- Title: Friends Till the End
Author: GottaFeedTheMonkey1257...y'all can just call me Kristen, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I have any rights to Roswell or it's characters. I'm just borrowing them for the time being. I always get the short end of the stick...
Pairings/Couples/Category: M/L mostly, but a tad M/M and A/I...AU story
Rating: Hmm...well, for starters I'm going to say YTEEN to TEEN. It may get a little ADULT but we'll deal with that when the time comes.
Summary: It's another one of those best friends with unrequited love stories. Liz has loved Max ever since Junior High, but she doesn't think he feels the same way. Max has loved Liz ever since High School, but he doesn't think she feels the same way. Besides being so damn confusing, they're relationship is put to the test when something happens in the sleepy town of Roswell, New Mexico.
Author's Note: Ok, guys, this is my very first fanfic! I'm so proud of myself for finally getting it on here. If I suck, which I just may, please tell me. Feedback of all kinds is greatly appreciated. Oh, and please give my fic a chance. I know, you've probably seen a bazillion of these best friends in love fics, but mine just may be different! If the title has been used before, don't hesitate to tell me. I can change it no problem. Thanks! Oh, and I forgot to mention that the title, Friends Till the End is actually a movie, but this story has nothing to do with it whatsoever. I just liked the title hehe. I also don't have any rights to it. I should've wrote that in the disclaimer, but eh, you take what you can get.
PROLOGUE . . . Welcome to My Life
"Lizzz," my best friend, Maria DeLuca, said in an annoyingly whiny voice as she moved closer to me in my bed.
I know what you're thinking, so you might as well stop now, you dirty minded people. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
"No, Maria and get out of my bed!" I said in a voice still groggy with sleep.
Maria just had to come and wake me up at the freakin' crack of dawn. Well, 10:00 a.m.
"Pleaaase, Liz?" she pleaded, looking at me with her trademark puppy dog eyes. Uh uh, not going to work.
"No, Maria, I'm not going to that stupid party with you Friday!" I said exasperatedly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh, come on! You'll have a blast, and I think that getting out would be good for you!" Maria said, sitting cross-legged on my bed. I groaned and pulled the comforter tighter around me.
"Maria, read my flapping lips. NO!" I exclaimed. "Now, get out of my room, so I can get ready for my shift. A shift, need I remind you, that includes you."
I forgot to mention that my father owns a diner. The Crashdown Cafe is one of Roswell's finest establishments, and I get the utter privilege of working there. I even get to live above the diner in a two-bedroom apartment with my parents!
If you didn't catch the sarcasm in there, this is going to be a long story.
"I am ready for our shift if you haven't already noticed by the uniform I'm wearing," she said, gesturing to her aqua-green clad body.
Yes, I said aqua-green. My father, who is slightly fashion challenged, designed our striking uniforms. They consist of an aqua-green dress that is extremely low cut and short. An alien head shaped apron compliments the stunning outfit. After all, this is Roswell, alien capital of the world.
"Well, then get out and let me change," I mumbled from under the comforter. I felt the bed lift as Maria got off, and I wiggled around to face her.
"Fine, but I am going to get you to come Friday. Mark my words, Elizabeth Parker, I will get you to attend the frat party with me tonight!" Maria cried dramatically, pumping her fist in the air for effect.
Maria tends to be a drama queen at times, but we tend to overlook that.
"Alrighty," I said as Maria tossed me a glare and left the room. I sighed and got out of bed. Grabbing my uniform from my dresser, I headed into the bathroom to shower and change.
Ok, I'm guessing most of you are a bit confused about what's going on here. Just breathe and I'll explain it all for you.
First of all, my name is Elizabeth Marie Parker. I'm a junior at West Roswell High, home of the mighty comets. I'm the daughter of Jeffrey and Nancy Parker. We live in Roswell, New Mexico where there was a supposed space ship crash. Don't worry, my body hasn't been snatched by aliens. Yet.
I'm pretty much your every day, small town girl. I go to school, get good grades, go to work, and come home. There's not much to do in Roswell, anyway. I really used to hate it here, but it's finally starting to grow on me. You just have to get used to the fact that everyone knows everyone else. Creepy, I know.
I have three best friends in the world. One of them is Maria DeLuca. From what you've already read about her, she can be a major drama queen, incredibly annoying, and downright rude. But, she also is very sweet, caring, and she is just a good person. She's always been there for me, no matter what. I love her to death. Like a sister, that is.
Alex Whitman is another one of my best friends. I've known him since I was in diapers, and we've been inseparable since then. He's probably the funniest guy I know, and he's just an easy person to be around. When Alex and I are together, there's never a dull moment. He's such a great friend, also.
My other best friend is Max Evans. There is so much to say about him. I'll start off by saying that I am head-over-heels in love with the guy. I know, I said he was my best friend, but that doesn't stop me from having romantic feelings toward the guy. I've known him since the good ole sandbox days, but I haven't felt things for him since Junior High. He still views me as a friend, so I haven't ever confessed my love for him. I don't want to lose a friend, or worse, scare him off.
Isabel Evans is one of my good friends. I'm only friends with her through Alex because she is his girlfriend. When I first met her, she was the bitchiest girl I've ever known. It takes some time to knock down the walls of ice surrounding her heart, but once you do, there's no way you can't love the girl. She is such a caring, loving person.
Micheal Guerin is one of Max's good friends and Maria's current boyfriend. Through these people, I've gotten to know Stone Wall Guerin, and we've gotten quite close. We don't have all that much in common, but the guy is fun to be around.
So, that pretty much covers all the people in my life. Now, I'll let you read about our interesting (ha) lives in Roswell. Keep in mind that this is Roswell.
Yes, I know that part was extremely short, so I'm going to give you the first part too! Chalk it up to a generous mood. ~Kristen
PART 1 . . . Slippery When Wet
"You're late for your shift," Maria chirped as I ran down the stairs from my apartment leading to the Crashdown, pulling my antennae head band on as I went.
Oh, that's another accessory that accompanies our uniform. Yes, they do look like alien antennas, and they're sparkly! No, I'm not kidding. My life really is that sad.
"I've still got 30 seconds," I said breathlessly as I checked my reflection in the mirror and headed into the dining room. I picked up my order book and looked around the room. Quite a few people were there, but it was a Saturday morning, after all.
"So, what time do you want me to pick you up Friday to go to the party?" Maria asked casually as she walked into the dining room behind me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Uh, no time 'cause I'm not going to that stupid party," I said as I headed over to the group of guys sitting in my section. I plastered on my happy hostess smile before approaching them.
"What can I getcha, guys?" I asked as they ogled me.
Did I mention that I hate these uniforms with a fiery passion? I think I should sue my father for emotional damages. I am a young, impressionable teen, after all.
"That depends. Are you on the menu?" a guy with sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes asked with a coy smile. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the cheesy remark.
"Has that line ever worked for you?" I asked, keeping my smile in place. He frowned at me as his friends chuckled.
"Well, I've never wanted a waitress before, but you seem to be quite the catch," he said, his smile back on. Lord almighty, give me some strength. It is way too early to deal with guys like this.
"Save it for a trout. Look, if you're not going to get anything, then just leave," I said rather impatiently.
"Give us a round of cokes, sugar," Rico Suave said, flashing me a grin.
"Ok, I'll be back with your drinks in a second," I said, flashing them another smile before I headed behind the counter to the soda machine.
"Is 9:45 alright with you?" Maria asked as I started to fill their drink order. "I was thinking that we didn't want to get there too early or else we'd be branded dorks, but we don't want to get there to late either. What do you think?" she said in one breath.
"Maria, get this through your thick skull: I'm not going!" I cried, slamming down a cup full of coke on the counter and spilling it all over the floor. I groaned and grabbed a rag off the counter.
"But it's going to be so much fun, Liz!" Maria said, throwing her hands up in the air, as I bent down to clean up the spilt soda.
"I'm not going," I said for about the thousandth time that day.
"A lot of people will be there."
"Not even Adam Brody could get me there," I mumbled from my crouched position on the floor. Now, that's saying a lot 'cause Adam Brody is one hot piece of man. He was so damn cute on Gilmore Girls!
"A certain dark haired hottie will be there," Maria said, breaking me from my fantasy of me, Adam Brody, and a can of whip cream.
"Oh, and who would that be," I asked as if I cared. Which I didn't.
Ok, maybe a little.
"Max Evans," she said in a nonchalant type of voice. I immediately popped up only to realize that there was still a massive amount of soda on the floor.
Too late. I ended up on my back, the wind knocked right out of me. So, there I was, on the stcky floor. The sticky floor that also had about a hundred food scraps all over it. Eww...
"Oh my God, Liz, are you ok?" Maria shrieked as she bent down to help me up. I couldn't really answer her considering that I could barely breathe on my own.
Oh my God, I can't breathe! I'm going to die at the age of 17! I'm going to die a virgin! Oh my God, my cherry's still hasn't been popped and I'm about to die on a sticky, greasy floor in the middle of a cheap-ass dinner!
Just then, Maria came crashing down on top of me as about three other people piled behind the counter. Those three would be none other than Alex, Isabel, and finally Max. Oh Lord, take me now.
Huh, I didn't even realize they were here. Well, that just goes to show what happens when you get caught up in your work. Or at least pretend.
"Oh my God, where's Liz?" I heard Isabel ask in a frightened voice. I could hardly answer her as I was still shocked, and just now regaining control of my breathing ability.
It was just in...out...in...out. Ok, I'm good. I'm cool.
"Under Maria," I choked out as she still hadn't gotten off of me. Oh, I think I'm about to pass out from lack of oxygen. The girl looks tiny, but she weighs as much as a Buick.
"Maria, get off her!" Isabel screeches. Well, it's nice to know someone still cares about my health. Isabel is definitely getting a Christmas Card from me. Maria, however...
Suddenly, I felt Maria shaking on top of me. Oh my God, the girl's becoming epileptic! What to do, what to do?!
"Maria!" I yelled hoarsely 'cause I still couldn't breathe all that well.
"I k-killed L-Liz," came Maria's broken voice.
Dear Lord, the girl was sobbing. Not just my-cell-phone-is-out-of-minutes sobbing but my-puppy-got-ran-over-by-an-eighteen-wheeler crying.
"Maria, you didn't. I'm fine. Just please get off me!" I said, trying to cheer her up, but the sobbing didn't stop. Did I mention that she was a drama queen?
Just then Maria was lifted off me, and I took a moment to thank God for small miracles.
Oh, air! How I missed that greasy food smell! I took in big gulps of air, and I still could hear Maria's sobbing. I looked up to see her wrapped in Alex's arms as Max and Isabel looked down at me.
Oh, please tell me my underwear isn't showing. I looked up at Isabel and she quickly looked down then back up in my eyes, her own eyes wide.
Yep, my underwear was showing. At least I chose the sexy pink ones. Now we know that there is a silver lining to every cloud.
I leaped up like a salmon, only to realize that there was still coke on the floor. This time, however, as I started to slip back down to the ground, a pair of strong arms gripped mine tightly.
Those arms belonged to a certain dark-haired hottie. Ooer.
"You ok?" he asked me, concern showing in his amber eyes. Oh, look at the little gold flecks in them. It's like gold fish swimming around in chocolate pudding. Oooh, pudding.
"Liz?" Isabel's voice snapped me out of my daze. I refocused on Max to see him still staring at me with concern.
"Yeah, I'm good," I answered, turning to Maria who was still sobbing uncontrollably into Alex's chest. He looked kind of freaked out, but kept on patting her back.
Yep, our Alex is a trooper. Not many men can stand the sight of a blubbering female.
"Maria?" I asked loudly, trying to be heard over her sniffling and grunting.
Yes, I said grunting. Don't even ask.
"L-Liz?" she asked, turning around to face me. I gave her a reassuring smile. Then she pounced on me like a lion on a baby gazelle.
"Maria, don't kill her," Isabel said kindly as Maria smothered me in a huge hug.
"Yeah, it's ok, Maria; I'm fine. No harm done," I said, forcefully pushing her back. Times like those are when the "2 feet only" rule comes in to play.
"I am so sorry, Liz!" she said, trying to pull me into another hug, but I kept my vice-like grip on her arms, preventing her from getting near me.
"Well, not that I don't like to see some girl-on-girl action, but I think you two have some angry customers waiting," Alex said. Thank the Lord for this boy.
"Yeah, we need to get back to work," I said, trying to reach my back to wipe off some of the nasty food scarps, comfort Maria, and straighten my head band all at the same time.
"Here," Max said, straightening my head band for me. Oh, I think I just got shivers in my scalp. What a strange feeling. Strange, but nice.
"Thanks," I said, giving him a small smile in return.
"Oh, and I like the underwear," he said, nudging me playfully. I took on that nice deer-caught-in-the-headlights look that men find oh so attractive.
Just friggin' great.
So?? You like or should I give it all up for a job in the traveling circus? Let me know! ~Kristen