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<center>Chapter 31
~Liz~</center>
“Miss Parker. My deputy here tells me that you have something urgent to tell me?” Sheriff Valenti says to me as his deputy escorts me into his office. He motions for me to sit in the seat across from his desk and I do as I’m told, still feeling a bit nervous about being here.
“Now, what seems to be the problem Liz?” He asks in a more friendly tone once his deputy leaves and shuts the door behind him. I relax a bit in my seat as I fumble around in my bag looking for the envelope that I received earlier.
As soon as my mind started to work again after I received the letter, I told Max I would call him later, hastily threw on my shoes and jacket and ran all the way here.
“I-I got a letter.” I say quietly as I hand Valenti the envelope. He studies it for a brief moment, turning it around in his hand and noticing that there’s no postmark or senders address.
“Who’s it from?” He looks at me curiously over the top of the envelope as he fumbles around in his drawers for something.
“I-I don’t know. But I think that it could be…” I leave the answer hanging because I know he’s thinking the same thing as me.
“How would they know that you’re here though Liz?”
“I don’t know.” I mumble as I look at my shoes.
The sheriff pulls out tweezers from his desk drawer and cautiously opens the envelope in anticipation for what comes next. He pulls out the small piece of paper, no more than ten centimetres wide and his eyes widen when he reads the words written in blood.
“Hansen, get in here, NOW!” Valenti yells into his phone on his desk as he places the piece of paper down on the envelope and lets out a deep sigh.
“Yes sir?” Hansen says in his distinctively southern accent as he opens the office door.
“Get forensics on the phone and ask them to send someone out immediately.” Valenti orders, receiving a nod from Hansen before he closes the door, once again giving us privacy.
“Sheriff… there’s something else I have to tell you.” I say regretfully. I guess now is the perfect time to tell him about what happened that night a month ago.
“Go on.” He urges me. I take a deep breath and continue, knowing that he’s bound to blow up at me for not reporting it.
“About a month ago, I was walking home from Maria Deluca’s house when someone started to follow me. It was one of his employee’s.” I say with guilt, never once looking up to see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you come and tell me about it? We could have stopped all this before it started Liz!”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think it was important.” I cry, pleading with him to see it from my point of view.
He lets out a small sigh and stand up, moving around his desk so he can sit on the edge and face me. It’s a common move when people are trying not to come off as a threat or competition, but an equal. I’m almost positive that he’s about to offer me a brandy and a cigar, but thankfully for me, he’s not a corrupt sheriff and instead he tries to talk to me about my ‘problem’.
“Liz, I realise that you thought it was best to keep it to yourself, so you don’t make a disturbance, but you have to see it from my point of view. These people that are after you wont stop until your dead. If it was up to them, you would have been dead a long time ago, but your father was a very well respected lawyer in Sante Fe, and he had many friends in the law enforcement industry, and all of them made me promise to keep you safe. Why do you think they sent you to live with your Godparents? According to all the papers, your Godparents live in California, not Roswell.
“We’ve had all of the best security over the prison that Marco Caprarelli is in, making sure that he has no way of communicating with anyone apart from prison guards. We made sure that there was absolutely no way for him to find you here Liz, and yet the minute that he did, you shrugged it off, like being killed was the least of your worries. Why didn’t you come and tell me Liz?” He asks me sincerely and I know that he’s expecting an answer, but I just can’t give him one.
“I think that you should tell your uncle and aunty about-”
“NO!” I cut him off, straight away refusing what he’s been trying to convince me to do ever since I came to Roswell. Being in alliance with the towns Sheriff isn’t exactly something that I want known around the town, hence another reason why I turned Kyle down. I really don’t want his dad breathing down my neck every time I’m over at their house.
“Liz, will you please just think about this for a moment? You are putting your Aunty and Uncle at risk every time you set foot in that restaurant. You are putting all your friends at risk every time you go somewhere with them. You are more importantly putting yourself at risk when you get stalked by one of Caprarelli’s hit men as your walking back from a friend’s house and don’t inform anyone about it! Now, its my legal responsibility to inform Jeff and Nancy about the dangers you and they are in, but since I respected your father too much, and you basically pleaded me not to, I left that chore up to you.
“Caprarelli has found you Liz. I don’t know how he did it, but I know that there are at least three of his best employee’s in New Mexico, or more specifically Roswell, and they have a job that wont be finished until your dead! You have to stop trying to protect everyone around you and start thinking about protecting yourself Liz. Please will you just think about this, if not for me, but for everyone that you’re putting in danger?”
I nod my head silently; knowing that the last thing I want is for anything to happen to my uncle or aunty because of me, but I just don’t know how to tell them. Or Maria and Max for that matter. How am I going to explain to the boy that I’m in love with that he’s now going to be a main target when the people who want me dead come looking for me, and that when he was being my ‘body guard’ he was potentially putting himself in more danger than he thought?
How the hell am I going to tell him?
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I leave the police station about an hour afterwards. It took an entire hour for Valenti to make me promise that if anything else happens to go to him straight away, and then he told me that forensics will look at the letter and he’ll get the results back to me in about two days, if there are any results. Caprarelli’s people are smart. They know what they’re doing and how to not get caught, so I doubt that they just happened to forget to wear gloves when handling the letter.
I can feel something. I know that something big is about to happen, and if what was written on the envelope is any indication, its going to happen soon. I also know that they’re waiting for the right time to strike, when I’ll least expect it.
Its times like these that I hate my father.
If he wasn’t such a good lawyer, Caprarelli would have never been convicted of murder and my family would have never had a bounty put on our heads… and my parents would still be alive.
I quickly wipe away the tears from my ears when I hear a familiar voice coming form across the street. His deep rumble has a soothing effect on me whenever I’m near and I once again have to pinch myself just to make sure that he’s really mine.
Tess. A scowl forms over my face as I hear him yell at he person who he’s standing with. I walk out from behind the 4wd that was blocking my view of the argument across the street from me and just watch Max. I’m eager to see what he’ll do when I’m not around. Will he pull her into his arms, kiss her senseless and then pull away so he can laugh with her about how well they’re both playing me? Or will he tell her to fuck off?
“You leave her out of this! I swear to God Tess, if you come anywhere near Liz or I ever again…” He yells, and I can see the veins bulging at the side of his neck from the anger she's causing him.
She whispers something to him before scampering off like the little dog she is.
Max stands there for a brief moment before he lets out an extremely loud sigh and covers his head with his hands and he tries to fight of the scream I know is inside of him right this second.
I take this as my cue to announce my presence and slowly walk across the street towards him and he tries to calm down his rapid breathing. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against his strong back as I breathe in his scent.
He jumps from the contact and immediately spins around, probably assuming I was Tess back for another round of ‘how dumb can I be’.
“Liz…” he gasps once he sees that it’s me and not Tess.
“Ruff day?” I ask huskily as he pulls me tight against him in a strong hug.
“God I needed to see you.” He whispers in my ear before placing a soft kiss against my lips.
“Wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head back and forth as his answer before gruffly telling me “No more talking” and taking my lips against his in a passionate kiss, pulling me tighter against his body.
Its then that I decide that he’s safer not knowing about how screwed up my life is. He has enough problems of his own without worrying about whether I’m going to be killed today.
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Hey everyone.
I know that i've been kinda slack in updating, and i'm sorry, its just that for the last few week's i've been absolutley swamped with real life, and i've had a serious case of Writers Block. And then, the other day, when the writers block finally packed up and left... my computer decided to be a shit and annoy me by re-starting itself at random times... thus everything on my computer that i didn't save would get deleted.
Grr, stupid technology.
Okay, it seems like most of you think that Liz is basically a nincompoop for her decision of not telling Max or anyone about the guys after her... but you have to remember she's scared and she thinks that they're all safer by not knowing. She also doesn't want to go and screw up their lives by saying "oh yeah, guess what guys? I have some assasins after me! How about that?"
Yeah, i know, crappy excuse, but hopefully it'll be kinda made clearer in the future. And i'm glad that i could answer your questions in the last chapter.
Chosen~Now: Rosie, you too are a nincompoop... but thanks anyway, i needed a good laugh
con angel: I'm back... do u still love me?
Anyway, thank you all so much for the fb, its really appreciated. Now, for the new chapter... oh Joy.
The last part of this probably makes no sense... but i can't write it any other way... so sorry
Love Kristen
<center>Chapter 32
~Max~ </center>
“Mmm…” Liz mumbles into my mouth as I run my hands over the soft skin of her back. How did I ever live without being able to do this? If just having the title of boyfriend allows me under the shirt privileges, then I’m not complaining.
The past two weeks with Liz have been perfect. Tess hasn’t tried anything since that day outside of the police station, and Kyle has been doing his best to not vomit whenever he see’s Liz and I together, so it’s all working out.
But something has been bothering me these last few days.
Liz.
There’s something wrong, and I don’t know what it is. She’s been acting basically normal these last two weeks, until I ask her why she was at the police station that day… that's when she goes all quiet on me, mumbling something about having to fix some last minute things about her parents.
Did I mention that Liz is a really bad liar?
I don’t want to force her to talk about it if she doesn’t want to, but I know that she's lying to me. I have this gut feeling that there’s something she isn’t telling me. Something big. And it’s pissing me off because I have no idea what it is!
Could it be something potentially dangerous? Could Liz be in some danger that I don’t know about? It would explain why more than once these past two weeks she's had to go and see the Sheriff. Last minute things to do with her parents would be just that, last minute. They would be over just as fast as they started, and definitely wouldn’t involve Liz having to visit the police station at least five times in the past week.
I don’t want to pry, and I wont make Liz tell me anything, but I just want to know why she's lying to me? I don’t expect her to tell me everything that she does 24/7, after all, we have only been officially dating for two weeks, but after everything that she's been through and how much she's opened up to me, it’s a mystery as to why she won’t at least act convincing when she tells me everything is just dandy.
What is so important that she can’t at least reassure me that nothing is wrong, instead of going quiet and changing the subject when ever I ask? I’ve been looking for clues everywhere, in everything that she's said to me this past fortnight and in how she acts, but I don’t know where to look.
How are you supposed to protect the ones you love if you’re searching for a needle in a haystack?
So instead I’ve chosen to leave it alone. I wont act suspicious and keep on bugging her about something she obviously doesn’t want to share, but that doesn’t mean that I wont be passively watching everything she does… in a non-stalker kind of way.
If you ignore my gut feeling that she's hiding something from me, then these past two weeks have indeed been perfect. And one of the things that have made it so perfect…
…after school make out sessions!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen… after school make out sessions. My parents both work until late, and Liz’s uncle and aunty are usually too busy with the Crashdown to notice me with my tongue down her throat, so we’re all good.
That's the thing I love about the Parkers; they trust Liz, which is more than I can say for my parents. As soon as they found out about me dating Tess my father sat down with me and went through the sex talk on several occasions, and now that Isabel opened her mouth about Liz and I… well, lets just say that the talk has once again taken a trip to my short term memory.
Yet I have never once seen Isabel have ‘the talk’, and her and Alex have been dating for quite some time now, and, against my wishes, I also found out that my sister was no longer so innocent, if you get my drift.
It’s kind of depressing that her and Alex have been going at it for at least a year, and even though I had one of the easiest girlfriends in Roswell, I’m still a virgin.
But there is no way in hell I’m complaining. I never really thought about it until Liz, but I want my first time to be with someone I love… and I’ve found her. Not that we’re ready to have sex yet, but I just like the thought of Liz and I making love for the first time and it being my first time… and I’m positive that it’ll be Liz’s first time aswell. I know I sound like I’m a cheesy romantic right about now, and maybe a little like a girl, but I want to have good memories of my first time, and I’m pretty sure Liz does aswell.
“Max?”
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus on a very ravaged looking Goddess who’s half laying underneath me. “What?” Liz is staring up at me with a concerned expression as she gently strokes my cheek. I must have gotten distracted and lost focus on what I was doing because I didn’t remember my lips being this far away from her a minute ago.
“Are you okay?” She asks softly, checking me over with her wide eyes to make sure I’m okay and not about to faint or anything.
“Yeah, I just spaced out for a sec. Sorry…” I say as I shift my weight onto my right arm that's laying on the bed next to her shoulder so I can grab her hand that's stroking my face with my left hand and entwine our fingers. I place a small kiss on her knuckles and rest my head on the pillow next to hers, our faces inches apart and our lips so close...
“What were you thinking about?” She asks me with concern written over all of her features, and if I’m correct, a little bit of fear mixed in.
“You.” I say simply and take her lips against mine, but I don’t miss the doubt that streaks through her eyes at my words.
If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Liz since I met her, its that she doesn’t trust others easily, and she especially doesn’t trust others when it comes to her. She doesn’t believe people when they call her beautiful, or smart, or a Goddess… and I know this first hand. She has this problem where she doubts what others think of her. Whenever she looks at herself she can never see past her flaws to witness what other people like so much about her.
But, I plan to change all that, and with a little help from Isabel, I plan to start tonight.
I attack Liz with my lips and pull her close to my body, so close that I think in any moment the two of us are just going to merge into one. She opens her mouth and I take the opportunity to snake my tongue into her mouth, something that I’ll never get tired of doing.
I love how Liz tastes. Her mouth, her skin… she's like chocolate, bad for you but my God it tastes so good that you just can’t help but become addicted.
Liz runs her small hand under my shirt and soft caresses my chest and I pull myself over her so I’m lying on top of her small frame, supporting myself with my arms that are placed on either side of her head so I don’t crush her.
I run my tongue over her bottom lip before placing scorching kisses over her jaw and down her neck, gently biting the skin and leaving my mark for all to see. She lets out a small moan in pleasure as I bring my lips back up to hers and I feel the sound vibrating throughout her body.
Did I mention that she’s a Goddess? If not, be sure to make a mental note of it right now. She’s a Goddess and more… there just aren’t enough words to describe how I see Liz, and I hope that that’s one of things I can get through to her tonight.
I want her to feel special, like she’s the most beautiful person in the world to me… because she honestly is, and I hate the fact that she always puts others before her, and she can’t seem to understand just how amazing she is to me. I hate that she can’t see herself as others see her.
And its not just because I’m utterly in love with her that I’m saying this. Its because its true. Ever since I met her, she has put others before her, given everything to everyone else and never once asked for anything in return… so tonight I hope to change all of that.
“Liz?” I whisper against her lips as I swipe her silky hair away from her face.
“Yeah?” She breathes heavily, her chest rapidly rising up and down below me. Oh God, I think I can feel her nipples through my shirt.
“Tonight…” I say quickly before I capture her bottom lip in between my teeth, causing her to emit another low moan from the back of her throat.
“Tonight what?” she whispers as I let her bottom lip go, running my hands over the exposed skin on her stomach. Its times like these I’m thankful for shirts that ride up.
“I have a surprise for you…”
She starts placing small kisses over the underside of my jaw as I inch my hands up further under her shirt so they brush against the bottom of her breasts.
“Mmm… don’t you have to work?”
“Nope.” I say as I gently cup her left breast in my hand, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort or anything to tell me that I’ve gone too far, but all I can see is her blackened eyes as she throws her head back with desire and groans when I start to massage her skin.
I don’t want to do this. I hate the fact that I’m about to do this… but I know that if I continue with this right now, in about five minutes my self control will be out the window and not even being striked by a lightning bolt will be able to stop me from doing everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing to Liz.
“Be ready at 7.” I pull my lips away from hers, and harshly pant out my last words before I disappear out her bedroom door, down the stairs and out the Crashdown doors.
I curse my self-control for leaving her ready and stunned form on her bed, and I’m paying for it now as I try and run out of the Crashdown with a hard on and hoping no one sees, but in order for tonight to happen, I have to keep her wanting. I still have no idea how I managed to do it, but my last words ring through my head and I can’t wait for tonight and the surprise I have planned for her.
TBC.... i honestly have no idea when i'll update this next, hopefully soon, as long as u guys keep on bugging me, but if i dont update for a while and you're really desperate to know whats the surprise is: USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS!
I know that i've been kinda slack in updating, and i'm sorry, its just that for the last few week's i've been absolutley swamped with real life, and i've had a serious case of Writers Block. And then, the other day, when the writers block finally packed up and left... my computer decided to be a shit and annoy me by re-starting itself at random times... thus everything on my computer that i didn't save would get deleted.
Grr, stupid technology.
Okay, it seems like most of you think that Liz is basically a nincompoop for her decision of not telling Max or anyone about the guys after her... but you have to remember she's scared and she thinks that they're all safer by not knowing. She also doesn't want to go and screw up their lives by saying "oh yeah, guess what guys? I have some assasins after me! How about that?"
Yeah, i know, crappy excuse, but hopefully it'll be kinda made clearer in the future. And i'm glad that i could answer your questions in the last chapter.
Chosen~Now: Rosie, you too are a nincompoop... but thanks anyway, i needed a good laugh
con angel: I'm back... do u still love me?
Anyway, thank you all so much for the fb, its really appreciated. Now, for the new chapter... oh Joy.
The last part of this probably makes no sense... but i can't write it any other way... so sorry
Love Kristen
<center>Chapter 32
~Max~ </center>
“Mmm…” Liz mumbles into my mouth as I run my hands over the soft skin of her back. How did I ever live without being able to do this? If just having the title of boyfriend allows me under the shirt privileges, then I’m not complaining.
The past two weeks with Liz have been perfect. Tess hasn’t tried anything since that day outside of the police station, and Kyle has been doing his best to not vomit whenever he see’s Liz and I together, so it’s all working out.
But something has been bothering me these last few days.
Liz.
There’s something wrong, and I don’t know what it is. She’s been acting basically normal these last two weeks, until I ask her why she was at the police station that day… that's when she goes all quiet on me, mumbling something about having to fix some last minute things about her parents.
Did I mention that Liz is a really bad liar?
I don’t want to force her to talk about it if she doesn’t want to, but I know that she's lying to me. I have this gut feeling that there’s something she isn’t telling me. Something big. And it’s pissing me off because I have no idea what it is!
Could it be something potentially dangerous? Could Liz be in some danger that I don’t know about? It would explain why more than once these past two weeks she's had to go and see the Sheriff. Last minute things to do with her parents would be just that, last minute. They would be over just as fast as they started, and definitely wouldn’t involve Liz having to visit the police station at least five times in the past week.
I don’t want to pry, and I wont make Liz tell me anything, but I just want to know why she's lying to me? I don’t expect her to tell me everything that she does 24/7, after all, we have only been officially dating for two weeks, but after everything that she's been through and how much she's opened up to me, it’s a mystery as to why she won’t at least act convincing when she tells me everything is just dandy.
What is so important that she can’t at least reassure me that nothing is wrong, instead of going quiet and changing the subject when ever I ask? I’ve been looking for clues everywhere, in everything that she's said to me this past fortnight and in how she acts, but I don’t know where to look.
How are you supposed to protect the ones you love if you’re searching for a needle in a haystack?
So instead I’ve chosen to leave it alone. I wont act suspicious and keep on bugging her about something she obviously doesn’t want to share, but that doesn’t mean that I wont be passively watching everything she does… in a non-stalker kind of way.
If you ignore my gut feeling that she's hiding something from me, then these past two weeks have indeed been perfect. And one of the things that have made it so perfect…
…after school make out sessions!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen… after school make out sessions. My parents both work until late, and Liz’s uncle and aunty are usually too busy with the Crashdown to notice me with my tongue down her throat, so we’re all good.
That's the thing I love about the Parkers; they trust Liz, which is more than I can say for my parents. As soon as they found out about me dating Tess my father sat down with me and went through the sex talk on several occasions, and now that Isabel opened her mouth about Liz and I… well, lets just say that the talk has once again taken a trip to my short term memory.
Yet I have never once seen Isabel have ‘the talk’, and her and Alex have been dating for quite some time now, and, against my wishes, I also found out that my sister was no longer so innocent, if you get my drift.
It’s kind of depressing that her and Alex have been going at it for at least a year, and even though I had one of the easiest girlfriends in Roswell, I’m still a virgin.
But there is no way in hell I’m complaining. I never really thought about it until Liz, but I want my first time to be with someone I love… and I’ve found her. Not that we’re ready to have sex yet, but I just like the thought of Liz and I making love for the first time and it being my first time… and I’m positive that it’ll be Liz’s first time aswell. I know I sound like I’m a cheesy romantic right about now, and maybe a little like a girl, but I want to have good memories of my first time, and I’m pretty sure Liz does aswell.
“Max?”
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus on a very ravaged looking Goddess who’s half laying underneath me. “What?” Liz is staring up at me with a concerned expression as she gently strokes my cheek. I must have gotten distracted and lost focus on what I was doing because I didn’t remember my lips being this far away from her a minute ago.
“Are you okay?” She asks softly, checking me over with her wide eyes to make sure I’m okay and not about to faint or anything.
“Yeah, I just spaced out for a sec. Sorry…” I say as I shift my weight onto my right arm that's laying on the bed next to her shoulder so I can grab her hand that's stroking my face with my left hand and entwine our fingers. I place a small kiss on her knuckles and rest my head on the pillow next to hers, our faces inches apart and our lips so close...
“What were you thinking about?” She asks me with concern written over all of her features, and if I’m correct, a little bit of fear mixed in.
“You.” I say simply and take her lips against mine, but I don’t miss the doubt that streaks through her eyes at my words.
If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Liz since I met her, its that she doesn’t trust others easily, and she especially doesn’t trust others when it comes to her. She doesn’t believe people when they call her beautiful, or smart, or a Goddess… and I know this first hand. She has this problem where she doubts what others think of her. Whenever she looks at herself she can never see past her flaws to witness what other people like so much about her.
But, I plan to change all that, and with a little help from Isabel, I plan to start tonight.
I attack Liz with my lips and pull her close to my body, so close that I think in any moment the two of us are just going to merge into one. She opens her mouth and I take the opportunity to snake my tongue into her mouth, something that I’ll never get tired of doing.
I love how Liz tastes. Her mouth, her skin… she's like chocolate, bad for you but my God it tastes so good that you just can’t help but become addicted.
Liz runs her small hand under my shirt and soft caresses my chest and I pull myself over her so I’m lying on top of her small frame, supporting myself with my arms that are placed on either side of her head so I don’t crush her.
I run my tongue over her bottom lip before placing scorching kisses over her jaw and down her neck, gently biting the skin and leaving my mark for all to see. She lets out a small moan in pleasure as I bring my lips back up to hers and I feel the sound vibrating throughout her body.
Did I mention that she’s a Goddess? If not, be sure to make a mental note of it right now. She’s a Goddess and more… there just aren’t enough words to describe how I see Liz, and I hope that that’s one of things I can get through to her tonight.
I want her to feel special, like she’s the most beautiful person in the world to me… because she honestly is, and I hate the fact that she always puts others before her, and she can’t seem to understand just how amazing she is to me. I hate that she can’t see herself as others see her.
And its not just because I’m utterly in love with her that I’m saying this. Its because its true. Ever since I met her, she has put others before her, given everything to everyone else and never once asked for anything in return… so tonight I hope to change all of that.
“Liz?” I whisper against her lips as I swipe her silky hair away from her face.
“Yeah?” She breathes heavily, her chest rapidly rising up and down below me. Oh God, I think I can feel her nipples through my shirt.
“Tonight…” I say quickly before I capture her bottom lip in between my teeth, causing her to emit another low moan from the back of her throat.
“Tonight what?” she whispers as I let her bottom lip go, running my hands over the exposed skin on her stomach. Its times like these I’m thankful for shirts that ride up.
“I have a surprise for you…”
She starts placing small kisses over the underside of my jaw as I inch my hands up further under her shirt so they brush against the bottom of her breasts.
“Mmm… don’t you have to work?”
“Nope.” I say as I gently cup her left breast in my hand, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort or anything to tell me that I’ve gone too far, but all I can see is her blackened eyes as she throws her head back with desire and groans when I start to massage her skin.
I don’t want to do this. I hate the fact that I’m about to do this… but I know that if I continue with this right now, in about five minutes my self control will be out the window and not even being striked by a lightning bolt will be able to stop me from doing everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing to Liz.
“Be ready at 7.” I pull my lips away from hers, and harshly pant out my last words before I disappear out her bedroom door, down the stairs and out the Crashdown doors.
I curse my self-control for leaving her ready and stunned form on her bed, and I’m paying for it now as I try and run out of the Crashdown with a hard on and hoping no one sees, but in order for tonight to happen, I have to keep her wanting. I still have no idea how I managed to do it, but my last words ring through my head and I can’t wait for tonight and the surprise I have planned for her.
TBC.... i honestly have no idea when i'll update this next, hopefully soon, as long as u guys keep on bugging me, but if i dont update for a while and you're really desperate to know whats the surprise is: USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS!
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Hey everyone. In case you all haven't noticed, this fic is the hardest for me to write for some reason, so thats why i have this entire screwed up posting thing. So um, sorry for the lack of updating.
Thank you all sooooo much for your fb, i really appreciate it.
Um, just a note for this chapter, this is the first real nookie scene i've ever written (come on, like you didn't know his surprise would be some nookie!?) so please be gentle with it. I'm kinda nervous about it, plus it was really hard to write. You all make it look so easy in your fics, but its really not that easy.
So yeah, enjoy:
<center>Chapter 33
~Liz~</center>
I throw my head back in ecstasy as Max does amazing things to me with his tongue. The talents that this man has… “Oh God…” I moan out, arching my back up into the air as Max sucks at my nipples. Moving the hand that was rested on the inside of my thigh, he moves around the material of my underwear and slides two fingers inside of, stroking my walls gently yet never stopping his ministrations with his mouth.
I can feel something coming on, something building up inside of me, something that feels so good. Max gently applies pressure with his fingers to a super sensitive part of me and its only a minute later when I scream out his name in pure bliss that I find out what its like to experience an orgasm.
Sure, I’ve tried it myself before, but I’ve never been able to complete the action… unlike Max and his hidden talents. I wonder if Tess misses this? Is that how he knew what to do? From all the times he and her had ‘practiced’ it?
Max removes his hand from my underwear and his mouth from my breast. I whimper at the sudden loss of his mouth on my heated skin but when he crawls up my body with darkened eyes, I somehow manage to smile even though I’m finding it extremely hard to breath. What he does to me…
He stretches out next to me, my back against his chest and his arms snake around my waist. Max nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, planting a soft trail of kisses down my exposed shoulder blade causing me to giggle as he nips at a ticklish spot on my skin.
“What?” Max chuckles when I start to laugh.
“Nothing.” I say, tying to swallow my mirth and act serious.
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” He asks in a playful tone, but I can sense a worry in his tone as well. Max is really worried about what I thought? If only he knew…
I turn around so my naked chest is pushing against his washboard abs and I’m momentarily consumed with the electricity I can feel running through my veins at such an intimate touch.
“ No Max… that was… wow…” I’m lost for words at how to describe how I felt from what he just did to me. I look up at his face sincerely before reaching a hand up to gently caress his cheek. I lean up towards his lips and kiss him softly, taking in his deep scent as I do so.
“I’ve never done that before either.” He blushes slightly with his confession and I suddenly feel… amazing. More amazing than before. Max had never done that before? Not even to Tess?
He obviously can see the question in my eyes because he plants a soft kiss on my lips before saying “I’ve never wanted to do that before… until now.”
I never would have thought that when I climbed into the Jeep with Max tonight, this is where I would have ended up, and this was what I would have been doing.
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Two Hours Before:
“Max… where are you taking me?” I giggle from my seat next to him in the jeep. He just simply looks at me with that sexy smirk of his as he reaches down and entwines our fingers, resting our joint hands on his lap before looking back to the road.
“Max…” I whisper as I shift in my seat next to him so my mouth is right next to his ear. I press my body up against his and try for a seductive tone. “Tell me where we’re going… please?”
He looks away from the road for a brief moment and stares at me with darkening eyes. I hear his audible swallow and I know that its working. Point one for Liz!
“We-we’re almost there…” He manages to choke out, but that’s all. Claiming defeat, I slump back down in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest and my best pouting face. I have no idea where we’re going. We’ve been driving around Roswell for at least ten minutes now, taking back roads and streets I’ve never seen before.
Just when I think I’m so lost I’ll never find home again, we turn down a familiar street and I let out a small, satisfied sigh. I hate being lost.
“Max, why are we at Michael’s?” I ask as he pulls into the driveway of Michaels apartment block. He just gives me that look again, that sexy smirk that makes me melt everywhere as he climbs out of the jeep and runs around to open the door for me.
Max was extremely tight lipped about where we were going tonight. He just said ‘somewhere’ when I asked, and nothing more. Did I mention I hate surprises?
“Maaaaaax….” I whine as I put my hand in his and step out of the jeep. He simply cut me off with a kiss, one not void of passion. Its time like these I wonder just what Max feels for me? I mean sure, he may have said he loved me once when he thought I was asleep that time in my room, but feelings can change. What if he doesn’t love me any more? Or what if he only meant it as in friendship love? I mean, I love Maria, but I don’t love love her…
I’m finding it hard to decide if I should tell him or not? What if Max rejects me simply because of the amazing feelings I have for him? I mean, I love him, and I think in all honesty I have for a while… its just, how do you tell someone that you love them if they haven’t officially told you yet?
“Close your eyes…” He whispers in my ear when he pulls away. I’m momentarily stunned from the kiss that it takes my brain a while to register his request. Damn him, that’s what that kiss was about. He knows the power he has over me and he’s using it to his advantage.
Bastard.
I comply anyway, closing my eyes and squeezing his hand tightly when he starts to pull me up what I can only assume is the driveway. A few seconds later we stop and I can hear the fumbling of keys next to me. I squint one eye to see where we are, but all I can see is Max inserting the key into the door.
“Eye’s closed Liz!” He demands, scaring the hell out of me. How the hell did he know my eyes – or eye – were opened? He’s not even looking in my general direction. Has he got some strange eye in the back of his head or something? Maybe some special talent for knowing when people are looking at him?
I hear the creaking of the door being opened before Max is pulling me inside. There’s a strong smell of wax for some reason, and… pizza? Why can I smell pizza? The door closes behind us and Max wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “Open them.” He whispers in my ear, nipping at my lobe and sending shivers down my spine.
“Oh my God!” I gasp when I open my eyes. Michael’s apartment is completely covered in candles. They’re everywhere, hundred of them, lighting up the place beautifully. There’s a large assortment of pillows on the floor creating a giant mattress and two boxes of pizza resting on the coffee table.
“Do you like it?” Max asks from behind me and all I can do is nod my head. This man is amazing…
“I-I wasn’t really sure what you wanted to eat so I just ordered some pizza.” He says nervously, pointing a shaky finger towards the coffee table. “Plus Michael wants the left overs so…”
I spin around in his arms and seal my lips to his, cutting off his speech. Max pulls me tightly against him, returning the kiss with as much eagerness as I’m giving him. His tongue plunging into my mouth and his hands roaming all over my body.
We pull away when oxygen becomes a necessity, resting our foreheads together. “You are amazing. Thank you…” I say sincerely, looking into his deep amber eyes. I just want to get lost in those eyes.
He places a soft kiss against my lips, a kiss that speaks volumes and its then that I know that its okay, that I can tell him how I’m truly feeling and he wont reject me… in theory.
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The half empty pizza boxes now lay discarded on the floor next to us as Max’s hand roam all over my body. After dinner we somehow ended up making out on the pillow covered floor, not that I’m complaining or anything. My legs entwine with his and my hands automatically go to the buttons on his black shirt that shows all of the right things. Did I mention how sexy he is?
Where did this courage all of a sudden come from? I’m surprised that I can actually undo the buttons my hands are shaking so much. Okay Liz, calm down, just calm down. You know what Max is like, and he wont take this further than what you feel is comfortable.
I push my hands under his shirt once all the buttons are undone and slide it off his shoulders, leaving it to fall to the floor next to us. I can feel Max’s hands resting at the hem of my shirt, unsure of what he should do now. Max pulls his lips away from mine and looks into my eyes for confirmation.
I smile at him and give a small nod, not letting my nervousness shine through because I know that if I do Max will undoubtably stop… and we so can’t have that.
He gently pushes the shirt up my small frame and pulls it over my head, carelessly throwing it behind him before sealing his lips to mine once again. He moves his trembling hand slowly up my body so he’s cupping my small breasts over the cotton of my bra.
I can’t help it, I break out in giggles from the contact and he just stares down at me with a confused face. He’s so adorable.
“W-what?” He asks nervously, afraid that he did something wrong.
“Um… cold hands.” Is my reply as I try and swallow my amusement.
“Oh, um, sorry.” He says with a small smile and blush. God I love this man!
Somehow we end up practically naked, with Max in his boxers and me only dressed in my underwear bottoms. The candlelight bounces of his perfectly tones skin and muscles and I let out a content sigh as he attaches his lips to my breast for not the first time tonight.
I can feel his want for me pressing against the inside of my thigh, the giant tent in his boxers not going unnoticed. Did I really cause that? Do I really turn Max on that much? Will wonders never cease?
Suddenly feeling brave, I snake my hand down his chest and to the muscles of his abdomen. His entire body tenses as I rest my hand there, not really sure of what to do next. Max removes his mouth from my breast and looks up at me with questioning eyes. I send him a loving smile as I try to reassure myself that I can do this without passing out.
I move my hand down lower, under the elastic of his boxers and through the patch of hair that conceals his most private parts. I feel something so soft but yet at the same time as hard as steal and I gasp in wonderment.
Max swallows hard when I wrap my small hand around his straining member. “Liz… you don’t have-”
“Shh.” I silence him with a kiss. “I want to… I-I’ve just… never done t-this before…”
I slowly start to move my hand up and down his thick member, unsure of myself and what I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t want to hurt him or damage him in anyway.
He plants soft kisses on my neck and shoulders and lets out a small moan in… satisfaction? It definitely didn’t sound like pain and yep, there goes another moan.
“Mmm… Liz.”
Ever so slowly Max hips start to move in time with my ministrations and I stare in astonishment at what I’m causing him to do. I go faster and move my hand from the base to the tip and back again. Minutes later I feel him tense and then let out a strangled cry as a warm sticky substance coast my hand.
“I-I-I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I… uh…” He says in complete horror and shame.
I silence his babbling with a powerful kiss, swiping my tongue in his mouth quickly before I pull away so he can catch his breathing. “I-I’ve never done that…”
“Yeah… I uh… I’ve never had anyone… d-do that…” Max confesses to me quietly. I kiss him again, but this time for longer, ecstatic that Tess never got this far with him and that we both shared our first time together.
Max pulls away a few minutes later with that sexy smirk just for me and a devilish glint in his eye. “Your turn.”
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“Baby?” Max whispers in the dark as we both drift off to sleep. The candles all burnt out at least half an hour ago and we have just been lying here since, talking about nothing and everything.
“Hmm…” I mumble in response. Wait, what? A small smile plays across my lips as I ask him, “Did you just call me baby?”
He seems to consider my question for a bit before answering me. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He smiles down at me in the dark, but I can tell it’s a nervous smile. He’s worried about my reaction.
“Hmm… I like it.” I whisper back to him, putting all doubts in his head to rest. This boy really has some self-esteem issues, but I’ll do anything I can to get rid of them for him.
“Really?” He asks me, tightening his grip around my waist, almost as if he’s afraid I wont be here when he wakes up.
“Uh huh.”
“Baby?” He asks a few minutes later and I can’t help the small smile that once again spreads across my mouth. I could get used the sound of his husky voice calling me baby…
“Mmm…” I’m so tired… must have sleep, now. I suddenly feel wide awake at his next words.
“I-I love you…” He blurts out, and this time I have the cheesiest grin ever on my face, but since it’s so dark in here, Max can’t see that and takes my silence as a bad sigh. “And it’s okay, you know, I don’t expect you to say it back or anything, I just wanted you to know that that’s how I feel and that…”
I cut him off with a passionate kiss and try to convey all my feelings through that one moment, but he keeps on talking into my mouth for a few minutes before he realises that I’m kissing him. I pull away and look into his deep amber eyes before I confess my heart to him.
“I love you too.”
TBC...
Thank you all sooooo much for your fb, i really appreciate it.
Um, just a note for this chapter, this is the first real nookie scene i've ever written (come on, like you didn't know his surprise would be some nookie!?) so please be gentle with it. I'm kinda nervous about it, plus it was really hard to write. You all make it look so easy in your fics, but its really not that easy.
So yeah, enjoy:
<center>Chapter 33
~Liz~</center>
I throw my head back in ecstasy as Max does amazing things to me with his tongue. The talents that this man has… “Oh God…” I moan out, arching my back up into the air as Max sucks at my nipples. Moving the hand that was rested on the inside of my thigh, he moves around the material of my underwear and slides two fingers inside of, stroking my walls gently yet never stopping his ministrations with his mouth.
I can feel something coming on, something building up inside of me, something that feels so good. Max gently applies pressure with his fingers to a super sensitive part of me and its only a minute later when I scream out his name in pure bliss that I find out what its like to experience an orgasm.
Sure, I’ve tried it myself before, but I’ve never been able to complete the action… unlike Max and his hidden talents. I wonder if Tess misses this? Is that how he knew what to do? From all the times he and her had ‘practiced’ it?
Max removes his hand from my underwear and his mouth from my breast. I whimper at the sudden loss of his mouth on my heated skin but when he crawls up my body with darkened eyes, I somehow manage to smile even though I’m finding it extremely hard to breath. What he does to me…
He stretches out next to me, my back against his chest and his arms snake around my waist. Max nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, planting a soft trail of kisses down my exposed shoulder blade causing me to giggle as he nips at a ticklish spot on my skin.
“What?” Max chuckles when I start to laugh.
“Nothing.” I say, tying to swallow my mirth and act serious.
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” He asks in a playful tone, but I can sense a worry in his tone as well. Max is really worried about what I thought? If only he knew…
I turn around so my naked chest is pushing against his washboard abs and I’m momentarily consumed with the electricity I can feel running through my veins at such an intimate touch.
“ No Max… that was… wow…” I’m lost for words at how to describe how I felt from what he just did to me. I look up at his face sincerely before reaching a hand up to gently caress his cheek. I lean up towards his lips and kiss him softly, taking in his deep scent as I do so.
“I’ve never done that before either.” He blushes slightly with his confession and I suddenly feel… amazing. More amazing than before. Max had never done that before? Not even to Tess?
He obviously can see the question in my eyes because he plants a soft kiss on my lips before saying “I’ve never wanted to do that before… until now.”
I never would have thought that when I climbed into the Jeep with Max tonight, this is where I would have ended up, and this was what I would have been doing.
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Two Hours Before:
“Max… where are you taking me?” I giggle from my seat next to him in the jeep. He just simply looks at me with that sexy smirk of his as he reaches down and entwines our fingers, resting our joint hands on his lap before looking back to the road.
“Max…” I whisper as I shift in my seat next to him so my mouth is right next to his ear. I press my body up against his and try for a seductive tone. “Tell me where we’re going… please?”
He looks away from the road for a brief moment and stares at me with darkening eyes. I hear his audible swallow and I know that its working. Point one for Liz!
“We-we’re almost there…” He manages to choke out, but that’s all. Claiming defeat, I slump back down in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest and my best pouting face. I have no idea where we’re going. We’ve been driving around Roswell for at least ten minutes now, taking back roads and streets I’ve never seen before.
Just when I think I’m so lost I’ll never find home again, we turn down a familiar street and I let out a small, satisfied sigh. I hate being lost.
“Max, why are we at Michael’s?” I ask as he pulls into the driveway of Michaels apartment block. He just gives me that look again, that sexy smirk that makes me melt everywhere as he climbs out of the jeep and runs around to open the door for me.
Max was extremely tight lipped about where we were going tonight. He just said ‘somewhere’ when I asked, and nothing more. Did I mention I hate surprises?
“Maaaaaax….” I whine as I put my hand in his and step out of the jeep. He simply cut me off with a kiss, one not void of passion. Its time like these I wonder just what Max feels for me? I mean sure, he may have said he loved me once when he thought I was asleep that time in my room, but feelings can change. What if he doesn’t love me any more? Or what if he only meant it as in friendship love? I mean, I love Maria, but I don’t love love her…
I’m finding it hard to decide if I should tell him or not? What if Max rejects me simply because of the amazing feelings I have for him? I mean, I love him, and I think in all honesty I have for a while… its just, how do you tell someone that you love them if they haven’t officially told you yet?
“Close your eyes…” He whispers in my ear when he pulls away. I’m momentarily stunned from the kiss that it takes my brain a while to register his request. Damn him, that’s what that kiss was about. He knows the power he has over me and he’s using it to his advantage.
Bastard.
I comply anyway, closing my eyes and squeezing his hand tightly when he starts to pull me up what I can only assume is the driveway. A few seconds later we stop and I can hear the fumbling of keys next to me. I squint one eye to see where we are, but all I can see is Max inserting the key into the door.
“Eye’s closed Liz!” He demands, scaring the hell out of me. How the hell did he know my eyes – or eye – were opened? He’s not even looking in my general direction. Has he got some strange eye in the back of his head or something? Maybe some special talent for knowing when people are looking at him?
I hear the creaking of the door being opened before Max is pulling me inside. There’s a strong smell of wax for some reason, and… pizza? Why can I smell pizza? The door closes behind us and Max wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “Open them.” He whispers in my ear, nipping at my lobe and sending shivers down my spine.
“Oh my God!” I gasp when I open my eyes. Michael’s apartment is completely covered in candles. They’re everywhere, hundred of them, lighting up the place beautifully. There’s a large assortment of pillows on the floor creating a giant mattress and two boxes of pizza resting on the coffee table.
“Do you like it?” Max asks from behind me and all I can do is nod my head. This man is amazing…
“I-I wasn’t really sure what you wanted to eat so I just ordered some pizza.” He says nervously, pointing a shaky finger towards the coffee table. “Plus Michael wants the left overs so…”
I spin around in his arms and seal my lips to his, cutting off his speech. Max pulls me tightly against him, returning the kiss with as much eagerness as I’m giving him. His tongue plunging into my mouth and his hands roaming all over my body.
We pull away when oxygen becomes a necessity, resting our foreheads together. “You are amazing. Thank you…” I say sincerely, looking into his deep amber eyes. I just want to get lost in those eyes.
He places a soft kiss against my lips, a kiss that speaks volumes and its then that I know that its okay, that I can tell him how I’m truly feeling and he wont reject me… in theory.
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The half empty pizza boxes now lay discarded on the floor next to us as Max’s hand roam all over my body. After dinner we somehow ended up making out on the pillow covered floor, not that I’m complaining or anything. My legs entwine with his and my hands automatically go to the buttons on his black shirt that shows all of the right things. Did I mention how sexy he is?
Where did this courage all of a sudden come from? I’m surprised that I can actually undo the buttons my hands are shaking so much. Okay Liz, calm down, just calm down. You know what Max is like, and he wont take this further than what you feel is comfortable.
I push my hands under his shirt once all the buttons are undone and slide it off his shoulders, leaving it to fall to the floor next to us. I can feel Max’s hands resting at the hem of my shirt, unsure of what he should do now. Max pulls his lips away from mine and looks into my eyes for confirmation.
I smile at him and give a small nod, not letting my nervousness shine through because I know that if I do Max will undoubtably stop… and we so can’t have that.
He gently pushes the shirt up my small frame and pulls it over my head, carelessly throwing it behind him before sealing his lips to mine once again. He moves his trembling hand slowly up my body so he’s cupping my small breasts over the cotton of my bra.
I can’t help it, I break out in giggles from the contact and he just stares down at me with a confused face. He’s so adorable.
“W-what?” He asks nervously, afraid that he did something wrong.
“Um… cold hands.” Is my reply as I try and swallow my amusement.
“Oh, um, sorry.” He says with a small smile and blush. God I love this man!
Somehow we end up practically naked, with Max in his boxers and me only dressed in my underwear bottoms. The candlelight bounces of his perfectly tones skin and muscles and I let out a content sigh as he attaches his lips to my breast for not the first time tonight.
I can feel his want for me pressing against the inside of my thigh, the giant tent in his boxers not going unnoticed. Did I really cause that? Do I really turn Max on that much? Will wonders never cease?
Suddenly feeling brave, I snake my hand down his chest and to the muscles of his abdomen. His entire body tenses as I rest my hand there, not really sure of what to do next. Max removes his mouth from my breast and looks up at me with questioning eyes. I send him a loving smile as I try to reassure myself that I can do this without passing out.
I move my hand down lower, under the elastic of his boxers and through the patch of hair that conceals his most private parts. I feel something so soft but yet at the same time as hard as steal and I gasp in wonderment.
Max swallows hard when I wrap my small hand around his straining member. “Liz… you don’t have-”
“Shh.” I silence him with a kiss. “I want to… I-I’ve just… never done t-this before…”
I slowly start to move my hand up and down his thick member, unsure of myself and what I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t want to hurt him or damage him in anyway.
He plants soft kisses on my neck and shoulders and lets out a small moan in… satisfaction? It definitely didn’t sound like pain and yep, there goes another moan.
“Mmm… Liz.”
Ever so slowly Max hips start to move in time with my ministrations and I stare in astonishment at what I’m causing him to do. I go faster and move my hand from the base to the tip and back again. Minutes later I feel him tense and then let out a strangled cry as a warm sticky substance coast my hand.
“I-I-I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I… uh…” He says in complete horror and shame.
I silence his babbling with a powerful kiss, swiping my tongue in his mouth quickly before I pull away so he can catch his breathing. “I-I’ve never done that…”
“Yeah… I uh… I’ve never had anyone… d-do that…” Max confesses to me quietly. I kiss him again, but this time for longer, ecstatic that Tess never got this far with him and that we both shared our first time together.
Max pulls away a few minutes later with that sexy smirk just for me and a devilish glint in his eye. “Your turn.”
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“Baby?” Max whispers in the dark as we both drift off to sleep. The candles all burnt out at least half an hour ago and we have just been lying here since, talking about nothing and everything.
“Hmm…” I mumble in response. Wait, what? A small smile plays across my lips as I ask him, “Did you just call me baby?”
He seems to consider my question for a bit before answering me. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He smiles down at me in the dark, but I can tell it’s a nervous smile. He’s worried about my reaction.
“Hmm… I like it.” I whisper back to him, putting all doubts in his head to rest. This boy really has some self-esteem issues, but I’ll do anything I can to get rid of them for him.
“Really?” He asks me, tightening his grip around my waist, almost as if he’s afraid I wont be here when he wakes up.
“Uh huh.”
“Baby?” He asks a few minutes later and I can’t help the small smile that once again spreads across my mouth. I could get used the sound of his husky voice calling me baby…
“Mmm…” I’m so tired… must have sleep, now. I suddenly feel wide awake at his next words.
“I-I love you…” He blurts out, and this time I have the cheesiest grin ever on my face, but since it’s so dark in here, Max can’t see that and takes my silence as a bad sigh. “And it’s okay, you know, I don’t expect you to say it back or anything, I just wanted you to know that that’s how I feel and that…”
I cut him off with a passionate kiss and try to convey all my feelings through that one moment, but he keeps on talking into my mouth for a few minutes before he realises that I’m kissing him. I pull away and look into his deep amber eyes before I confess my heart to him.
“I love you too.”
TBC...
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Hey everyone.
Thank you all for the fb. It really means alot to me. And look, i posted twice in two weeks! Yay! Lets see if i can post the next part same time next week?
My only note on this chapter will be:
Please don't hurt me!
Now, with that said....
<center>Chapter 34
~Max~</center>
I walk down the halls of West Roswell with confidence in my demeanour and a bounce in my step. After having the best night of my life last night, wouldn’t you? I smile just thinking about the goodnight kiss Liz and I shared after I dropped her home.
And you know what’s the best bit?
She loves me. Liz Evans… er, I mean Parker. Liz Parker loves me!
My smile all of a sudden falters when I see her standing there at her locker with Maria talking vibrantly about something. Forget butterflies, I now have the biggest mother fucking bats flying around in my stomach. Why am I so nervous? She had a good time last night too, didn’t she?
But if that was all it was? What if she woke up this morning and decided that she could do so much better than me? What if she thought that I took advantage of her last night or something?
Just breathe Max. Breathe. You told her that you loved her and she said it back… unless it was all some sort of joke? What if these past few months have just been some sort of elaborate scam to see if she could make me fall in love with her? Damn her and her brilliant mind!
Ok, remember when we talked about breathing? Now would be a perfect time to do that. Okay… one step, just take one step forward and the one after will come naturally. The next thing you’ll know is you’ll be standing right next to her at her locker.
Or I would have piss bolted like the little baby I am. Either way…
Oh my God, I’m moving towards Liz. When did that happen? Make it stop! Please, someone, anyone, make it stop! I don’t think I’m ready to face her today. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
She closes her locker and turns around, a brilliant smile lighting her face when she sees me moving towards her. Maybe it wont be that bad… right? At least she smiled at me.
Wait, what if it’s not at me, but at someone behind me. What if it’s her new boyfriend who’s standing directly behind me? Shit shit shit. I can’t do this today, or this week, or even this month for that matter.
Her smile falls and she takes a step towards me. This is it, this is the part where she tells me that she’s leaving me for someone who's more muscular and handsome and better at making her cum than me.
That bastard. I’ll teach him…
“Max? What's wrong?” Liz asks and places a soft hand on my cheek. She looks up at me with concern filled brown eyes and I melt. I can’t help it; this is what she does to me.
I plaster on the best fake smile I can, hoping to God that Liz can’t see through the act and find out just how nervous I am. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Now, a normal person would respond with something witty or charming, but me? I’m not normal now am I? So what did I do, you ask? I kissed her. I just needed to make sure that she was there with me and not off with the aforementioned muscular man doing things that should otherwise be left in the privacy of a bedroom.
I lean forward slowly and kiss her, caressing her soft lips with mine before I take her bottom lip into my mouth. I love her bottom lip. I hate to pick favourites, but I definitely love her bottom lip. She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her closer so her body is touching mine, much like we were last night.
“Mmm…” She moans softly as we pull away for air, our foreheads joined so I can look into her eyes.
“I love you.” I whisper so quietly that I’m not sure if I actually said it out loud or just thought it.
“I love you too.” She whispers back with a gorgeous smile on her curvy lips. I love her lips, so much. And don’t get be started on that bottom lip. Just one more kiss wouldn’t do any harm, right?
Right. I lean in towards her with the intent of another scorching kiss but instead something pushes hard against my chest forcing me to take a few stumbling steps backwards. I open my eyes to find Liz has also been pushed back up against the row of lockers and Maria standing in between us with her hands on her hips and her left foot tapping on the ground. She’s glaring at me like I killed someone and I know that its not a good sign.
We didn’t forget her birthday again, did we? I remember last time that happened she didn’t talk to any of us for a month, except Isabel. But then again, it is her own fault. She does this thing where she never tells any of us when it is because she doesn’t want us to make a deal about it, yet when we don’t give her a present because we actually didn’t know that it was her birthday, she throws a hissy fit and storms off. That’s what Maria gets for hanging around with a bunch of guys.
“Don’t you even think about putting those lips any where near Liz right now Mr. We have to have a talk.” She says, taking a step towards me. Ut oh. I’m afraid for all of my body parts right now, but there’s one in particular that would not only disappoint me if she hurt, but from last nights events I’m guessing Liz as well.
“I didn’t do anything Maria! I swear!” Oh God, now she has me squealing like a little girl. I look over her shoulder to see Liz standing there with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Fuck, what did I do? Now Liz is pissed off at me as well?
“You listen here Mr…” She starts, but is cut off by Liz’s angry voice.
“Ria!”
Oh, I get it, she's not pissed at me, but at what Maria’s doing… right? Please God I hope so.
Maria completely ignores Liz’s angry plea and keeps talking, jabbing in the chest with on finger and taking a step closer towards me. I walk backwards, trying to put some space between me and her but in the end it only gets me pushed up against the lockers on the other side or the corridor with Maria less than an inch away from me and breathing in my face. Hmm… I wonder if I can guess what she had for breakfast today?
“Don’t think that just because you told Liz that you loved her your little trick is going to work Max Evans. I know what your plan is and I swear that I would have to be dead before I let you even think about doing that to Liz!”
“Maria, even if you were dead you would probably come back and haunt us just so you could talk our ears off… Wait, what? What plan?” I’m pretty sure I don’t have a plan, unless she knows something that I don’t. But if it is my plan, shouldn’t I know about it before she does?
“Max, you’re a male, so I’m going to forgive for the haunting you guys thing, but all males have a plan when it comes to ‘chicks’. I’m just lucky enough that I caught onto Michael’s plan before he could really put it into action, and now I’m saving Liz from your plan.”
“Maria, what plan? I don’t have a plan!” I yell in frustration.
“Ria-” Liz tries again, but Maria once again cuts her off.
“Not now Liz, I’m trying to save you from a broken heart here. What plan, you ask? The plan that every guy has when he says that he really likes you and wants to be in a ‘relationship’, Maxwell!”
Great, now she's using Michael’s nick name for me. I look at her with an expression that clearly shows I have no idea what she's talking about. Maria just throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and lets out a huff.
“You want to get her into bed, Max! It’s the same plan that every male has when he goes out with a girl, and Liz better been damn thankful that I caught onto your plan before it was too late.”
“You are insane.” I sigh, looking at her with disbelief.
“You listen here Max. If you try anything, anything at all that Liz doesn’t want you to, or if you so much as shatter her heart one tiny little bit, my foot will be so far into your balls that you’ll need pliers to pull it out.” She says, giving me one last jab in the chest, which I’m sure will leave a bruise. Maria turns around to leave but stops mid stride when a though occurs to her. She turns back around to look at me. I swallow audibly at the look in her eyes.
The hug she gives me is only one sided as I’m fearing the safety of my family jewels too much right now to hug her back. She squeezes me tight, a little too tight, and then whispers in my ear, “Oh, and I always wear high heels!”
I watch as she struts away, rubbing my now bruised chest and cursing her name. Liz walks over to me with a sympathetic smile and places her hand on the sore spot. I immediately feel better just from her touch, but I don’t let her in on that secret. If she knows I’m feeling better she’ll stop touching me.
“Sorry about her. From the looks of it I’m guessing you didn’t know about your plan to get me into bed either?” She says with a light giggle.
“Nope, not a clue.” I smile down at her and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me before I grant her with a small kiss.
A thought occurs to me and I pull away to look down into her eyes. “I wonder if Michael knows that he has a plan as well? Or better yet, that Maria’s onto his plan?”
She bursts into full-blown laughter, the sound like music to my ears. She looks up at me and her eyes immediately darken. Liz licks her lips and leans in to whisper in my ear, trailing a seductive hand down my chest as she goes.
“So, I have trigonometry sixth period and I was thinking that maybe if you were free we could go to the eraser room and work some more on this plan of yours…”
Whoa, what? Is she suggesting what I think she’s suggesting?
“Um… o-okay…” I say with a squeaky voice, relighting a small giggle from Liz. I clear my throat and try again. “Sure.”
The bell rings overhead signalling the start of class, yet I don’t let her go. Instead I lean forward and seal my lips to hers, running my tongue along the her bottom lip and then sweeping it inside her mouth, drinking in her taste and never wanting to stop. This woman is amazing.
“Is it sixth period yet?” She mumbles when we pull apart, the look on her face clearly showing me her desire. God I love her.
“Soon baby, very soon.” I reply in a husky voice. I’m about to go in for another parting kiss but she tenses up in my arms, her entire face going pale and her eyes wide with fear. What did I do?
“Liz? Baby, what's wrong?” I ask, running a concerned hand down her cheek and neck, stopping when I reach her shoulder.
“W-what?” She says, shaking her head as if she was snapping out of a daze.
“Are you okay?”
“Um… yeah. I should… I should get to class. I’ll see you sixth period.”
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It’s been five minutes since sixth period started and I’m beginning to think that she's not coming. Was it something to do with what happened earlier? She said she was okay but the way she ran off makes me think otherwise.
The door behind me opens quietly and I turn around with a relieved smile on my face, expecting to see Liz there… but its not Liz.
The person locks the door, trapping me in the confined space that is the eraser room with them. Ahh shit.
“What are you doing?” I ask in disbelief. Doesn’t she ever quit?
“I’m meeting my boyfriend in the eraser room silly.” Tess giggles, approaching me with devilish eyes. Ahh crap, this is not good.
“Well, I’ll just leave you alone to wait for him.” I say, trying to bypass her but she grips my arm, successfully stopping my movements.
“Well that would be no fun. You are my boyfriend silly. Or did you forget?”
“Let go of me Tess.” I say in warning. There’s no point trying to explain to her again that we broke up over three months ago. It’ll just go in one ear and out the other. I’m starting to think that maybe she has no short-term memory, like the chick from 5o-first dates. Either that or she's just incredibly stupid.
“Or what? What are you gonna do Maxie?” She asks in an attempt at a seductive tone, backing me up against the wall. I’m stuck between her, a desk and another wall. There is no escape!
I open my mouth to speak, but all I get is lips.
Tess’s lips.
Against my lips.
Lips that are specially reserved for Liz Parker.
“Get off me!” I scream against her and push her away. In the process though, she runs a hand down my chest, gripping onto my shirt and ripping open the first few buttons.
I run over to the door and fumble with the lock. Damn it, why won’t it open?
Tess presses herself against my back, running her hands through my hair, messing it up in the process. The lock finally comes undone and I put all my weight onto the door, bursting it open… and I go flying across the deserted hallway.
Well, almost deserted, except for one person. This is not good. Not good at all.
Liz is standing there, looking from my deshelved appearance to Tess who’s standing at the door and licking her lips. I can see the tears sparkling in Liz’s eyes, threatening to cascade down her beautiful cheek. She must know that this isn’t what it looks like? That I would never do that to her?
She answers my silent question within an instant, her retreating back getting smaller and smaller before she pushes through the double doors, out of my sight…
TBC...
Thank you all for the fb. It really means alot to me. And look, i posted twice in two weeks! Yay! Lets see if i can post the next part same time next week?
My only note on this chapter will be:
Please don't hurt me! Now, with that said....
<center>Chapter 34
~Max~</center>
I walk down the halls of West Roswell with confidence in my demeanour and a bounce in my step. After having the best night of my life last night, wouldn’t you? I smile just thinking about the goodnight kiss Liz and I shared after I dropped her home.
And you know what’s the best bit?
She loves me. Liz Evans… er, I mean Parker. Liz Parker loves me!
My smile all of a sudden falters when I see her standing there at her locker with Maria talking vibrantly about something. Forget butterflies, I now have the biggest mother fucking bats flying around in my stomach. Why am I so nervous? She had a good time last night too, didn’t she?
But if that was all it was? What if she woke up this morning and decided that she could do so much better than me? What if she thought that I took advantage of her last night or something?
Just breathe Max. Breathe. You told her that you loved her and she said it back… unless it was all some sort of joke? What if these past few months have just been some sort of elaborate scam to see if she could make me fall in love with her? Damn her and her brilliant mind!
Ok, remember when we talked about breathing? Now would be a perfect time to do that. Okay… one step, just take one step forward and the one after will come naturally. The next thing you’ll know is you’ll be standing right next to her at her locker.
Or I would have piss bolted like the little baby I am. Either way…
Oh my God, I’m moving towards Liz. When did that happen? Make it stop! Please, someone, anyone, make it stop! I don’t think I’m ready to face her today. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
She closes her locker and turns around, a brilliant smile lighting her face when she sees me moving towards her. Maybe it wont be that bad… right? At least she smiled at me.
Wait, what if it’s not at me, but at someone behind me. What if it’s her new boyfriend who’s standing directly behind me? Shit shit shit. I can’t do this today, or this week, or even this month for that matter.
Her smile falls and she takes a step towards me. This is it, this is the part where she tells me that she’s leaving me for someone who's more muscular and handsome and better at making her cum than me.
That bastard. I’ll teach him…
“Max? What's wrong?” Liz asks and places a soft hand on my cheek. She looks up at me with concern filled brown eyes and I melt. I can’t help it; this is what she does to me.
I plaster on the best fake smile I can, hoping to God that Liz can’t see through the act and find out just how nervous I am. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Now, a normal person would respond with something witty or charming, but me? I’m not normal now am I? So what did I do, you ask? I kissed her. I just needed to make sure that she was there with me and not off with the aforementioned muscular man doing things that should otherwise be left in the privacy of a bedroom.
I lean forward slowly and kiss her, caressing her soft lips with mine before I take her bottom lip into my mouth. I love her bottom lip. I hate to pick favourites, but I definitely love her bottom lip. She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her closer so her body is touching mine, much like we were last night.
“Mmm…” She moans softly as we pull away for air, our foreheads joined so I can look into her eyes.
“I love you.” I whisper so quietly that I’m not sure if I actually said it out loud or just thought it.
“I love you too.” She whispers back with a gorgeous smile on her curvy lips. I love her lips, so much. And don’t get be started on that bottom lip. Just one more kiss wouldn’t do any harm, right?
Right. I lean in towards her with the intent of another scorching kiss but instead something pushes hard against my chest forcing me to take a few stumbling steps backwards. I open my eyes to find Liz has also been pushed back up against the row of lockers and Maria standing in between us with her hands on her hips and her left foot tapping on the ground. She’s glaring at me like I killed someone and I know that its not a good sign.
We didn’t forget her birthday again, did we? I remember last time that happened she didn’t talk to any of us for a month, except Isabel. But then again, it is her own fault. She does this thing where she never tells any of us when it is because she doesn’t want us to make a deal about it, yet when we don’t give her a present because we actually didn’t know that it was her birthday, she throws a hissy fit and storms off. That’s what Maria gets for hanging around with a bunch of guys.
“Don’t you even think about putting those lips any where near Liz right now Mr. We have to have a talk.” She says, taking a step towards me. Ut oh. I’m afraid for all of my body parts right now, but there’s one in particular that would not only disappoint me if she hurt, but from last nights events I’m guessing Liz as well.
“I didn’t do anything Maria! I swear!” Oh God, now she has me squealing like a little girl. I look over her shoulder to see Liz standing there with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Fuck, what did I do? Now Liz is pissed off at me as well?
“You listen here Mr…” She starts, but is cut off by Liz’s angry voice.
“Ria!”
Oh, I get it, she's not pissed at me, but at what Maria’s doing… right? Please God I hope so.
Maria completely ignores Liz’s angry plea and keeps talking, jabbing in the chest with on finger and taking a step closer towards me. I walk backwards, trying to put some space between me and her but in the end it only gets me pushed up against the lockers on the other side or the corridor with Maria less than an inch away from me and breathing in my face. Hmm… I wonder if I can guess what she had for breakfast today?
“Don’t think that just because you told Liz that you loved her your little trick is going to work Max Evans. I know what your plan is and I swear that I would have to be dead before I let you even think about doing that to Liz!”
“Maria, even if you were dead you would probably come back and haunt us just so you could talk our ears off… Wait, what? What plan?” I’m pretty sure I don’t have a plan, unless she knows something that I don’t. But if it is my plan, shouldn’t I know about it before she does?
“Max, you’re a male, so I’m going to forgive for the haunting you guys thing, but all males have a plan when it comes to ‘chicks’. I’m just lucky enough that I caught onto Michael’s plan before he could really put it into action, and now I’m saving Liz from your plan.”
“Maria, what plan? I don’t have a plan!” I yell in frustration.
“Ria-” Liz tries again, but Maria once again cuts her off.
“Not now Liz, I’m trying to save you from a broken heart here. What plan, you ask? The plan that every guy has when he says that he really likes you and wants to be in a ‘relationship’, Maxwell!”
Great, now she's using Michael’s nick name for me. I look at her with an expression that clearly shows I have no idea what she's talking about. Maria just throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and lets out a huff.
“You want to get her into bed, Max! It’s the same plan that every male has when he goes out with a girl, and Liz better been damn thankful that I caught onto your plan before it was too late.”
“You are insane.” I sigh, looking at her with disbelief.
“You listen here Max. If you try anything, anything at all that Liz doesn’t want you to, or if you so much as shatter her heart one tiny little bit, my foot will be so far into your balls that you’ll need pliers to pull it out.” She says, giving me one last jab in the chest, which I’m sure will leave a bruise. Maria turns around to leave but stops mid stride when a though occurs to her. She turns back around to look at me. I swallow audibly at the look in her eyes.
The hug she gives me is only one sided as I’m fearing the safety of my family jewels too much right now to hug her back. She squeezes me tight, a little too tight, and then whispers in my ear, “Oh, and I always wear high heels!”
I watch as she struts away, rubbing my now bruised chest and cursing her name. Liz walks over to me with a sympathetic smile and places her hand on the sore spot. I immediately feel better just from her touch, but I don’t let her in on that secret. If she knows I’m feeling better she’ll stop touching me.
“Sorry about her. From the looks of it I’m guessing you didn’t know about your plan to get me into bed either?” She says with a light giggle.
“Nope, not a clue.” I smile down at her and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me before I grant her with a small kiss.
A thought occurs to me and I pull away to look down into her eyes. “I wonder if Michael knows that he has a plan as well? Or better yet, that Maria’s onto his plan?”
She bursts into full-blown laughter, the sound like music to my ears. She looks up at me and her eyes immediately darken. Liz licks her lips and leans in to whisper in my ear, trailing a seductive hand down my chest as she goes.
“So, I have trigonometry sixth period and I was thinking that maybe if you were free we could go to the eraser room and work some more on this plan of yours…”
Whoa, what? Is she suggesting what I think she’s suggesting?
“Um… o-okay…” I say with a squeaky voice, relighting a small giggle from Liz. I clear my throat and try again. “Sure.”
The bell rings overhead signalling the start of class, yet I don’t let her go. Instead I lean forward and seal my lips to hers, running my tongue along the her bottom lip and then sweeping it inside her mouth, drinking in her taste and never wanting to stop. This woman is amazing.
“Is it sixth period yet?” She mumbles when we pull apart, the look on her face clearly showing me her desire. God I love her.
“Soon baby, very soon.” I reply in a husky voice. I’m about to go in for another parting kiss but she tenses up in my arms, her entire face going pale and her eyes wide with fear. What did I do?
“Liz? Baby, what's wrong?” I ask, running a concerned hand down her cheek and neck, stopping when I reach her shoulder.
“W-what?” She says, shaking her head as if she was snapping out of a daze.
“Are you okay?”
“Um… yeah. I should… I should get to class. I’ll see you sixth period.”
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It’s been five minutes since sixth period started and I’m beginning to think that she's not coming. Was it something to do with what happened earlier? She said she was okay but the way she ran off makes me think otherwise.
The door behind me opens quietly and I turn around with a relieved smile on my face, expecting to see Liz there… but its not Liz.
The person locks the door, trapping me in the confined space that is the eraser room with them. Ahh shit.
“What are you doing?” I ask in disbelief. Doesn’t she ever quit?
“I’m meeting my boyfriend in the eraser room silly.” Tess giggles, approaching me with devilish eyes. Ahh crap, this is not good.
“Well, I’ll just leave you alone to wait for him.” I say, trying to bypass her but she grips my arm, successfully stopping my movements.
“Well that would be no fun. You are my boyfriend silly. Or did you forget?”
“Let go of me Tess.” I say in warning. There’s no point trying to explain to her again that we broke up over three months ago. It’ll just go in one ear and out the other. I’m starting to think that maybe she has no short-term memory, like the chick from 5o-first dates. Either that or she's just incredibly stupid.
“Or what? What are you gonna do Maxie?” She asks in an attempt at a seductive tone, backing me up against the wall. I’m stuck between her, a desk and another wall. There is no escape!
I open my mouth to speak, but all I get is lips.
Tess’s lips.
Against my lips.
Lips that are specially reserved for Liz Parker.
“Get off me!” I scream against her and push her away. In the process though, she runs a hand down my chest, gripping onto my shirt and ripping open the first few buttons.
I run over to the door and fumble with the lock. Damn it, why won’t it open?
Tess presses herself against my back, running her hands through my hair, messing it up in the process. The lock finally comes undone and I put all my weight onto the door, bursting it open… and I go flying across the deserted hallway.
Well, almost deserted, except for one person. This is not good. Not good at all.
Liz is standing there, looking from my deshelved appearance to Tess who’s standing at the door and licking her lips. I can see the tears sparkling in Liz’s eyes, threatening to cascade down her beautiful cheek. She must know that this isn’t what it looks like? That I would never do that to her?
She answers my silent question within an instant, her retreating back getting smaller and smaller before she pushes through the double doors, out of my sight…
TBC...
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<center>Chapter 35
~Liz~</center>
“I can’t *hick* believe *hick* he would do that *hick* to me *hick*!” I cry against Maria’s shoulder as we lie on my bed. I’ve been here for hours, ever since I saw Max fall out of the eraser room looking mightily fucked and Tess standing there licking her lips.
He chased me out the building and to my car; ok, well, my auntie’s car that she let me borrow today, thank God. He wouldn’t stop calling my name, even when I slammed the driver’s door and just missed his fingers by a centimetre. And to make it worse, as I drove out of the parking lot I couldn’t help but look in the rear view mirror to see him standing there, looking like a little lost puppy who was about to cry.
He said he loved me, and then did this? What am I supposed to believe? My eyes or my heart?
I’ve gone through at least ten boxes of tissues in the last three hours and two tubs of ice cream. Maria came over after school ended when Michael told her what happened. The nerve of him, telling my best friend that I caught his best friend in the eraser room with Tess.
She would have been here sooner if I didn’t take my phone off the hook so Max would stop calling. By the time I got home I had at least twenty messages from him, and I deleted all of them.
What I can’t figure out is why he was in there with Tess if he knew I was going to meet him? Was he planing on having a quickie with her and then finishing the job with me, but something happened so they ran over time? All I can say is thank god I have Maria otherwise I don’t know how I would get through this.
“Oh sweetie, it’s going to be okay.” Maria says in a soothing tone and runs her fingers through my hair, just like Max used to do… ok, stop it! No, we will not think about that two timing asshole.
“I need more ice-cream.” I say simply, sitting up to put my slippers on. Yeah, they’re pink bunnies, so what?
“Do you want me to get it for you?” Maria asks in a generally concerned voice.
“No, its ok. I can get it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I say, trudging out of my room like a ghost. I feel broken, like a giant part of me has been shattered into pieces and I don’t know how to get it back. If only there were repairmen for your heart.
I trudge down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a tub of cookies and cream out of the freezer and some chocolate fudge from the shelf. I know that I should just walk up the stairs and into the safety of my own room, but my feet have a mind of their own and I end up peering out the window of the door to the employee lounge, just curious to see if he would have the balls to show his face around here.
Sure enough, I see him sitting at his usual booth with Isabel and Michael who are talking animatedly about something whilst he just sits there, staring at his joint hands on the table and looking utterly depressed. I just want to run out there and throw my blubbering self at him but I can’t do that. I can’t let him know how much he’s hurt me. Its almost as if he can feel my presence or something, because before I can force myself away he looks up and sees me watching him.
Fuck. Busted.
“Liz…” He whispers to himself and stands up heading in my direction. Damn it, why wont my feet move?
“Maxwell!” I hear Michael shout at him but Max pays no attention, getting closer and closer with each long stride. And yet still here I stand like an idiot. What's up with that?
My feet finally come unglued just as Max reaches the door. I bolt towards the staircase and get three steps up before Max’s pained voice stops me mid stride.
“Liz, please…?” I can hear the tears in his voice and slowly turn around, willing my own tears not to fall but they pay no attention to my request. The only answer I can give him is a shake of my head. No words will come so this is all that I have. A shake of my head and tears running down my cheeks.
He takes a step towards me, his own tears falling now and I run, something that I always do around Max… I run. I run up into my room, past Maria who's reading a magazine on my bed and into my closet, shutting myself in as I let the tears fall once again.
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I woke up this morning in bed still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I don’t remember much after locking myself in my closet, except falling asleep only to have Maria wake me up and put me in bed. My stomach grumbles loudly from my lack of dinner last night, but I’m not in the mood to eat anything.
I quickly get dressed and grab my books, never showing any expression or indication that I might feel like doing anything short of commit suicide. Living is overrated anyway. I get to school and go straight to my first class, avoiding talking to anyone unless I absolutely have to.
Lunch time rolls around and I’ve successfully managed to make it through most of the day without anyone attempting to start up some sort of conversation. But here is where the hard part starts. Lunch is exactly one hour, and there’s nowhere to sit indoors unless I feel like plonking my self down in the middle of the hallway. I would go and sit with Maria and everyone else but I’m really not feeling up to people right now, plus there’s a good chance that Max would be there. I mean, they were all his friends before they were mine, excluding Maria, so its natural that they would take his side and support him… which to be honest, I have no problem with. He deserves their back up in everything he does.
I walk out into the quad and find a spot under a nice tree that’s the furthest away from everyone, yet it still gives me a good view of what's going on. I can’t help it, I chance a look over to where everyone is, expecting to see Max and everyone else laughing it up at something Kyle said, or mucking around like they usually do, but instead they’re all looking at me, motioning for me to come and join them, with Max no where in sight.
As much as I would like to go over there, I don’t know if I can handle all the questions I can tell they’re waiting to ask me. There's bound to be a thousand ‘what happened’s’ and ‘what did you do’s’, which I’m trying to avoid at all costs. So instead I pretend like I didn’t see them and rest my head back against the tree, closing my eyes and soaking up the sunrays for a few minutes until either the sun goes behind the clouds or someone stands in my way.
I open both my eyes and my mouth, fully prepared to kick the ass of whoever is trying to interrupt me but when I see who it is I’m left dumbfounded. He extends his arm, handing me a perfect white rose that I unconsciously take from his hand.
There's a note attached to the stem that reads ‘I’m sorry’ and I have to muster all my self-control not to break down into tears right now.
“Liz please, just let me explain…” His voice is soft and pleading and I know that if I look up into his eyes I’ll cave so bad, so instead I stare straight ahead at my feet.
“I can’t do this right now Max.” I whisper back, quickly wiping the lone tear that escaped my self-control.
“I know that, but I also know that you wont be able to do it in a week or even a month from now, so I’ll take what I can get.” He sits down next to me so we’re eye level and I bite my bottom lip and scrunch my eyes closed so I’m not tempted to look at him. Besides, I already saw him earlier in the corridor, but thankfully he didn’t see me. Just my luck that the day I’m trying to stay away from his is the day that he decides to look sexy as hell. His soft voice penetrates my thoughts and I turn my attention back to him.
“You have to believe me when I say that nothing happened! Tess locked me in there when I was waiting for you and…” He implores but I cut him off once again.
“Max, please, I just can’t…”
“No! You at least owe me the chance to explain what happened!”
“I can tell you what happened Max. You lied to me and cheated on me and…”
“Why? Why would I do all those things? I love you Liz, I love more than I thought was possible, but it is. So if you know everything then tell me why I would want to throw all that away, and God, with Tess?”
“I saw you Max! You had your shirt undone and your hair all messed up and the only other time I’ve seen you look like that was the other night at Michaels, so try and explain how you could look like that if you were just patiently waiting in the eraser room for me, not to mention Tess was there! Oh, and just in case you didn’t know, your little girlfriend has been bragging about the great time you had in there as well. According to most of West Roswell, you two are back together!” I start of quiet but I just can’t control myself and I end up shouting most of the last part.
Yes, that’s right folks. Tess has had very little time to look at her conceded self in the mirror today because she's been to busy talking about the wild ride Max took her on yesterday. This girl would be extremely good in advertising, because the way she's promoting Max would make anyone want to jump his bones.
“Liz, how could you think that?” He whispers in pain and my only answer is a simple shrug. I don’t know what to think anymore. My entire world has gone crashing down in the last two days; so logical thinking isn’t really a major priority right now.
He stands up but leaves his bag next to me for some odd reason. I watch his retreating form with interest but it’s quickly replaced with disgust when I see him walk over to where Tess and the bitch brigade are seated. He says something, causing her to giggle, but from the way his hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides, I doubt that was the reaction he was looking for.
The next thing I know Max has Tess by the arm and is literally dragging her over to me. Why does he insist on humiliating me in front of the entire school like this? Is he finally going to come out with the truth and admit to me my worst fear since the beginning? That this was all some big game and that he’s been with Tess this entire time?
He pulls her to stand in front of him and she sneers down at me, the sneer quickly replaced by pain as he grips her arm tighter, bound to leave a bruise. “Ow Max, you’re hurting me.” She whimpers but he pays no attention, his eyes staying glued to mine.
“Tell her!” He yells from behind her, so many emotions etched across his beautiful features that I feel so guilty. But the guilt quickly subsides when I remember that he cheated on me, he broke my heart in the worst possible way and I don’t think I can ever forgive him.
“Tell her what Maxie?” Tess asks innocently and Max digs his hand into her arm further. I’ve never seen him act like this, act so violent before and it scares the hell out of me.
“Tell her that it was all a lie, that nothing happened!” Tess stays silent, smiling down at me and I feel sick. “TELL HER!” He yells, getting the attention of everyone in the quad and causing both Tess and I to jump from his harsh tone.
“Fine. Nothing happened because Max is a prude and wouldn’t let it! Happy now?” She asks but Max doesn’t hear her. He drops his grip from her arm and she sulks back off to her cheerleading friends. My eyes are glued to his as I stand up and pick up my bag from next to me.
“Liz, please…” He pleads with me. I turn to him with tears in my eyes and I can’t help what comes out of my mouth next.
“I wanted the honest truth Max, not forced words.” And just like that, I’m gone, running into Maria’s comforting arms.
<center>Chapter 35
~Liz~</center>
“I can’t *hick* believe *hick* he would do that *hick* to me *hick*!” I cry against Maria’s shoulder as we lie on my bed. I’ve been here for hours, ever since I saw Max fall out of the eraser room looking mightily fucked and Tess standing there licking her lips.
He chased me out the building and to my car; ok, well, my auntie’s car that she let me borrow today, thank God. He wouldn’t stop calling my name, even when I slammed the driver’s door and just missed his fingers by a centimetre. And to make it worse, as I drove out of the parking lot I couldn’t help but look in the rear view mirror to see him standing there, looking like a little lost puppy who was about to cry.
He said he loved me, and then did this? What am I supposed to believe? My eyes or my heart?
I’ve gone through at least ten boxes of tissues in the last three hours and two tubs of ice cream. Maria came over after school ended when Michael told her what happened. The nerve of him, telling my best friend that I caught his best friend in the eraser room with Tess.
She would have been here sooner if I didn’t take my phone off the hook so Max would stop calling. By the time I got home I had at least twenty messages from him, and I deleted all of them.
What I can’t figure out is why he was in there with Tess if he knew I was going to meet him? Was he planing on having a quickie with her and then finishing the job with me, but something happened so they ran over time? All I can say is thank god I have Maria otherwise I don’t know how I would get through this.
“Oh sweetie, it’s going to be okay.” Maria says in a soothing tone and runs her fingers through my hair, just like Max used to do… ok, stop it! No, we will not think about that two timing asshole.
“I need more ice-cream.” I say simply, sitting up to put my slippers on. Yeah, they’re pink bunnies, so what?
“Do you want me to get it for you?” Maria asks in a generally concerned voice.
“No, its ok. I can get it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I say, trudging out of my room like a ghost. I feel broken, like a giant part of me has been shattered into pieces and I don’t know how to get it back. If only there were repairmen for your heart.
I trudge down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a tub of cookies and cream out of the freezer and some chocolate fudge from the shelf. I know that I should just walk up the stairs and into the safety of my own room, but my feet have a mind of their own and I end up peering out the window of the door to the employee lounge, just curious to see if he would have the balls to show his face around here.
Sure enough, I see him sitting at his usual booth with Isabel and Michael who are talking animatedly about something whilst he just sits there, staring at his joint hands on the table and looking utterly depressed. I just want to run out there and throw my blubbering self at him but I can’t do that. I can’t let him know how much he’s hurt me. Its almost as if he can feel my presence or something, because before I can force myself away he looks up and sees me watching him.
Fuck. Busted.
“Liz…” He whispers to himself and stands up heading in my direction. Damn it, why wont my feet move?
“Maxwell!” I hear Michael shout at him but Max pays no attention, getting closer and closer with each long stride. And yet still here I stand like an idiot. What's up with that?
My feet finally come unglued just as Max reaches the door. I bolt towards the staircase and get three steps up before Max’s pained voice stops me mid stride.
“Liz, please…?” I can hear the tears in his voice and slowly turn around, willing my own tears not to fall but they pay no attention to my request. The only answer I can give him is a shake of my head. No words will come so this is all that I have. A shake of my head and tears running down my cheeks.
He takes a step towards me, his own tears falling now and I run, something that I always do around Max… I run. I run up into my room, past Maria who's reading a magazine on my bed and into my closet, shutting myself in as I let the tears fall once again.
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I woke up this morning in bed still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I don’t remember much after locking myself in my closet, except falling asleep only to have Maria wake me up and put me in bed. My stomach grumbles loudly from my lack of dinner last night, but I’m not in the mood to eat anything.
I quickly get dressed and grab my books, never showing any expression or indication that I might feel like doing anything short of commit suicide. Living is overrated anyway. I get to school and go straight to my first class, avoiding talking to anyone unless I absolutely have to.
Lunch time rolls around and I’ve successfully managed to make it through most of the day without anyone attempting to start up some sort of conversation. But here is where the hard part starts. Lunch is exactly one hour, and there’s nowhere to sit indoors unless I feel like plonking my self down in the middle of the hallway. I would go and sit with Maria and everyone else but I’m really not feeling up to people right now, plus there’s a good chance that Max would be there. I mean, they were all his friends before they were mine, excluding Maria, so its natural that they would take his side and support him… which to be honest, I have no problem with. He deserves their back up in everything he does.
I walk out into the quad and find a spot under a nice tree that’s the furthest away from everyone, yet it still gives me a good view of what's going on. I can’t help it, I chance a look over to where everyone is, expecting to see Max and everyone else laughing it up at something Kyle said, or mucking around like they usually do, but instead they’re all looking at me, motioning for me to come and join them, with Max no where in sight.
As much as I would like to go over there, I don’t know if I can handle all the questions I can tell they’re waiting to ask me. There's bound to be a thousand ‘what happened’s’ and ‘what did you do’s’, which I’m trying to avoid at all costs. So instead I pretend like I didn’t see them and rest my head back against the tree, closing my eyes and soaking up the sunrays for a few minutes until either the sun goes behind the clouds or someone stands in my way.
I open both my eyes and my mouth, fully prepared to kick the ass of whoever is trying to interrupt me but when I see who it is I’m left dumbfounded. He extends his arm, handing me a perfect white rose that I unconsciously take from his hand.
There's a note attached to the stem that reads ‘I’m sorry’ and I have to muster all my self-control not to break down into tears right now.
“Liz please, just let me explain…” His voice is soft and pleading and I know that if I look up into his eyes I’ll cave so bad, so instead I stare straight ahead at my feet.
“I can’t do this right now Max.” I whisper back, quickly wiping the lone tear that escaped my self-control.
“I know that, but I also know that you wont be able to do it in a week or even a month from now, so I’ll take what I can get.” He sits down next to me so we’re eye level and I bite my bottom lip and scrunch my eyes closed so I’m not tempted to look at him. Besides, I already saw him earlier in the corridor, but thankfully he didn’t see me. Just my luck that the day I’m trying to stay away from his is the day that he decides to look sexy as hell. His soft voice penetrates my thoughts and I turn my attention back to him.
“You have to believe me when I say that nothing happened! Tess locked me in there when I was waiting for you and…” He implores but I cut him off once again.
“Max, please, I just can’t…”
“No! You at least owe me the chance to explain what happened!”
“I can tell you what happened Max. You lied to me and cheated on me and…”
“Why? Why would I do all those things? I love you Liz, I love more than I thought was possible, but it is. So if you know everything then tell me why I would want to throw all that away, and God, with Tess?”
“I saw you Max! You had your shirt undone and your hair all messed up and the only other time I’ve seen you look like that was the other night at Michaels, so try and explain how you could look like that if you were just patiently waiting in the eraser room for me, not to mention Tess was there! Oh, and just in case you didn’t know, your little girlfriend has been bragging about the great time you had in there as well. According to most of West Roswell, you two are back together!” I start of quiet but I just can’t control myself and I end up shouting most of the last part.
Yes, that’s right folks. Tess has had very little time to look at her conceded self in the mirror today because she's been to busy talking about the wild ride Max took her on yesterday. This girl would be extremely good in advertising, because the way she's promoting Max would make anyone want to jump his bones.
“Liz, how could you think that?” He whispers in pain and my only answer is a simple shrug. I don’t know what to think anymore. My entire world has gone crashing down in the last two days; so logical thinking isn’t really a major priority right now.
He stands up but leaves his bag next to me for some odd reason. I watch his retreating form with interest but it’s quickly replaced with disgust when I see him walk over to where Tess and the bitch brigade are seated. He says something, causing her to giggle, but from the way his hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides, I doubt that was the reaction he was looking for.
The next thing I know Max has Tess by the arm and is literally dragging her over to me. Why does he insist on humiliating me in front of the entire school like this? Is he finally going to come out with the truth and admit to me my worst fear since the beginning? That this was all some big game and that he’s been with Tess this entire time?
He pulls her to stand in front of him and she sneers down at me, the sneer quickly replaced by pain as he grips her arm tighter, bound to leave a bruise. “Ow Max, you’re hurting me.” She whimpers but he pays no attention, his eyes staying glued to mine.
“Tell her!” He yells from behind her, so many emotions etched across his beautiful features that I feel so guilty. But the guilt quickly subsides when I remember that he cheated on me, he broke my heart in the worst possible way and I don’t think I can ever forgive him.
“Tell her what Maxie?” Tess asks innocently and Max digs his hand into her arm further. I’ve never seen him act like this, act so violent before and it scares the hell out of me.
“Tell her that it was all a lie, that nothing happened!” Tess stays silent, smiling down at me and I feel sick. “TELL HER!” He yells, getting the attention of everyone in the quad and causing both Tess and I to jump from his harsh tone.
“Fine. Nothing happened because Max is a prude and wouldn’t let it! Happy now?” She asks but Max doesn’t hear her. He drops his grip from her arm and she sulks back off to her cheerleading friends. My eyes are glued to his as I stand up and pick up my bag from next to me.
“Liz, please…” He pleads with me. I turn to him with tears in my eyes and I can’t help what comes out of my mouth next.
“I wanted the honest truth Max, not forced words.” And just like that, I’m gone, running into Maria’s comforting arms.
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Thanks for your replys everyone and Happy Valentines Day. I hope you all atleast got a rose or chocolates. We all know i didn't *sob*
Anyway, i have a new fic called Fade Out. Its a one parter and if your bored you can go and have a read.
<center>Chapter 36
~Max~</center>
I can’t face anyone right now. After what happened in the quad yesterday I just can’t face anyone knowing that they’re talking about Liz and I. I don’t know what happened to me, I just got so mad with Tess and I… I didn’t mean to hurt her. Oh God, what did I do?
But that’s not the only reason I’m here, in fact, it’s not even the main reason. The main reason I’m in here is because of all the threats that I paid no attention to. All those people who warned me that if I ever hurt Liz they would hunt me down and kill me… yeah, its them I’m hiding from. Maria, Kyle, I even think there was a threat from Isabel and Alex in there at some point as well. Crap, and her uncle would kill me!
But where am I hiding, you ask? Why, a stall in the men’s room of course! Because a) no one would think to look for me in here unless they had to pee, and b) Maria can’t come in here, and she's the one I’m most afraid of.
“Maxwell?” Michael asks, peeking his head through the bathroom door.
Ahh mother fuck-
“What are doing in here?”
“Baking a cake. What's it look like I’m doing?” I say incredulously, honestly not believing he has no idea why I’m in here, sitting on top of a toilet all by myself.
“You do know that Maria won’t have any problem coming in the men’s room if she finds out your in here.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at me. I bury my face in my hands, digging my elbows into my knee as I support my head.
“Ugh, great. Why don’t you just tell her where I am so she can get this over and done with?” I say sarcastically, not prepared for what he does next.
“Ria!” Michael yells, his voice echoing throughout the room. Damn tiles. They make for good acoustics but my God they’re loud. Loud enough for me to hear the door opening once again followed by the shuffle of feet.
Too many feet.
Either Maria has grown some extra legs or she's not the only one coming in to see me in my state of self-pity.
“Maxwell Phillip Evans! You get your ass out here right now Mr!” Maria yells from outside the stall and I let out a deep sigh. I’m so not in the mood for this right now.
“Are you planning on hurting me?” I squeak out, just to make sure its safe out there… which I highly doubt it is. Maria would have to have a good reason to come into a guy’s bathroom, and kicking my ass is high up there on that list. Michael just stares down at me with a pitying smile as he shakes his head.
“No, don’t worry, no physical violence will be inflicted on you. We just wanna talk.” Isabel reassures me. Wait, Isabel? Miss high and mighty Princess in a men’s bathroom? Will wonders ever cease?
“What about verbal abuse? I have emotions too you know, I feel pain just as much as you do!” I say cautiously.
“Max, don’t worry, we believe you. Liz is being an idiot.” Wait, what?
I stand up and rush out of the stall, turning to face them with a questioning glare. “What's going on? Why are you taking my side?” I turn to Maria. “Especially you? What's up with that?”
“Oh come on Max, I’ve seen the way you look at Liz. Even a blind person could see how much you love her… its sickening really, but it’s the truth. Why would you want to cheat on her and throw all of that away? And with Tess? Please! She couldn’t even get the local strip club sleaze balls to take her for a ride.”
“So, what are you saying?” they can’t possibly be saying that they believe me over Liz, could they? I mean, come on people, she has the entire puppy dog eyes thing down to a fine art. Even I would believe her… but I know that she doesn’t understand what happened.
How could she have so little trust in me? Why would I tell her that I love her and then go to Tess? Why would I want to hurt her like that? I just don’t see the logic in it. But one thing I do see is how much Liz didn’t trust me. How could she have so little faith in my love for her?
“Max. We believe you and personally we think Liz has gone crazy. But, we have a plan!” Kyle says triumphantly. I thought he wanted to kick my ass almost as much as Maria? Did Michael give them both tranquillisers or something?
“What's your plan?” I ask suspiciously. Something about this just doesn’t feel right.
“Talk to her. Basically tell that she's being a dumb bitch and getting her thong all in a twist for no good reason... Ow! Maria! What the hell was that for?” Michael screams. I feel like punching his lights out for calling Liz a dumb bitch, but I know that Maria has it covered.
“That is my best friend you’re talking about there Mr! And yes, she may be a little naive right now, but if I ever hear you insulting her again I’ll-”
“SHUT UP!” I scream. Did I mention I’m not really in the mood to be a people person today?
“Sorry.” They collectively mumble and stare at the ground.
“Talk to her? That’s your plan? To talk to her?” I ask in disbelief. I was expecting something like lock us in a room together and not let us out until she forgives me. But talk to her? This is soooo not going to work. “I have tried talking to her! If she doesn’t believe me, what makes you think she’ll believe you?” I yell in frustration, turning around and banging my head against the wall. Fuck! Have I lost Liz forever, all because of Tess?
“Max, sweetie, sit and calm down.” Maria says, dragging me away from the wall and pushing me up onto the sink. I burring my head in my hands, the heels of my palms pushing against my eyes so I don’t let the tears out. “Look, I know Liz, and I know that she's just scared at the moment. She’s lost so many people that mean so much to her that it’s only natural for her to think the worst. She's just confused Max. In her heart she knows that you would never do that to her, but her mind is telling her otherwise. And this is Liz we’re talking about, so obviously she listens to her mind. But please, just give it time. Give all of us a chance to talk to her and I promise you that it’ll all work out, okay?”
She bends down, trying to look in my eyes but I turn away, giving a short nod as my answer. I know that they mean well, but I want Liz to come to me because she realises she was wrong and I would never hurt her like that, not because someone convinced her to.
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“So get up off the floor
I've heard it all before
You're only coming down
It'll pass before too long
So get up off the ground”
I sigh softly as I let the sound of Eskimo Joe penetrate my mind. The husky voice of the lead singer soothing my broken soul gradually, but even I know that its not enough. The only thing that could help me is Liz, and from the looks of things I doubt she's going to be talking to me anytime soon.
“I've heard it all before
I need a little more
I'm anxious and I'm bored
Some things you can't afford
So get up off the floor”
I’m lying here with my hands joined behind my head, my room clouded in darkness, with nothing but the glowing computer screen to shed some light on my fucked up world.
Things only got worse at school today when Liz didn’t show up in biology. Someone conveniently told the teacher that she went home sick, but I know that’s a lie because her car was still in the parking lot this afternoon. So naturally when I got home I attempted to call her at least forty times more before I went and lay on my bed, just to think and try to figure out where I went wrong… and I haven’t moved since.
“Seven eleven keep me warm
I don’t want to get too cold
There're some things you
Can't afford
But they'll cost you
Anyway”
“Max?” My mum says softly, peeking her head into my doorway. I reach over to my bedside stereo and turn down the music, noticing the time. 7:45pm. Have I been sitting here, delving in my self pity for that long?
“Yeah mom?”
“You have a visitor.” My ears immediately perk up at her words. Could it be? Could Liz be outside on my doorstep? Oh please God, please…
I stand up and practically run to the front door, my heart beating loudly as I wait to see her smiling face again. I know I’m jumping to conclusions and its probably just Alex or Kyle or someone, but I don’t really care. The chances of this being Liz may be slim to none, but I’ll take those odds.
I swing the door open with the most relieved smile on my face… that quickly drops off the face of the earth when I see who's standing there.
“Tess.” I state in a rather unamused tone, crossing my arms over my chest as a warning that I’m not in the mood to be messed with.
“Max I-” Tess starts, but I cut her off when I see the bruise I left on her arm.
“Shit, Tess, your arm! I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just… I don’t know what happened to me.” I say softly, running a hand over the black and blue spot just above her left elbow. Sure, I hate her like hell for what she did to Liz and I, but I can’t believe that I could ever be that violent with someone. I can’t even kill an ant after its bit me, so for me to injure another human that way… it makes me feel physically sick.
“Its okay, I guess I kind of deserved it.” She shrugs it off like it never happened.
What The fuck?
“Huh?” I ask, utterly dumbfounded. Is this really Tess? Or is someone about to jump out of the bushes with a camera and say ‘surprise!’?
“Look Max, I know that it may not mean much to you right now, but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I was just mucking around, trying to get revenge I guess. I was just so pissed off that you broke up with me and then went to Liz that… I couldn’t accept it, and things kinda got out of hand. Looking back on it now, I can see why you did it. She’s perfect for you Max. She makes you so happy…”
I just stand here and stare at her with my mouth wide open. Is she serious? She totally fucked up my life, screwed around with me for these last three months and now she expects that an apology will be sufficient?
“…What we had was never going to be love Max. You never looked at me the way you look at Liz, and I know that now. I-I saw Liz at school today and she… she just looked broken. Like nothing could ever fix the pain she was going through. And then I saw you and… and it hit me, what I did. I never meant to ruin what you had with Liz… and… I know that you wont ever be able to forgive me for it, but I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am and that I never meant for this to happen.”
She looks so sincere that I almost break down right there and tell her all my problems. But then I remember, she caused all the problems. If it wasn’t for her Liz would probably be in my arms right now and I wouldn’t feel like this. Like my entire heart has been pulled out and stomped on.
Before I can tell her that its best if she left, Tess is already walking down my driveway towards her car parked across the street. For the first time in her life… I think Tess Harding was being sincere.
“Don't look so surprised
Open up your eyes
You'll know
You'll know”
Anyway, i have a new fic called Fade Out. Its a one parter and if your bored you can go and have a read.
<center>Chapter 36
~Max~</center>
I can’t face anyone right now. After what happened in the quad yesterday I just can’t face anyone knowing that they’re talking about Liz and I. I don’t know what happened to me, I just got so mad with Tess and I… I didn’t mean to hurt her. Oh God, what did I do?
But that’s not the only reason I’m here, in fact, it’s not even the main reason. The main reason I’m in here is because of all the threats that I paid no attention to. All those people who warned me that if I ever hurt Liz they would hunt me down and kill me… yeah, its them I’m hiding from. Maria, Kyle, I even think there was a threat from Isabel and Alex in there at some point as well. Crap, and her uncle would kill me!
But where am I hiding, you ask? Why, a stall in the men’s room of course! Because a) no one would think to look for me in here unless they had to pee, and b) Maria can’t come in here, and she's the one I’m most afraid of.
“Maxwell?” Michael asks, peeking his head through the bathroom door.
Ahh mother fuck-
“What are doing in here?”
“Baking a cake. What's it look like I’m doing?” I say incredulously, honestly not believing he has no idea why I’m in here, sitting on top of a toilet all by myself.
“You do know that Maria won’t have any problem coming in the men’s room if she finds out your in here.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at me. I bury my face in my hands, digging my elbows into my knee as I support my head.
“Ugh, great. Why don’t you just tell her where I am so she can get this over and done with?” I say sarcastically, not prepared for what he does next.
“Ria!” Michael yells, his voice echoing throughout the room. Damn tiles. They make for good acoustics but my God they’re loud. Loud enough for me to hear the door opening once again followed by the shuffle of feet.
Too many feet.
Either Maria has grown some extra legs or she's not the only one coming in to see me in my state of self-pity.
“Maxwell Phillip Evans! You get your ass out here right now Mr!” Maria yells from outside the stall and I let out a deep sigh. I’m so not in the mood for this right now.
“Are you planning on hurting me?” I squeak out, just to make sure its safe out there… which I highly doubt it is. Maria would have to have a good reason to come into a guy’s bathroom, and kicking my ass is high up there on that list. Michael just stares down at me with a pitying smile as he shakes his head.
“No, don’t worry, no physical violence will be inflicted on you. We just wanna talk.” Isabel reassures me. Wait, Isabel? Miss high and mighty Princess in a men’s bathroom? Will wonders ever cease?
“What about verbal abuse? I have emotions too you know, I feel pain just as much as you do!” I say cautiously.
“Max, don’t worry, we believe you. Liz is being an idiot.” Wait, what?
I stand up and rush out of the stall, turning to face them with a questioning glare. “What's going on? Why are you taking my side?” I turn to Maria. “Especially you? What's up with that?”
“Oh come on Max, I’ve seen the way you look at Liz. Even a blind person could see how much you love her… its sickening really, but it’s the truth. Why would you want to cheat on her and throw all of that away? And with Tess? Please! She couldn’t even get the local strip club sleaze balls to take her for a ride.”
“So, what are you saying?” they can’t possibly be saying that they believe me over Liz, could they? I mean, come on people, she has the entire puppy dog eyes thing down to a fine art. Even I would believe her… but I know that she doesn’t understand what happened.
How could she have so little trust in me? Why would I tell her that I love her and then go to Tess? Why would I want to hurt her like that? I just don’t see the logic in it. But one thing I do see is how much Liz didn’t trust me. How could she have so little faith in my love for her?
“Max. We believe you and personally we think Liz has gone crazy. But, we have a plan!” Kyle says triumphantly. I thought he wanted to kick my ass almost as much as Maria? Did Michael give them both tranquillisers or something?
“What's your plan?” I ask suspiciously. Something about this just doesn’t feel right.
“Talk to her. Basically tell that she's being a dumb bitch and getting her thong all in a twist for no good reason... Ow! Maria! What the hell was that for?” Michael screams. I feel like punching his lights out for calling Liz a dumb bitch, but I know that Maria has it covered.
“That is my best friend you’re talking about there Mr! And yes, she may be a little naive right now, but if I ever hear you insulting her again I’ll-”
“SHUT UP!” I scream. Did I mention I’m not really in the mood to be a people person today?
“Sorry.” They collectively mumble and stare at the ground.
“Talk to her? That’s your plan? To talk to her?” I ask in disbelief. I was expecting something like lock us in a room together and not let us out until she forgives me. But talk to her? This is soooo not going to work. “I have tried talking to her! If she doesn’t believe me, what makes you think she’ll believe you?” I yell in frustration, turning around and banging my head against the wall. Fuck! Have I lost Liz forever, all because of Tess?
“Max, sweetie, sit and calm down.” Maria says, dragging me away from the wall and pushing me up onto the sink. I burring my head in my hands, the heels of my palms pushing against my eyes so I don’t let the tears out. “Look, I know Liz, and I know that she's just scared at the moment. She’s lost so many people that mean so much to her that it’s only natural for her to think the worst. She's just confused Max. In her heart she knows that you would never do that to her, but her mind is telling her otherwise. And this is Liz we’re talking about, so obviously she listens to her mind. But please, just give it time. Give all of us a chance to talk to her and I promise you that it’ll all work out, okay?”
She bends down, trying to look in my eyes but I turn away, giving a short nod as my answer. I know that they mean well, but I want Liz to come to me because she realises she was wrong and I would never hurt her like that, not because someone convinced her to.
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“So get up off the floor
I've heard it all before
You're only coming down
It'll pass before too long
So get up off the ground”
I sigh softly as I let the sound of Eskimo Joe penetrate my mind. The husky voice of the lead singer soothing my broken soul gradually, but even I know that its not enough. The only thing that could help me is Liz, and from the looks of things I doubt she's going to be talking to me anytime soon.
“I've heard it all before
I need a little more
I'm anxious and I'm bored
Some things you can't afford
So get up off the floor”
I’m lying here with my hands joined behind my head, my room clouded in darkness, with nothing but the glowing computer screen to shed some light on my fucked up world.
Things only got worse at school today when Liz didn’t show up in biology. Someone conveniently told the teacher that she went home sick, but I know that’s a lie because her car was still in the parking lot this afternoon. So naturally when I got home I attempted to call her at least forty times more before I went and lay on my bed, just to think and try to figure out where I went wrong… and I haven’t moved since.
“Seven eleven keep me warm
I don’t want to get too cold
There're some things you
Can't afford
But they'll cost you
Anyway”
“Max?” My mum says softly, peeking her head into my doorway. I reach over to my bedside stereo and turn down the music, noticing the time. 7:45pm. Have I been sitting here, delving in my self pity for that long?
“Yeah mom?”
“You have a visitor.” My ears immediately perk up at her words. Could it be? Could Liz be outside on my doorstep? Oh please God, please…
I stand up and practically run to the front door, my heart beating loudly as I wait to see her smiling face again. I know I’m jumping to conclusions and its probably just Alex or Kyle or someone, but I don’t really care. The chances of this being Liz may be slim to none, but I’ll take those odds.
I swing the door open with the most relieved smile on my face… that quickly drops off the face of the earth when I see who's standing there.
“Tess.” I state in a rather unamused tone, crossing my arms over my chest as a warning that I’m not in the mood to be messed with.
“Max I-” Tess starts, but I cut her off when I see the bruise I left on her arm.
“Shit, Tess, your arm! I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just… I don’t know what happened to me.” I say softly, running a hand over the black and blue spot just above her left elbow. Sure, I hate her like hell for what she did to Liz and I, but I can’t believe that I could ever be that violent with someone. I can’t even kill an ant after its bit me, so for me to injure another human that way… it makes me feel physically sick.
“Its okay, I guess I kind of deserved it.” She shrugs it off like it never happened.
What The fuck?
“Huh?” I ask, utterly dumbfounded. Is this really Tess? Or is someone about to jump out of the bushes with a camera and say ‘surprise!’?
“Look Max, I know that it may not mean much to you right now, but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I was just mucking around, trying to get revenge I guess. I was just so pissed off that you broke up with me and then went to Liz that… I couldn’t accept it, and things kinda got out of hand. Looking back on it now, I can see why you did it. She’s perfect for you Max. She makes you so happy…”
I just stand here and stare at her with my mouth wide open. Is she serious? She totally fucked up my life, screwed around with me for these last three months and now she expects that an apology will be sufficient?
“…What we had was never going to be love Max. You never looked at me the way you look at Liz, and I know that now. I-I saw Liz at school today and she… she just looked broken. Like nothing could ever fix the pain she was going through. And then I saw you and… and it hit me, what I did. I never meant to ruin what you had with Liz… and… I know that you wont ever be able to forgive me for it, but I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am and that I never meant for this to happen.”
She looks so sincere that I almost break down right there and tell her all my problems. But then I remember, she caused all the problems. If it wasn’t for her Liz would probably be in my arms right now and I wouldn’t feel like this. Like my entire heart has been pulled out and stomped on.
Before I can tell her that its best if she left, Tess is already walking down my driveway towards her car parked across the street. For the first time in her life… I think Tess Harding was being sincere.
“Don't look so surprised
Open up your eyes
You'll know
You'll know”
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Chapter 37
~Liz~</center>
“No Maria! I don’t care what you say. I saw what I saw and nothing is going to change that!” I practically yell at my best friend. I’m sick of everyone telling me that I’m wrong, that Max would never do that to me. I saw what I saw and nothing is going to change my mind… right?
“Liz! Would you stop being a stubborn little brat and listen to yourself for just one minute?” Maria yells back just as equally pissed off.
“Excuse me?” Did she just call me stubborn? This from the person who wouldn’t leave the ice cream parlour until the guy who had accidentally put peanuts on her ice cream picked them all out one by one!
“You heard me Liz! Open up your eyes for once. Max loves you! He LOVES you, okay? All he ever does is talk about you and sigh your name and it’s just pathetic! Why would he want to ruin that by cheating on you with Tess? Explain this to me, huh? Tell me why Liz? Just because you think the world is out to get you? Is that it? Because your so selfish that you can’t see that this boy is madly in love with you, and right now your breaking his heart into tiny pieces and stepping on them?” Maria screams at me.
“What about my heart? What about how it felt for me to see Max after Tess spat him out? What about how Max told me he loved me and then went to her?”
“Oh, there we go, back to you again! This isn’t about you! Max loves you so much Liz, he would never cheat on you!” She says in exasperation. I know the feeling. Maria is the fourth person who’s come to me today to tell me what a wonderful guy Max is. Isabel, Alex and Michael have all been to visit me at least once today. I’m starting to think they planed it, saving Maria for last or something. But its not working. I don’t believe them…
Okay, I may be wavering a little bit. But how am I supposed to know if they’re telling the truth? How am I supposed to believe my heart that tells me that Max would never do anything like that when my head is telling me what I saw? I think my head may just be winning right now.
The scientist in me wants to use the evidence to prove him guilty but the romantic in me just can’t believe that he would do that. I’m torn in half and I don’t know which way to go. I could tell Max its over, move on with life and a broken heart, or I could believe him and sometime in the future find out that he was lying, that it was what it looked like and I’ll end up with the broken heart anyway.
“Lizzie…” Maria starts, sitting down on the edge of my bed with a sigh and running her hands through her hair. “I don’t want to fight with you over this. But I’ve known Max since I moved here, I love him like a brother, and when you two officially got together I was so happy because you were both happy. I have never seen him smile like that before Liz; it was… electric, for lack of a better word. When ever he sees you walk into a room, or even hears your name his entire face just lights up. You have this affect on him. God, Max would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant being with you. So that’s why I just can’t imagine Max doing something like that to you. Liz, he’s absolutely broken right now. Every time I see him he looks more and more like hell. This is killing him so much, the fact that you don’t believe him… its just, I’m worried about him. What if he does something stupid?”
I slump down on the bed next to Maria, listening to her deep words and trying to come up with a possible solution for this situation as she continues. I guess all this time I’ve never really taken into account Max’s side of this. This is hurting him just as much as its hurting me.
“Besides, its Tess. You and me have both heard Max tell her to fuck off a countless number of times, and every time she came back looking for more. What if Max just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Maybe… maybe Tess heard you two talking in the corridor about meeting up in the eraser room, or she saw Max go in there by himself and thought it was a perfect opportunity to get some payback?” Maria ponders quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap.
Her words sink into me and I suddenly realise that maybe I have made a mistake. What if she’s right? What if Max just was in the wrong place at the wrong time? His eyes keep on flashing through my mind, the way they looked when I saw him lying on the ground outside of the eraser room… full of guilt and fear.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” I whisper with regret. I hate fighting with people, especially Maria, not only because she's bound to win, but also because she's my best friend and it feels wrong being angry with her.
“Its not your fault Liz. I just wish you would believe everyone when they tell you that Max would never do that. Especially me. Why would I lie to you and back him up if he cheated on you?”
I have to admit that her point is quite valid. She's’ threatened more than enough guys for me and I’ve actually seen her follow through on those threats, so it would make no sense for her to back Max up if he did hurt me intentionally. But I’m just so confused!
“Ria, I know you all mean well but I think I just need time to sort through everything going on in my head right now, and with you guys constantly trying to convince me about Max… I’m just getting more confused. This has to be something that I do on my own, not because you all tell me to.”
“Ok. But if you ever need to talk or bitch, you know where I am. Just remember Liz, I think your making a huge mistake here not believing Max.” She implores softly, standing up and giving me a hug before exiting out of my room. I’m finally alone!
I flop back onto my bed with a huff and just close my eyes, listening to the silence all around me. It’s peaceful and quite and… lonely. It’s so lonely without Max these past few days. I had just adapted to him always being near, it felt so natural to have him by my side whenever I needed him. But he’s not here right now, all because of me…
“Liz?” I jump up from my bed at the familiar voice, practically tripping over in my haste to stand up. I know what your all thinking, its Max who's standing at my doorway and who I’m currently scowling at, but you would be wrong. No, instead it’s the white Devil herself… Tess Harding.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I shout out through gritted teeth, more than pissed off at the fact that she thinks she's welcome in my room let alone my parents restaurant. Tess holds her hands out in surrender with a pleading look on her face but I’m not fooled. I’m ready to go all Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon on her ass.
“I’m not here to make trouble, I just want to talk to you.” She says softly, looking down at her feet in a reserved manor. Something about this just doesn’t seem right.
“Let me guess, you’re here to brag about what a good fuck Max was?” I can’t help that it was the only thing that came out of my. I’m naturally sarcastic, so sue me.
“No!” She begs. Wow, this chicks a really good actor. “I know that this may not mean very much to you, and your probably just itching to kick me out of your house and never see me again, but please don’t blame Max. Nothing happened between us. I cornered him in the eraser room because… I don’t know. I just couldn’t accept that he and I were over. To tell you the truth, I doubt we even started. And then you came along and everything just went to hell and I was so pissed and-”
“Does this have a point?” I ask irritably. If she thinks I’m going to fall for her sad little act, then she has another thing coming.
“Yes, and I was getting to it.” She bites back, the anger flaring in my eyes from her comment. This girl has some nerve! “Look Liz, I don’t particularly like you, and I know that you pretty much hate my guts as well…”
Oh well, if you put it that way… YES! I hate you damn it! I hate you with the fire of a thousand suns, so why the fuck are you standing in my room bitch?
“But I care about Max even though he’s not mine anymore. And I guess what I came here to say is… I’m sorry for ruining everything. You make Max so happy and I can’t stand seeing him so down and depressed, all because of some stupid game I was playing. But please don’t take this out on him. He had nothing to do with this. Nothing happened. Max would rather burn his skin of with acid before touching me, and he proved that in the eraser room the other day. He would never hurt you like that, so please, be angry at me, hate me, curse me all you want, but forgive Max because he loves you and nothing happened between us.” She rushes all that out so I can’t butt in, each of her words stinging my heart a little bit more.
“W-why are you telling me this?” I ask in awe. Am I dreaming? Or is Tess Harding… apologising?
“Because despite what you think, I really care about Max and I hate seeing him like this. Your what makes him happy, not me, and I want him to be happy. Please, just think about it.” She replies quietly, turning around to leave but stopping short when a thought occurs to her. “Oh, and before you ask, Max has no idea I’m here, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.”
And just like that she’s gone, and I’m lying huddled up on the floor crying quietly because I just suddenly realised that I made the biggest mistake of my life not believing Max.. and it may just be too late. What if he doesn’t want me back? What if he’s found someone else, someone better?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
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“Miss Parker. What can I do for you today?” Sheriff Valentie asks as I walk nervously into his office. I look up from where my gaze has been fixed on my wringing hands and hit him dead on with the most serious face I can muster.
“Tonight. I want to tell them.”
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I reach into my bag as I’m walking out of the Sheriff’s station and pull out my mobile, dialling the familiar number from memory. It rings and rings with no answer. I’m not sure what I want more. Max to be home and actually answer or for his answering service to pick up so I don’t have to speak to him in person just yet. After a few more rings there’s a click on the other side of the line and his answering service picks up.
“Hey, its Max. I’m not here so leave and message and I’ll get back to you. Beeeeeeep”
I let out a breath of relief when I hear the recorded message and start to speak emphatically.
“Hi Max. It’s um… it’s Liz. I… I just-”
“Liz?!” Max breathes on the other end of the line, scaring the crap out me so much that I jump at least ten feet into the air. Well, look who likes to screen their calls.
“Hi.” I whisper quietly. Oh God, I think my palms are sweating. Oh God oh God oh God.
“Hey.” He whispers back just as quietly. I can hear how relieved he is right now, but there’s also a hint of fear in his voice. He’s worried that I’m ringing to tell him its over… right? Not because I just interrupted some rendezvous he was in the middle of with some chick and he doesn’t want em to know about it?
“Um... I… ah… I need to talk to you tonight.”
“Oh, okay.” Oh God he sounds terrible. So vulnerable and depressed. I made him sound like that. I’m a loser, bitch, scum of the earth. I should just go and dig my own grave right now!
“C-could you meet me at the Crash at 5?” I ask, my hand unconsciously going up to my face so I can bite my nails. It’s a bad habit but I just can’t stop. I guess that’s why it’s called a bad habit, not a good one. If it were a good one you would be able to stop.
“Um… sure.” He sounds so restrained, like he’s just waiting for me to break his heart. I can’t help it, I made him feel that way, I have to make him feel better and put his doubts at ease.
“I miss you.” I say quietly, only hearing Max’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Its fast and irregular and skips a few seconds from my words.
“I miss you too.” Max sighs in relief and I gently smile, knowing that tonight is going to be really hard to cope with. I just hope I can get everything with Max worked out before everyone else arrives.
“I-I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yeah, definitely. Bye Liz.”
“By Max.”
TBC...
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Chapter 37
~Liz~</center>
“No Maria! I don’t care what you say. I saw what I saw and nothing is going to change that!” I practically yell at my best friend. I’m sick of everyone telling me that I’m wrong, that Max would never do that to me. I saw what I saw and nothing is going to change my mind… right?
“Liz! Would you stop being a stubborn little brat and listen to yourself for just one minute?” Maria yells back just as equally pissed off.
“Excuse me?” Did she just call me stubborn? This from the person who wouldn’t leave the ice cream parlour until the guy who had accidentally put peanuts on her ice cream picked them all out one by one!
“You heard me Liz! Open up your eyes for once. Max loves you! He LOVES you, okay? All he ever does is talk about you and sigh your name and it’s just pathetic! Why would he want to ruin that by cheating on you with Tess? Explain this to me, huh? Tell me why Liz? Just because you think the world is out to get you? Is that it? Because your so selfish that you can’t see that this boy is madly in love with you, and right now your breaking his heart into tiny pieces and stepping on them?” Maria screams at me.
“What about my heart? What about how it felt for me to see Max after Tess spat him out? What about how Max told me he loved me and then went to her?”
“Oh, there we go, back to you again! This isn’t about you! Max loves you so much Liz, he would never cheat on you!” She says in exasperation. I know the feeling. Maria is the fourth person who’s come to me today to tell me what a wonderful guy Max is. Isabel, Alex and Michael have all been to visit me at least once today. I’m starting to think they planed it, saving Maria for last or something. But its not working. I don’t believe them…
Okay, I may be wavering a little bit. But how am I supposed to know if they’re telling the truth? How am I supposed to believe my heart that tells me that Max would never do anything like that when my head is telling me what I saw? I think my head may just be winning right now.
The scientist in me wants to use the evidence to prove him guilty but the romantic in me just can’t believe that he would do that. I’m torn in half and I don’t know which way to go. I could tell Max its over, move on with life and a broken heart, or I could believe him and sometime in the future find out that he was lying, that it was what it looked like and I’ll end up with the broken heart anyway.
“Lizzie…” Maria starts, sitting down on the edge of my bed with a sigh and running her hands through her hair. “I don’t want to fight with you over this. But I’ve known Max since I moved here, I love him like a brother, and when you two officially got together I was so happy because you were both happy. I have never seen him smile like that before Liz; it was… electric, for lack of a better word. When ever he sees you walk into a room, or even hears your name his entire face just lights up. You have this affect on him. God, Max would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant being with you. So that’s why I just can’t imagine Max doing something like that to you. Liz, he’s absolutely broken right now. Every time I see him he looks more and more like hell. This is killing him so much, the fact that you don’t believe him… its just, I’m worried about him. What if he does something stupid?”
I slump down on the bed next to Maria, listening to her deep words and trying to come up with a possible solution for this situation as she continues. I guess all this time I’ve never really taken into account Max’s side of this. This is hurting him just as much as its hurting me.
“Besides, its Tess. You and me have both heard Max tell her to fuck off a countless number of times, and every time she came back looking for more. What if Max just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Maybe… maybe Tess heard you two talking in the corridor about meeting up in the eraser room, or she saw Max go in there by himself and thought it was a perfect opportunity to get some payback?” Maria ponders quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap.
Her words sink into me and I suddenly realise that maybe I have made a mistake. What if she’s right? What if Max just was in the wrong place at the wrong time? His eyes keep on flashing through my mind, the way they looked when I saw him lying on the ground outside of the eraser room… full of guilt and fear.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” I whisper with regret. I hate fighting with people, especially Maria, not only because she's bound to win, but also because she's my best friend and it feels wrong being angry with her.
“Its not your fault Liz. I just wish you would believe everyone when they tell you that Max would never do that. Especially me. Why would I lie to you and back him up if he cheated on you?”
I have to admit that her point is quite valid. She's’ threatened more than enough guys for me and I’ve actually seen her follow through on those threats, so it would make no sense for her to back Max up if he did hurt me intentionally. But I’m just so confused!
“Ria, I know you all mean well but I think I just need time to sort through everything going on in my head right now, and with you guys constantly trying to convince me about Max… I’m just getting more confused. This has to be something that I do on my own, not because you all tell me to.”
“Ok. But if you ever need to talk or bitch, you know where I am. Just remember Liz, I think your making a huge mistake here not believing Max.” She implores softly, standing up and giving me a hug before exiting out of my room. I’m finally alone!
I flop back onto my bed with a huff and just close my eyes, listening to the silence all around me. It’s peaceful and quite and… lonely. It’s so lonely without Max these past few days. I had just adapted to him always being near, it felt so natural to have him by my side whenever I needed him. But he’s not here right now, all because of me…
“Liz?” I jump up from my bed at the familiar voice, practically tripping over in my haste to stand up. I know what your all thinking, its Max who's standing at my doorway and who I’m currently scowling at, but you would be wrong. No, instead it’s the white Devil herself… Tess Harding.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I shout out through gritted teeth, more than pissed off at the fact that she thinks she's welcome in my room let alone my parents restaurant. Tess holds her hands out in surrender with a pleading look on her face but I’m not fooled. I’m ready to go all Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon on her ass.
“I’m not here to make trouble, I just want to talk to you.” She says softly, looking down at her feet in a reserved manor. Something about this just doesn’t seem right.
“Let me guess, you’re here to brag about what a good fuck Max was?” I can’t help that it was the only thing that came out of my. I’m naturally sarcastic, so sue me.
“No!” She begs. Wow, this chicks a really good actor. “I know that this may not mean very much to you, and your probably just itching to kick me out of your house and never see me again, but please don’t blame Max. Nothing happened between us. I cornered him in the eraser room because… I don’t know. I just couldn’t accept that he and I were over. To tell you the truth, I doubt we even started. And then you came along and everything just went to hell and I was so pissed and-”
“Does this have a point?” I ask irritably. If she thinks I’m going to fall for her sad little act, then she has another thing coming.
“Yes, and I was getting to it.” She bites back, the anger flaring in my eyes from her comment. This girl has some nerve! “Look Liz, I don’t particularly like you, and I know that you pretty much hate my guts as well…”
Oh well, if you put it that way… YES! I hate you damn it! I hate you with the fire of a thousand suns, so why the fuck are you standing in my room bitch?
“But I care about Max even though he’s not mine anymore. And I guess what I came here to say is… I’m sorry for ruining everything. You make Max so happy and I can’t stand seeing him so down and depressed, all because of some stupid game I was playing. But please don’t take this out on him. He had nothing to do with this. Nothing happened. Max would rather burn his skin of with acid before touching me, and he proved that in the eraser room the other day. He would never hurt you like that, so please, be angry at me, hate me, curse me all you want, but forgive Max because he loves you and nothing happened between us.” She rushes all that out so I can’t butt in, each of her words stinging my heart a little bit more.
“W-why are you telling me this?” I ask in awe. Am I dreaming? Or is Tess Harding… apologising?
“Because despite what you think, I really care about Max and I hate seeing him like this. Your what makes him happy, not me, and I want him to be happy. Please, just think about it.” She replies quietly, turning around to leave but stopping short when a thought occurs to her. “Oh, and before you ask, Max has no idea I’m here, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.”
And just like that she’s gone, and I’m lying huddled up on the floor crying quietly because I just suddenly realised that I made the biggest mistake of my life not believing Max.. and it may just be too late. What if he doesn’t want me back? What if he’s found someone else, someone better?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
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“Miss Parker. What can I do for you today?” Sheriff Valentie asks as I walk nervously into his office. I look up from where my gaze has been fixed on my wringing hands and hit him dead on with the most serious face I can muster.
“Tonight. I want to tell them.”
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I reach into my bag as I’m walking out of the Sheriff’s station and pull out my mobile, dialling the familiar number from memory. It rings and rings with no answer. I’m not sure what I want more. Max to be home and actually answer or for his answering service to pick up so I don’t have to speak to him in person just yet. After a few more rings there’s a click on the other side of the line and his answering service picks up.
“Hey, its Max. I’m not here so leave and message and I’ll get back to you. Beeeeeeep”
I let out a breath of relief when I hear the recorded message and start to speak emphatically.
“Hi Max. It’s um… it’s Liz. I… I just-”
“Liz?!” Max breathes on the other end of the line, scaring the crap out me so much that I jump at least ten feet into the air. Well, look who likes to screen their calls.
“Hi.” I whisper quietly. Oh God, I think my palms are sweating. Oh God oh God oh God.
“Hey.” He whispers back just as quietly. I can hear how relieved he is right now, but there’s also a hint of fear in his voice. He’s worried that I’m ringing to tell him its over… right? Not because I just interrupted some rendezvous he was in the middle of with some chick and he doesn’t want em to know about it?
“Um... I… ah… I need to talk to you tonight.”
“Oh, okay.” Oh God he sounds terrible. So vulnerable and depressed. I made him sound like that. I’m a loser, bitch, scum of the earth. I should just go and dig my own grave right now!
“C-could you meet me at the Crash at 5?” I ask, my hand unconsciously going up to my face so I can bite my nails. It’s a bad habit but I just can’t stop. I guess that’s why it’s called a bad habit, not a good one. If it were a good one you would be able to stop.
“Um… sure.” He sounds so restrained, like he’s just waiting for me to break his heart. I can’t help it, I made him feel that way, I have to make him feel better and put his doubts at ease.
“I miss you.” I say quietly, only hearing Max’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Its fast and irregular and skips a few seconds from my words.
“I miss you too.” Max sighs in relief and I gently smile, knowing that tonight is going to be really hard to cope with. I just hope I can get everything with Max worked out before everyone else arrives.
“I-I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yeah, definitely. Bye Liz.”
“By Max.”
TBC...
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Hey guys, thanks for the fb.
This will be the last part for a bit as, well, this fic sucks and i have no more of this currently written because life is hectic and i want to focus on my other two fics before i do this. I will update it, just randomly and not as often as my others. No one will be too dissapointed.
Also, the next part is the nokkie :d I need to get into practice for when i write my Walking By nookie scenes so this fic is like my test area. Enjoy:
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Chapter 38
~Max~</center>
What do you do when your girlfriend (if she even is that anymore) rings you up and invites you over after not talking to you for almost a week because your ex-girlfriend decided it would be fun to make it look like you and her screwed in the schools eraser room?
You have five showers, put on a heap of deodorant because your sweating from nervousness so much, change your outfit at least thirty times and then wait anxiously for about three hours until the times comes where you then run to your car and break basically every road rule just so you can get there on time.
But of course when you actually do get there, your half an hour early, so you then proceed to sit in the car for ten minutes, taping your fingers on the steering wheel and bouncing your leg up and down as you wait for the day to go faster. And then after the first ten minutes are over, you get out of your car and stand leaning up against it for the remainder of the time period you have left because your so sick of sitting down that you think you might just chew off your left leg and feed it to the local hobo if you don’t do something soon. I don’t ever remember time going this slow before.
“Max?” A quiet voice asks from beside me and I practically jump out of my skin.
“Shit! Liz!” Breathe Max, breathe. You wont go anywhere in life if your not breathing.
“I-I saw you just standing out here so… I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry.” Oh God, now I feel like an ass… ok, even more of an ass than before. The way she's just staring down at her feet with her arms wrapped around herself like that… damn it!
“Its okay.” I reply with a small chuckle, still trying to get my heart rate back to normal. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and a small smile, reminding me of the first time I saw her at the Halloween party. She looked like an angel then and she still does now.
She just keeps on looking up at me, biting her bottom lip in the way that I love so much. I just stand here with my hands in my pocket watching her. No one speaks, no eyes connect, no shifting of weight from one foot to the other. We both just stand here like statues, which is why I’m pretty stunned when all of a sudden her lips are touching mine in a sweet and sensual kiss.
Liz’s hand gently cups my cheek and her other is on my shoulder, steadying her body against mine. I help her out a bit by gently wrapping my arms around her waist and cupping the back of her head, still completely shocked that she's kissing me and not breaking up with me, but hey, I go with the flow.
Wait a minute, what if this is a goodbye kiss? What if this is her final goodbye? I don’t think I want to let her go to find out… but unfortunately for me I’m not an alien and I can’t breathe out of my ears.
“Mfhns…” I try and say as I pull away but Liz’s lips have a mind of their own and follow me like a magnet. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth when I try to speak again and pulls me tighter against her. As much as I love the fell of Liz in my arms and kissing me senseless, I have to know something before we continue with this make out session in the middle of Main Street.
Gently I place my hands on her shoulders push her off me, taking a much needed breathe of air. Liz cocks her head to the side and looks at me apprehensively. “A-are you okay?”
“Yeah… just need… air.” I say in between giant gulps of air, feeling all of my functions go back to normal. I’m not sure if the reason my hearts beating so fast is from the loss of air of the incredible kiss Liz just gave me. I think I’ll play it safe and go with the later.
“Oh God. I’m sorry Max…” She starts to apologise and I can see her eyes welling up with tears. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me with horror from how she just attacked me. Fuck, nice work Maxwell.
“Liz, its okay, it wasn’t you fault.” I try and tell her but she just clasps her hand over her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut to keep out the tears. I take a step towards her and reach out my hand to touch her cheek but Liz just steps back from me, shaking her head and mumbling a few ‘no’s’.
She wraps her arms around her middle tightly and stares at the ground in front of her, blocking everyone and everything out of her little bubble. I feel so conflicted. I want to just old her in my arms and never let her go. I want to be there for her, I want her to be able to come to me for everything and anything. But I can’t do any of those things if she doesn’t trust me enough to believe that I would never want to hurt her. I would never cheat on Liz, or even contemplate cheating on Liz.
“Do you hate me?” I ask suddenly, the words escaping my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. But now that I’ve asked, now that it’s out in the open, I don’t regret it. This one question has been running through my head ever since Liz ran away from me the other day in the quad.
Stunned brown eyes lift off the ground and meet mine, the absurdity of the thought clearly showing. “H-hate you? Why would you think that Max? W-why… how could… I-I could never hate you.” She stutters with a disbelieving expression on her face. Well, I guess that answers that question. Now, for the real icebreaker…
“But you don’t believe that nothing happened between Tess and I. Y-you don’t trust me.” I say quietly, regretfully. I can’t look up and meet her gaze, afraid of what I may see swimming in her eyes; eyes that have a tendency to show everything Liz is feeling.
“No, Max… I-I didn’t… but now… I-I was so confused… my head was telling me one thing and… and my heart was telling me the other and… I’m so, so sorry Max.” Thorough all that babble I’ve managed to take a step closer to her, looking down into her watery eyes in hope that I drew the right conclusion from what she just said.
“Does… does that mean that…?” I leave the question hanging, party because I’m too afraid to say it and also because my mouth is now opening and closing much like a fish. No words will come out, even though I desperately want them to.
“Yes Max. I’m so sorry for not believing you, but I just…”
That’s all I need to hear. I cut her off with a chastised kiss, pulling her small frame against mine forcefully and plunging my hand in her hair, holding her lips against mine. Her arms come up and wrap around my neck and before we know it I’m pressing her up against the jeep for support, my hands roaming her body like a starved man, completely forgetting that we’re in the middle of Roswell’s main street.
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“Sheriff, what's going on? Why are we all here?” Mrs Parker asks from the back room of the Crashdown café where everyone is assembled. Well, everyone but Liz that is. After some heavy… making out… in her room, she dragged me back down here where everyone by that time was gathered, pushed me down onto the couch, gave me one last kiss and then left silently, her smile replaced with a nervous frown.
“There’s something that Liz and I have to tell you all.” Valentie starts off and I immediately feel my stomach lurch. Judging by everyone else’s faces, they can also tell that this news won’t be good. Maybe it’s just the way he said those famous words. Either he’s about to break up with me, or he’s going to tell me some life changing news.
“W-what are you talking about? Where’s Lizzy?” Mr Parker stutters. Valenti’s face is solemn as he turns to face the other man.
“Jeff, there’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it. Your brother and his wife… the fire at the house… it wasn’t accidental. That fire was purposely lit with the intent to kill.”
“What? The report clearly states that it was an electrical fault!” Mr Parker yells, shocked beyond belief. I don’t know what he must be feeling right now, to find out that your own brother was murdered, but I still don’t see what it has to do with Maria, Michael, Isabel, Alex, Kyle and I.
“Exactly. The report clearly states that, because this information was left out of the report. Jeff, Nancy… Liz was meant to be in that fire as well. The young girl upstairs is not supposed to be here with us today. IT was just by ure luck that she wasn’t home at the time.”
My eyes go wide and I feel like I’m about to throw up. Liz… Liz is meant to be dead? Someone tried to… to kill her?
“H-how… uh… w-what…” Mr P stutters, and I know the exact feeling because I’m going through the exact same thing. This is a really strange day.
“Marco Caprarelli. Tried for the murder of four prostitutes and also the smuggling of five thousand tones of cocaine out of the country. He was put behind bars 11 months ago, and he is the reason why Liz was left without parents. Jeff, your brother was a very well known lawyer, very powerful and very successful, so naturally when he was the one responsible for putting one of Americas biggest criminals behind bars, he literally made a target of himself and his family. We’re just all very lucky that Liz wasn’t home when she was meant to be, otherwise she wouldn’t be here with us right now.
“The reason why Liz didn’t tell you any of this was because she felt it was in your best interest not to know, despite my pressuring of her to tell you all. The only reason why she’s even letting me tell you all this now is because recently she has been getting… threats. And we have reason to believe that Caprarelli is behind them. Liz’s life is in danger, and as you are all associated with Miss Parker, your lives are as well.”
All sound in the room is in mute. The busy restaurant outside eerily quiet. I feel numb, completely and utterly numb. I can’t hear any more of this from him. I need to get away from here… I-I need Liz. I stand up blankly and excuse myself from everyone, stumbling up the stairs as Maria mumbles something along the lines of ‘why didn't she tell me?’ I just need to see Liz. I need to know that she's okay.
I slowly walk into Liz’s room, expecting to see her curled up in a ball on her bed. Instead her room is empty and if I didn’t know any better I would say that she wasn’t here, but a barely audible hiccup coming from her closet confirms my suspicions.
Without saying a word I walk over to her closet, open the door and place myself next to a sobbing angel. We sit in silence and darkness, my hand finding hers and squeezing it lightly. I bring it up to my parched lips and place a gentle kiss against her milky skin.
We can get through this together. We got through Tess after all. We can do anything.
This will be the last part for a bit as, well, this fic sucks and i have no more of this currently written because life is hectic and i want to focus on my other two fics before i do this. I will update it, just randomly and not as often as my others. No one will be too dissapointed.
Also, the next part is the nokkie :d I need to get into practice for when i write my Walking By nookie scenes so this fic is like my test area. Enjoy:
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Chapter 38
~Max~</center>
What do you do when your girlfriend (if she even is that anymore) rings you up and invites you over after not talking to you for almost a week because your ex-girlfriend decided it would be fun to make it look like you and her screwed in the schools eraser room?
You have five showers, put on a heap of deodorant because your sweating from nervousness so much, change your outfit at least thirty times and then wait anxiously for about three hours until the times comes where you then run to your car and break basically every road rule just so you can get there on time.
But of course when you actually do get there, your half an hour early, so you then proceed to sit in the car for ten minutes, taping your fingers on the steering wheel and bouncing your leg up and down as you wait for the day to go faster. And then after the first ten minutes are over, you get out of your car and stand leaning up against it for the remainder of the time period you have left because your so sick of sitting down that you think you might just chew off your left leg and feed it to the local hobo if you don’t do something soon. I don’t ever remember time going this slow before.
“Max?” A quiet voice asks from beside me and I practically jump out of my skin.
“Shit! Liz!” Breathe Max, breathe. You wont go anywhere in life if your not breathing.
“I-I saw you just standing out here so… I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry.” Oh God, now I feel like an ass… ok, even more of an ass than before. The way she's just staring down at her feet with her arms wrapped around herself like that… damn it!
“Its okay.” I reply with a small chuckle, still trying to get my heart rate back to normal. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and a small smile, reminding me of the first time I saw her at the Halloween party. She looked like an angel then and she still does now.
She just keeps on looking up at me, biting her bottom lip in the way that I love so much. I just stand here with my hands in my pocket watching her. No one speaks, no eyes connect, no shifting of weight from one foot to the other. We both just stand here like statues, which is why I’m pretty stunned when all of a sudden her lips are touching mine in a sweet and sensual kiss.
Liz’s hand gently cups my cheek and her other is on my shoulder, steadying her body against mine. I help her out a bit by gently wrapping my arms around her waist and cupping the back of her head, still completely shocked that she's kissing me and not breaking up with me, but hey, I go with the flow.
Wait a minute, what if this is a goodbye kiss? What if this is her final goodbye? I don’t think I want to let her go to find out… but unfortunately for me I’m not an alien and I can’t breathe out of my ears.
“Mfhns…” I try and say as I pull away but Liz’s lips have a mind of their own and follow me like a magnet. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth when I try to speak again and pulls me tighter against her. As much as I love the fell of Liz in my arms and kissing me senseless, I have to know something before we continue with this make out session in the middle of Main Street.
Gently I place my hands on her shoulders push her off me, taking a much needed breathe of air. Liz cocks her head to the side and looks at me apprehensively. “A-are you okay?”
“Yeah… just need… air.” I say in between giant gulps of air, feeling all of my functions go back to normal. I’m not sure if the reason my hearts beating so fast is from the loss of air of the incredible kiss Liz just gave me. I think I’ll play it safe and go with the later.
“Oh God. I’m sorry Max…” She starts to apologise and I can see her eyes welling up with tears. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me with horror from how she just attacked me. Fuck, nice work Maxwell.
“Liz, its okay, it wasn’t you fault.” I try and tell her but she just clasps her hand over her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut to keep out the tears. I take a step towards her and reach out my hand to touch her cheek but Liz just steps back from me, shaking her head and mumbling a few ‘no’s’.
She wraps her arms around her middle tightly and stares at the ground in front of her, blocking everyone and everything out of her little bubble. I feel so conflicted. I want to just old her in my arms and never let her go. I want to be there for her, I want her to be able to come to me for everything and anything. But I can’t do any of those things if she doesn’t trust me enough to believe that I would never want to hurt her. I would never cheat on Liz, or even contemplate cheating on Liz.
“Do you hate me?” I ask suddenly, the words escaping my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. But now that I’ve asked, now that it’s out in the open, I don’t regret it. This one question has been running through my head ever since Liz ran away from me the other day in the quad.
Stunned brown eyes lift off the ground and meet mine, the absurdity of the thought clearly showing. “H-hate you? Why would you think that Max? W-why… how could… I-I could never hate you.” She stutters with a disbelieving expression on her face. Well, I guess that answers that question. Now, for the real icebreaker…
“But you don’t believe that nothing happened between Tess and I. Y-you don’t trust me.” I say quietly, regretfully. I can’t look up and meet her gaze, afraid of what I may see swimming in her eyes; eyes that have a tendency to show everything Liz is feeling.
“No, Max… I-I didn’t… but now… I-I was so confused… my head was telling me one thing and… and my heart was telling me the other and… I’m so, so sorry Max.” Thorough all that babble I’ve managed to take a step closer to her, looking down into her watery eyes in hope that I drew the right conclusion from what she just said.
“Does… does that mean that…?” I leave the question hanging, party because I’m too afraid to say it and also because my mouth is now opening and closing much like a fish. No words will come out, even though I desperately want them to.
“Yes Max. I’m so sorry for not believing you, but I just…”
That’s all I need to hear. I cut her off with a chastised kiss, pulling her small frame against mine forcefully and plunging my hand in her hair, holding her lips against mine. Her arms come up and wrap around my neck and before we know it I’m pressing her up against the jeep for support, my hands roaming her body like a starved man, completely forgetting that we’re in the middle of Roswell’s main street.
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“Sheriff, what's going on? Why are we all here?” Mrs Parker asks from the back room of the Crashdown café where everyone is assembled. Well, everyone but Liz that is. After some heavy… making out… in her room, she dragged me back down here where everyone by that time was gathered, pushed me down onto the couch, gave me one last kiss and then left silently, her smile replaced with a nervous frown.
“There’s something that Liz and I have to tell you all.” Valentie starts off and I immediately feel my stomach lurch. Judging by everyone else’s faces, they can also tell that this news won’t be good. Maybe it’s just the way he said those famous words. Either he’s about to break up with me, or he’s going to tell me some life changing news.
“W-what are you talking about? Where’s Lizzy?” Mr Parker stutters. Valenti’s face is solemn as he turns to face the other man.
“Jeff, there’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it. Your brother and his wife… the fire at the house… it wasn’t accidental. That fire was purposely lit with the intent to kill.”
“What? The report clearly states that it was an electrical fault!” Mr Parker yells, shocked beyond belief. I don’t know what he must be feeling right now, to find out that your own brother was murdered, but I still don’t see what it has to do with Maria, Michael, Isabel, Alex, Kyle and I.
“Exactly. The report clearly states that, because this information was left out of the report. Jeff, Nancy… Liz was meant to be in that fire as well. The young girl upstairs is not supposed to be here with us today. IT was just by ure luck that she wasn’t home at the time.”
My eyes go wide and I feel like I’m about to throw up. Liz… Liz is meant to be dead? Someone tried to… to kill her?
“H-how… uh… w-what…” Mr P stutters, and I know the exact feeling because I’m going through the exact same thing. This is a really strange day.
“Marco Caprarelli. Tried for the murder of four prostitutes and also the smuggling of five thousand tones of cocaine out of the country. He was put behind bars 11 months ago, and he is the reason why Liz was left without parents. Jeff, your brother was a very well known lawyer, very powerful and very successful, so naturally when he was the one responsible for putting one of Americas biggest criminals behind bars, he literally made a target of himself and his family. We’re just all very lucky that Liz wasn’t home when she was meant to be, otherwise she wouldn’t be here with us right now.
“The reason why Liz didn’t tell you any of this was because she felt it was in your best interest not to know, despite my pressuring of her to tell you all. The only reason why she’s even letting me tell you all this now is because recently she has been getting… threats. And we have reason to believe that Caprarelli is behind them. Liz’s life is in danger, and as you are all associated with Miss Parker, your lives are as well.”
All sound in the room is in mute. The busy restaurant outside eerily quiet. I feel numb, completely and utterly numb. I can’t hear any more of this from him. I need to get away from here… I-I need Liz. I stand up blankly and excuse myself from everyone, stumbling up the stairs as Maria mumbles something along the lines of ‘why didn't she tell me?’ I just need to see Liz. I need to know that she's okay.
I slowly walk into Liz’s room, expecting to see her curled up in a ball on her bed. Instead her room is empty and if I didn’t know any better I would say that she wasn’t here, but a barely audible hiccup coming from her closet confirms my suspicions.
Without saying a word I walk over to her closet, open the door and place myself next to a sobbing angel. We sit in silence and darkness, my hand finding hers and squeezing it lightly. I bring it up to my parched lips and place a gentle kiss against her milky skin.
We can get through this together. We got through Tess after all. We can do anything.
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So, i was sitting here last night completely bored out my mind and got inspiration to write this fic. Just one chapter though, so dont get too excited.
Thanks for your fb guys and i can assure you that i will finish this fic eventually. I dont want to be one of those authors who start a fic and never finish them all because they dont like the story anymore. (no offence to anyone). But i can't promise regular updates and what not.
Life is crazy and i'm writing four fics, this being my least favourite. I really want to finish a fic and so far this and SOV are the closest to the end, so i'll either start writing likle a crazy person so i can finish this finally or i'll write every now and then and try to finish SOV. But rest assured i will eventually finish it.
Thanks again for your words guys.
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Chapter 39
~Liz~</center>
“When you came to my house that night you were being stalked… the man, he wasn’t just some drunk following you, was he?” Max asks slowly and I feel my entire body tense up.
“No.” Is my only reply. I try to pull my hand out of his grasp but he holds tight, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure me that he’s here. For how much longer, I don’t know. Maybe this is the final goodbye. Maybe Max is just here to ask that one question before saying he can’t be with me anymore, my life is too dangerous for even him. Its absurd to think, but knowing my luck it’ll probably happen.
“Do you hate me?” I barely ask, dreading the answer more than a thousand fiery deaths. The silence between us was unbearable and it was the only think I could think of to break the stillness, but now I wish I hadn’t. Not only because I know that his answer will most probably involve a ‘yes’, but also because now the silence is deafening.
“I could never hate you Liz.” He answers softly, his voice so full of sincerity and love that all the tenseness throughout my entire body vanishes. I slump down against the hard wall of my closet and throw my head back, closing my eyes and just enjoying the confined space, as strange as that sounds.
“I lied to you all.” I whisper, my voice straining as I fight away the tears. I look as far away from Max as I can but it doesn’t stop his hand from gently coming up and turning my chin to face him. His soft thumb gently caresses away my tears, and even in the dark I can see his sparkling amber eyes looking into mine.
“Baby, you can’t lie about something you never told us. I understand that you were trying to protect everyone you love and it just makes me love you even more. I’m so glad that you finally let us all know what was going on but please Liz, don’t ever think that you lied to us. You had no obligation to tell anyone, it wasn’t anyone’s business but your own. I just wish that when I said I would be your bodyguard I new what I was actually signing on for.”
He chuckles softly beside my ear, placing a small kiss on my temple and bringing my head down to rest against his chest. Max’s strong arms envelope me and I let out the deep breath I had been holding. He said he wasn’t going anywhere… and I really want to believe him.
I bite my bottom lip in contemplation of his words. Just because he tells me that its okay doesn’t stop the guilt. I should have told everyone. I should have told someone, anyone. God, Maria is never going to speak to me again and I’ll be surprised if my aunt and uncle don’t kick me out of the house. I’m a danger to everyone.
“Give her time Liz. She’ll be mad for a day or so and then she’ll get so worried about you that you’ll wish she still wasn’t talking to you. And your aunt and uncle will do anything to protect you, just like I will.” Max gently whispers from above me and I don’t even question how he knew what I was talking about. His hand gently strokes through my hair and I let out a small sigh.
I wish that I could freeze this moment. Everything we’ve gone through separately and together has lead to this one perfect moment between us… yet I know that it can never last. We can’t stay shut away in my closet forever, no matter how much I wish we could.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Max swings open the door to the closet and stands up, pulling me out into the light with him. I squint from the sudden brightness and slowly open my eyes to see Max crawling out my window.
I feel… weak. I absently put my hand out in front of me and grab onto my dresser to stop me from collapsing on the ground. Max is leaving me. He’s decided that my life is too screwed up and too hard for him and now he’s leaving me without even saying a word. Just walking away.
My legs tremble underneath me and I think I’m about to break down and cry. I only just got Max back, in the last two hours to be exact. I can’t loose him again.
He turns around once he’s fully out my window and crouches down, sticking his head into my room, his eyes piercing mine. This is it, his final goodbye. This is the part where he says “Well, it’s been great and all, but I suddenly remembered why I loved Tess.”
Instead something entirely different flows out of his mouth.
“Liz? Are you coming?”
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“Where are we going?” I mumble with my head thrown back against the headrest and my eyes closed. The wind whips my hair around my face, occasionally poking me in the eye or the mouth, but I don’t mind.
I feel as though a giant weight has been taken off my shoulders now that Max knows. Is it sad that I didn’t care much if Maria or my aunt and uncle knew, but Max not knowing was tearing me up inside? I guess the amazing part is that he knows now and he’s still here with me.
Unless of course the entire idea of this little drive we’re going on is to take me to the outskirts of town and dump me in the desert.
Crap.
What if that’s what this is about? What if he wants to get rid of me just to keep Roswell and his life safe? What if this is where he kicks me out of a moving vehicle yelling ‘sianara sucker’ and throwing his cowboy hat in the air…
…uh, wait a minute. Scratch the cowboy hat bit. I don’t think he has one.
“It’s a surprise.” He smirks at me, breaking out into a full-blown smile from my groan of annoyance. I hate surprises, yet somehow Max seems to make them the most magical things in the universe.
Don’t get me wrong, I still hate surprises, but he just makes them that tinsy bit more bearable.
The vibrating of his mobile on the dash wakes me up from my limbo state and I squint my eyes against the setting sun that’s bathing the desert scenery in an orange red glow. I never knew dust and dirt could be so beautiful until now.
“Hello?” Max asks after a few rings, pulling over to the side of the road and putting the jeep in park. With a small sigh I turn back to my window and rest my head against the suspended seatbelt, closing my eyes and listening to the conversation going on next to me.
“Maxwell? Where the hell did you go?” Michaels voice echoes out from the small phone in a static buzz. It takes me a minute to make out his voice.
Desert silence is excellent for eavesdropping.
“One minute you were here and then next you were gone? And to make matters worse Liz is gone to. We can’t find her anywhere. Maria’s fuming. I so don’t want to be in the same room when they get together. God, I can only imagine how your taking it. I mean everyone else didn’t necessarily matter, but the fact that she lied to you…”
“She didn’t lie Michael.” Max quickly cuts him off, his hand coming to entwine with mine as it rests on my lap. At least someone’s on my side, right? I’m not necessarily saying what I did was right, but it wasn’t wrong either. I put all their lives in danger and my own by keeping this to myself but I thought I was doing the right thing, protecting them, protecting myself.
“Bullshit.”
Geeze, thanks for the support. Love you too Michael.
Asshole.
“How could she lie if we never knew about it? There's a big difference between lying and not telling someone something.” Max explains. His answer is followed by a minute silence and I swear I can practically hear the clocks ticking over in Michael’s head.
Sure enough a minute later…
“She’s there with you right now, isn’t she?”
Ding!
Congratulations, you’ve won first prize in the ‘How Fricking Obvious’ game.
Asshole.
“Look Michael, I’ve gotta go.” Max says, turning to give me a loving smile that I reciprocate uneasily. “Just… tell everyone that Liz is safe, she's with me. And tell them that we’ll be back later tonight. Probably around midnight or something, but please, don’t let them blame her for something that was out of her control to begin with.”
A minute later Max hangs up the mobile and lets out a small sigh. I feel his eyes bore into the back of my head as I continue to look out the window. I know when he leans in closer to me so I’m not surprised when his hand comes out and turns my head to face him. I’m not at all startled at the first touch of his soft lips on mine, or his strong ars wrapping around my body, pulling me closer to him.
But for some reason when he pulls back and caresses my cheek, looking in my eyes and says ‘I love you Liz Parker, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe’, I am surprised.
I guess I just never thought someone like Max Evans could know so much about my past and yet, still love me just as much as I love him.
Thanks for your fb guys and i can assure you that i will finish this fic eventually. I dont want to be one of those authors who start a fic and never finish them all because they dont like the story anymore. (no offence to anyone). But i can't promise regular updates and what not.
Life is crazy and i'm writing four fics, this being my least favourite. I really want to finish a fic and so far this and SOV are the closest to the end, so i'll either start writing likle a crazy person so i can finish this finally or i'll write every now and then and try to finish SOV. But rest assured i will eventually finish it.
Thanks again for your words guys.
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Chapter 39
~Liz~</center>
“When you came to my house that night you were being stalked… the man, he wasn’t just some drunk following you, was he?” Max asks slowly and I feel my entire body tense up.
“No.” Is my only reply. I try to pull my hand out of his grasp but he holds tight, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure me that he’s here. For how much longer, I don’t know. Maybe this is the final goodbye. Maybe Max is just here to ask that one question before saying he can’t be with me anymore, my life is too dangerous for even him. Its absurd to think, but knowing my luck it’ll probably happen.
“Do you hate me?” I barely ask, dreading the answer more than a thousand fiery deaths. The silence between us was unbearable and it was the only think I could think of to break the stillness, but now I wish I hadn’t. Not only because I know that his answer will most probably involve a ‘yes’, but also because now the silence is deafening.
“I could never hate you Liz.” He answers softly, his voice so full of sincerity and love that all the tenseness throughout my entire body vanishes. I slump down against the hard wall of my closet and throw my head back, closing my eyes and just enjoying the confined space, as strange as that sounds.
“I lied to you all.” I whisper, my voice straining as I fight away the tears. I look as far away from Max as I can but it doesn’t stop his hand from gently coming up and turning my chin to face him. His soft thumb gently caresses away my tears, and even in the dark I can see his sparkling amber eyes looking into mine.
“Baby, you can’t lie about something you never told us. I understand that you were trying to protect everyone you love and it just makes me love you even more. I’m so glad that you finally let us all know what was going on but please Liz, don’t ever think that you lied to us. You had no obligation to tell anyone, it wasn’t anyone’s business but your own. I just wish that when I said I would be your bodyguard I new what I was actually signing on for.”
He chuckles softly beside my ear, placing a small kiss on my temple and bringing my head down to rest against his chest. Max’s strong arms envelope me and I let out the deep breath I had been holding. He said he wasn’t going anywhere… and I really want to believe him.
I bite my bottom lip in contemplation of his words. Just because he tells me that its okay doesn’t stop the guilt. I should have told everyone. I should have told someone, anyone. God, Maria is never going to speak to me again and I’ll be surprised if my aunt and uncle don’t kick me out of the house. I’m a danger to everyone.
“Give her time Liz. She’ll be mad for a day or so and then she’ll get so worried about you that you’ll wish she still wasn’t talking to you. And your aunt and uncle will do anything to protect you, just like I will.” Max gently whispers from above me and I don’t even question how he knew what I was talking about. His hand gently strokes through my hair and I let out a small sigh.
I wish that I could freeze this moment. Everything we’ve gone through separately and together has lead to this one perfect moment between us… yet I know that it can never last. We can’t stay shut away in my closet forever, no matter how much I wish we could.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Max swings open the door to the closet and stands up, pulling me out into the light with him. I squint from the sudden brightness and slowly open my eyes to see Max crawling out my window.
I feel… weak. I absently put my hand out in front of me and grab onto my dresser to stop me from collapsing on the ground. Max is leaving me. He’s decided that my life is too screwed up and too hard for him and now he’s leaving me without even saying a word. Just walking away.
My legs tremble underneath me and I think I’m about to break down and cry. I only just got Max back, in the last two hours to be exact. I can’t loose him again.
He turns around once he’s fully out my window and crouches down, sticking his head into my room, his eyes piercing mine. This is it, his final goodbye. This is the part where he says “Well, it’s been great and all, but I suddenly remembered why I loved Tess.”
Instead something entirely different flows out of his mouth.
“Liz? Are you coming?”
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“Where are we going?” I mumble with my head thrown back against the headrest and my eyes closed. The wind whips my hair around my face, occasionally poking me in the eye or the mouth, but I don’t mind.
I feel as though a giant weight has been taken off my shoulders now that Max knows. Is it sad that I didn’t care much if Maria or my aunt and uncle knew, but Max not knowing was tearing me up inside? I guess the amazing part is that he knows now and he’s still here with me.
Unless of course the entire idea of this little drive we’re going on is to take me to the outskirts of town and dump me in the desert.
Crap.
What if that’s what this is about? What if he wants to get rid of me just to keep Roswell and his life safe? What if this is where he kicks me out of a moving vehicle yelling ‘sianara sucker’ and throwing his cowboy hat in the air…
…uh, wait a minute. Scratch the cowboy hat bit. I don’t think he has one.
“It’s a surprise.” He smirks at me, breaking out into a full-blown smile from my groan of annoyance. I hate surprises, yet somehow Max seems to make them the most magical things in the universe.
Don’t get me wrong, I still hate surprises, but he just makes them that tinsy bit more bearable.
The vibrating of his mobile on the dash wakes me up from my limbo state and I squint my eyes against the setting sun that’s bathing the desert scenery in an orange red glow. I never knew dust and dirt could be so beautiful until now.
“Hello?” Max asks after a few rings, pulling over to the side of the road and putting the jeep in park. With a small sigh I turn back to my window and rest my head against the suspended seatbelt, closing my eyes and listening to the conversation going on next to me.
“Maxwell? Where the hell did you go?” Michaels voice echoes out from the small phone in a static buzz. It takes me a minute to make out his voice.
Desert silence is excellent for eavesdropping.
“One minute you were here and then next you were gone? And to make matters worse Liz is gone to. We can’t find her anywhere. Maria’s fuming. I so don’t want to be in the same room when they get together. God, I can only imagine how your taking it. I mean everyone else didn’t necessarily matter, but the fact that she lied to you…”
“She didn’t lie Michael.” Max quickly cuts him off, his hand coming to entwine with mine as it rests on my lap. At least someone’s on my side, right? I’m not necessarily saying what I did was right, but it wasn’t wrong either. I put all their lives in danger and my own by keeping this to myself but I thought I was doing the right thing, protecting them, protecting myself.
“Bullshit.”
Geeze, thanks for the support. Love you too Michael.
Asshole.
“How could she lie if we never knew about it? There's a big difference between lying and not telling someone something.” Max explains. His answer is followed by a minute silence and I swear I can practically hear the clocks ticking over in Michael’s head.
Sure enough a minute later…
“She’s there with you right now, isn’t she?”
Ding!
Congratulations, you’ve won first prize in the ‘How Fricking Obvious’ game.
Asshole.
“Look Michael, I’ve gotta go.” Max says, turning to give me a loving smile that I reciprocate uneasily. “Just… tell everyone that Liz is safe, she's with me. And tell them that we’ll be back later tonight. Probably around midnight or something, but please, don’t let them blame her for something that was out of her control to begin with.”
A minute later Max hangs up the mobile and lets out a small sigh. I feel his eyes bore into the back of my head as I continue to look out the window. I know when he leans in closer to me so I’m not surprised when his hand comes out and turns my head to face him. I’m not at all startled at the first touch of his soft lips on mine, or his strong ars wrapping around my body, pulling me closer to him.
But for some reason when he pulls back and caresses my cheek, looking in my eyes and says ‘I love you Liz Parker, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe’, I am surprised.
I guess I just never thought someone like Max Evans could know so much about my past and yet, still love me just as much as I love him.
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Chapter 40
~Max~
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“Do you know the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming? The way you were just sitting there at the party, you looked so perfect. I was so afraid to move, God, to even blink. I thought you would just disappear.” I say quietly, looking down at my hands in embarrassment.
We lay side by side on the sleeping bag in front of the little crack in the rock, staring up at the stars and revelling in the silence around us. I want to reach out and touch Liz, stroke her hair or her cheeks… just touch her, so much.
And I would, if I wasn’t so fucking afraid of ruining the moment.
I close my eyes and think back to an hour ago when we pulled off the side of the road and I watched Liz’s eyes light up from the knowledge of where we were. She seemed so tense, and I guess she has a lot on her mind right now, but just for tonight I want her to have perfect. I want everything to go how she wants, at her own pace and to the beat of her own drum.
It’s the least she deserves, right?
“All that night after you ran off I had to keep pinching myself just to make sure I wouldn’t wake up in my bed with you being just a dream. I still do it now too, just to make sure that your really here and really mine.” I say with a small chuckle, looking over at her quiet body.
Her lips are slightly open and her eyes are closed, the moonlight accentuating her perfect features and giving them a soft blue glow. She's perfection.
We sit quietly, me not sure what more to say and Liz just thinking. I know she's still awake because of the rise and fall of her chest and her deep breaths. Slowly I feel her hand run down my wrists until it finds my hand, her finger lacing with mine perfectly as we lay in the silence and watch the stars for what I presume is an hour.
Without a word of warning Liz rolls onto her side and fuses her lips with mine forcefully, demanding everything I have. I gladly give it to her, wrapping my arms around her petite body and pulling her so she's lying on top of me, straddling my hips with her thighs.
Its as if communication isn’t necessary. We both know what we want and that we’re ready to experience it together… now.
That doesn’t stop me from being as nervous as fuck though.
Her hands go to the buttons on my shirt and tear furiously at them until my shirts all the way opened, exposing my bare chest. I’m not sure if I gasp from the cold air or Liz’s hands roaming across my taut muscles but either way it’s amazing.
She leans down cautiously, afraid of what I might do, but I smile softly at her and close my eyes, waiting for the first touch of her soft lips against my skin. The feelings is electrical, her warm mouth so hot and inviting.
She kisses all over my naked chest, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms until its completely off. She picks it up absentmindedly and throws it across her shoulder, not having a care in the world where it lands.
I just know that when I go to get dressed later I’m going to find a nasty looking lizard that’s decided to make my shirt his new home, but I just cant seem to care right now.
I roll us over gently, mimicking Liz’s actions with the buttons on her shirt. I hold my breath the entire time, waiting for her to tell me to stop but she says nothing. When I get to the very last button I undo it successfully and look up into her eyes for permission. Sure, I’ve seen the top half of her body naked before but for some reason I’m still nervous that I’ll go too far and cross the line.
She gives me a soft nod, throwing her head back against our makeshift pillow and closing her eyes. I peel the material off her skin and set to work on removing her pink lace bra. I slide the straps down her arms leisurely, wanting to reveal her beauty in small sections so I can take it all in, appreciate every little bit of her gorgeous body.
As soon as I pull her bra off her body, Liz snakes her hands in my hair and pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me with everything she has, just as I kiss her back. I move my mouth down her delicate body, kissing a trail down her neck and collarbone until I reach a perfectly ripe nipple and suck it in my mouth. Our joint moans of appreciation echo off the surrounding rocks with no one to hear them but us.
I scrape my teeth against her ripe peak, switching to the other breast to give it the exact same attention and delighting in her withering moans beneath me. Her hand in my hair holds my mouth in place and I have no complaints. I love the feel of her soft skin against my lips and I love that I can make her feel as if she's going to fall apart in my arms.
“God your beautiful.” I whispers against her skin and resume my kisses.
Liz tugs on my hair; bringing my mouth back up to hers in a fiery kiss that rivals everything I’ve ever felt before in my life. She is purely amazing.
Somehow we manage to escape the rest of our clothes until I’m lying in between Liz’s legs in only my boxers with her panties the only piece of clothing left to cover her delicious body from my view.
“Liz? Are you sure? We don’t have to go any further if your feeling uncomfortable.” I whisper into the night.
She replies with a shake of her head, her lips coming up to greet mine softly and romantically. “No Max, I want to. Its just…”
She bites her bottom lip and looks away from my probing gaze but I’m quick to pull her eyes back to mine. “What?”
“D-do you… have… something?” a deep blush shades her cheek and I nod in embarrassment. I completely forgot about a condom, too lost in making sure I wasn’t pushing her to remember protection. Liz already has enough drama in her life, a teen pregnancy wouldn’t help.
“Oh, yeah… um…” I mumble, reaching around in the dark trying to find my pants. I finally grab hold of them somewhere near our feet and pull out my wallet from the back pocket, extracting the small plastic packet before resituating myself between Liz’s legs.
She leans up and kisses me, rolling us over so she's once again straddling my legs. With shaky hands she reaches out to the waistband of my boxers and cautiously pulls them down.
Cue sharp intake of breath from both of us.
Me, because its kinda cold out here in the desert and Liz because she's seeing me for the first time. Actually, I think this is her first time seeing a male body in general that didn’t appear in a biology text book, and vice versa for me.
With her hands still trembling Liz lifts her body up and pulls my boxers all the way off, her gaze never once leaving my erection. She reaches out and takes the condom packet out of my hand and before I can protest tears open the packet and rolls it down my length. I inhale sharply from the feel of her hands brushing against my cock but I stay strong.
I can’t let her see just how nervous I am to be doing this. If she knows that I’m nervous then she’ll be even more nervous and I can tell just by the way her hand is trembling that she's already nervous enough.
“Liz? W-we can stop…” I start but she cuts me off.
“No!” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “I-I just…”
“We’ll go slow. I promise you.” I vow, reaching out to cup her cheek. I lean up and place a tender kiss on her lips, slowly rolling us over so I’m on top, supporting myself with my forearms that are either side of her shoulders.
She reaches down in between us, pulling off the last scrap of clothing separating our bodies, and kicks it to the side.
I lean down with a heavy breath and kiss her softly. Liz’s arms come up and surround my shoulders, pulling me closer to her warm core. I can feel her wetness seeping in as I stroke the outside of her lips, too afraid of pushing in and hurting her.
“Max…go…” she whispers against my ear and thrusts her hips up to meet mine, taking me in slowly, inch by inch until I reach her barrier. I pull out slowly and wait for any sign that she uncomfortable with what we’re about to do, but Liz just smiles at me with love in her eyes.
I kiss her hard and fast as I thrust my hips all the way, burying myself inside of her sweat body and swallow her groans of pain. I support myself on my elbows and wait for her to adjust and to tell me to keep going. I pepper her face with sweet kisses and whisper in her ear, wiping away the lone tear that ran down her cheek.
Liz bites her bottom lip in pain but after a minute or two she takes a deep breath and gently moves her hips upwards to mine, indicating that she's ready. I slowly move in and out of her, never once breaking my lips contact with her skin.
I trail heated kisses up and down her chest, the crook of her neck, yet always returning back to her inviting lips. Gradually we speed up until I don’t think I can hold out any more. I’m just proud that I’ve lasted this long. I was positive that my first time I would blow my load before I even got past getting naked. Guess I was wrong.
Liz’s grip tightens around me, her entire body tensing up before she screams out my name, throwing her head back and breathing heavily. I follow shortly after with a long groan of “Agh… Liz!” and burry my head in her shoulder and try to catch my breath.
I think I just saw stars. The intensity of the feeling I just experienced… it was amazing. And I shared it with Liz.
Once feeling comes back to be I roll off her, laying on my back and bring Liz with me so she's resting on top of my exhausted body. I run my hands soothingly up and down her naked back and feel her shiver underneath me. Our mingling sweat cooled our bodies, mixing with the gentle desert breeze to create a chilly atmosphere.
I pull the sleeping bag up and over her shoulders, coving her beautiful naked body from my view and wrap my arms around her. She places a small kiss over my heart and snuggles closer against me, both of us worn out from the tiring activity.
“I love you.” She whispers against my chest and I can’t help but smile.
“I love you too.”
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Chapter 40
~Max~
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“Do you know the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming? The way you were just sitting there at the party, you looked so perfect. I was so afraid to move, God, to even blink. I thought you would just disappear.” I say quietly, looking down at my hands in embarrassment.
We lay side by side on the sleeping bag in front of the little crack in the rock, staring up at the stars and revelling in the silence around us. I want to reach out and touch Liz, stroke her hair or her cheeks… just touch her, so much.
And I would, if I wasn’t so fucking afraid of ruining the moment.
I close my eyes and think back to an hour ago when we pulled off the side of the road and I watched Liz’s eyes light up from the knowledge of where we were. She seemed so tense, and I guess she has a lot on her mind right now, but just for tonight I want her to have perfect. I want everything to go how she wants, at her own pace and to the beat of her own drum.
It’s the least she deserves, right?
“All that night after you ran off I had to keep pinching myself just to make sure I wouldn’t wake up in my bed with you being just a dream. I still do it now too, just to make sure that your really here and really mine.” I say with a small chuckle, looking over at her quiet body.
Her lips are slightly open and her eyes are closed, the moonlight accentuating her perfect features and giving them a soft blue glow. She's perfection.
We sit quietly, me not sure what more to say and Liz just thinking. I know she's still awake because of the rise and fall of her chest and her deep breaths. Slowly I feel her hand run down my wrists until it finds my hand, her finger lacing with mine perfectly as we lay in the silence and watch the stars for what I presume is an hour.
Without a word of warning Liz rolls onto her side and fuses her lips with mine forcefully, demanding everything I have. I gladly give it to her, wrapping my arms around her petite body and pulling her so she's lying on top of me, straddling my hips with her thighs.
Its as if communication isn’t necessary. We both know what we want and that we’re ready to experience it together… now.
That doesn’t stop me from being as nervous as fuck though.
Her hands go to the buttons on my shirt and tear furiously at them until my shirts all the way opened, exposing my bare chest. I’m not sure if I gasp from the cold air or Liz’s hands roaming across my taut muscles but either way it’s amazing.
She leans down cautiously, afraid of what I might do, but I smile softly at her and close my eyes, waiting for the first touch of her soft lips against my skin. The feelings is electrical, her warm mouth so hot and inviting.
She kisses all over my naked chest, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms until its completely off. She picks it up absentmindedly and throws it across her shoulder, not having a care in the world where it lands.
I just know that when I go to get dressed later I’m going to find a nasty looking lizard that’s decided to make my shirt his new home, but I just cant seem to care right now.
I roll us over gently, mimicking Liz’s actions with the buttons on her shirt. I hold my breath the entire time, waiting for her to tell me to stop but she says nothing. When I get to the very last button I undo it successfully and look up into her eyes for permission. Sure, I’ve seen the top half of her body naked before but for some reason I’m still nervous that I’ll go too far and cross the line.
She gives me a soft nod, throwing her head back against our makeshift pillow and closing her eyes. I peel the material off her skin and set to work on removing her pink lace bra. I slide the straps down her arms leisurely, wanting to reveal her beauty in small sections so I can take it all in, appreciate every little bit of her gorgeous body.
As soon as I pull her bra off her body, Liz snakes her hands in my hair and pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me with everything she has, just as I kiss her back. I move my mouth down her delicate body, kissing a trail down her neck and collarbone until I reach a perfectly ripe nipple and suck it in my mouth. Our joint moans of appreciation echo off the surrounding rocks with no one to hear them but us.
I scrape my teeth against her ripe peak, switching to the other breast to give it the exact same attention and delighting in her withering moans beneath me. Her hand in my hair holds my mouth in place and I have no complaints. I love the feel of her soft skin against my lips and I love that I can make her feel as if she's going to fall apart in my arms.
“God your beautiful.” I whispers against her skin and resume my kisses.
Liz tugs on my hair; bringing my mouth back up to hers in a fiery kiss that rivals everything I’ve ever felt before in my life. She is purely amazing.
Somehow we manage to escape the rest of our clothes until I’m lying in between Liz’s legs in only my boxers with her panties the only piece of clothing left to cover her delicious body from my view.
“Liz? Are you sure? We don’t have to go any further if your feeling uncomfortable.” I whisper into the night.
She replies with a shake of her head, her lips coming up to greet mine softly and romantically. “No Max, I want to. Its just…”
She bites her bottom lip and looks away from my probing gaze but I’m quick to pull her eyes back to mine. “What?”
“D-do you… have… something?” a deep blush shades her cheek and I nod in embarrassment. I completely forgot about a condom, too lost in making sure I wasn’t pushing her to remember protection. Liz already has enough drama in her life, a teen pregnancy wouldn’t help.
“Oh, yeah… um…” I mumble, reaching around in the dark trying to find my pants. I finally grab hold of them somewhere near our feet and pull out my wallet from the back pocket, extracting the small plastic packet before resituating myself between Liz’s legs.
She leans up and kisses me, rolling us over so she's once again straddling my legs. With shaky hands she reaches out to the waistband of my boxers and cautiously pulls them down.
Cue sharp intake of breath from both of us.
Me, because its kinda cold out here in the desert and Liz because she's seeing me for the first time. Actually, I think this is her first time seeing a male body in general that didn’t appear in a biology text book, and vice versa for me.
With her hands still trembling Liz lifts her body up and pulls my boxers all the way off, her gaze never once leaving my erection. She reaches out and takes the condom packet out of my hand and before I can protest tears open the packet and rolls it down my length. I inhale sharply from the feel of her hands brushing against my cock but I stay strong.
I can’t let her see just how nervous I am to be doing this. If she knows that I’m nervous then she’ll be even more nervous and I can tell just by the way her hand is trembling that she's already nervous enough.
“Liz? W-we can stop…” I start but she cuts me off.
“No!” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “I-I just…”
“We’ll go slow. I promise you.” I vow, reaching out to cup her cheek. I lean up and place a tender kiss on her lips, slowly rolling us over so I’m on top, supporting myself with my forearms that are either side of her shoulders.
She reaches down in between us, pulling off the last scrap of clothing separating our bodies, and kicks it to the side.
I lean down with a heavy breath and kiss her softly. Liz’s arms come up and surround my shoulders, pulling me closer to her warm core. I can feel her wetness seeping in as I stroke the outside of her lips, too afraid of pushing in and hurting her.
“Max…go…” she whispers against my ear and thrusts her hips up to meet mine, taking me in slowly, inch by inch until I reach her barrier. I pull out slowly and wait for any sign that she uncomfortable with what we’re about to do, but Liz just smiles at me with love in her eyes.
I kiss her hard and fast as I thrust my hips all the way, burying myself inside of her sweat body and swallow her groans of pain. I support myself on my elbows and wait for her to adjust and to tell me to keep going. I pepper her face with sweet kisses and whisper in her ear, wiping away the lone tear that ran down her cheek.
Liz bites her bottom lip in pain but after a minute or two she takes a deep breath and gently moves her hips upwards to mine, indicating that she's ready. I slowly move in and out of her, never once breaking my lips contact with her skin.
I trail heated kisses up and down her chest, the crook of her neck, yet always returning back to her inviting lips. Gradually we speed up until I don’t think I can hold out any more. I’m just proud that I’ve lasted this long. I was positive that my first time I would blow my load before I even got past getting naked. Guess I was wrong.
Liz’s grip tightens around me, her entire body tensing up before she screams out my name, throwing her head back and breathing heavily. I follow shortly after with a long groan of “Agh… Liz!” and burry my head in her shoulder and try to catch my breath.
I think I just saw stars. The intensity of the feeling I just experienced… it was amazing. And I shared it with Liz.
Once feeling comes back to be I roll off her, laying on my back and bring Liz with me so she's resting on top of my exhausted body. I run my hands soothingly up and down her naked back and feel her shiver underneath me. Our mingling sweat cooled our bodies, mixing with the gentle desert breeze to create a chilly atmosphere.
I pull the sleeping bag up and over her shoulders, coving her beautiful naked body from my view and wrap my arms around her. She places a small kiss over my heart and snuggles closer against me, both of us worn out from the tiring activity.
“I love you.” She whispers against my chest and I can’t help but smile.
“I love you too.”