</center>Title: Let Go
Author: Icequeen
Rating: Mature (For now)
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don not own Roswell. Roswell, is owned by Melinda Metz, and Jason Katims. Just borrowing and having a bit of fun.
Summary: He met her on a plane. Smart, witty, charismatic; the perfect girl. So why can’t he let go?
A/N: This will completely be in Max’s POV and is a little different for me. I hope you like it
~*~Chapter 1~*~
I don’t know how I let myself be talked into this. My mother has insisted that I come home for a visit and after six months of putting it off I find myself on a plane headed for Roswell, New Mexico. I know, I know alien capitol of the world. I questioned my parent’s sanity when they first told me as well. For whatever reason they love it out there. Thankfully, they moved out here well after I was out of the house.
This will be my second visit since they moved here from Florida. Again ,I questioned them when they decided to move from the most humid place in the country to the desert. I came to the conclusion that my parents are strange and left it at that.
Two hours later, I’m not kidding, I make it to the terminal only to find that my flight has been delayed. Great! Maybe I shouldn’t go? I think it’s a sign. Luckily I brought my laptop and quickly boot it up to keep myself entertained. I connect to the WiFi service and look up when I hear people getting annoyed at the customer service agent. Why people think they can really do anything to get you on a flight boggles my mind. If the flight is delayed screaming like a freaking idiot isn’t going to help you. Whatever.
I’m in the middle of reading my e-mail when I get smacked in the back of the head by a rather large duffle bag.
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” I look over and wonder how the hell the girl I’m looking at is even moving the damn bag let alone lifting it. The thing outweighs her by at least fifty pounds.
“It’s ok.” She smiles and I go back to my e-mail.
“Crap! Crap crap crap.” I try to ignore her but it seems as if she’s having an issue.
“Are you alright?” I was going to be a typical New Yorker and ignore her but I decide to be nice.
“Yeah. I mean no. Well I must have left my cell phone at home and I wanted to call my parents to let them know I’m going to be delayed and I don’t have cash on me for the payphone.”
“Here.” I hand her my cell phone.
“Oh my God thanks!” She takes the phone and dials the number. I try not to listen to the conversations but she’s practically screaming into the phone. I guess I should call my parents and tell them the same.
“Thanks. My mom was in the restaurant so I had to scream.” She laughs and hands me back the phone.
“Your welcome.” I begin to dial my mothers number when she stops me.
“I’m Liz Parker by the way.” She extends her hand out to me.
“Max Evans.” I shake her hand.
“Nice to meet you.” I go back to checking my e-mail and notice that she has moved. I guess she went to a store or something.
What seems like a thousand hours later but is only two we start to board the plane. Thankfully I have a window seat, I hate sitting in the isle. I find my seat and put my bag in the overhead compartment.
“This is funny.” I turn around to hear a familiar voice.
“It is isn’t it?” I laugh and get into my seat. We sit and wait for everyone to get situated when I decide, out of freaking nowhere, to be nice again.
“Would you like to sit in the window seat?”
“Oh Thank you but no.” Ok? That’s odd but whatever. I look out the window and out of the corner of my eye I see that she already has her seatbelt fastened rather tightly around her waist. The pilot comes over the intercom giving us the weather report and flight information.
“Did he say rain?” She asks sounding frightened.
“He said chance of rain. It‘s not a big deal.” She shakes her head and grips the arm rest tighter if that’s even possible.
The plane starts moving and I see her close her eyes tightly.
“Have you ever flown before?” I ask.
“Just once, when I was a kid. I usually drive up to see them.” Her eyes are focused on the seat in front of her as if she’s searching for something hidden in the cloth.
“It’s not a big deal. Just try to relax, we’ll be there in no time.” I try to clam her down but I don’t think it worked since she’s back to closing her eyes tightly.
“Is there always this much noise?”
“Well yeah, it’s the engines that your hearing which is a good thing.” I laugh and get a smile from her.
“Your right.” She lets out a deep breath. She’s seriously freaking out and we haven’t even left the ground yet. I lean over and glance out the window to get a feel for how long until we take off.
“Do you fly often?” She asks.
“Yes. I fly all the time for work but not as much for pleasure.”
“What do you do?” she’s still starting straight ahead and it’s freaking me out a little.
“I’m a corporate lawyer.”
“I hate lawyers.” She says.
“Me too.” We both laugh and I’m glad I can take her mind off of things for a little while. I never wanted to be a lawyer, it just sort of happened.
We sit for a little while before the place starts moving in preparation for take off.
Her hand is turning white she’s grabbing the arm rest so tightly.
“Try not to tense up. Try to relax. Here, chew some gum.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a stick of gum.”
“You’re going to have to let go so you can take the gum from me.” I laugh but she still doesn’t let go.
“I can’t.” She says.
“Yes you can. It will only take two seconds. Here, I’ll even take it out of the wrapper for you. All you need to do is let go of the armrest for a second and grab
it.” I unwrap the gum and hold it out in front of her. With cat like movements she snatches the gum out of my hand and pops it into her mouth.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I look out the window and see that we are off the ground.
“You can let go now, we are off the ground.” She slowly turns her head and looks out the window then quickly looks straight ahead again.
“I’m sorry. You must think I’m crazy.” Kind of.
“Don’t worry about it. Lots of people are afraid of flying.” She’s quiet for a while and I go back to flipping through the magazine.
“I’m sorry to bother you. It’s just that I think the talking helps take my mind off the fact that I’m about ten million miles up in the air.” I smile and put the magazine away.
“It’s not a bother.” I turn slightly to face her and for the first time I take in her beauty. She has a quiet almost innocent beauty; it almost reminds me of…
“So is this trip business or pleasure?”
“Neither really. I’m flying out to see my parents after months of pleading.” She laughs.
“So am I. Well, minus the months of pleading part. They moved out here a few years ago and I haven’t been to see them.”
“I’ve only seen my parents twice since they moved to Roswell.” She stars laughing and I smile. I’m glad I could take her mind off of things.
“What? I know I know the alien capitol blah blah.”
“No, it’s not that.” She stops laughing. “That’s where I’m going too. My parents opened a restaurant out there a while back.”
“Well that is a coincidence. My father decided to move out here after retiring from his law practice. My mother doesn’t care where they live as long as she has a room with a ton of windows so she can paint.”
“My parent’s opened an alien themed restaurant called the Crashdown. They used to own a restaurant back home and took some time off but then decided that they weren’t cut out for retirement just yet.”
“The Crashdown? That’s interesting.”
“It fits I guess. So do you live in New York?”
“Yes, you?”
“No, I live in Jersey. Not too far from the city though.”
“Ahh a Jersey girl huh?”
“Shut up!” She smacks my arm and laughs. The stewardess comes around handing out drinks and we each get a soda. I’m tempted to get something alcoholic but my mother would smell it in a second. That would open up a Pandora’s box of shit I do not want to go through this week.
“So how long are you staying?” I ask then realize that it sounded like a cheesy pick up line.
“I’m not sure. My father is kind of sick so I don’t want to leave until he’s ok.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She looks upset and I curse myself for asking her now.
I Lean back in my chair and close my eyes.
“So do you have any siblings Max?” I can tell that she’s fishing for conversation and I bite.
“Yes I have a twin sister named Isabel.”
“I’m an only child. I always wished for a bother or sister when I was a kid. It must have been fun growing up with a sister.”
“Yeah if your idea of fun is her messing with your hair and threatening to tell on you if you say no.” She laughs; she has no idea how vicious Isabel can be when she wants to.
“It’s better then being alone trust me.”
“So I never asked you what you do for a living.” I finish off my soda and toss the cup in the bag the stewardess is bringing around.
“I’m an auditor actually.”
“Really?” I ask surprised.
“Yeah. I know I don’t look like the type but there is something about numbers that fascinate me.”
“Well it’s good that you get to do something that you love everyday.” I see her knee bouncing up and down.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah it’s just- I have to.”
“Go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
“So go.” She frowns and I wonder what’s wrong.
“You shouldn’t hold it. Just go really fast.”
“That would require me taking off my seatbelt.”
“And? The bathroom is right there.” I point to the bathroom nearby.
“Ok.” She quickly unbuckles her seatbelt and rushes off to the bathroom. I shake my head and sit back down.
Glancing at my clock I see that we have a little less then an hour before we land. Before I know it I hear her coming back down the plane. She’s running as if someone’s chasing her and I contemplate messing with her and not letting her back in her seat right away but decide against it.
“See, you made it.” She straps herself in pulling the strap so tight that I think she’s going to hurt herself.
“How much longer?” She asks trying hard not to look out the window.
“Not much longer.” I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s almost an hour longer.
We hit some turbulence and I should have been prepared for it but she surprised me when she latched onto my arm and dug her nails into my skin.
“What is that?!”
“It’s nothing. Just some minor turbulence. We may have gone through a cloud or something.” She lets go of my arm and I asses the damages.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you that hard.”
“It’s fine.” I lie. My arm is throbbing. I may need stitches.
We spend the rest of the flight talking about things here and there and before we know it we land without any trouble. Well any plane trouble that is. Let’s just say she freaked out a little and leave it at that. My mother is going to think I got a cat. A cat that hates me.
“Thank you. I’m sorry to have been such a pain but you helped me through it.” She says as soon as we get off.
“I’m glad I was able to help. I hope your father gets well soon.”
“Thank you. Have a nice time and stop by the Crash Down before you leave. I’m sure your parents will know where it is.”
“I just might. Goodbye, Liz Parker.”
“Goodbye Max Evans.”
I head to the carousel and wait for the rest of my luggage to come out before I step outside and get in line for a cab. The line is long as hell and I take a deep breath as I continue to stand.
“Your not taking a cab are you?” I hear her familiar voice ask me.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Do you have any idea how much that’s going to cost you? I rented a car, why don’t you let me give you a ride?”
“I can’t ask you to do that.” I turn around and fall back into place.
“We’re going to the same place, why would you want to stand here waiting for a cab that’s going to rip you off?” She has a point.
“Ok, but I’m paying for gas.”
“Deal.” I laugh and grab my bags following her to her rental car.
“Do you mind if I stop and get some food first? I was really nervous this morning and haven’t eaten all day.”
“It’s fine.” We get into the car and pull out of the airport.
“You can drive if you want while I eat.” She says pulling into a drive through. She asked if I wanted anything but I wasn’t hungry.
“I don’t drive.” I say then wish I hadn’t.
“Don’t drive as in don’t have a license or just don’t like to drive?”
“The latter.” She orders her food and pulls to the next window.
“Ok.” She shakes her head and grabs the bag of food. I can see the grease soaking through the bag already.
“You shouldn’t eat that stuff. Your clogging your arteries.”
“Oh God, your one of those aren’t you?” I watch her unwrap the burger and take a huge bite.
“I’m just saying.” She shrugs and continues eating.
I have to say that watching her devour her food while driving was entertaining.
“Do you mind if I call my sister?” I ask pulling out my cell phone.
“Not at all.” I hit the speed dial for her number and listen to the song ‘Stupid Girls’ by Pink come on. She has one of those phone where you hear a song instead of the normal ring. The song is classic Isabel.
“This is Isabel.” I can tell that she hadn’t looked at her caller ID.
“Hey, its’ me. I just got in.”
“Hey! How was the flight?” I hear a lot of commotion in the background and wonder where she is.
“It was fine. “ I don’t mention Liz, there is no reason to really. We talk for a few moments and she tells me that she will see me soon.
“So what are your plans while you are visiting your parents?” She asks after a few moments.
“Not much. I mean there isn’t much to do in Roswell anyway.”
“That’s true. I haven’t really spent much time there but I can tell it’s pretty boring. At least it will be a change of pace for you right? I mean get away from the busy New York lifestyle.”
“Yeah.” I lean my head back and try to enjoy the ride. Before I know it we are a few minutes from Roswell and I give Liz my parents Address. She quickly finds the street and pulls up in my parents driveway, I kind of wish she hadn’t. It’s not that I’m embarrassed but my I just saw my mother sneak a peak from behind the curtain and know that she’s going to ask a shitload of questions.
“Well I hope you have a good time. Don’t forget to stop by the Crashdown. I’ll make you an extra greasy burger.”
“Thanks.” I laugh and open the car door. “I hope your father gets well soon.”
“Thank you.” she smiles and I get out of the car and get my things. I watch her drive off and brace myself for the wrath of Diane.