Alex had followed my gaze and they both gasped when they had seen him.

He stood there, for a few seconds, not looking at anyone while Maria and Alex left the room, obviously realizing that Max and I needed to talk… alone. I opened the door for him to step in.

He took only one step inside without looking at me. He was staring at his shoes. It looked like the shock hadn’t left him yet. Obviously, it took me a long time to get used to the news. And in his case… I knew it would have been very confusing for me if I were in his place. And maybe, angry too.

“Max?” I asked, when he didn’t say a word for a few minutes.

He looked up and I saw mixed emotions in them.

“I know… you must be angry and very confused right now… but… you have to un-”

“Liz, I don’t want to talk about this now.” He interrupted.

Shocked, I looked up at him. What the hell was he trying to tell me?

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“I… I am not ready to talk about this… now.”

“But, Max… this is something that we have to talk about.”

“I know. But you have to give me sometime…”

I shook my head lightly, not understanding what he was trying to say.

“I want you to meet me tomorrow in the park at three.”

“But, Max-”

“Please, Liz.” He pleaded.

And then I understood. He wanted time to get used to this news just like I had wanted to.

I was expecting him to scream at me, shout at me or shower those questions on me but here he was, telling me to meet him the next day to talk. I was confused but I understood at the same time.

I nodded, sighing.

He looked like a lost soul. Not knowing what to do, what to say and where to go. He looked like… his whole world had collapsed.

“I will come tomorrow.” I told him.

He was yet again staring at his shoes and just nodded.

After glancing at me once, he left the room.

I felt like crying and screaming. What if he did back out? I knew I had told my friends that I would still keep the baby even if he would back out but would I really do that? Being a parent was a huge responsibility. Could I handle that responsibility… alone?

I didn’t want to think about him saying no. But his silence that day had made me come to a lot of conclusions.

I sat down on the couch, hugging my knees, and sobbed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

MAX

I left the room after glancing at her. I knew she was very confused with what I had said but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, I’m happy to hear I’m going to be a father’?

I couldn’t. It was the surprise of my life and I didn’t know how to react. I needed time to get used to the fact and I knew that some more information wouldn’t have had helped me throughout the day.

So, I decided to talk to her the next day. Besides, I didn’t want my sister and best friend to get suspicious.

But they sort of did when I walked over to them.

“Maxwell, what took you so long?” Michael asked me.

“Yeah, seeing that you didn’t eat much today.” Isabel joked.

I wasn’t in a mood for joking anymore.

“Look, I’m going home.”

“You’re going home? But we just got here!” Isabel complained.

I sighed and picked up the keys from the table.

“Maxwell, what’s up? Why in such a hurry?” Michael asked.

“Mike, I’ll talk to you later. But I… I need to go home.” I said and with that, I left.

After an hour or so, I was sitting in my bedroom, staring out of the window.

What was I supposed to do? And why didn’t she tell me that I was going to be a father? It had been quite some time since that night, then how could it have taken her such a long time?

I had heard her saying that she was scared to tell me. But still, didn’t she want to tell me… ever? I was blaming her but was not angry with her.

My heart told me that maybe she didn’t know herself… maybe she had known now.

But I brushed off those thoughts. The main thing was that I was going to be a father.

I remembered that that night we hadn’t used protection but I had brushed the thought off, not really caring. It wasn’t as if I didn’t care that she might have been pregnant… I didn’t care because I thought she wasn’t as she never came to me.

How could I have been so stupid? I thought we had talked about everything that day when I had gone to her to give her watch. But it hadn’t occurred to me once to think about the protection. We went our separate ways.

I could have talked to her about this when it had occurred to me…? But I didn’t. And I immediately regretted it. I could have gone to her and could have told her to take a precaution… but I didn’t.

I was blaming her but truthfully, I was to be equally blamed. One, for having unprotected sex with her. And two, for not talking about it.

Though the main question was… did I want her to keep the baby or not? I didn’t know if she wanted to but I knew that she would be wondering if I would back out or not. It was a tough decision though… I had barely touched my life and here I was being asked to take such a huge responsibility.

But then I thought about the child. How could I kill it? How could we indirectly blame it for the mistake that we did? I didn’t want to and judging Liz, I knew she thought the same.

I wanted to. I wanted Liz to keep the baby and any help she would need, I would give her. And if she didn’t want to keep the baby, then I would beg her not to kill our child.

But still, the ultimate decision was in her hands.

If everything worked out and we both decided to have this baby, then what about our family and friends? What would they say?

My parents would be shocked beyond belief. They might even tell me to tell Liz to have an abortion. My sister would have been furious with me. I could imagine her asking me, ‘How could you do this, Max?’.

Life was difficult and at the moment, it had become even more difficult. I had to wait till the next day to finally ask the questions and come to conclusions but I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t scared.




TBC...

I'll come back as soon as these stupid exams are over... after 24th, definitely.