Hey everyone, sorry it's taken me so long to get this part out. I just finished it after seeing people are still reading.
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just found this, like it so far. I don't think Michael is in any position to lecture Liz about her behaviour, after all he had a night of torrid passion with a who he doesn't know and got her pregnant. And obviously something hapened that left Maria with the impression that Michael wanted nothing more to do with her. although it is sweet that he likes Maria and isn't interested in other s.
so what hapenned to Liz to make her act this way? getting drunk and sleeping around with random guys doesn't seem like the Liz that Max was so in love with.
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Michael's just trying to help her before she's too far gone, because he actually learned something from Maria. Everything will be explained about Liz, shortly. I hope you'll like this next part.
FaithfulAngel24
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Yay! I just found this and It's awesome. Wil Michael find Maria?
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Thank you! Maybe he will eventually....
Alien614
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HmmmMax meets Tess...not good. Liz is a mess! Can't wait to see where this goes. Smile
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Oh, Tess is not someone to worry about in this fic. For some reason, I can't seem to write a Tess with the intention of having people hate her. I blame Lullaby for that.
g7silvers
<center>Wow, Liz a slut? wow.
Max met Tess. I can see that going somewhere.
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Yup, Liz is a slut. Max and Tess...they'll be important. Hope you like this next part!
Eve
<center>Great start.</center>
Thank you!
brilliantsmiles
<center>This is excellent
i really hope you continue this
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Thank you! It's taken me a really long time to post this, but yes, I will be continuing! Ooh! A gold star! Yay!
Anywho, so here's the next part, hope you all like it!
Part 2
Maria knocked on the door, hesitantly. As she waited for the door to open, she ran her hand through her hair, once well manicured nails catching on her messy hair. Moments passed without a noise on the other side of the door so she knocked again, her fist knocking anxiously on the hard wooden door.
“I’m coming!” A muffled voice answered and the sounds of someone rushing through a messy room could soon be heard.
The door flew open, revealing a half naked, sleepy Max Evans. His droopy eyes were still cluttered with sleepy, even as he rubbed them quickly; a trail of dried drool ran from the corner of his soft lips down to his chin. He rubbed roughly at it, trying to erase all traces of his nighttime drooling problem.
“Maria, come in.” He walked back into the room, allowing Maria to follow him. She walked into the room and closed the door behind her, leaning on it for support as Max sank down onto his couch, textbooks surrounding him, sticky notes marking important pages.
She tried to smile as she fidgeted with her hands, zipping and unzipping the warm gray sweatshirt that hid her torso. Her favorite pink tank top was hidden underneath, inadequately covering the beginnings of a small bump in her abdomen.
“Okay, Max, here’s the story.” Shaking slightly, she left the stability of the door behind her and began pacing on the floor in front of the couch, still fidgeting with the zipper. “I went to the doctor, and he confirmed it. I’m pregnant.” She smiled. “I’m pregnant, Max, I’m really pregnant.” Her voice rose, reaching the point of hysterics.
Max stood up as quickly as his still sleepy mind would allow him to and made his way over to his best friend, enveloping her in a warm hug. Maria pushed him away and started pacing again.
“I want to tell my mom. Now. I don’t want to wait a few months, let things stew, and then tell her. She’ll hate me if I don’t tell her right now.” She stopped and stared at Max, who was wrapping his arms around himself, searching for a shirt in the mess of his apartment. Finding one, he slipped it over his tan, muscled torso and sighed, sitting on the couch again.
“But what do I tell her? She’s going to be so disappointed in me when she finds out that her only daughter got drunk, had a one night stand and got pregnant. And if I lie and say that the father doesn’t want to be around, she’ll go crazy until she finds out who he is and castrates him!” She shrieked, grabbing her hair, messing it up even more than it already was. Breathing deeply she stopped pacing and turned to look at Max again, clumps of hair sticking up haphazardly.
Motioning at the seat next to him, Max scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. Maria shook her head at him, instead returning to her pacing.
“Why don’t we tell your mom that I’m the dad? She likes me, while she won’t be ecstatic about it, I’m sure she won’t try to castrate me.” Max said slowly.
Maria stopped pacing, time feeling like it had skidded to a halt around her. “What?”
“We should tell your mom I’m the father of your baby. I’m going to be there the whole time for you, anyway.”
Maria allowed the idea to settle in her mind. Could she really allow people to think her hot best friend was the father of her baby? Would that be fair to either of them? And what about the baby, would it be fair to him or her? Heart racing, she headed for the door.
“I…thank you, Max, for the idea. I need to think about it. I’ll let you know.”
Gasping for the oxygen her lungs so desperately needed, she opened the door and walked into the hallway.
Inside his apartment, Max groaned and fell backwards onto his couch, legs flopping off the armrest. Running his hands through his short hair, attempting to smooth it, he stared at the ceiling, wondering if he had just done the right thing.
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Michael watched his twin sister as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her straight long dark brown hair hung down her back, past the thin straps of her belly baring black form fitting tank top. Tight faded jeans hugged the curve of her hips, showing the attractive body he knew so many of their male classmates lusted after.
She touched her face gently, fingers grazing over the thin layer of makeup that covered her face. Slick, cinnamon colored lip-gloss clung to her fingers as they drifted away from her lips. Blankly, she stared at her reflection, struggling to recall who was staring back at her.
Michael drifted away from the room sadly, remembering the good ol’ days when he himself recognized Liz.
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Maria stood by his couch, watching him as he watched her. She winced as she imagined his eyes looking through her, searching for a glimmer of something worthwhile. But of course Max would always think she was special, because he was her best friend. Max was the only person who had stood by her side through all of life’s trials and tribulations. He was the first friend she made when her mom and dad moved her to Roswell, and the one true friend who comforted her when her father left her and her mom. He was the one who had brought her the little puppy so that she’d have something besides her mom to care for, and was the one who helped her pay the vet bills when that puppy grew into an elderly dog. He was the one who threatened to beat up her prom date if he tried any “funny business.” In short, he was like the older brother she never had.
And now he was offering to pretend to be the father of her baby.
Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, allowing the words that had been floating around her mind to tumble out.
“Okay, I’ll tell my mom that you’re the dad. But we will not allow ourselves to be coerced into an engagement, fake or otherwise. Once the baby is born, we will tell everyone the truth. And, under no circumstances am I allowing you to help financially with this baby. It is my responsibility and I plan on taking care of it completely on my own.” She spit out hurriedly, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
Max nodded, wordless. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had done the right thing.
And then, Maria vocalized the same concerns that were running through his head.
Plopping down on the couch next to him, she rested her head on his sturdy shoulder and tilted her head closer to his. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing?” Her voice was quiet, questioning.
Max pulled his head away enough to turn it and kiss her gently on the head. “I don’t know, sweetie. I hope so.”
Maria smiled, trying hard to believe it.
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Tess smiled as she made her way towards her best friend of three years, a special spring in her step. She pounced on the girl buried in books under the tree they’d met at on their first day of college.
“So,” she exclaimed excitedly, “the world does not have to worry about the catastrophic events that would ensue were Tess Harding and Kyle Valenti to mate with the result being an infant sharing the DNA and, God help us, personalities of said parents.”
The petite brunette turned towards her and stared at her with a confused expression. Using her finger as a bookmark for her biology textbook, she half smiled. “You’re saying you’re not pregnant, right?”
“YES!” Tess stood and up and proceeded to jump around Liz, who promptly returned to her book
“You’re such a dork. Have you ever heard of speaking in short sentences?”
Tess pretended to think about it, one pale finger twirling a section of her blond curly hair. “Umm…I’ve heard of it. I think I speak in easy to comprehend sentences occasionally, but it’s fun to make you work hard to understand me.”
“I understood you. Congratulations. Have you told Kyle yet?”
Tess smiled, pearly white teeth shining, and shook her head wildly. “No! You know…Kyle is just counting the days until he gets me knocked up and I have to marry him. I am not playing that game. I never told him in the first place that I might be.”
Liz shook her head, still pretending to read the pages of her biology book. “He’s not purposely trying to get you knocked up. We talked about this, he loves you more than life itself but he’s scared shitless of kids. Apparently, he had this traumatic experience with a friend’s baby that”
“Threw up on him twenty times in one minute.” Tess joined in. “Yea, yea, I know the story.” She ran her hands through her hair, calming herself as she plopped down next to her best friend. “So…I met this really cute guy at the drugstore.” She nudged Liz with her shoulder as Liz stared at her and burst into laughter.
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He watched as the girls danced together, dewy skin glimmering under the glow of the dim lights. Some wore miniskirts that showed their whole leg and halter tops, cut down low to entice the boys and to keep the free drinks rolling, while others wore tight, hip hugging jeans, jeweled belts shining, reflecting the light. They all danced, bumping against each other and the guys who got near them. Some of them held clear glasses in their hands, raised above their heads as they laughed and tried to continue dancing. Small amounts of alcoholic liquids slipped from the glasses, light catching on it as it fell to the ground.
A guy approached the group and they pulled him into their dancing, rubbing and bumping against him as he smiled and laughed, pulling one brown haired girl closer to him. He ran his hands over her waist as she danced closer to him, moving her body up and down seductively only inches from his body. He pulled her up, closer to him, smiling brightly as he placed his hand on her hips and ran them down to the top of her legs. She continued dancing, the alcohol beginning to take effect on her, her few inhibitions flying out the window.
She turned around to face him, eyes half closed as she stared up at him, smiling lightly.
“You want to buy me a drink?” She asked quietly before he pulled her off the dance floor.
He bought the drink quickly and came back to her, a swarm of guys surrounding her as she leaned up against the tall table. He glared at all the guys as he handed her the drink, forcing all the guys to take off. She smiled at them as they stared at her longingly, and then turned her attention back to the guy in front of her.
He wasn’t bad looking, she surmised, possible even pretty good looking, even with that look of innocence in his eyes. Dark hair fell onto his forehead and she gently pushed it to the side, staring into his dark blue eyes. She frowned, he should have brown eyes, warm ones the color of perfectly browned toast.
Her head tilted to the side. His eyes should be brown. Then he’d look like someone she’d known once. What was his name?
He smiled at her and drank his own drink, stunned by her beauty. She smiled back at him, confusion clouding her brain.
She nodded as he asked the simple question, “Should we go back to your place?” and let herself be led out of the club, waving one hand over her head to her friends.
Michael groaned as he watched his sister being led out of the club, he couldn’t believe she was doing it again.