Author: Me
Kippy1932@aol.com Rating: YTEEN
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the show, actors, writers, producers, network, or characters in Roswell.
I only wish I did.
Summary: Max's life begins to change more than Michael and Isabelle would like as he becomes more and more frustrated with living in the background
Category: M/L or Other
Author's Note: As promised I am posting all the installments of this series. Here's the second preceded only by Not So Secret Admirer, followed by the Walls Come Crumbling Down, Walking Away, No Rhyme or Reason, Learning to Live Again, Choices, Gone ‘til November
Max Evans stood in his driveway tossing his University of Arizona basketball through the hoop in his front driveway. It was just beginning to get dark, that time of day when there's a bit of a haze over everything around you. A haze, Max thought to himself, that's what these past few weeks have been. It was all pretty unreal the more he thought about it. One day he'd been quietly pining over Liz Parker and the next he was going out with her. Well sure he wasn't really going out with her, they were just friends - at times incredibly awkward friends. She was going out with Kyle, she had been for almost two months. Liz talked with him about it, she talked to him about everything. And although it was almost painful for Max at times to listen to her talk about her relationship with Kyle he'd come to the conclusion that being friends with her was better than simply being on the outside looking in. Now he was involved in her life.
He bent down to pick up the basketball as it bounced off the backboard. What was really going on with him and Liz?? They were friends, awkward friends who spent much of their time staring at each other. He drove towards the basket and effortlessly layed the ball in the hoop. But he had always stared at Liz. Only for the past few weeks had his stares been returned. Isabelle and Michael knew now. They weren't happy but they knew and they lived with it. Isabelle had accepted and even sympathized with the fact that her brother couldn't simply sit back and watch Liz from a distance any longer. Both she and Michael kept a close monitor on their friendship however. Making sure that it went no further than a friendship. Dribbling
the ball between his legs, Max cut to the right of the basket, stopped, and layed an easy jumpshot through the hoop.
"Hey.." Isabelle stepped outside. She was wearing a loose fitting pair of black sweatpants and a plain long sleeved cotton shirt.
"Hey," Max stopped dribbling the ball and he did a double-take at his sister's wardrobe. "No date tonight?" he smiled innocently and she simply shrugged.
"What about you?" she inquired.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he looked at his sister though he knew what she was referring to.
"I mean you going to meet Liz at the Crashdown?" Max looked towards the ten foot basket, releasing the ball from his hands. It sailed through.
"She's doing something with Kyle tonight," Max dismissed the issue and Isabelle moved under the basket to gather the ball for him. As soon as the ball entered Max’s hands he released it towards the hoop. For the first time in the fifteen minutes he'd been out in the driveway shooting baskets, the ball hit the front rim and bounced to the ground.
"It really bothers you doesn't it?" Isabelle questioned as she failed to retrieve the basket this time, just watched her brother jog under the basket to pick it up himself.
"Kyle and Liz? no, I-"
"Max don't lie," Isabelle started to say and Max looked over at her.
"Look Iz, I'm fine with it - I play basketball with Kyle sometimes, I hang out with Liz. Nothing else..."
"Speaking of which. Max, have you even talked to Michael today?" Isabelle questioned.
"Yeah sure I have..." Max continued to take shots from far out and avoided any form of eye contact with his sister.
"When? You didn't hang out with him fifth period? you were with Liz in the bio room, and I saw him alone in the caf - "
"We were making up a lab -"
"Max, you're ignoring him," Isabelle finally stated what had been bothering her for the past week. Max opened up his mouth to say something but Isabelle interrupted, "between review sessions with Liz," there was something about the way she said the words that made Max finally look her in the eye, "and six hour basketball tournaments with Kyle you -"
"I play whenever they need an extra man - it's not like I'm there every day after school."
"No, you're at the Crash after school 'til it closes," Isabelle attacked.
"You guys can come with me? Not like I make it a solo affair.."
"What so we can watch you stare at Liz for two hours? I think I'll pass."
"What - did you come out here to criticize me? Forgive me for having a life.."
"That's the whole point Max, we're not supposed to-"
"-not supposed to have a life?" Max continued and the way the words came out of his mouth made Isabelle sigh loudly.
"Not supposed to get involved."
As Max walked through the halls of West Roswell High School, his sisters words kept ringing in his ears. Not supposed to get involved. He knew that was the motto that he, Michael and Isabelle stuck to. They had stuck to it since the fifth grade. Since Isabelle had first been invited to a classmate's birthday party. But now things were different. He saw Liz from down the hall and his heart began to beat so loudly within his chest he could hear it. Not be involved with Liz? That was impossible now that he knew what it was like to be with her. It was like asking him to stop breathing, stop eating. He needed Liz to get through the day. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted Michael. He appeared to have been looking at Max from his slouched position next to the water fountain, but as Max began to walk over towards his friend, Michael quickly turned on his heel and walked in the other direction. Max rushed up to join him at his side.
"Hey Michael," he greeted, attempting to sound as casual as possible. Michael ignored him. "Michael?"
"Look, I know you were goin’ to see Liz - why don't you just not try to -"
"Michael I wasn't going to - " he glanced behind him, Kyle had now joined Liz. "I wasn't going to Liz." Michael simply glared at him.
"You were going to go to her. If you two are in a four mile radius of each other you'll end up together," Michael gave his friend a thoroughly disgusted look.
"She's going out with Kyle," Max stated as if that resolved anything in his life.
"Don't give me that - Face it Max, you've got a whole new life now. With Liz. Forget our sacred pact, forget all the promises, forget - oh yeah, the secret that your life depends on."
"You're overreacting Michael, I catch a milkshake at the Crash it doesn't mean my entire life is-"
"Hey....Evans," Kyle suddenly called as he brushed past Max with Liz joined at his side. "Paulie's out today," he stated as if no other explanation was needed, tossing a basketball into the air. Max just nodded his head slightly, mumbling a subdued yeah and realizing that what Michael said was right. His life had changed.
Max didn't actually talk to Kyle outside of the basketball court. In fact they hardly talked on the court. But when Kyle told him that Paulie was out, or that Rich had to bail early it was a command to be at the courts at 3:30 after school. A two on three shirts and skins game was ongoing after school that Wednesday. Max had been attending an after-school biology tutoring session - with Liz of course. He had received a B minus on his last test, a grade marginally lower than his norm and as part of mandatory class policy had to attend the after-school review session - taught of course by Liz. Not like it had been forced upon him or much of punishment. He wished he could get bad grades more often. Kyle had been on his back as he arrived late to the court however. Max was the secret to his teams success, at the moment they were losing. He and Senior Rob Archie, simply Archie to everyone, were glad to see Max jog onto the court.
"Bout time Evans," Archie commented, none too happy about Max's tardiness. Archie didn't care why Max was late, he was here now. Archie was a lanky 6'4 and he and Max along with Kyle made a good team. He didn't know Max too well, he hadn't even had a conversation with him over six words. Max didn't talk much when he played. Like today, he simply stripped his shirt off to join he and Kyle on the skins team and jumped into play.
His impact was quick. It took no more than two minutes for him to cut the deficit in half. He shot threes, he could drive to the hoop, he could pass, he could defend. And for all that he did, he never once said a word.
"Evans, how come you weren't at tryouts last month?" Archie asked, his voice had a sense of hostility in it. "The team could use you, man." The fourth year Senior starter again said it more as an intimidation than a compliment - at the moment the West Roswell Comets were having their fair share of woes. They had a meagre .500 record, and the wins they had attained were a struggle. Kyle was the only underclassmen on a Senior-laden roster. Max didn't respond and Kyle suddenly spoke.
"That's not Max's thing," he commented and the way which he said made Max jerk up his head.
"Why is it not my thing?" he spoke for the first time in two weeks. Kyle picked up his head, he hadn't expected Max to say anything. The four other people on the court had hardly known what his voice sounded like.
"What?" Kyle was beyond surprised that Max had said anything.
"I was...I was just curious why you said it wouldn't be my thing."
"Well Max, you're just not..." Kyle actually laughed slightly, "you're not real involved."
Max shuddered at Kyle's last words, a chill going down his spine thinking of how Isabelle had said exactly that the other day. Thousands of thoughts running through his mind, Max simply left the issue alone and as Archie finished tying his shoe he jogged back on defense.
The matter didn't arise again that afternoon. Archie seemed to dismiss the notion of Max joining the team, Kyle dismissed Max's sudden defensiveness and Max dismissed Kyle's comment. The next play he'd simply taken the ball and cut through Rich and Ben, laying the ball into the hoop. He looked out across the courtyard and saw Michael and Isabelle walk by as he drove to the hoop. They both glared at him as they walked silently on the other side. They glared at him as Kyle screamed out in celebration that Max's layup had put his team in front. They glared at him as he reached up with his long arms and blocked the shot of Rich Rundgen, passing it down the court to the awaiting Archie for two more points. Max actually
smiled then as his team went up by even more and as he looked to Michael and Isabelle glaring at him, he just glared back. Michael and Isabelle on one side of the fence and he on the other.
Dinner at the Evans house was quiet that night. Max hadn't spoken to Isabelle since he had seen her walk by the courts - he knew it was juvenile to give her the silent treatment, but suddenly he didn't care anymore. What did Michael and Isabelle want from him? To live an unhappy, miserable and lonely life in the background? Unnoticed, undisturbed. He knew that the latter was exactly what they had aimed at for the past six years but the more he thought about it the more he wondered why. How did other people perceive them? How did Liz see him? Isabelle had friends, she was different - almost like the exception to their rule. So why was he denied an exemption from it? All the thoughts raced around his head as he sat at the dinner table quietly cutting his chicken cutlet. He hadn't even realized his parents were talking to him until his father actually yelled at him from across the table.
"Huh? What?" Max jerked his head up suddenly.
"You gonna eat the dinner your mother made, or you just going to play with it?" his father scolded him as Max pushed the peas all over his plate, staring down at the food and not at anyone.
"Oh, sorry..." he put his fork down.
"Y'okay, Max? You seem a little - off - today?" his mother inquired. Isabelle kept her mouth quiet at the other end of the table.
"Yeah, I'm - I'm fine..just - tired is all," Max assured his mother. Tired is right he thought to himself.
"Yeah I bet," Isabelle suddenly commented, "after playing basketball for four hours." The comment stung, as much as Max wanted to pretend it didn't. It hurt hearing his sister talk to him like that, Isabelle was more than his sister she was his best friend. He was quiet however. "How was the game, Max? Hope it was worth it?" She spat again and both parents seemed utterly confused by her sudden spitefulness. Again Max didn't say anything. "Oh real mature, Max! What are you just not going to talk to me for the rest of your life - oh wait, you should be just fine - you've got plenty of other friends!" Mr. Evans dropped his fork now and was about to intervene when Max finally said something.
"And what about you? You go out almost every weekend - with guys - you have more friends than I could even hope for, " Max said the statement with some sadness in his voice and he started to continue, when Isabelle interrupted.
"It's different Max, don't even go there, you're not being careful, you don't know what could happen, we can't just -"
"Isabelle I'm not talking about this here," Max ground his teeth together, reminding his sister that both their parents were sitting at the table with them.
"Talk about what - kids, what is going on?" their mother suddenly inquired and Max put his hand to his forehead, as if he had the most mind-numbing headache imaginable.
"When are you going to talk about it? After it's too late?"
"It's not going to kill me to get involved a little!" he stated the thoughts that had been racing through his mind.
"Involved a little? If this has anything to do with Liz -"
"Liz, Liz who???" Mrs. Evans inquired again but Isabelle continued.
"-then you and I both know it's not just involved a little."
"Leave Liz out of this -" Max defended.
"Whose Liz??What Liz?" Mrs. Evans continued to question while Isabelle continued her onslaught.
The words were flying at him from every angle. Isabelle criticizing him about everything and anything, his mother inquiring about Liz, his father inquiring him about what the problem was and he suddenly stood up from the table - unable to take it anymore. Throwing his napkin onto the table he grabbed his jacket and began to walk towards the front door.
"Max where are you going?"
"Max get back here!" both his father and mother ordered but the door slammed shut.
Max hadn't even bothered to get his jeep, he had just stormed out of the house and down the road. He didn't know where he was going, he was just walking. Away from home, away from the problems there - from Isabelle, from his parents so in the dark about everything in his life. He hadn't meant to end up at the Crashdown, but somehow after hours of walking around the streets of Roswell he did. The store was closed up, the windows dark. He suddenly remembered that Liz had told him how sometimes at night she stayed up on her balcony and he found himself walking towards it.
It's October 25, I'm Liz Parker and I'm confused. Confused about everything. The more time that I spend with Kyle the more I realize he's not the person I really want to be with. Because Kyle doesn't give me chills everytime I'm with him, my heart doesn't skip a beat every time he enters a room. Only one person does that to me. And each day that goes by that I spend with Kyle and not with him I just get more confused.
"Liz!" Max called down from the sidewalk. He wasn't sure if she was up there or not, but he called her name anyway. More than he had ever hoped in his life, he hoped that she was up there. "Liz!" he called hoarsely again.
Liz hadn't believed it the first time he had called her name. She'd known who it was the moment she heard it and the goosebumps began to appear, she just hadn't believed it. He need not call her a third time, she slipped her pen inside her journal, closed it and walked to the ledge.
"Hey.." she smiled shyly leaning over the ledge. There was Max, standing with his hands at his sides peering up at her.
"Can I come up?" he asked boldly and she was a bit taken aback.
"Umm...yeah, yeah sure - what're you, what're you doing here, Max?" she turned her back to doublecheck that her journal was out of sight. When she turned back around Max was hoisting himself over the edge. "It's late.." she stated, not sure of what she meant. Not as if she wanted him to go. She just spoke to fill the awkward silence she knew would develop.
"I know, I just..I had to...I -" Max stuttered, unsure himself as to why he had come. He couldn't help it, it was as if there was a force that had drawn him to her balcony, to her. "I wanted to talk to you." He finally made out. Liz did all she could to keep herself from fainting right there and she felt her face go hot. It was dark out, hopefully he couldn't see.
"What's up?" she asked, her voice wavering as she tried to control herself from saying something else. Something she might regret. Max sat down on the lawn chair Liz had been laying on before he came. She sat down next to him.
"When you look at me - do you...." Liz sat down beside him.
"Do I what?" she moved her face closer towards his.
"I mean before last month...before - like last year and....even now - would you.." Max stammered.
"Would I what?" Liz smiled, as again she questioned his purpose in coming here tonight. His face was only inches from hers and she was looking up at him, staring at him so intensely Max thought he would die right there.
He turned his head forward, "would you say I'm not involved?" he finally asked.
"What do you mean not involved?" she questioned, trying to pretend she wasn't frustrated that he had turned his head the other way, that she wasn't disappointed.
"I mean..." Max paused and lowered his head into his hands, "I don't - I don't know what I mean...I'm sorry." He apologized standing up and Liz got to her feet too.
"No, I'm glad you came..." she said quietly, not believing that she'd actually said that out loud. What was she doing? She might as well have just read him her entire journal. Read him the pages and pages of entries she had written about him.
"You are??" He asked softly, " 'cos I was - I was afraid maybe I....I woke you up."
"You didn't," she smiled, shaking her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. More than anything in the world Max wanted to reach out and touch that hair.
"Good..." Max mumbled as he used all the control he had to keep his hands at his sides. But again both their faces moved closer together. "I better go..." he said weakly, taking a step back.
"Okay..." she, for some reason, nodded her head in agreement.
" 'Night.." he said softly, walking to the edge and climbing over.
"Good night.." she mumbled back as his head began to disappear behind the ledge. "Oh and Max!" she suddenly called and rushed over to the edge, looking down at him. "Just because you're not on student government and you don't play seven varsity sports," she laughed at the last comment - knowing she was thinking of Kyle - "it doesn't mean you're not involved..."
"He climbed up your balcony??" Maria exclaimed as she and Liz worked behind the counter of the Crashdown Saturday morning. Liz just nodded, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she hoisted a new tray of coffee cups up onto the counter. "Did he say why??" she inquired.
"He started to ask me something about...I don't know about being involved or something, I didn't really - "
"Like his lack of involvement?" Maria was quick to comment and Liz suddenly found herself rushing to Max's defense.
"He is too involved...I mean he might not seem - "
"Let's see: does he have a friend other than his sibling." Maria said it more as a statement than a
question..
"Michael," Liz was quick to say.
"Whose not an ex-convict." her friend added.
"He has me..." Liz said softly and Maria glanced over at her friend.
"Mmmm, so you're admitting there's a friendship there?"
"A friendship? Yes," Liz nodded her head, "I mean...yeah, Max is my friend,'' she stated as if she
were assuring herself more than anybody else.
"He's your friend?" Maria doublechecked.
"Max is my friend," she loudly announced to herself and in the process the entire diner. There weren't too many people in on Saturday morning luckily, but as Maria picked up her pot of coffee and looked up she saw the entire Evans family standing in the doorway. Maria gulped loudly and nodded her head, quickly making a bee-line for the kitchen. Liz was about to scurry after her friend but Mr. Evans spoke loudly.
"Do we just seat ourselves?" he questioned loudly and his voice echoed throughout the room.
"Yeah dad, just - just sit where you want.." Max dismissed his father before Liz could answer, almost a bit embarrassed as he ducked into the closest booth he could find. It wasn't his normal booth and he found the Crashdown didn't have the same appeal it always had without seeing Liz.
"I don't see why you made us come here," Isabelle grumbled irritably, getting up at eight AM not being one of the highlights of her weekend.
"Well you kids always hang out here, and we never go out to breakfast anymore -" Mrs. Evans began.
"And we thought it'd be a good time to talk about what exactly happened last night during dinner." Mr. Evans stated and everyone looked down the table to Max.
"Max?" his mother questioned but Max didn't respond.
"Max what was that?" his father interrogated, referring to his dramatic exit last night. Max's eyes were shifting every which way but at his parents and just before either said another thing Maria stepped up to the table to take their drink orders. It was no doubt weird for her to be serving her two classmates in such a formal manner but she had seen the uncomfortable look on Max's face as she and Liz had debated who was going to serve them from their vantage point behind the counter. Knowing that her timid friend wasn't going to go up, Maria grabbed her order pad and came to Max's rescue. He looked at her gratefully as she explained to his parents what exactly was inside a Neptune Omelette and Isabelle just looked at him.
The two still had hardly spoken at all since their argument last night and their parents were more than curious to find out why the two, who were normally best of friends, were in such a face-off. Mr. Evans was reading the back of the menu, which described in detail the rumored 1947 Crash and the series of events that had trademarked the town of Roswell ever since.
"You kids never got into that stuff, huh?" he commented as he finished reading it and looked on all the walls at the signs about UFOlogist meetings and conventions, interviews and conferences with those who had achieved rumored direct contact. "That whole alien thing..." Isabelle and Max just looked at each other quietly, a nervousness about the two of them sensing that each and every thing they did would make themselves too obvious.
"Well Izzy at least went to that Crash Festival last month, Max - do you just not find it interesting at all?" his mother asked genuinely curious, although Max heard it as a direct interrogation.
"I don't know...the novelty kind of wears off after a while..it gets old," Max attempted an excuse.
"That's all you think of it - a novelty?" His father raised his eyebrows, "you don't think there's even the slightest possibility of life on other planets?" Max shifted his eyes around nervously again and he looked towards Isabelle.
"Well there's always the possibility...but, come on, little green men with antennaes?" Isabelle said honestly, answering for her brother and Max picked up his head, seemingly in agreement with her statement.
"Yeah," was all he said. Mr. Evans just shrugged as he put down the menu.
"Well Max, you did have your space-camp phase.." he laughed and Isabelle suddenly joined in, smiling for the first time in two days.
"Oh my God...Max's space camp phase!" Isabelle looked towards her brother smiling widely "you kept trying to convince mom and dad to let you try out for DoubleDare because the main prize was a trip to space camp.." she laughed at the memory and Max just looked down at the counter sheepishly. Pouring coffee at the next booth over, Liz couldn't help but overhear the conversation and smile.
Liz and Maria burst through the back door of the Crashdown hurriedly at 4:13 Wednesday after school.
"God Liz, we are so late - your dad's gonna kill us!" Maria threw her bookbag down and seized her uniform. Liz didn't comment on the criticism she was sure would await her and her friend and immediately began changing. "Why does Kyle have to do that?" Maria asked exasperatedly, referring to the way Kyle had stopped Liz and Maria on their way out of school and interrogated Liz. Liz just rolled her eyes, obviously no more happy about the matter than Maria.
"I guess he feels like he has to check up on me..."
"That's just sad - I mean he knows you work at the Crashdown every day after school." Maria fixed the antennae headband onto her head and smoothed out her apron.
"I don't know, I think he saw me talking to Max after Bio Monday..." Liz dismissed tying her hair back in the regular ponytail .
"Mmmm - what about?" Maria inquired.
"About....bio," Liz sputtered and she quickly headed into the kitchen, leaving Maria standing there with a wide grin on her face. Liz could lie all she wanted Maria knew that when Max and Liz got together they talked about anything but bio.
"So Liz you want to take the counter? I'll take the room?" Maria attempted to hide her smile as she entered the main room and joined her friend. They looked out into the room, the group of orthodontists that had been making the Crashdown a living nightmare for the past week was seated at the first four tables, there was a group of Kyle's friends wedged into a booth and Sheriff Valenti was seated at a table by himself. Suddenly the door swung open and bookbag slung over his shoulder, Max entered the Crashdown. He didn't seat himself immediately, he just stood in the doorway and stared up at Liz behind the counter. "Forget it.." Maria whispered as she began to take orders of those sitting at the counter, leaving Max and the room to Liz.
Max walked over to his typical booth, and though he was smiling he couldn't help but note that for the fifth straight time he was coming into the Crashdown alone. He was sitting in the booth without Michael and Isabelle. Well that is if you didn't count Saturday morning with his family. It was the only time Isabelle had even been pleasant to him since last week. And he missed his sister, he missed Michael. As much of a dream it was to be with Liz, to be friends with her, to be able to talk to someone other than Michael and Isabelle he began to wonder if it was worth it.
"Hey Max," Liz approached the booth, "get you something?" she questioned casually.
"Cherry Coke," he responded automatically and Liz mouthed along to the familiar order - Max got Cherry Coke everytime he came in.
"Nothing else?" she grinned and Max scanned up and down the menu. He glanced up at the clock on the wall and shook his head.
"I'm gonna be eating dinner in a couple hours - just uh - some Saturn Rings."
"Okay," the smile remained on Liz's face as she nodded her head, "there's an uh - " she motioned behind her to the tables of orthodontists, "an orthodontists convention, so it might be a little...slow coming out." Max shook his head and smiled.
"I'm not in a rush."
Just as there had been Friday afternoon last week, Friday afternoon the following week there was a shirts and skins game ongoing on the front basketball courts of West Roswell. Max had just set Archie up for a spectacular alley-oop and they were jogging back to line up on defense when Liz suddenly walked by on the other side of the chain link fence.
She glanced over once, knowing that it was Kyle and his friends but did a doubletake as she saw that Max too was on the court. She knew he played every now and then, but when she saw him drive down and lay the ball in the hoop and sprint down the other way she stopped in her tracks and just watched him. She hadn't realized he was that involved in the game, she hadn't realized that the other members on the court actually knew his name. She watched him as he defended his basket, bumping and moving underneath it amongst the other boys. She didn't even realize she was staring at him and his bare chest until Kyle called her name.
"Hey Liz, y'okay?" He called from the basket, holding up his hand signally a break in the game.
"Huh?" she jerked her head over to face Kyle.
"You were just kinda...blankin' out there - had me kinda worried," he said honestly. Liz breathed a sigh of relief as she realized he hadn't seen that she had been staring at Max. Max almost seemed to be hiding behind Archie and she could hardly see him. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, obviously agitated and awkward at being at the same place with both Kyle and Liz. She could just barely see the side of his face, but her eyes were fixated on the small portion of him she could see and she hardly heard what Kyle was saying to her. "So we're on for tonight, right? Just a coupla movies? Not too late?" Max listened quietly in the background and he motioned for the basketball from Rich and began shooting the ball while Kyle and Liz continued talking about their date tonight. The four others on the court remained quiet, but Max was noisily dribbling and shooting the ball through the clamorous chain net. The more Liz and Kyle talked about that night, the louder Max dribbled the ball.
"Yeah, my Grandma Claudia is coming...tonight..so - I can't stay that late."
"You can or you can't? Max - cut it out for a minute, gimme the damn ball - " Kyle suddenly barked irritably, the combination of gardeners next to the court and Max shooting and dribbling under the basket made it hard for Kyle to hear Liz's soft voice. Almost like a scolded puppy, Max silently stopped and walked to the front of the net with the rest of Kyle's friends, handing Kyle the basketball.
"Hey, Max," Liz suddenly greeted quietly and casually.
"Hey," Max mumbled, looking down to the ground. Kyle guickly glanced curiously at both Liz and Max and continued his conversation. Liz nodded her head to everything that Kyle said, but she hardly heard anything, her eyes remained on Max.
Mrs. Evans had called Max inside for dinner three times that night, as he stood in the driveway continuing to shoot baskets. The fourth time, Isabelle stormed out to get him.
"Max!!" she yelled angrily, "Max - listen to mom!" she yelled again but Max continued to shoot the basketball.
"Be in in a minute.." he told her between breaths and Isabelle noted that not one of his baskets so far had gone in.
"Max, just come inside," she said frustratedly yet Max continued. Over and over he would release the ball from his hands and every time it would bounce off the front of the rim or off the back of the back board or sometimes miss the net completely.
"Liz going out with Kyle tonight?" she broke the empty sound of the basketball bouncing on the ground in a rare gesture of friendliness, though her voice had spite in it more than anything. Max just looked straight ahead at the basket and swallowed. "Look Max, just come in and have dinner okay - you're being disrespectful to-"
"I have to make a basket," Max stated and continued.
"You don't have to," Isabelle argued and Max finally looked over at her.
"I can't go in without..." he sought for the right word, "I have to make a shot."
"God when did basketball become so important to you!?" Isabelle asked as she began to storm back into the house to which Max had no answer. She stopped midstride suddenly and spun back around to face him. "I mean you already played at school for two hours - you come out here and you play. You...you're with Liz after school," Isabelle's voice actually began to waiver, "you haven't even spoken to Michael or I all week..." and a solitary tear suddenly dripped down her face. Max dropped the basketball. "Max, I'm sorry..." Isabelle finally uttered. "I'm sorry for...for - telling you, you couldn't have a life - and you couldn't make friends..'cos I realize that I do.." she paused momentarily. "But they're not Max," she whispered, "they're not my friends, they're not even close to it...and when I see you and Liz - ....I'm more lonely than you are because at least you have her." Max didn't say anything. He would have never imagined that Isabelle would be jealous of the life he lived. Isabelle had all the girls envying her - even the Senior girls, she had all the boys knocking down her door. Max was just Max. "And Michael..." Isabelle just held her hands up to her face. "Michael doesn't have anybody - he has us and that's it. And if you're not there..."
"I can't go back in the shadows, Iz - I can't." Max stated firmly.
"I get that Max, but this whole you and Liz thing..." Isabelle made a face and Max just looked at her, the way he had for the past week. Isabelle caught herself but before she could continue their mother ordered them inside as their dinner was getting cold, leaving the conversation unfinished. That's just what the whole he and Liz thing was. Unfinished. Always getting interrupted - by one thing or another. Their relationship didn't progress, there was nothing to worry about. That's what he continued to tell himself though he knew how far from the truth it was. He thought back to Friday night, how close he'd come to kissing her, how close she’d come from kissing him. Too close. His mind drifted back to her words after he had apologized for coming over. I'm glad you did. Or not close enough?
Walking into his room from the kitchen the same words kept flashing through his head, the same thoughts. Too close or not close enough? He always analyzed the things that occurred between he and Liz to no end, never actually attaining an answer or conclusion to anything. It was so different from when he was actually with her. Then he didn't have time to analyze, he didn't have time to think. Everything he did just happened. It was like he had no control.
"Max - answer your phone!" Isabelle yelled from behind her door, interrupting Max's thought process. He jogged towards his bedside to pick up the phone, but his answering machine had already started. ~ Hi it's Max - I'm not here right now but leave a message ~ came the recorded message.
"Hi Max," the voice on the other line sounded and at the sound of it Max instantly snapped his head up. "It's Liz. Um, I'm at the hospital," thoughts immediately began to race through Max's head - Liz at the hospital, in the hospital. "Something happened to my grandmother," he felt guilty breathing a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help it, "y'know we don't know if it's serious, but...it seems really bad. I'm just..." there was a long pause and Max realized just how shaken up Liz was, the way her voice had begun to waiver. "...scared. Look I don’t even know why I called you, I guess I just wanted to hear your voice or something." And Max's heart stopped. "Um - now I just feel completely stupid. Look - you - don’t come here 'cos everyone's here...I'll see you at school tomorrow," she said awkwardly. "Sorry for the weird call. Bye" Max hit stop on his answering machine, then he rewound the message and listened to it again. And again. And again before he grabbed the keys to his jeep, his leather jacket and ran out the door.
Liz was standing nervously in the waiting room of the hospital with her family. Dr. Sanchez had just come outside with the revelation that her grandmother had had a stroke and no one in her family had said anything since. Kyle was standing awkwardly beside Liz. Their date had been interrupted as he and Liz had been returning to the Crashdown only to be greeted by an ambulance and her grandmother on a stretcher. Liz was looking down at the ground - her grandmother had had a stroke, her grandmother so full of life, so seemingly unstoppable was lying in a hospital bed. The doors suddenly swung open and Liz lifted
her head to see Max standing there, hands at his side just staring at her.
Kyle blinked twice to make sure it was really him. That his mind hadn’t been playing tricks on him. What the heck was Max Evans doing here? But Max didn't even notice Kyle. All he saw was Liz.
"Max..." Liz mumbled to herself, her mouth actually turning up at the corners. He walked towards her and she took a few steps towards him. "My grandmother just had a stroke..." she couldn’t believe the words that she was saying - it almost seemed unreal.
"Oh," was all Max could say, he didn't know how to react to news like that, especially when he could see that this person who mattered so much to him was so distressed over it, "I'm sorry." She just looked up at him and Max could see in her eyes that she'd been crying. His heart ached as he could tell just how hard saying those last words had been for her. "You okay?" he asked quietly what he had been worrying over since she had called him. She just nodded her head slowly. There was silence between them, that awkward silence that always developed after a while.
"You gonna introduce us?" Mr. Parker suddenly called to Liz and she quickly spun around, remembering that her parents were in the room. And Kyle. Max realized Kyle was in the room for the first time and he knew how odd it must look for him to be here.
"Everyone...this is Max," Liz introduced awkwardly and Max just looked at the surprised and confused parents.
"Max, what're you doing here??" Kyle suddenly asked loudly, his voice having a sense of animosity to it. Max's mind sought quickly for an excuse. He hadn't thought of an excuse when he had driven over, all he had been worrying about was Liz.
"My cousin had a car accident," he quickly spat out, "I don't think it’s serious." He couldn't tell if Kyle had bought it or not. He stood there with his arms folded as he watched the close and unspoken interaction between Max and Liz. Or maybe he was overreacting. Maybe Max's cousin had gotten into a car accident. Whose to say he hadn't. Then he thought about the news Archie had delivered to him the other day. How he had seen Max and Liz talking a little longer than normal at the Crashdown when she had taken his order. "I better go see if he's okay," Max turned around to head out the door and as he turned the corner and disappeared Kyle saw, out of the corner of his eye, Liz's saddened face watching him go.
Max walked through the halls of West Roswell attempting to be as unnoticeable as possible. Friday night had been a mistake. Of all the things that he'd done with Liz this had been the worst. He had hardly ventured out of his house all weekend, he hadn't even gone to the Crashdown, afraid that Kyle would be there or one of his friends. He had seen the way Kyle had glared at him in the hospital. Not like he could really blame him. It must have looked more than odd for him to have arrived at the hospital. He couldn't help but notice that Liz wasn't in school however, and his mind feared the worst. Liz never missed school.
Kyle must have realized it too because as he waited by Liz's locker seventh period and realized that she wasn't coming, he walked over to Max. Kyle had thought things through over the weekend too. He had been tempted to ask Liz that night in the hospital that night what exactly Max was doing there, but he knew it wasn't the time or the place. He had come to his own conclusions. Max was being a good friend. He had seen Liz on his way to see his cousin and stopped to see what she was doing there. That's what Kyle told himself, that's what he kept telling himself. So what if Max was Liz's friend? Alex Whitman was Liz's friend. Liz could have guy friends, that wasn't what bothered Kyle. It was the way that she had been around him. For that brief moment of time. Part of his head told him to forget about it, not to think too hard about Max's presence the other night. Max was a good guy. He was quiet and he didn't stir up trouble. He wouldn't get mixed up with Liz. Especially if he knew Liz was with him. And the entire school did. Max was just Liz's friend. He could live with that
"Hey Max," Kyle walked up towards Max and Max stiffened up. "You know where Liz is?"
"I uh....no," Max stuttered and he looked towards Kyle. He didn't look like he was coming over to interrogate Max or to threaten him. He looked casual so Max tried to be casual too. "I was about to ask you," he added jamming his hands in his pockets.
"You heard from her at all?" Kyle chewed his gum and Max just shook his head. "Hmm..." Kyle just scratched his head and walked away. Max stood with his feet rooted to the spot, standing next to Liz's locker as Kyle continued down the hall. He eyed Maria out of the corner of his eye as she walked down the hall with Alex. If Kyle came to him something must be up. He called Maria's name urgently, walking across the hall towards her. Max barely talked to Liz in school and he never talked to Maria to begin with. He called her name again and she continued to walk, almost seeming to dismiss it as a figment of her imagination. If Maria was confused, Alex was even more confused - as he was completely unaware that Max and Liz were even friends. Last time he checked they were lab partners and that was all. Maria continued down the hall and Max jogged past her so that he was standing in front of her as she walked forward. "Where is-" he suddenly caught how desperate he sounded and attempted to sound less pressing than he knew he had, "where's Liz today?" he questioned, attempting to be casual. Maria tried to suppress the smile she knew would emerge. Wait 'til Liz heard about this. Max interrogating her about where she was. Liz needed news like this to help cheer her up. Hell, Maria needed something like this to cheer her up. Grandma Claudia was almost like her own grandmother. "Is she - is she okay?" Max continued, "I mean I know about.." his voice grew quieter. "Is she alright?" Maria was about to burst and she was surprised she wasn't smiling from ear to ear as Max continued his interrogation about Liz. Alex just watched and listened to everything with open ears, completely confused by Max Evans sudden interest in Liz's life. Maria chose her words carefully.
"I think you should probably ask her yourself..."
Max walked tentatively around to the back entrance of the Crashdown - to the backdoor of Liz's house. It was mid-evening, the commotion in the Cafe had begun to die down and it was just barely beginning to get dark. He knocked on the door softly, afraid of the state which he would find Liz. He was expecting bad news as Maria hadn't answered him directly. Mrs. Parker opened up the door, and Max was caught a bit off guard. She looked tired and Max was sure under different circumstances the meeting would have been a bit more awkward, but she just smiled meekly.
"Hi uh..." he stumbled.
"Max right?" Mrs. Parker said with a sense of exhaustion. Max just nodded his head, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Liz isn't really - " Mrs. Evans began to say but Liz appeared behind her.
"It's okay mom," Liz dismissed her mother, walking towards the door. "I'm okay."
"You sure Lizzie? You should go rest -"
"Mom, I'm good..really," she looked at Max standing outside the door, "I'm fine."
"So..." Max inquired softly as the two walked down the street.
"So she hasn't woken up yet," Liz finished, saying it with a shakiness in her voice that had Max thinking she was about to break down any minute.
"I meant are you okay?" he asked, suddenly stopping in his tracks and looking at her worriedly. She was staring at the ground. "Liz?" he called her name softly and she finally picked her head up to meet his gaze.
"I'm just..." she sighed loudly, "I don't know this is all just like...it’s like a bad dream." Max was quiet as Liz stared into his eyes. He was looking at her the way he always did. The way that made her feel like she was the only thing in the world at that moment that mattered. "And I'm not waking up."
Isabelle had dismissed herself from her friends and pulled Michael into the eraser room fifth period to talk to him about everything she had discussed with Max about his relationship with Liz. Michael still refused to accept it.
"Michael he's just her friend."
"Don't tell me you believe that," Michael laughed. "That's just because she’s going out with the Sheriffs son. You and I both know that if she wasn't -"
"Max would still stay away from her," Isabelle defended her brother.
"Like he's staying away from her now?" Michael glared at Isabelle and she just looked down at the floor.
"We can't ask so much from him, Michael...I mean he tries - he really does." Michael laughed.
"Yeah he sure stayed away from Liz like he said he would."
"He's trying, Michael - but you can't make him - "
"He's not trying."
"He is," Isabelle almost yelled, "he is...we can't expect him to...they're just friends." Michael smiled at the statement and laughed to himself.
"They're not gonna stay friends Isabelle, you know that - you see the way he looks at her."
"I trust him."
"You want to trust him."
"He's not going to tell her - I do know that."
"How do you know he hasn't already? She could know about all of us." Isabelle rolled her eyes.
"God Michael, why are you always like this?"
"Like what?" Michael shot back, "I'm being safe. We can't get involved and Max knows that."
"Making a friend isn’t going to endanger our lives..." Isabelle began to slowly see the reasoning Max had been using on her for the past week. "You don't know what it's like for him..." she suddenly softened, "you don't know what it's like to have someone like that, that you feel like you can tell anything to - who you can have..fun with, feel normal with -" Isabelle said with a sense of longing in her voice.
"And you have someone like that?"
"No, but Max does..." Michael didn't respond, "Let him have her." Isabelle stated plainly.
"Have her?" Michael raised his eyebrows, suggesting more than Isabelle had intended in her statement.
"You know what I mean...let him...have a friend...let him - get involved. For the two of us at least let him get involved."
Maria's eyes remained fixedly on the eraser room and though she couldn't see anything through the frosted window pane she appeared as if she was watching an entire scene being played out on the glass.
"What're you looking at?" Max suddenly questioned, approaching Maria from behind. Maria turned around sharply, caught off-guard at Max's comment. She and Max had talked in the Crashdown after Max had spoken to Liz yesterday evening. He had even offered to help Maria who was short-staffed and manning almost the entire room alone. She had insisted that he didn't and though Max had persisted at first, he had finally relented - seeing Maria's stubborn resilience. In the small gesture however, he had simply shown to Maria that he wanted to be her friend. He knew he was part of Liz's life now - whether Michael and Isabelle liked it or not - and that being involved in that life meant being friends with Maria. She had returned the gesture, knowing full-well the same thing.
"Your sister just went in there with Michael..." Maria stated curiously, as if she was expecting an explanation from him. Maria couldn't help but notice it. Michael had entered the tiny room first. She had been watching him. She had been watching him for the past two years. Though she made cracks about him all the time, calling him an 'ex-con' or 'a juvenile delinquent', she couldn't deny the fact that she was attracted to Michael Guerin. Over the past two years he had become less of a scrawny little kid with an uncut mop of sandy blonde hair, into something she couldn't quite put her finger on. He was an enigma - the type of person her mother would call a 'vibrator'. He just sent out these vibes. Sure she had never talked to him, except once in the eighth grade when they'd been paired together on an English project (that she had ended up doing all the work on), but there was just something about him.
"Michael...Michael Guerin?" Max doublechecked and Maria just shook her head.
"Yes Michael - goes-to-class-once-a-month -Guerin," she couldn't help the comments that flew from her mouth. Max's mouth remained in a thin, straight line and Maria wasn't entirely sure why he seemed so upset. Before he could say a thing his name sounded from down the hall.
"Evans!! Evans!!" it sounded and both Maria and Max turned their heads. The cries continued and suddenly Kyle came sprinting down the hall. He was in his basketball warm-ups, and looked as if he had just run a ten mile race he was sweating so hard.
"Max," he uttered breathlessly, stopping next to a genuinely confused Max and Maria. "I've been looking all over for you...we need you." Kyle said desperately.
"Who?" Max asked naively, unsure as to what could be so important as to have Kyle address him in such an urgent matter.
"The team."