Greener With The Scenery(AU,M/L,ADULT) COMPLETE 11/7/05

[lizard_queen]

Title: Greener With The Scenery
Couples: M/L.... definetly.
Rating: ADULT, eventually...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Roswell, except the 1st season DVD... which they decided to change the soundtrack of, instead of leaving it with the good music in the background, like Gomez and Marcy's Playground. Idiots! Anyway, i only own the idea of this story, but i am willing to sell my brain for a good price!

Summary: Liz and Maria have been friends since they were little, until Maria moves away to Roswell when they're 10. Seven years later, something tragic happens to Liz's family, and she goes to live with her aunty and uncle in Roswell, once again re-united with Maria.
Liz struggles to keep up a brave front while she's secretly plagued with thought of her parents death. Could a mysterious boy dressed as James Bond help her overcome her dreams, and could she prove to be the one thing that he was missing?


Authors Note: Yeah i know, sounds stupid. It quite possibly is... i just had an idea and i wrote this, so i'm gonna post this, see how much feedback i get, and then see if its worth continuing with. Wish me luck!


<center>







Chapter 1



~Liz~</center>

“Maria, I don’t know about this!” My voice came out whinier than I intended, but I hoped that she would get my message.


“What? It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get out and about!” I’ll take that as a no.


“I don’t feel like getting out and about! Please, can’t you guys just take me to the nearest phone and I’ll call a cab, and you two can go and have fun at the party!” Michael kept his eyes on the road, trying to block out our voices by humming Metallica.


“No! You are coming to this Halloween party and that is final! Believe me Liz, when you see this place, you won’t want to leave!”


“It’s an old soap factory Maria!”


“Yeah, but it’s the best place to have a rave, and on Halloween… it’s going to be excellent!”


“I really don’t feel like partying tonight ‘Ria. Besides, I won’t know anyone there!”


Michael finally spoke up from his position as driver, listening to us girls argue since we had left his apartment. “You’ll know me!”


If only we both weren’t so stubborn. I’m guessing the Michael is in hell right about now, and I can’t help but smile. “Yeah Michael, like that’s something to be proud of!” Maria said with in an irritated voice.


“Hey! I resent that!”


“She has a point!” I say in a matter-of-fact tone, my smile growing even wider as I see his horrified look through the mirror.


“Hey, I was on your side, but now, nope! I’m not even gonna try and persuade Maria to let you leave early!”


“Thank you! Come on Liz, you can’t sit in your room at the Crashdown for the rest of your life wallowing with guilt! Chica, you have to get out there and-“


I tune out of Maria’s latest ramble at her last statement. What if want to sit in my room and wallow with guilt? It’s my life and my choice how I live it! If I want to wallow, I’ll wallow!


Why did I even let her talk me into coming to this stupid party tonight? I’m sitting in the back of her tiny red Jetta, suffering from jetlag, and really wanting to go home, and I don’t mean the Crashdown where my Aunty and Uncle live, who also happen to be my godparents, but my real home. Too bad there’s nothing left of it.


I sink back into my chair and let out an audible sigh before placing my head against the cool glass of the window as I watch the desert scenery past us. The window has small vibrations running through it, massaging my skull while I observe the wonders of the New Mexico desert.


Dirt…rock…dirt…cactus…rock…dirt…burnt cactus…dirt…more dirt…road kill… rock…dirt…


“How much further?” I ask impatiently, letting out an audible sigh.


“Chica, relax! We’re almost there, and I promise you, you’ll have the time of your life!”


I love Maria, and I know that she means well, but all I want to do right now is jump out of this car and run. I hate Halloween. I never used to; I used to love it. When Maria and I were younger, my dad always used to take us tricker treating, until Maria moved away when we were ten and my dad got too busy with work to take me. It seemed as though my life ended when Maria moved away with her mum when her parents divorced, but it wasn’t until two months ago that I was truly left without a life.


Michael turned the Jetta onto a small dusty road, heading in the direction of an old warehouse that was lit up brightly with lights. It wasn’t until he parked the car that I felt the tear slid down my cheek from my memories. I quickly brushed them away, careful not to smudge my extremely heavy layer of mascara, courtesy of Maria.


I quietly get out of the back seat and follow Michael and Maria to where the doors are opened across the dirt car park. I can see the disco lights flashing inside, and the smoke machine creating a hazy effect throughout the crowd. Smoke. Now I really wanna run.


Maria turns around to me and her smile falters when she see’s my face.


“Chica, what’s wrong?”


“N-nothing...” At the sound of my shaky voice she’s immediately strangling me in a tight hug, blabbering in my ear.


“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry! I just want you to have some fun in Roswell before you have to have your first day at school! Look, if you don’t really want to be here, I can get the keys off Michael and leave him here!”


“Hey!” Michael turns around from where he was talking to one of his friends and shouts upon hearing Maria.


She stomps her foot and lets out a small sigh. “Darn him and that impeccable hearing! Anyway, really honey, if you don’t want to be here, we can go!”


I look into her pleading eyes and what can I do? She knows that I’m a sucker for the puppy dog eyes, and she uses it at any chance she gets.


“No… It’s fine…”


“Are you sure?”


I quickly nod my head as I stare at the ground, wishing a meteor would come flying out of space and hit me right now!


“Yes Maria, I’m sure!”


“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you so much! Now, just relax, get a little tipsy and have some fun!”


~*~*~*~*~*~


“Is Max coming?” Maria asks before taking a sip from her coke. I watch the way that she sways her hips to the music, her leather pants magnifying her figure beautifully. Obviously, Michael has also noticed this.


“Yeah, he said that he was. He’s probably still waiting for Isabel to find matching shoes!”


I stand next to Michael and Maria, participating in the conversation, but not really listening. Maria’s told me a bit about Max from the e-mails that we sent. He’s Michael’s best friend and has an older sister called Isabel. That’s pretty much all I know, except that Maria can’t stand his girlfriend.


“What about the Gerbil?”


“God, I hope not!” Apparently, his girlfriend isn’t too popular with Michael either. This could be interesting. “Maria, what are you supposed to be dressed as anyway?”


“Cat woman!”


“Aren’t you supposed to have a tail and mask?”


“Minor detail. Besides, at least I actually made an effort Michael. A Metallica shirt and jeans does not count as a Halloween costume!”



Before I have a chance to add anything worthwhile listening to, Maria grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor just as Placebo, Every Me Every You comes on.


“Oh My God Liz! I love this song! Come on, we have to dance!”


“Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.”


We soon find a place where there’s less chance of getting run over by the crowd and start dancing to the music. I notice a few guys stare at Maria in her leather and smile at the thought of Michael getting jealous.




“Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.”



I look over to see Michael talking with someone whom I presume is Max. He’s a little taller than Michael with dark hair, a lanky appearance, and dressed as Robin Hood. They’re both oblivious to the amount of attention Maria is getting from the male population on the dance floor.


“Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.”


A blond girl walks over and kissed him on the cheek before lacing her fingers in his. I assume that it’s Tess, his girlfriend. She had supermodel looks and is dresses as Maid Marian.


“In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he”


I turn back around to find Maria pulling Michael onto the dance floor, leaving me to dance by myself. He looks almost hostile as he argues with Maria, crossing his arms over his chest in refusal. She slaps him across the back of the head and he caves, holding her hips as she dips down low to the floor.


“Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.”


I put my arms above my head and shimmy my hips, getting a few nods from people passing by as they watch me move to the music. I can’t say that I’m the best dancer, but I know how to turn some heads when it’s the right music.


“I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he”


A few people are staring at me as I dip low to the ground, not caring about what I look like, but letting the music surround me, blocking out where I am and everyone around me, imagining that I’m back home, dancing in my living room with my music turned up loud.



“Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leaves behind.”



I twirl around in a circle with my arms still over my head, moving my hips to the guitar.


“All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he”


The beat of the song starts to change until it gets softer, signalling the start of a slow dance. I quickly recognise it to be Gomez. I look around me to see couples pairing up everywhere, and I quickly exit the floor, heading over to an empty seat against the far wall.



“We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame
Came back for more
Came back to see what you had in store
Everyone join the line, everyone”


I sit against down and sing along to the words, knowing the lyrics off by heart, having listened to the cd countless amounts of time. I feel something weird in the air, like a presence or something, as if someone’s watching me, yet its an oddly calming feeling. I relax into the music, getting lost until I feel the presence getting closer to me.


“Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Cut em down”


I look up when I see a hand placed in front of me. The hand is attached to an extremely muscular arm, which then proceeds onto becoming an extremely defined chest and jaw line, inviting lips and finally, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They sparkle like amber jewels in the flashing lights, their intense gaze holding mine. Finally, the owner to the magical eyes spoke, leaving me breathless with his deep voice. The type of voice you could listen to for all eternity.


“Would you like to dance?”


“So you wanna make catastrophe?
Won't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high”



All I could manage to do was quickly nod as his eyes sparkled. He grabbed my hand and gently led me onto the dance floor. Pulling me into his arms as we softly moved to the music.


“The same, the same, the same again
To steal the time and haunt the graves
Just because he's there
Don't mean you see it anywhere
Maybe it's a trick of the light
Maybe”


I rest my head on his chest, loving the way he gently stroked my back. It was weird. This boy was a complete stranger to me, yet this would probably have to have been the first time I’ve felt safe and comfortable in two months. Everything around me starts to fade, until its just the boy and me dancing, his strong arms holding me tightly to his muscular chest.


“Yeah, So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around”



I pull my head back to look at him when I feel his intense gaze on me once again. He would have to be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. His skin is a golden brown tan, matching his eyes, and he obviously works out… a lot!


“So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody come alive

Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around”

Our hips sway in time with the music as we continue to stare into each other’s eyes. As much as I want to say something, ask him anything, like who he was, I can’t seem to form the words. So, instead I melt into a pile of goo from his eyes. God, I love those eyes.


“Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around

So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high”


We lean into each other, our facing inching closer together, our breaths mingling into the small amount of air in between us.


“So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around

So you say we haven't turned around?
So you say we haven't turned around?
Just everybody else is going wrong
Going wrong”


His lips are closing in on mine, millimetres away from them to be exact. Just as they were about to touch mine, screaming erupts from everywhere around us and I pull back, realising that I was about to kiss a complete stranger. Suddenly everything comes back into focus, people frantically running for the exits as smoke fills the crowded room. I can hear sirens in the background, both police and fire brigade, and I can see Maria over in the rushing crowd, calling out my name.


The boy suddenly blinks, coming back from the same place I had been just moments before. He lifts his head up to scan the room for the disturbance… and I run, taking one last look into his pleading amber eyes before I disappear into the moving crowd.



Continue?


TBC....

[lizard_queen]

Just a warning to you all, i don't really have a story line for this, paart from Max and Liz, as this just a fic i write when i have nothing better to do... so i wouldn't expect anything major to happen or anything, just yet anyway......


If you have any ideas, please feel free to let me know....

Also, this is my 1st try at POV, so sorry in advance for its badness.




<center>Chapter 2


~Max~ </center>


God damn it! Why won’t you people leave me alone why I relive the most amazing night of my life over and over? All I want to do is lay here on my bed, dreaming of the chocolate haired angel from last night, but instead everyone feels the need to invade my private time.


I reluctantly stand up and move over to my window, opening it to let Michael in before falling back onto my bed, burying my face in my pillows.


“What?” I mumble into my pillow, closing my eyes tight, trying to block out everything but her.


“Is that anyway to greet a friend Maxwell?” He says as he climbs over the ledge.


“Your not my friend! A friend wouldn’t wake up another friend just for the fun of it!”


“Where were you last night? I turned around and you were gone, well, actually, you turned into Alex, but that’s beside the point. Where’d you go?”


“Nowhere…”


“Maxwell?” I can hear the warning tone in his voice as he sits on the edge of my bed, making the mattress dip with his weight, causing me to slightly roll to the side. I sit up in frustration, glaring at him behind my half opened eyes.


“I was just dancing…”


“Dancing? With who?”


“No one!” I realise that I said that to quickly, raising his suspicions even more.


“Max, who were you dancing with?”


“I don’t know her name, okay? She just had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, and her hair was so long and silky, it looked just like chocolate. She was dressed up as a princess, I think. God, she was beautiful! She was like a chocolate haired angel, so sexy, so beautiful…” My eyes start to take a glazed effect as I drift back into last night when she was dancing in my arms…


Michael’s annoying voice snapped me out of my daydream. “Right… and you don’t know her name?”


“She must be new or something, I’ve never seen her before. Before I got a chance to ask her name, the fire started and when I turned back around, she was gone!”


“And you don’t know who she was?” I have to fight the urge not to throw something at him.


“Yes! I already told you that! I never got a chance to ask. She’s been driving me crazy all day. Damn it, why didn’t I ask for her name?”


“What about Tess?”


“What about Tess, Michael? She’s my girlfriend. I love her… I think?”


“Yeah, see, its the ‘I think’ bit that makes it sound less convincing! It’s really not that hard to decide! Look, I know I love Maria, I don’t have to put ‘I think’ on the end of my sentence!”


“That’s because if you did she would kick your ass!”


“Maxwell, that’s not the point!”


“What was the point?”


“The point was… Wait, where was Tess last night?”


“She started the party a little early. Got drunk with Pam Troy and ended up getting lost on the way there or something. I don’t really know… or care… We had a fight the other day and now she’s not speaking to me. Anyway, back to your point…” He gave me a weird look when he realised how casual I was acting about this. In all honesty, I didn’t really care where Tess was last night, or where she is right now. I know I’m supposed to, but I just can’t seem to make myself. Care.


“My point? Oh, right! You have to decide if you actually do have feelings for Tess, or if those feelings are now directed at a certain ‘chocolate haired angel’ as you like to put it! Seriously think about this Maxwell… you have no idea who that chick was! For all you know, you may never see her again!”


“Since when did you start rooting for Tess anyway? I thought you couldn’t stand her?”


“I can’t, but that too is not the point! Look, either dump Tess… no wait, your going to do that anyway because I don’t like her. Okay, after you definitely dumped Tess, you can either get on with your life, acting like the stud muffin everyone thinks you are, or you can waste away, dreaming about some chick dressed up like a princess who you weren’t even smart enough to get her name! Just stop complaining to me! I did come here for a reason, you know!”


“Please, continue…” That way, you can finish and I can go back to dreaming, you big piece of crap. Shouldn’t you be playing servant to Maria?


“Anyway, as you’ve probably heard, Maria’s friend Liz arrived in Roswell the other day…” Ahh, so he is playing servant for Maria. It’s amusing to see just how whipped he really is! “She starts at school tomorrow, and I just wanted to come over and give you a debriefing.”


“You wanted to come over, or Maria made you come over?”


“A little of both. This chick is actually quite nice, a little quiet, but considering what she’s been through, I don’t exactly expect her to be running around screaming out her life’s story…”


What she’s been through? Huh? “Wait, Michael. What exactly ‘has she been through’? Please elaborate a bit more…”


“Don’t you remember Maria telling us a few weeks ago that her friends parents had died in a fire?”


“No, but I don’t exactly listen to Maria when she talks. That’s your job.”


“Hey! I do not listen! I just simply nod and grunt at the appropriate times. Hasn’t failed me yet!”


“Anyway, back to Maria’s friend…Liz?”


“Yeah, Liz. Her parents died when her house burnt down two months ago in Sante Fe. She’s living with Mr P. at the Crashdown. Turns out that he’s a Godfather.”


“Right, so, why do I need a debriefing?”


“How the hell should I know? I don’t understand how Maria’s brain works. All I know is that we can’t bring up anything about her old life or her parents, and try not to mention fires.”


“Darn. That may be a bit hard, considering fires are one of my favourite topics to talk about! There are just so many things I can’t do each day without mentioning a fire… I don’t think I’m gonna be able to handle this!”


My sarcasm is not left unnoticed as he raises one eyebrow in my direction. I pull a pillow over my head, blocking out Michael and any world that doesn’t involve last night. She was just so beautiful.


I’m not entirely sure how I ended up dancing with her. I hate dancing. Even Tess can’t get me to dance, but that’s not really unusual. She can’t get me to do a lot of things. But this girl… I felt something weird when I looked at her. It was like I was drawn to her for some weird reason. And before I knew it, she was wrapped in my arms, dancing with me while everything around us faded away, into slow motion.


I can’t believe he interrupted my dreaming for this?


“As I already said, I don’t know how her brain works, I’m just delivering the message.”


“Right…well… are you done yet?”


I finally managed to kick him out of my room after about half an hour of avoiding his questions. As soon as he’s gone, my Chocolate Haired Angel is back flooding my thoughts, getting every ounce of attention. If only my pop quizzes were on her, I’m sure I would get 100%, as long as they don’t ask me her name.


How could I be so stupid?


Why didn’t I ask her name?


Why can’t I stop thinking about her?


Is she as obsessed with me as I am of her?


Why did I feel so compelled to dance with her?


Why does it feel like there’s some weird force drawing me towards her?


Why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous?


Why am I so pathetic?



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I walk down the corridor at school, not really paying attention to anything around me, just wondering about her again. I see Michael ahead of me talking to Maria and Alex, so I casually walk towards them, not noticing the person Michael is blocking all view of. When I get a little closer my heart stops beating as I see who’s standing there with them.


It’s her…


Her dark chocolate hair fans down along her shoulders, her stunning brown eyes large and magnified by her silky hair. She’s wearing a red halter-top that perfectly clings to her figure, riding up a little at the bottom so I can see the smooth skin of her stomach. She has on a black skirt that stops just above the knees, displaying her beautifully long, tanned legs.


She’s a goddess. I almost have to hold myself down so I don’t try and jump her right there, right now.


And then she smiles.






TBC......???

[lizard_queen]

It's a Thursday night... and i have nothing better to do than listen to Gomez and lurk in fan fic land, just because the tv show i raced home to watch isn't on because of a Simpsons marathon. Grr!

Anyway, i'm just gonna post this... and i apologise once again for its badness. I sort of came up with a plot line the other day, so it should get better.... maybe!

Can anyone help me? I had a really cool pic b4 as my thingy at the side, and then when fanatics went down, it got canceled, and now when i go 2 put it back on, i can't find the thing that lets me get if from my hard drive??? Anyway....

Thank you all for your replys.... they made my day immensly better the other day when i was in a really bad mood.


phyco352: Um.... should i be scared?






<center>
Chapter 3

~Liz~</center>

“I can’t get him out of my head Maria! Why the hell didn’t I ask for his name? And those friggin eyes…” As I walk down the hallway of West Roswell High, I can’t help but notice that everyone’s staring at me. Looks like the new girl is once again the topic of conversation today.


“Chica, relax! Just get through your first day of school and then you can go back home and fantasize about James Bond all afternoon.”


“I wonder if anyone else saw him? Maybe they could tell us who he is?” We arrive at Maria’s locker and she jiggles the handle a few times before it flies open, narrowly missing her nose. I look around and notice everyone else jiggling their lockers in the same way. Looks like there’s an art to it.


“Oh sweetie. I can almost guarantee that he was not the only one dressed as James Bond. It’s like a teenage boys fantasy to be James Bond. Last year twelve people from our grade alone were dressed as James Bond. Your never gonna find him by that description!” I look over at her suspiciously, noticing a small grin flash across her features before disappearing. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that she knows a lot more than what she’s letting on. Only time will tell.


“Well what do you expect me to do? God! I feel so stupid!” I lean back against the lockers and throw my head back. Hmm, nice ceilings. “Who am I kidding? He’s probably already got a girlfriend or something. Right?”


Silence, pardoning the hallway crowd.


“Maria? Right?”


I finally look back at Maria when I realise that she’s not arguing. Then I notice the cause of her distraction.


Michael.


And his tongue down her throat.


I clear my voice a few times before they actually take notice of me. Even then their attention span isn’t very big. I sigh in defeat and just wait until they’re done. By the looks of it, it may take a while. It’s then I notice the dark haired, lanky boy who I assume is Max heading this way, a disgusted look plastered over his face as he see’s Maria and Michael.


He walks over to me and extends his hand, obviously knowing a lot more about me than I know about him.


“Liz right? I’m Alex, nice to meet you.” So he’s not Max. I assume that the blond next to me had something to do with him immediately knowing who I was…


“Alex. Hi.”


He glances over at where Michael is pushing Maria back into the lockers and shakes his head, clearly a sign that this isn’t an unusual occurrence.


“Sorry about them. We usually give them a few more minutes and then get the hose.” He shakes his head one more time at the display before flicking Michael hard in the arm. He turns his face away from Maria briefly to yell at Alex.


“What the fuck was that for Whitman?”


“I’m pretty sure that Liz doesn’t want to see you trying to clean out Maria’s throat with your tongue, but she’s just too polite to say anything. I, however, have no such manners. Now get your face off Maria’s before I get Isabel onto you!”


“Isabel?” I look at them in confusion, not knowing who the hell Isabel is. On the bright side, Michael is now standing at least two metres away from Maria. Mission accomplished.


“Yeah, my girlfriend. I may not be able to kick Michael’s ass, but her and Maria do enough of it for me.” I assume that Isabel is the blond who I saw him with at the party. Michael scowls and Maria fixes up her lipstick in her mirror, while I just stand there and smiling. That’s when I see him.


He walks out from behind Michael and stands next to him, almost looking as dumbfounded as I feel. His amber eyes stare at mine, growing wider as I stare back, almost certain that my mouth is hanging open. It’s him!


He’s wearing an olive green shirt and jeans; his bangs falling over his forehead, making his beautiful eyes stand out. He moves to nervously scratch behind his ears and I feel myself ooze into a puddle of goo as I watch his defined muscles rippling under his shirt. My God he’s hot!


I somehow manage to find my voice and speak, suddenly noticing just how dry my mouth is. “Hi.” I never knew I could be so quiet. He looks at me for a bit, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.


“H-hi.” His voice breaks as he speaks, causing my smile to widen at the realisation that he’s just as nervous as I am. Unless he’s nervous because he realised that he never wanted to see me again, and its not actually nervousness that he’s experiencing, but awkwardness at the thought of having to actually remember his drunken episode also know as the other night. Was he drunk? I don’t remember him smelling of alcohol, and he didn’t seem drunk. Maybe he was high? Maybe he’s a druggo and had no control over anything he almost did the other night.


“I KNEW IT!” Maria shouts a little too loudly, causing everyone in the hallway to look at her; except me and the mystery boy who are still somehow staring into each other’s eyes. My God he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Maria blushes next to us before stating a little softer this time, “I knew it! I had a hunch that it was Max, and I was right! Oh my God I am so good!”


Max.


He has a name.


Max.


“Maria, what the hell are you talking about?” Michael looks at her extremely confused and Alex just nods beside me, taking in the way Max and I still haven’t looked away from each other. The bell rings, echoing down the hallway but I don’t notice.


“I’ll tell you guys later. But before that…” She waves her hand in front of Max and he breaks away, finally coming back to reality. “Max, after you two have finished your intense staring competition, Liz has biology with you, so if you wouldn’t mind walking her to class? Thanks!”


With that she drags Michael and Alex off down the corridor, leaving Max and I standing here alone. Remind me not to thank her later.


I feel my cheeks redden as he scratched behind his ear again, causing me to look down at the ground. I never knew just how interesting my feet were until just now. He clears his voice so he can talk, but never actually says anything, so I decided that for once in my life, I can be the brave one.


“So…”


“So…” Wow, what a conversation. I’m almost positive that I can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I’m such a looser! “Is this as awkward for you as it is for me?”


“Yeah…” And then I giggle.


Why oh why did I giggle? As soon as I made the sound I immediately knew that it was inappropriate time to giggle. When Max looked up from the spot on the floor that he too had been staring at, it only confirmed my suspicions about how giggling was inappropriate. If only he could read my mind.


“Look, not to be rude or anything, and as much as I want to stand here looking and feeling nervous, I sort of don’t want to be late to class on my first day…so…” He just stares over my shoulder, probably plotting his escape.


Wow, what a character! Unfortunately, I think that he only inherited the good looks and the brains were sent to the wrong address. Maybe it got swapped with that of a monkey? If he starts picking lice out of my hair and scratching himself under his arms, I know my suspicions are true. He jolts upright, like he just realised where he was. “Huh? Right, sorry…Um… This way…”


He waves his hand down the corridor and waits for me to follow him. I can tell this is going to be a very awkward day.



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“Liz!”


I turn around just in time to see Max running my way through a crowd of people, knocking over a junior as he sped past, trying to catch up with me. I’m still trying to figure out if it was a good thing that I ended up being Max’s lab partner or not. He didn’t seem too thrilled about it, and to be honest, neither was I. And to now have him chasing me through the corridors after hardly saying one word to me since he learnt my name, it’s a little strange.


“Hey!” He braces his hands on his knees and pants from running. And I’m still standing here looking at him with an extremely confused expression on my face. “Sorry… I just wanted to catch up to you.”


“Um…why?”


“Because if Maria finds out that I left you alone on your first day, she’ll kick my ass.”


So what? I’m an obligation now? Well, that just makes me feel so much better.


“Yeah… it seems she does that a lot…”


He stand up and takes a deep breath before leading me over to the side of the hallway, opening a locker that I assume is his. He pulls out a notebook and textbook for trigonometry, before turning back to me. Max stands there staring at me, thinking about God knows what, before breaking out of his trance when I bite my lip. His ears go red and he puts one hand in his pocket and hunches up his shoulders, the other hand holding the textbook as he looks down at the ground.


“Um… we should probably get to lunch before Maria wonders what I’ve done with you.”


“Yeah.”


“Okay.”


“Okay”


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TBC.... maybe, if ur lucky!

[lizard_queen]

Just so you all know... this chapter hasn't really got a point. I had writers block, and this was all i could come up with, so sorry in advance.
Also, i finally figured out how to put links on my signature, so check my other story. It's CC though...
Thank you all 4 ur replys... i hope i can live up to expectations... sorry 4 the shortness.

(has anyone noticed that i like these colours?)






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Chapter 4


~Max~
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“So Liz…” Alex says casually as we sit around our usual lunch table. I still remember the day last year when we christened it as ours. Kyle stood up on the table and announced to the entire quad that it was no longer any lunch table, and that we were now the proud owners. To make our point, we even inscribed our names on the underside of the seat. Then Michael brought out the small bottle of alcohol, one of the ones that you get from a mini-bar fridge, and smashed it against the side, much like you do on a boat. To this day I’m still surprised that not one teacher ever found out about it.


“Tell me where you’re from?”


“You don’t have to answer that!” Maria says a little to quickly as she glares at Alex. Either he never got the debriefing, or he feels like taking on Maria. This could prove to be extremely interesting.


“Sante Fe.”


“Really? So, why did you move to Roswell?”


“Alex!” Maria snaps, making the rest of us jump at her vicious tone.


“Um… would you excuse me for a minute?” Liz says as she stands up and walks away, leaving Maria death glaring Alex. I watch as Liz walks over to the other side of the quad and I can’t help but feel guilty. All day I’ve been so nervous that I haven’t really said anything to her, in fear that anything I do happen to say would make me look like a blubbering idiot.


All through Biology I didn’t hear a word Mr Seligman was saying, I was too busy staring at Liz. I just sat there watching her every move. Watching the way she bit her lip because she nervous when she was asked to introduce herself. I watched the way that she was chewing on the end of her pencil when she was thinking. I watched the way her hair draped around her face, and the way she would brush it back behind her ear every time it got in her eyes. I watched the way her handwriting curled across the pages of her book, looking almost as beautiful as she did.


Am I so pathetic that I think handwriting is beautiful? I swear that when she giggled earlier, I melted…


Now as I sit here, watching her walk alone, I can’t help but feel as if I could be more than just an observer. Maybe if I got over my own anxiety, I could actually say something to her that would make me sound at least half intelligent, interesting even. And then she wouldn’t have to walk across the quad alone.


“I’ll be back in a sec guys.” I say as I stand up, still watching as she walks alone. I head in her general direction but stop as I see who’s walking over towards her. Malamud.


He approaches her and she smiles. The same smile that melted my heart the first time I saw it. He smiles aswell, but it’s not a nice, friendly smile. It’s the same smile I’ve seen him use a million times before. All those times when’s he’s hitting on some girl who he screws, then never calls again.


I notice how her smile soon fades, only to be replaced by disgust when he reaches out to brush her arm. She steps out of his reach, backing into a wall, and the grin is swiped off his face, a feral look now a permanent resident.


I’m walking forwards before I even register my feet are moving, gaining speed with each stride. I can faintly hear someone calling my name from behind me, but I shrug it off with Liz as my main priority. As I get closer to her, I listen to their conversation.


“-ome on. Just one little kiss?” He reaches out again to touch her, but he’s backed her so far up against the wall that she can’t flinch away.


“I-I think I should get back to my friends. They’re probably looking for me.”


“You can’t leave till you give me a kiss!” He puts on hand up against the wall, pinning her against the corner.


“Hey guys! What up?” I say casually as I walk over to them. Malamud drops his hand from the wall and turns around to glare at me.


“Evans.” I swear I can almost see the venom dripping off his words. If he makes one more move towards Liz… I won’t be held responsible for my actions.


“Malamud.”


I grab Liz’s hand in mine, not just as a protective action, but because I want to feel her soft skin against mine again. It feels so soft and smooth, and for a moment I forget I'm trying to protect her from one of the biggest assholes at this school, and I salvage the feel of her skin against mine. She looks up into my eyes and I’m breathless instantly as I see the start of tears forming in the corners of her big brown eyes. I gently squeeze her hand to reassure her, and her grip tightens. I look back to where Malamud is standing, undressing Liz with his eyes. I instinctively take a step closer to her, before talking in the politest tone that I can manage at this point in time.


“What are we talking about?”


“I was just telling Liz here about how well we’re doing this season.” I watch as Malamud grits his teeth and clenches his fists, desperately restraining himself so he won’t punch me. I can’t help but get some satisfaction out of being the one in control. “Anyway, I should probably go. I’ll talk to you later.” He says as he gives Liz one more look before walking off. As soon as he’s out of earshot I turn Liz to me and put my hands on either side of her face, checking her over for any signs that he hurt her.


“Are you alright?” There, it was probably the first thing I said to her, and it was a reasonable question. Sure, I may be acting a little over protective, but it gives me a chance to come into contact with her, and something to say.


She just nods. Probably thinking I’m some sort of weirdo, so instead of having to say anything, she nods.


“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”


“Max, I’m fine.” Wow, impressive, She’s only known me for a day and already she has the same tone as my mother does when I fuss over her. It must be a female trait. The ‘I’m fine, now leave me alone’ warning tone or something.


I finally realise that I still have my hands on either side of her face and I reluctantly drop them, feeling lonely as soon as the contact with her skin is broken. “Sorry… I just… He’s a jerk… and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”


“Thank you.” She looks at the ground as she speaks, he voice so small and quiet.


“Why are you over here anyway? Was it what Alex said? I don’t think Maria gave him the debriefing.” I’m not doing too bad with this conversation thing, if I do say so myself.


“Debriefing?”


“Um, yeah… never mind. So it wasn’t Alex?”


“No.”


“Was it me?”


“What? How could it be you? You haven’t said anything to me all day until now!”


“I… yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m just nervous or something…. Was it Michael?”


“Maria.”


“Yeah, I know that Michael can be…What? Maria?”


“God, she’s worse than my mother used to be. Always trying to protect me from any little thing that could hurt me. Did you know that I got a paper cut once when we were younger, and Maria made me lie down for the rest of the day so I wouldn’t hurt myself anymore?”


She smiles to herself at the memory as we slowly start to walk back to the table. “She’s just trying to protect you.”


“Maybe I don’t want to be protected. Maybe I want to learn to fend for myself, you know?”


“Sorry… It just looked like Malamud was…”


“What? No!” She cuts me off before I can finish apologising. So far this conversations going all right, I think. At least I haven’t said anything stupid yet, I hope. “Max, I didn’t mean you. Thank you for saving me from him…”


“Any time…”


I’m cut off again, but this time from Maria engulfing Liz in a giant hug. “Lizzie, I’m so sorry for what Alex said. Don’t worry, I made sure he’ll never ask again!”


“You hit me you bitch!” Alex says as he’s walking towards the three of us, a hand on the back of his head. I look over at Liz who’s struggling against Maria. She rolls her eyes in my direction and finally gives in to the hug, sending the most beautiful smile my way.


I think I’m turning into a pile of goo, just because of her smile.



TBC...

[lizard_queen]

i advise you all.... GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
as much as i try, i can't seem to make these next chapters anything better than crap. I will attempt to make the new ones i have to write better, but i can almost guarentee that they will not be.
sorry, and i understand if no one reads this anymore. They're all pretty boring and stuff. I've written a total of seven chapters so far... and i have heaps of ideas, but everytime i try to write them, it turns out like shit, so once again sorry...

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Chapter 5


~Liz~</center>



Somehow I manage to escape from Maria’s grip. I’m not entirely sure how, but I did. I look back to where Max is still standing there, a goofy expression on his face as he smiles at me. He is quite adorable, even when he’s standing there like an idiot staring at me.


In a way I’m angry with him for watching me, following me and then acting like I’m some little princess that needs to be helped in every situation. He hardly even talked to me all day for God’s sake, and then he goes and thinks that I need rescuing! But on the other hand I’m thankful that he saw what was happening with that guy, because, to be entirely honest, he was a bit creepy. Plus, I got to hold his hand…


Did he feel the sparks that started as soon as his skin touched mine? Did he too go weak at the knees from the contact? Was he just casually looking around and noticed that the creepy guy was invading my personal space, or was he really watching me? Was it just a protective gesture when he held my hand, or was it also an excuse to touch me?


I’m snapped out of my thoughts by a freakishly high voice screaming at someone from my left. I turn to face the annoyance and a find a short blonde storming over to Max, obviously angry. I hear Maria mumble something along the lines of ‘fucking gerbil’ next to me.


I take it that the angry blond is Max’s girlfriend. She’s shorter than me, which is actually quite hard to achieve, and has on entirely too much makeup. I find it a little demeaning that for a woman to be classed as pretty; she has to add on layers of unnatural colours to her face, with the end result quite often resembling a clown.


This is one of those cases.


She walks over to where Max now has an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes say it all. Guilt. I’m not entirely sure what he’s guilty about, as I only just met him today, but him being a guy, it was probably something like he forgot her birthday, or their anniversary… or something.


The blond starts talking, or rather screaming at him, and he just stands there, looking bored out of his brain. He sighs in an incredibly cute way and puts his hands in his pocket. His eyes lift and meet mine, and I feel a strange force coming over me.


Is it normal that I want to just run over and ravish him, regardless if his girlfriends there or not?


I shake my thoughts off and remove my gaze from his, walking over to the table where everyone but Max is now sitting, talking like it’s a natural occurrence. We can still hear the blond yelling at him in the background, but no one else looks like they really care. Its almost as if its just background music.


“How could you not hear me calling you Max? I was walking right towards you, and you just kept on walking! Do you know how bad that made me look to everyone? I can’t even friggin get my boyfriend to notice when I’m talking to him.”


I take another glance over my shoulder only to find him staring straight back at me, almost as if he too thinks she’s just background music. It’s a little freaky to have him staring at my back whilst his girlfriends screaming at him.


“Isn’t anyone gonna go and help him?”


Isabel snorts from where she’s sitting between Alex’s legs, both of them leaning up against a tree about two metres from the table. “And risk getting bit my Tess, no thank you. Besides, the more these two fight, the less time she’s at our house, meaning the less time I have to spend in the company of the ‘little princess’. I honestly don’t know why he’s still going out with her. Max can’t stand her almost as much as the rest of us.”


“Gives him something to do.” Michael says from across the table. “Also makes him appreciate us more.”


“How do you figure?” Alex says, drawing his attention away from staring at Isabel to join the conversation.


“Well, he talks to Tess right. She’s her usual self – bitchy, arrogant, etc. He then comes over to find we, the people who actually value him, therefore making him appreciate us as he has Tess to compare us to.”


“And they said the brains skipped a generation in your family!” Maria says as she reaches up to kiss his cheek.


“Maria! I’m trying to make a point here!” He turns his gaze to me, before saying, “Liz, tell me. If you hadn’t known Maria since you could talk, would you rather hang out with Tess… or us?”


I snort at the absurdity of the question. “Do you really have to ask?”


“My point exactly!” Michael says, a look of triumph on his face. Maria just sits there laughing whilst Kyle, who has been extremely quite throughout this entire thing, shakes his head. I’m betting that Michael doesn’t act smart very often.


I hear rustling behind me, and it’s only when Max plonks himself down on the seat beside me that I realise that the yelling has stopped. I also realise how incredibly close he’s sitting to me.


“God she pisses me off, fucking bitch!” I flick my head around at his words, noting how he’s rubbing his temples as he stares at the table. If that’s what he thinks of his girlfriend, I can’t imagine what he think of Maria, or Isabel… or even me.


Sure,he’s only known me a few days, but I didn’t even know his name and I almost kissed him. What if this is how he is? Comes off as nice and cute at first, but then starts being a complete asshole when something doesn't go his way? Maybe he'll turn out to be one of those women beaters...hmm... but then again, i have only known him one day. I could just be jumping to alot of conclusions.


"Does she always yell at you like that?" I ask quietly, as everyone goes back to their own private conversations.


"Oh, uh... yeah, sorry about that. Tess can just be... well... Tess."


Me being me, i just nod quietly and go back to my salad infront of me, not oblivious to his heeated gaze burning into my side as he watches me.





TBC.... maybe, if i feel like it.

[lizard_queen]

Okay my little potatoes, here's the deal. I really dont like the next two chapters, so i'm gonna post them both now and get them over and done with, and then either tomorrow or Saturday i'll post chapter 8, which i actually like...
Thanks for all your replys and stuff So yeah, these next two chapters suck. Sorry...


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Chapter 6

~Max~</center>


“How could you not hear me calling you Max? I was walking right towards you, and you just kept on walking! Do you know how bad that made me look to everyone? I can’t even friggin get my boyfriend to notice when I’m talking to him.”


She stands there, screaming at me with everything she’s got; yet I can’t seem to take my eyes off Liz. She turns around slightly from where’s she’s sitting and meets my eyes, causing me to gasp at the way she's looking at me.


God she’s so beautiful. No wonder I was drawn to her on Halloween.


I’m suddenly drawn back to reality when I feel a hand running down my arm in a seductive motion.


“-then you can make it up to me?” Tess flutters her lashes at me, and I feel really strange.


Normally, this would be something that I would just take as it came, but now as I look down into those ice blue eyes that belong to Tess, I can’t help but feel the revulsion overcome me.


She’s not Liz.


What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve only known her name for a day, and already I would rather her be the one suggesting I ‘make it up to her later’ than my girlfriend of six months, who I supposably love.


Tess looks over her shoulder at what I’m staring at, and I can see how her eyes darken when she notices Liz.


“Who the hell is that?”


“Who? Oh, Liz?” That’s the way Evans, play it cool, in hope that your bitchy girlfriend doesn’t do anything stupid that could jeopardise your chances with Liz. Wait, chances with Liz? What chances have I got with her if I still have a girlfriend? I really have to do something about that, but first, back to the dumb blonde. “That’s Maria's friend from Sante Fe. She just moved here to live with her god parents.”


“What’s she like?” Something gleams in Tess’s eyes, but I ignore it, already feeling the beginning of the daze that is Liz Parker taking its hold.


“She’s really nice, and funny…” Tess obviously sees my glazed over expression because she clears her throat, loud enough to snap me out of my dream land, where Liz is naked and looking at me with those deep eyes as she slides her body on top of mine and…


Uh, sorry.


“Nice, huh?" Back to Tess, who's standing there with a strange look. Only, now that I really study it, I realise I know that look. It’s the same look she gets when she’s up to something.


“Tess, promise me you wont do anything to her? She’s new and I’m just helping her out, that's all!” Unfortunately for me.


What I wouldn’t give to just push Tess aside right now, walk over to that table and have my way with Liz.


Dear God I think I’m loosing my mind.


But what a perfect way to do so… trapped in a sea of Liz Parker.


“Helping her out… sure Max. Maybe in the eraser room!” She yells before walking off in the direction of her bimbo friends.


Um... what the hell just happened, and where was I? Oh right... thinking about Liz!


“Tess-” Can she even believe the words coming out of her own mouth? She flirts with every single guy in this school, and even some of the chicks, and then she accuses me of spending some time in the eraser room with Liz just because I’m staring at her with glazed over eyes as I think about what I would love to do to her…


Right, sorry.


Remind me why I’m dating her again?


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I walk down the corridor, twenty minutes after the bell went for home time. There’s no one in sight, just an empty hallway. I locked myself in the bathroom after lunch, just thinking about everything.


Or to be more specific… Tess, and how much I wish it was Liz instead of her.


I came to the conclusion that I’ve only ever stayed with Tess because nothing better has ever come along… until now. I’m a firm believer in taking what you can get… because you never know when you could wake up with nothing, so when Tess asked me out, I said yes. I was taking what I could get.


I just settled. Nothing was wrong with that. For a while, I even think I was happy… but now Tess is just irritating. Or maybe it’s the way she’s always been, but I’ve never noticed it until I met Liz.


I round the corner and stop when I see her at her locker. Pure perfection. Her dark hair is cascading down her back, and her top is riding up just enough as she reaches up into her locker that I can see the skin on her flat stomach. So smooth. Crap… is my mouth watering?


I quietly walk over to where she’s now putting some books in her bag, and clear my throat. She looks up at me, a strange expression clouding her deep eyes, before going back to her bag, not even bothering to greet me.


“Hey Liz.”


No response. Might as well try again…


“What are you doing here so late?”


She stands up and shuts her locker, pulling her bag over one shoulder, before mumbling, “None of your business.”


Crap, what did I do? Was it Tess? Did Tess say something to her?


Liz starts off down the corridor during my pondering, and I have to run to catch up to her. For a vertically challenged person, she sure is fast.


“Um… do you want a ride or something?”


She just keeps on walking, her gaze stuck on the ground in front of her. She’s extremely hot when she’s pissed. Tess and Maria are just scary when they’re angry, but Liz is hot! Is it weird that I have the sudden urge to pash her, right now?


“Liz…” I grab her arm to stop her from ignoring me, and she meets my gaze dead on.


“Leave me alone Max.” She tries to pull her arm out of my grip, but I hold on tighter. Something is definitely going on here.


“What… did I do something?” I’m not quiet sure what it was that I did, if it is me that’s put her in this really strange mood. “Liz?”


“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” With that she storms off down the hallway.


Shit!

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Where the fuck is she?


I storm across the field to where the group of giggling blonds are, fresh from cheerleading practise. I see her standing over with Pam Troy, both of the sporting extremely bitchy smiles, and I can’t help but feel that Tess didn’t act alone on this.


I tower over her small form, using my height as an advatage for once in my life. “What the hell did you say to Liz?”


At this point in time, I don’t really care that everyone is now staring at me, their mouths so far open that I’m almost positive you could fit an entire football in them. Tess just batts her lashes and looks up at me. Someone really needs to tell her that innocent just doesn’t look good on her.


“What do you mean, Max?”


Her honey sweet tone sends chills down my spine, and I inwardly cringe at the fact that I lowered myself to going out with her. Was I drunk at the time? Under serious medication? Did I get hit on the head just before she asked me out?


“Tess, stop playing games and tell me what you said to her!”


“I said nothing that she didn’t already have coming.”


“What the fuck did you say Tess?” I have a really bad feeling about this. I can hear everyone around us whispering to each other behind their hands, but my main focus is on Tess, and how hard i'm trying not to hit her right now.


“People should learn that when their house is on fire, it’s a lot easier to jump in the flames and burn in hell, than to try and take my boyfriend!”







TBC...

[lizard_queen]

Tess is a real bitch in this one, or at least thats how i tried to make her? Anyway, on with the show....

<center>Chapter 7

~Liz~</center>


What the hell was I thinking?


Max doesn’t want me. God, he has a beautiful girlfriend, why would he want me? I don’t know what was going on at the Halloween party, but he obviously wasn’t thinking straight.


Fuck! How could I even think that he would be interested?


I just keep thinking back to what Tess said to me. She looked almost happy that she was inflicting that sort of pain on me. To make it worse, Max was the one who told her to come and talk to me. She was so cold, and mean…


“Excuse me, Liz Parker?”


“Yeah?” I turn around from my locker to see Max’s girlfriend standing in front of me. Why she would want to know who I am… a mystery to me! “Tess, right? Max’s girlfriend?”


“Yeah, how did you know?”


Well, dah! The fact that you were screaming your lungs out at him all lunch probably helps. “Oh, Max told me about you.”


“He did, did he?”


Okay, this chick is officially creepy. She has a sly tone in her voice, and he eyes are gleaming with something that I just can’t name.


“Listen Liz, I just came to tell you something that's, in my opinion, really important. You see, Max and I have been dating for six months now, and we love each other… plain and simple. We love each other! No one has ever tied to take him away from me Liz, because they all know that if they did, they would have me to answer to. It took me ages to convince him to date me, but I know that he’s happy with his decision and-“


I cut her off before she gets that dreamy, glazed over look that I know is coming. “Um… okay, but what's this got to do with me?”


Tess turns ice blue eyes on me, and I step back, backing up against my locker as I do so. This is seriously strange. She stands up on her toes and leans in to whisper in my ear, her breath sending a shiver down my spine as she talks. It’s her words that have my full attention though.


“Max said stay the fuck away from him, otherwise you, your uncle and your aunty, may just experience the same tragic death that has claimed so many… including your parents.”


She steps back from and its not until now that I notice she has a small box in her hand. She opens the box and pulls out a match. My gulp is quite audible, as I stand there frozen.


Tess lights a match, holding it so it burns briefly before flicking it at my feet on the ground. She walks away with a satisfied smile, but all I notice is the match burning out.


I feel so numb, so empty.

And I still do. I don’t know what happened the rest of the day, only that that son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to come up and try to talk to me after school. He even went so far as to touch me, acting like nothing had ever happened and he didn’t send his girlfriend to give me a message.


Which leads me to my current position, locked in my cupboard of my room, with my legs curled up under my chin as I sit in the dark… yes, you guessed it, crying.


The fact that I’ve only been here a day and already I’ve had threats on my life leaves me a little shocked. The fact that everyone knows the details about how my parents died two months ago, well; it’s a little invading.


My parents. God I miss them. Especially my father, which is a little ironic, considering he was never really home. He was always out working on a new law suit, running all over the country just to make sure that the big bad criminals were sentenced to a life long time in jail.


But when he was home, I would never be anywhere else. Daddy’s little girl, that was me. I guess I couldn’t help it, I loved him, and I still do, but most importantly… I miss my daddy.


I miss the way he used to bring me home vanilla ice cream and hide it in the back of the fridge so my mum couldn’t find it, and then when she went out to her book club we would sit in front of the TV with a crappy movie, eating ice cream and mocking all the bad actors. I miss the way he used to have a set of questions that he asked any boy who came to take me out, just so he could watch them get nervous.


I miss the way he would call me every night when he was away, and we would take for ages about my day. I miss the way that he used to ask for my opinion when there was a really hard case that he had. I miss the way he would dance around Sundays whilst he cooked breakfast, wearing nothing but his pyjama pants and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron.


I guess I just miss him.


What I wouldn’t give to have my fathers arms to run and cry to right now. I would tell him about how I hate it here in Roswell, and how on my first day at school I already had a death threat. I would tell him just how much I miss him and mom, and how much I just want my life to go back to the way it was.


My mom would sit there and listen to me, taking in everything I said and she would then come up with a way to make me feel better. A shopping spree, or going to the movies, or something, whilst my dad would be drawing up a plan to get them stuck in jail for a crime, like indecent exposure or something. Of course we never actually went along with any of the plans, but they were nice at the time.


My mom was always the sensible one, in her own way. She would always leave half an hour early for everything just in case we ran into traffic. She loved retro music and would walk around in her swimmers, even though it was snowing outside. My dad was the one who I could talk to about everything, but my mom was the one who was always there for me when I needed a hug.


I miss her too.


Now that I think back to it, my parents were pretty strange. Guess that's why I am the way I am. I mean, who hides in their closet… apart from me?


“Liz?” Maria's soft voice breaks me out of my memories and I still, breathing shallow and trying to restrain my sobs that are threatening to come out. “Lizzy, are you in here?”


She’s getting closer. Crap. Why the hell did I lock myself in my closet? What possible use could it have, apart from being a dark place where I could cry? Why didn’t I hide under my table?


The door opens and I’m greeted with a smiling Maria. Her smile disappears quickly a she sees the tears streaming down my face.


“Oh sweetie…” her arms are around me instantly, gently holding me as I break free and I cry my heart out.

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“That little bitch! God, if Max knew what she said to you-“ I cut her off before she goes into a ramble.


“He did know Maria. He was the one who told her to come and talk to me. Fucking bastard hasn’t even got the guts to face me himself!” I pull the pillow tighter against me and bury my face in the soft material. Somehow, we managed to gravitate over to my bed where I then explained everything to Maria, including how much I miss my parents, , and then what Tess had said to me on behalf of Max.


“Chica, believe me… even if you were his worst enemy, Max would never say those things about anyone, and he definitely wouldn’t send his little bitch to do the dirty work. I smell a rat. And do you know what we do to rats?”


“I have a bad feeling about this.” But of course, Maria is too off in her own world to hear my mumble.


She slams a closed fist into the palm of her hand before saying in an enthusiastic voice. “We exterminate them! We squish them until they can’t be squished anymore, and then we squish them again! And since Tess is short, it will take less effort as she's already been squished!”


I can’t help but laugh at my best friend. She turns sparkling green eyes my way and looks me dead on. “Lizzy, I’m so sorry for what Tess said to you, but I promise you that she wont get away with making those threats. Please don’t go and run away or anything on me? I need my best friend, and you need yours. Roswell will get better… just give it time.”









TBC....

[lizard_queen]

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Anyway....


ladylou: I'm an Aussie, how could you tell? Am i really that obvious?

I promise you that Max and Tess will break up soon, and something will happen to Tess, i'm just not sure what yet... any ideas are greatly appreciated!!!

So yeah, the next chapter. Can i just say that this chapter may seem a little strange, and Max's decision about how he feels about Liz may be a little sudden, but i'm trying here! Also, this should explain why he's with Tess, in its own weird way...

So enough talking from me... on with the tale:




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Chapter 8


~Max~</center>



Every time I’ve tried to talk to Liz, someone makes up an excuse for her, most of the time it’s that she's gone out, yet as I stand here watching her on her balcony across the street, I know that it’s a lie. Technically, she has gone out, as she's outside, but she’s still in the perimeter of the house, so they can’t tell me she's not there.


Okay, I know it’s a little stalker-ish to be watching someone without them knowing, but I just have to talk to her and explain that what Tess did had nothing to do with me, and that I plan on breaking up with her sometime soon… if I get around to it.


And if I actually survive the breaking up part, I think I’m going to ask out Liz Parker. But first, I have to get her to talk to me!


It’s now Sunday, and she wasn’t at Maria's last night for the annual monthly movie fest, and she ‘wasn’t home’ all Saturday. She ignored me all Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, despite my attempts to corner her so she couldn’t move. Liz even went so far as to switch partners with Pam Troy in Biology. Boy, wasn’t that a fun hour, listening to Pam talk about what hair product she uses. Can’t wait for Monday!


Yes, that is my sarcasm kicking in. I apologise in advance.


What I don’t get is how Liz could even think that I would say that stuff? Sure, she's only known me one day, but I think I made it pretty clear that I had a thing for her when I attempted to kiss her, and I didn’t even know her name. What's more is that I saved her from Malamud on my own will, and she still thinks that I don’t want anything to do with her? I was staring at her for Christ’s sake!


Okay… calm down Max. Your right, she’s only known you for one day. You can’t expect her to know that you wouldn’t say those things. You just have to earn her trust.


I walk across the road and down the ally, stopping just under the ladder that I presume leads to her balcony. I just hope that she doesn’t like to throw things. I saw a lot of candles up there.


I quickly scale the ladder and step over the railing, before clearing my throat. “Hem hem…”


She looks up from the book she's writing in and her eyes take on that stunned effect. Sort of like a deer caught in headlights. She quickly snaps out of it and closes her book, placing it on the ground next to her, before crossing her arms over her chest and sending a chilling glare my way. Something tells me that this won’t be easy.


“Sending threats in person now?”


Ouch, that was cold. I take a cautious step towards her, but stop as soon as I see a hammer lying beside the chair. What the hell has she got a hammer for? Maybe I was expected?


“Liz, I never-“


“Wow, you must really want me dead, considering the threat said that I has to stay away from you, and yet here you are, making it impossible for me to do so.”


What? Okay, Tess definitely left a lot out when she explained their little conversation. “Dead? Tess said that-“


“I don’t fucking care Max! Get the hell away from me!” She stood up to leave, but I grabbed her hand before she could slip through her window.


“Liz, I know that you’ve only known me for a day, but I never sent Tess to say those things to you! Why else would I be here now if I wanted you to stay away from me?” I gentle my grip now that I have her full attention. “I’m so sorry for what she said to you. I never thought anyone could be like that, and I’m so sorry. Please, I want to get to know you… not try and kill you. You have to believe me when I say that I would never say those things about anyone!”


“Maybe not Max, but your girlfriend still did.” With that she turns and slips into her room by the window. And all I can think of now is…


…Touché

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Yes, I am officially pathetic. I have been sitting down here in the Crashdown for the last three hours, knowing that Liz will have to come down some time. Right?


What the hell was I thinking when I said yes to Tess? Maybe I wasn’t thinking. It’s not like I can blame all of my actions on my ‘other head’, if you get my drift. The furthest Tess and I have ever gotten is second base, and that was only because I was a little tipsy at the time.


The weird thing is, I’m not entirely sure I ever felt anything for Tess. I sure as hell don’t feel anything for her now.


I bet your all thinking ‘but you said you loved her? You admitted it to Michael!’


Yes, you are right… I said I loved her. I even told her I loved her… once, and that was after I had had a few more drinks so instead of being tipsy, I was fully drunk. That was one hell of a night, especially the fact that as soon as I told Tess I loved her, I had the sudden urge to vomit… and vomit I did. No one else could get anywhere near the toilet bowl for three hours.


The point I’m trying to make right now is that I never meant it. Tess was the one who told me first, and when I opened my mouth to respond, that was the first thing to come out… followed by my last meal.


I guess I just didn’t want to leave an awkward silence after she so drunkly declared her feelings for me, so what better way than to make her think my feelings were the same?


I know I sound like a bastard right now, but I was drunk at the time, and I did kind of feel sorry for her. I’ve never once told her again. I’ve never felt the need to tell her again. Just like she’s never told me again that she loves me.


I see Liz walk through the door from the employee lounge and I get weird feelings in my stomach. Not an ‘I’m going to spew everywhere’ feeling, even though that seems to be the topic of the moment. It’s more of a nervous, strange feeling, like it’s hard to breath without being near her, without touching her. I also fell the strange desire to walk over there, throw her onto the counter and have my evil way with her, but I’m pretty sure her uncle wouldn’t really like that. These feelings are freaky, strange, and yet oddly enough… exciting. It’s almost as if when ever I see her, everything just goes into slow motion and then disappears, until its just her and me.


Get a grip Maxwell, you’ve only known her a week, and she’s ignored you for most of it, thinking you were a fucking bastard who was sending death threats to her.


But why was I so drawn to her at the Halloween party? It was like I was only there in body, and someone else had taken over my mind. I just had this strange desire to touch her, to feel her skin against mine… to kiss her.


And it’s just now that it dawns on me.


I think I’m falling for Liz Parker, hard and fast. And, just to make it even worse…


I think I love her.


I know your probably all thinking ‘wait, he’s not drunk is he?’ The answer is no. I’m not on anything, no drugs, no alcohol, no nothing. And I’m not just saying it to fill space like I did with Tess. I’m saying this because the feelings I have every time I see her are so fucking intense that I feel like I’m going to explode.


But she hates me. She’s known me a week and already the girl I’m infatuated with hates me. But why haven’t I done anything about it yet? I’ve tried; God knows I’ve tried, but there is always the one main problem that won’t seem to go away… Tess. The reason why I haven’t ended it with her yet? Because I’m not like that. I wont just end a ‘relationship’ with someone for no good reason.


Well, okay, there have been a lot of good reasons, but I’ve just been to busy trying to get Liz to forgive me that I haven’t done anything about Tess.


I want to laugh when she laughs, cry when she cries, do other stuff when she does!! (yeah, I’m really not good at this sentimental stuff). I want to know everything there is to know about her, and then I want to know more. Which brings me back to my previous point…


I think I love Liz Parker… and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.

[lizard_queen]

Hey ppl...

alienlover: I'm from Sydney, and we've been having major hail storms these past 2 days. It's so much fun. The streets around the harbour are just covered with ice, and you can make hail balls and throw them at people!

Don't worry, Max will dump Tess soon... and she will get her payback... eventually. You know what? I've given up on trying to explain my reasons behind these chapters. I am strange, and this story will probably jump around alot, but oh well.

Any whoo... the next chapter is now here:

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Chapter 9


~Liz~</center>


Deep breaths, deep breaths. If you can just get out of there, grab your drink and something to eat, and then run, he might not see you.


I quickly push through the door from the back room, and immediately my eyes lock with his. What the hell is it with him? Thinks he can sit there, and continuously stalk me until I talk to him? God, I’ve known him a week! He’s sitting there, watching me with a small smile on his lips. He’s probably plotting ways for his girlfriend to kill me.


Yet a part of me can’t help but believe him when he sincerely told me that he would never say those things to me. Maybe it was the same part of me that drew him to me at the Halloween party.


One thing that I hate about him: his eyes. The way that no matter what, their power to see deep inside you is always evident. The way that they almost appear to have an ethereal effect when they’re looking into mine.


This is stupid. I’m stupid. He threatened me! Him and his little bitch of a girlfriend threatened my life, and all I can think about is his eyes. He hates me! He has a girlfriend and she hates me because she thinks I’m trying to steal Max away from her. It was my fucking first day of school, and she threatened me, on behalf of him.


Why the hell am I still so drawn to him? For fucks sake, HE HATES ME!


But I think I’m falling for him. Am I insane? Am I so damn crazy that I think I’m falling for someone who I barely know, who's threatened my life and who clearly hates me and wishes to make my life a living hell?


And once again my mind decides to play the same strip of memory, where he’s telling me that he had nothing to do with it. God, the funny thing is, I almost believe him.


I quickly shrug off all thoughts of Max Evans when I realise that I’ve been staring, and he’s been staring back. I rush over behind the counter, pull out a cup, press the cherry cola button on the machine, and wait patiently as it pours out my drink.


I take a glance back to his booth, only to notice that he’s no longer sitting there. The relief that washes over me is short lived once I realise that he’s headed in my direction. I advert my eyes back to my drink, which is only half full. Could this friggin machine be any slower?


Now I’m resorting to tapping my thumbs to the overhead music playing throughout the café, just so I don’t have to turn around and run into those beautiful amber eyes. How does he manage to have this effect on me?


Finally! I don’t even bother to put on a lid or get a straw; I just grab the cup and walk. Okay, so far no ones tried to stop me. Just one more metre. Great, now reach out and push open the door…looking good… almost there…


“Liz?”


Crap. Spoke too soon. When I ignore his presence behind me and walk through the door, bound for the stairs that lead upstairs into the apartment, I feel a hand wrap around my writs, stopping me from going anywhere else.


“Liz, please, just talk to me!”


God, his voice is so pleading, so emotional. I just know that if I look up into his eyes, all of my defences will melt away. What is wrong with me?


“There’s nothing to talk about, Max. You made your feelings about me pretty clear. I’m sorry if all I ever tried to do was be your friend, but you made your choice.” I attempt to walk off again, but his grip on my arm tightens, and he swings me around so I’m looking into his deep amber pools. If I look hard enough, I’m almost positive I can see golden flecks.


“No, I never got to make any choice Liz, because you made it for me! I never once said that I didn’t want to get to know you, you just thought I did because you were stupid enough to believe Tess!”


Okay, if he thought he was going to change my mind with that speech, he was greatly mistaken. No one ever calls me stupid and thinks that it’ll get them into my good books.


“I don’t care Max! She’s your girlfriend and she hates me! She threatened my life for fucks sake, and you think that it automatically means you and I can be best friends? You have no idea what I’ve been through these last few months, so you have no right to think that you know me!”


“Why Liz? Tell me why it means so much that she threatened you? She’s hardly smart enough to work a pair of scissors, let alone follow through on one of her threats! Why the fuck should it matter if she gave you a petty threat?”


All of a sudden, I’m drawn right back to the reason I’m here in the first place. I can still see his face, the way he smiled that freaky smile at the sound of my scream. The way the flames engulfed the house. The banging I could hear from the inside, when they were trying to escape from the barricaded doors and windows. The way I just stood there watching as…


“Why Liz!”


“BECAUSE IT’S TOO MUCH LIKE LAST TIME!” I scream out at the top of my lungs, only party aware that I’ve thrown myself onto the floor and I have tears streaming down my cheeks. My entire body is shaking violently as I pull my legs up against my chest and rock back and forth, desperate to repress the images floating through the back of my mind.


“It’s too much like last time.” I say, this time in a barely audible whisper.


Max is holding me close to him seconds after that as I cry into his warm embrace. He doesn’t ask any more questions, but simply pulls me closer as I cling onto him for life. I never thought I could hate someone so much; yet need them so much at the same time.


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“Do you want me to get you anything?” Max asked attentively as he sits above to me on the couch, stroking his fingers through my hair, just like my dad used to do. The thought of my father brings more tears to my already soaked eyes, and I bring a shaky hand up to wipe them away whilst shaking my head.


“No.”


I can feel him nod above me as my head rests on his chest. I’m not entirely sure how we got here. One minute I was downstairs reliving the worst moment of my life once again, and the next I was here, lying on the couch with his warm arms around me as we watch ‘The Bold and The Beautiful’ on day time television.


“D-do you want me to ring Maria?”


“No.”


“Okay.”


Silence ensues for a few more minutes as I stare at the screen, really not in the mood for a crappy soap opera. I’m not entirely sure why I don’t want him to call Maria. Maybe its because I feel so comfortable here with him now, and I know that if Maria was here, she would fuss over me and make me tell her everything, which I don’t think I could do. At least with Max, he understands that I don’t want to talk about it, so he doesn’t ask questions, he just simply sits here with me, stroking my hair in a soothing way. Just his presence is comforting. How is it possible that I can feel so connected to him when I’ve only known him a week, and yet I feel like such a stranger to my aunty and uncle, who I’ve known my entire life?


“Do you want m-me to leave?” He asks cautiously, and I can instantly tell that he’s afraid that I’ll say yes.


“What? No!” I snap my head around to look at him as I answer almost to quickly. A small smile lights his lips from my reaction before he goes back to watching the TV. I can tell that he’s not really interested in the show as his eyes keep on flickering back down to me when he thinks I’m not looking.


I don't know why i don't tell him to get lost, to get out of my house and leave me alone. Maybe it's because i don't want that. I don't want him to leave me because i know that if he did, i would be forced to re-live those moments... the images rushing through my head, when all i want to do is shut them out. But Max makes me forget. Maybe thats why i'm feeling so comfortable as i lie here next to him. Maybe thats why i think i'm falling for him.


Its funny, because for a moment, I almost feel as if I belong.


TBC...

[lizard_queen]

Freaky... were're up to double digets! Let's all rejoice that i've mangaed to keep you all interested for this long, yay!

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its been ages since i posted. I meant to post yesterday, but i got a bit sidetracked. Woops!

Thank you for the feedback! All will be revealed in good time, my little poatatoes! (i'm sorry, but i havn't had any caffine 2day, and i'm having withdrawls)

Anyway, the new chapter... sorry that it's mostly Max's thoughts and there's no talking, but it will come...later...
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Chapter 10


~Max~</center>


What did she mean when she told me it was too much like last time? Has Liz been threatened before this? Does this have something to do with her old life, before her parents passed away? Is that why she’s so freaked about Tess? I swear, if it were legal, I would throw Tess in a sack and drop her off a bridge.


It was strange that one minute Liz was telling me that I was trying to kill her with my ‘girlfriend’, and the next she was crying in my arms. I can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that I’m the one to comfort her in a time like this.


It’s not until now that I actually realise that I’ve been running my fingers through her hair for over an hour, and she’s fallen asleep on my lap. She looks so small, so much like a child when she's sleeping.


I look up at the clock hanging on the wall across from us. 6:45 pm. Crap, I have to be home soon before my parents start to wonder where I am, but I don’t want to leave her. Okay, maybe, I can go home, tell my parents I’m having dinner at the Crash with Michael, and then be back before she wakes up. Maybe… if I break a few road rules.


Gently, so I don’t wake her, I pick Liz up in my arms and walk down the hallway to where I’m pretty sure her room is. There are two doors, damn. They just don’t want this to be easy for me, do they? I open one door with great difficulty, only to find a bathroom. No, I don’t think that it’s her room. Which leaves only one more door.


I walk the rest of the way down the hallway, turn the door nob, and nudge it open with my foot, with Liz in my arms the entire time. You must be thinking ‘wow, he’s pretty clever to do all of this, while he still has the object of his affection asleep against his chest as he holds her tight, taking in the vanilla scent of her soft, silky…’

Uh, sorry, got a bit off track. Anyway, as I was about to say, I’ve had a lot of practice with this. Isabel and I have to baby-sit our little cousins whenever they come over, so I’ve come quite adapt to it, plus Liz is really light… that makes it a whole lot easier.


I walk her over to her king size double bed and gently place her down on the mattress, covering her with the blanket folded at the end of the bed.


God, she looks so beautiful, so peaceful. Its amazing watching people when they sleep, as long as they’re pleasant dreams. When people sleep, you see their true face. You see their innocence, their beauty, their true selves… you see them when they have no problems, no worries, no stress, no anger or hurt. You see the true them. And in the case of Liz Parker, she’s even more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.


Of course, this is true when she's not asleep. Liz Parker is the most gorgeous person I have ever seen, and her heart and mind only make her more beautiful. But when she’s lying there, with nothing worrying her, no strain, no problems… there are no words to describe her beauty. It’s almost magical. She has a presence about her that would seem like some strange light show on anyone else, but on her, its… natural.


I crouch down beside her bed and study her. God, even when she's dreaming she takes my breath away. Now do you see what I’m talking about when I say I‘m pathetic?


Her skin is so soft against mine as I trace her cheek with the back of my hand, savouring in the silky texture against my harsh skin. How is it possible that she's perfect? But then I think back to everything she's been through, even though I only know a small bit about her life, most of which was elaborated by Maria, she’s had to deal with so much shit, which only makes her seem even more perfect to me.


I quietly take one of her small hands in mine and bring it up to my lips. Sure, its not the place I really want to be kissing her, but its gonna have to be good enough for now. I stand up, preparing to go home to make sure my parents know I’m still alive and then be back here in record time, but the words are out of my mouth before I even know I was thinking them.


“I think I love you Liz Parker.”


Whoa, where did that come from? Well okay, I definitely know where that came from, but why did I feel the need to say it out loud, and while she's sleeping a metre away from me none the less?


It’s now that I realise that I have to do something about my situation, starting with Tess. Time to break up with the Wicked Witch of the West… oh, joy.

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Why the hell am I suddenly so nervous? I need to do this, and I know that I need to do this. I’m in love with someone else, and Tess has already caused too many problems… and yet I find myself standing here, staring at the entrance for the school gym, and feeling like I’m about to throw up in fear of something going wrong.


Lets view the list, shall we? Possible things that could go wrong:


1) I could open the doors to the gym, see Tess standing across the room with her cheerleader friends, freeze in place, and then wake up three years later from a coma, after having the door swing back at my face and knock me unconscious, therefore placing me in the aforementioned coma.


2) I could open the doors, not freeze in place and instead start walking towards her, but, before I get there, I trip on something lying on the ground and end up breaking my neck, leaving me as a quadriplegic for the rest of my life.


3) I could open the doors, not freeze in place, walk over to Tess without slipping on anything and breaking my neck, but when I start to tell her I want to break up, no sound comes out because something has happened which means that I can no longer talk, causing me to be with Tess for the rest of my life as I have no voice and no way to break up with her.


4) I could open the doors, walk over there, get the words out, and then end up getting attacked by twenty cheerleaders because I’m a selfish chauvinistic pig, and wake up in hospital a few days later after having major surgery on all of my organs, because for some unknown reasons, cheerleaders choose to try and perform all those routines wearing shoes with spiky high heels.


5) I could break up with Tess, and she doesn’t accept it, but instead chooses to beat me up until I agree to marry her and have millions of little children named Max Jnr and Tessa Jnr.


If we study the above list, we see that no matter what happens, I will no doubt end up with some kind of bodily harm. This is not looking good.


But then I think back to the reason why I’m here in the first place.


1) Liz Parker. I’m doing this for Liz. I’m doing this to show her that I wont take what Tess said to her. I’m doing this to show her that I actually have a heart, and that Tess is an ‘evil little gerbil’, as Maria so commonly refers to her as, and that there is no excuse for the way she treats people. But most importantly, I’m doing this because I love her.


It may seem like the reasons not to do this out weigh the reasons to, but I don’t particularly care, because the reason to do this is so much more rewarding than the reasons not to, so, even though I know i'm about to face my death... I'm going in. Okay, one last deep breath. If you never hear from me again, then you know that the cheerleaders got me.


Wish me luck.



TBC...