Disclaimer: Roswell is not mine nor are any of the characters
Rating: TEEN/MATURE
Category: M/L
Summary: Finally the sequel to The Talented Miss Parker is here! I suggest you read it before this one, you can find it here: http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopi ... sc&start=0
Anway, this is going to be switching back and forth between three different time periods so play close attention to dates or you might get a little confused. It's basically a recap of Max's life and the fluff! Don't we all just love the fluff...
THANK YOU CHRISTINE FOR THE BANNER again! I appreciate it so much.
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New York 1994
The sun was up early this morning. Poking its blonde head over the crystal blue horizon. Max Evans jogged with determination along the grimy quay admiring its advancing rays. He felt heat on his ankles causing him to sweat under his socks.
Suddenly he came to an abrupt halt as a fish truck reversed off the road.
“Sorry buddy!” the driver called through the window. Max waved him off and continued on his way, careful not to slip on the wet gutter.
Up ahead a brilliant emerald green stood out in the midst of browns and greys. As he got closer he noticed it was a young woman sitting on a short wooden pillar with a ball gown on. She was staring at the road blankly.
Panting quietly, Max stopped running and asked, “Is something wrong?”
She looked up at him exposing her impressive green eyes, much the same colour as her gown. “Everything is perfect,” she said sarcastically, “everything is just…wonderful.”
“That’s good,” he smiled and then added, “It’s just that you look too nice to be sitting in this smelly place.”
She smiled nervously. “Well, this isn’t what I planned to do with my morning I assure you.”
“What’s your name?” Max asked.
“Angie,” she answered, “what’s yours?”
“Max,” he held his hand out for her to shake. “So why are you here?” he added, “of all places.”
She stared out across the road and finally said, “You want to buy me a coffee and I’ll tell you?”
Max looked down at her. Red hair, big lips and a body to die for—slim and tall. “If you’d let me, it would be a pleasure.”
She held her hand out for him and said, “Well then help me up.”
They walked down the street slowly, her in a vibrant emerald gown and him in his trainers and shorts.
“Last night was the prom for this guy I know, I offered to help him out ‘cos he didn’t have a date. My prom days are long gone, I’m twenty-three. Anyway, my date and I danced the night away but at the beginning of the morning the bastard expected me to have sex with him! I yelled at him for obvious reasons and he kicked me out of his car. I didn’t want to go home yet so that’s why I was sitting where he left me.”
“So how long have you been sitting there?” Max asked. They reached a café and he held the door open for her to go through.
“About an hour and a half,” she replied to his question, “so where you from Max?”
“I’m twenty-one, third year at New York University. I actually live down the street.” He approached the counter, “Two coffees.”
Angie added, “One pack of smokes and an egg supreme thanks Tammy.” She turned to look at him, “I’ll find a seat.”
He joined her soon after and chucked the box of cigarettes on the counter in front of her.
She opened them and asked the biker behind her for a light.
With a fag hanging out of the corner of her mouth she asked, “You smoke?”
“No,” he replied.
She took one out and handed it to him. “Have one anyway—then I won’t feel bad about spending your riches.”
“Do you come here a lot?” Max asked and placed the cigarette between his lips, “You knew the lady at the counter.”
“I work here,” Angie admitted. She leaned over the table to light his smoke.
He inhaled hesitantly and spluttered when the burning sensation crept down his throat.
Angie watched with amusement. “Take another puff,” she said, “you’ll like it.”
“I don’t even know you are you’re teaching me bad habits,” he said and then did as he was told. He wasn’t as shocked as before so the sticky feeling was more satisfying. He released the smoke from his mouth and watched it thin in the air.
“What do you think?” she asked.
He nodded. “Kind of…good.”
She laughed. “Oh, I like you. Your parents rich?”
“How can you tell?” he asked.
“Your trainers,” she said, “no struggling college student can afford that brand.”
Max stared down at his shoes unconsciously. “What about you? That dress?”
“How wrong you are,” she said, “my aunty made this.”
“Well, she did a good job.”
“Thank you.”
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Naples 2018 Present
She was standing in the kitchen flipping something in the fry pan when he got home. He came up behind her and looped his arms around her tiny waist. “Hi,” he said with his lips against her neck.
“Hi,” she replied smiling to herself, “how was work?”
“I think I need to retire. I’m too old to teach Physics.” He lifted up her hair with one hand and kissed her warm skin.
Liz closed her eyes and breathed in. “Maybe you could teach something else?”
“Nah, I think I need to stay here all day with you,” he paused, “where are the kids?”
“Out.”
“Are you serious? All three of them?” his hands snuck under the hem of her shirt to massage her stomach.
“All three of them,” she confirmed, “dreamlike isn’t it?”
“Why yes,” he said. His lips sucked on her neck. “So what are we having for dinner then?”
“Home made meat patties, boiled potatoes and salad. But the potatoes won’t be ready for a while,” she added, “so we’ll have to find something to do until they are cooked.”
He grinned. “Is that right?”
“Aha,” she turned around and put her hands on his chest, “how about I go to one of the rooms in the house, take off all my clothes…”
“Or,” he said and started unbuttoning her scarlet blouse, “I could just take off your clothes here.”
“It is cold in here,” she said licking her lips, “Alexander lit the fire in the lounge and I lit the one in our bedroom.”
Max leaned down and kissed her above her breast. “Sounds good…”
“Mom!” the front door slammed shut and both the adults in the kitchen groaned. Liz started buttoning her blouse.
“Jamie can’t go to the movies anymore.” Thomas came through the dinning room and put his skate board on the nicely set up table, as if he didn’t even notice the work that had gone into getting it so orderly. At eleven, Thomas was Max and Liz’s youngest child. He had scruffy brown hair and long legs. “So I’m stuck here.”
“Great,” Max said trying not to get angry, “now you can go on your bike and get the…the…”
“The…raspberries,” Liz quickly said, “for dessert.”
“From the store,” Max added and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, “here’s the money.”
“I don’t want to—“
Max sighed. “I don’t care if you want to or not, you don’t do much around here so you can do this for your mother. Now get moving.”
“You suck.”
“HEY!” Max yelled loudly, “You don’t speak to me like that.”
“Pwh.” Thomas left the room and Max and Liz stood staring at each other until the front door shut.
They practically ran to their bedroom.
“Hurry up,” Liz said as she fell back onto the bed laughing. Max was just about to join her but they heard the front door open again.
“Oh why,” Liz groaned, “why?”
Max helped her up and gritted his teeth in frustration.
“Mom!”
“What?” Liz called back angrily and left the bedroom buttoning her shirt with a sulking Max behind her.
“Can Hayden stay?” Alexander asked, “his parents are doing something tonight and would prefer it if we stayed here.”
Max looked at his son and Hayden and sighed. “Fine, but you better not be as loud as last time or I swear to God—”
“Max,” Liz warned, “come help me with dinner.”
They walked into the kitchen and as Liz got plates down from the cupboards she heard Max mumble, “I bet I know exactly what Hayden’s parents get to do tonight and I don’t see why we should be the ones to miss out because…”
Liz laughed loudly. “Oh shut up Max.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t care,” Max grumbled and as he walked by her, he pinched her bottom. She jumped and nearly dropped the plates she was holding.
He grinned as he unloaded the beverages from the fridge and went to put them on the table.
“I was thinking,” Liz said as she joined him, putting the plates in between the knives and forks, “for your birthday…”
“Not my birthday.” He groaned and shook his head. “I’m not having a birthday this year.”
“Wait until you hear what I have planned and then decide,” Liz replied, “I thought…”
“Is dinner ready?” Alexander popped his head into the room.
“Nope,” Liz answered, “Ten minutes. Did you see your brother on the way out?”
“Yeah.”
Max asked, “What does Hayden want to drink?”
Alexander screamed, “HAYDEN, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?”
“Alexander!” Max said plainly annoyed, “how many times have I told you not to yell?”
A second later Hayden came into the room. “I want beer.”
“I know for a fact your mother does not let you drink it at home, so you are not having it here,” Liz laughed, “ten points for trying though.”
“I want beer,” Alexander said.
“You can have your mothers wine,” Max joked.
“Heck no,” Liz argued, “keep your hands off.”
“Natalie’s always allowed beer,” Alexander retorted.
Liz went into the kitchen and as she went, she said, “Natalie is seventeen. When you are seventeen, you can have beer.”
“I have it when I’m not here anyway.”
Max rolled his eyes. “Well there goes your privilege of ever leaving this house.”
The front door slammed again and a grumpy Thomas stomped through to the kitchen and dumped a container of raspberries on the bench. “There,” he said.
“Oh,” Liz walked up to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, “thank you sweetheart.”
“Eh get off me,” he shrugged her off and went to his bathroom.
Max washed his hands in the sink and then took a seat at the table. Liz sat at the head with him to her right. “What were you saying, about my birthday?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, “I was thinking that we should go on holiday.”
Max’s eyebrows rose, “Where?”
“Hawaii?”
He laughed, “Are you serious?”
“Who said Hawaii? What about Hawaii?” Hayden asked as he sat down.
“Nothing, just an idea,” Liz said, “I thought it would be nice. We haven’t been on vacation in the longest time…at least four years. We can afford it right now; I know we might have to save a little but I want to laze around on the beach and swim in a hotel pool.”
“You want a beach!” Max exclaimed and motioned to the window, “there is a beach! One of the most beautiful beaches in the world, two minutes away from our doorstep.”
“I’m tired of that beach.”
“So am I,” Alexander said, “I say we should go. Hey there might be hot Hawaiian chicks walking around the streets in bikinis.”
Hayden laughed. “Can I come too?”
Liz served food onto her plate and then Max’s. “Do want more?” she asked softly.
“No that’s enough, thank you.” He sipped his glass of beer. “Liz…I don’t know if I can get time off work.”
“Oh come on, you haven’t had a single day off for years, and you constantly say that should have some time off,” Liz said.
“Yeah!” Hayden chimed in, “come on.”
Max sighed. “Why Hawaii? There are so many other nice places…”
“You don’t want to go to Hawaii?” Liz was surprised.
“What the hell is wrong with Hawaii?” Alexander asked.
Max smiled. “There is nothing wrong with Hawaii; I’m just saying there are many other places.”
“Like where?” Hayden asked with a mouth-full of food.
“Australia, New Zealand, Egypt, South Africa…”
“South Africa? Are there hot chicks in South Africa?” Alexander asked.
Liz rolled her eyes. “There are more to life then hot chicks Alex.”
“Like what?” Max asked his eyes gleaming mischievously. Liz shot him a look. He put his hand on her thigh under the table and gave a little squeeze.
“I was speaking to Maria about it yesterday and agrees that we should go,” Liz said, “Max it’s the holidays for the kids anyway. Natalie needs a break from those horrible friends of hers…”
“Where is Natalie?”
“At Amanda’s. So what do you say?”
“I say…I’ll consider it.”
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New York 1994
Max sat in his physics class watching the clock tick by. He usually enjoyed this class but today he was meeting Angie afterwards and that was all he could think about. He really liked her; she was different from a lot of the girls he had met while in college.
He’d only gone out with her once after they met that morning two weeks ago but he knew he could get serious with her. He felt this fresh exuberance at the thought of dating someone older then him. He felt…respectable. When his friends heard they showed natural zest and hooted and howled.
He was excited about seeing her again.
Finally when it was time to go, he chucked on his jacket and ran down the front steps of the building to his car.
“Max where you off to?” Frankie yelled.
“I’m meeting up with someone. See you tonight?”
“Hell yeah b-a-b-y! PAR-TAY!”
Max laughed. “Don’t get too carried away.”
He picked Angie up from her apartment. She was sitting outside her building waiting for him.
“Hey sexy,” she grinned as she walked up to the car.
“Hey,” he said, “You look amazing.”
“Why thank you.” She spun around showing off her tight dress. “So where are we off to?”
“I was hoping you’d have some idea.”
She buckled her seat belt. “How about…the carnival just outside of town?”
“Carnival? Sure.”
I also have new parts written for Behind the Glamour and another one for Nekhbet but I'll post them another day, maybe. I've had more time on my hands since school finished, thank God! Thank you so much for the FB and I took a peak at the nominations, and I was pleasantly surprised so thank you for that too. You are wonderful! 