The Essay (AU, M/L, TEEN- MATURE) COMPLETE; 4/28/05

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Author: Amy (FamersAmers)

Title: The Essay

Category:AU, ML but all the other charecters will show up.

Rating: TEEN -MATURE

Dsclaimer: I own nothing Roswell belongs to those cool people Jason Katims Melinda Metz and everyone else.

Summary: Liz has to write an exit essay about Who inspires her.

Authors Note: Ok I have no idea how well this is or how it is going to work. It is my first fic, If the title is already taken let me know and I will fix it.







Who is the person that has inspired you the most?

Wow how do I answer that? In two words Max Evans, the boy who taught me everything. Of course you are wondering what this is. This is supposed to be my final paper for high school. Stupid I know and the fact that it has to be 10 pages irks me, but it has to be done. So here goes nothing.

Who inspires me the most? I’m sure that most people will say Mr. Croughan the local English teacher, George Bush the President, Shaquelle O’Neil, Martin Luther King. While all of these men are important and have inspired us all, my best friend is the one person who has inspired me the most.

When I was seven my parents were killed in a car accident, horrible I know. Well they were on their way home from a conference when a truck crossed the median and killed them. Being that I had no other family other than in Florida my parents decided to leave me to their best friends Phillip and Diane Evans. Now Phillip and Diane have taken care of me for 10 years now, I am a part of their family in every way. They have given me clothes, food, a room and a bed, but they gave me something even greater. They gave me my best friend, their only son Maxwell Phillip Evans.

Knock Knock

I am taking out of my writing trance by the knock on the door. “Come in” I turn around to find max Staring at me. “Hey, what ya doing?” he has his hands in his pocket and he is shuffling his feet. I laugh “Nothing, something you want to talk about?” I know him better than he knows himself, I know that when he walks into my room with his hands in his pocket and he moves his feet back and forth he has something on his mind. “Do you mind?” he is subtle about asking. “No, never.” He quickly jumps on my bed and grabs the pillow.

“Ok so tell DR. Parker what she can do.” He looks up at me and I am entranced by his smile, he has a great smile, have I told you that yet? Well he does and those eyes, he could suck you in.

“Have you started on your essay?” Is this really what he came to talk about because I am going to be pissed, I was really in writing mode. “Yeah, have you?” He is staring at the bed and then back at me, I can tell he is uncomfortable, “I don’t know who to write about.”
“Well who inspires you most?”
“I am not sure.”
“How can you not be sure, someone inspires you or they don’t, all you have to do is pick the one that inspires you the most, heck Max you could lie if you wanted to.” What am I thinking, perfect Liz parker telling someone to lie. Whoa I need my head checked.

“Wow perfect little Lizzybeth telling me to lie, who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” I throw the pillow at him telling him to back off.
“Ok so don’t lie, do you have someone in mind?”
“Yeah.”
“Well who?” this is making me jumpy; he has never told me who inspires him, EVER! “I can’t tell you.” WHAT, what is he talking about. “What do you mean, I’m Lizzybeth, and you worship the quick sand I walk on. You can tell me anything.”
“I can’t tell you this.”
“Why not?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“So why did you come in here?” Oh Ouch I would have winced at that too. “I’m sorry I just…I don’t understand why you can’t tell me?” I know he is going to change the subject.
“Would you tell me who you are writing about?”
“Will it make you feel better?”
“Yes.”
“Ok but you have to promise that you won’t get all crazy on me?”
“Unless you wrote about Kyle Valenti?”
“Now I think he inspires me, inspires me to PUKE.” We laugh for a few minutes then he is quite again. “Ok I promise I will not go crazy.”
“Ok I am writing about you.” His head snaps up and he has those big amber questioning eyes. “What? Why are you writing about me?” Ok Max get a clue would you. You are like my best friend the love of my life; I compare every guy to you. Geez. “Why not? I mean you are my best friend, and you inspire me.” I am embarrassed now and my hair falls in front of my face.

He reaches his hand up and pushes it behind my ear. “Say something.” I am desperate why isn’t he talking? HELLO MAX!!! “Thank you, can I read it when you are done?” What a stupid question. “Of course, so, you going to tell me who you are writing about?” I know he isn’t but I am trying. “Nope but I will let you read it.” He goes to walk out of my room. That boy, we have no point conversations all of the time and it is starting to get to me. I turn around and head back to my computer. “Liz?” I turn around to see him smiling at me. “Yeah Max?”
“I love ya Lizzybeth, you are the best thing in my life.” I smile back. “Ditto Max, Ditto” he shuts the door and I am back to square one.


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Part 2

So I guess I should tell you more about me than what you are going to read in this essay. I should tell you about my life. Well like I said in the essay I have been parentless since I was seven. Phillip and Diane Evans took me in and let me be in their family. Now here are some things about Phillip and Diane.

Phillip is a lawyer, a corporate lawyer whom is quite successful in the town of Roswell. Oh that is right you don’t know. I live in Roswell New Mexico, now I know what you are thinking…ALIENS! Yes I know I have lived here all of my life, and I know what people think. Let me tell you we are not all a bunch of crazy people obsessed with the other worldly. Well some of us are, but not all of us.

Ok back to Phillip, he and my dad went to school together and college and have been best friends since they were like ten (I really don’t know, but ten sounded like a good age.) Ok so Phillip married Diane Banks. Diane Banks is a southern bell straight out of Mississippi, but you wouldn’t be able to tell she doesn’t even have an accent. So anyways, they couldn’t have children so they adopted Max and Isabel. I will get to Isabel later.
Diane was a housewife until about ten years ago. She then started to run a restaurant, but not just any restaurant, my parent’s restaurant. They had left it to me in the will but being that I know nothing about running a business my parents left Diane and Phillip in charge under the condition they change nothing. She also had a full time helping staff that includes Amy Deluca
Amy DeLuca has one daughter; she is one of my best friends that I don’t live with. Amy does all the accounting and buying and stuff like that. Then of course there are the hired hands, or should I say the slaves. Here I will name them for you. Isabel, Max, Michael, Alex, Agnes, Jose, Maria, and me. Ok coincidence? I THINK NOT! Once we all hit sixteen we all became employed there, except Agnes she is like going on 60 and been at the restaurant for forever. Jose of course is like 30 and a permanent cook, as long as I can remember he has worked there.
Anyway back to my story here. Ok so Phillip and Diane took me in, treat me like their own and they live on the west side of Roswell. They live in a nice Spanish style home that has five bedrooms giving Max, Isabel and I our own room with Phillip having an office in the extra room. Of course when company comes I give up my bed and live in Isabel’s room or vise versa.
Onto Isabel, Isabel Amanda Evans is quite the popular one at Roswell High. Elle McPherson as we all like to call her. Some of the kids who don’t know her call her the ice princess. She can be cold to some people but never to me and the group. She has her own click that she runs with but she still makes the time to hang with us “lower” folks. She had pretty much been my sister and trusted friend for twelve years, sister for ten. She and I spend a lot of time together when she is not keep up her social engagements.
Now onto Max, not that you won’t get to know him in the essays but there are a few things I have to throw in.
I used to hate him. There I admitted it; I used to not be able to stand the guy. He made me want to drive nails up my arm. When he was first adopted the kid had an attitude, and a crap one at that. I was with my parents at their house one night right after they had been adopted, well anyway Max decided to be a jerk and try to beat me to the dinner table. Well he was losing and didn’t like it so he pushed me into their bar. I had to have five stitches, and he thought it was funny. He of course was told to apologize and he did the best fake apology I have ever heard. He even had tears and everything, then of course the minute Diane left he snickered and decided to make my life a living HELL! It wasn’t till after my parents died that we became the best of friends. It was my first night in the house since my grandmother had left, I was scared and sad. I remember Max coming into the room and laying on the bed with me while I cried. He just held me and told me that everything would be alright. That was a side of Max Evans that no one new, not even his mom. Ok so moving on, now we are best friends and tell each other almost everything.
Maria, let me tell you about her. In one word Eccentric! That is all there is to it. I have known her since kindergarten and she and I have been best friends. We do almost everything together. Of course Maria lives with her mom, her dad left when we were eight, he found some new era chick living in New York and left Amy all alone. Of course he sends a check once a month for Maria but she doesn’t consider him dad. The man she considers dad is the local Sheriff, Jim Valenti.
Jim Valenti is the town sheriff and has one son from his first marriage named Kyle, I have already mentioned him! Kyle is the captain of the football, basketball, wrestling and baseball teams. WOW! Not impressed? Ok well he is also dating the head cheerleader Pam Troy whom is the school slut. Why do I hate her you ask? Well back when I was a sophomore I dated Kyle, I thought I was happy but he wasn’t he went looking for love in other places and found it between Pam’s thighs. They have been together ever since. Good Riddance!!! Oh and he and Maria don’t get along, Maria isn’t afraid to speak her mind about anything including what she thinks of her stepbrothers slut girlfriend.
Moving on to Michael, Michael is also adopted. Well not really adopted more like in the foster care system with some jerk named Hank. Not a nice guy at all, he is drunk all the time and so Michael tends to live on Max’s floor. He should pitch a tent he is there so much, He and Maria have been dating on and off since we were freshman and he has a brother named Alex whom tends to live on Isabel’s floor. They are dating as well and let me tell you PERFECT! They are prefect for each other. Alex also has a band and he is a great musician.
Then there is me. Elizabeth Anne Parker. I am of course 17 and as you know already an orphan adopted by the Evans’s. I am short and pretty skinny. I have brown hair, brown eyes and I guess average. I am a great student; in fact you are talking to the valedictorian! I know congrats to me!!! Max of course is my partner in crime and the salutatorian, his parents couldn’t be more proud, of both of us. I love science and math, I love reading and the whole history thing so I love school. It is the one thing that I can control. I have control issues and I like everything around me in control so my friends often times get upset with me. But it is who I am. Ok now back to my essay, where was I?

They gave me my best friend, their only son Maxwell Phillip Evans. Oh yes, here we go.

Well Max and I haven’t always gotten along; you see I used to hate him. He would torture me and pull my hair. I even have a scar on my forehead from where he decided that it would be a cool thing to push me into the bar. He made my life miserable. When I was seven my parents died, this is when my perspective of max changed. After the news that my parents had died, my grandmother flew straight in from Germany. My grandmother was an archeologist on some major dig and she flew in. She talked with Phillip and Diane and decided along with my single yet psycho aunt, that staying in Roswell was the best thing for me. So after they left I was alone. Max’s house was not foreign to me, I had stayed over many times but this time it had become my house, and I was scared. So I had been crying for a good hour when my door creaked open. There was Max standing there staring at me. “If you have come to make me miserable, too late I’m already there, so go away.” He walked in my room and climbed onto my bed. I was crying quite hard and he pulled me into a hug. “Don’t worry Lizzybeth I will take care of you, you can be ok now.” I felt safe, as safe as a seven year old can feel. From that moment on he has been my rock.
A few months after Max coming into my room and sleeping with me so I wouldn’t cry, Diane found us. She was scared that I was not ok, but she knew that max was going to take care of me. She told me that not to long ago, she knew that by seeing us then she knew that we would always be friends and he would never let me hurt. Boy I wish she could have been right. My life would have been so much easier. But life is not a fairy tale and things don’t always turn out happily ever after.

I close my computer and get ready for school. I can hear Max in the bathroom, I’m sure he is shaving and trying to look his best for his little girlfriend. Did I fail to mention TESS? I hate her and her name, it is the kind of name that makes you want to gag, so I don’t say it very often, only when I have to. Isabel and I have come up with names for her that don’t exactly compliment her. Max gets mad at us for treating her unfairly as he puts it. The girl hates me, she envies my relationship with Max, and I can’t really blame her for that because I envy the relationship she has with Max. There I said it; I am in love with my best friend. I mean is that so bad?
Max comes out of the bathroom as I make my way in. “Morning sunshine.” He says it sarcastically knowing that I am not a morning person at all. The only thing he doesn’t know is that I have been up for least two hours already. “Yeah morning.” I close the bathroom door and I can smell him. Oh it is heaven. You know how beautiful sounds are music to your ears? Well his smell is heaven to your nose. Oh he smells so good even if it is just soap mixed with after shave. I get my business done and I grab my books and make my way to breakfast, “Morning Liz.” Diane is smiling at me with a bagel in hand for me. “Oh I love you, how did you read my mind.” I say kissing her cheek and grabbing the cream cheese. “Oh like it was so hard, you eat the same thing every morning.” I glare at him warning him to shut his mouth or he will have my bagel in his face. “Ha, ha aren’t you mister funny this morning.” What is his problem? Normally he is a saint to me in the morning, “I’m funny every morning, and you just fail to notice my charm.” “If that is charm I am Santa.”
“HO, HO” I glare at him and throw my napkin. “You know what? I am walking this morning.” I grab my books my bagel and say good bye to Diane. “Don’t forget you are working the afternoon shift.”
“I won’t.”
“DON’T FORGET TO PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER.” There is a thin line between love and hate. HE is FLIRTING with it! I head out the door and I can hear Diane giving Max the third degree, he deserves it. I am not too sure why he is acting this way. Last night he was prefect telling me “I love ya Lizzybeth, you are the best thing in my life.” Now I am Santa. I wonder if me telling him I was writing about him changed something. I wonder who he is writing about. Humm so many questions that need answers.

So I as I walk into school I see all my classmates. There goes Aaron Whit with Diane Foster; I think they hooked up last night. Then of course Kyle and Pam and there is the blonde bitch from hell with my brown haired, amber eyed God. Did I mention that I hate her?

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Part 3

So another day at Roswell High and you know the drill, class, lunch, home. At least that is how it always is. I have history first thing this morning and how much do you want to bet that someone with the first name starting with M will ask me for my homework. “Liz hey wait up.” Bingo I told you so. “Maria what’s up, Michael?”

“Liz can I borrow your homework really fast I didn’t finish mine.”

Told you. “What’s it to you?” I know she will give me anything. “Ok so I work your shift on Saturday.”

“Deal!” I hand over the paper and look at Michael, “You might as well take it too.” He leans down and kisses my cheek. “You are awesome.” I know I know no need to inflate my head. “Yeah guys, copying Liz’s homework again?” Alex is here. “You know if you both had taken time out of that hectic make out sessions you two engage in, you could have done the homework.” Oh burn! Nice one Alex. “You know Alex you look better with your mouth shut.” Michael is red and Maria is about to speak her mind when… here she comes, the bleached whale (name number 2). I don’t want to be here at this time but no one asked me what I wanted. “Hi guys, we just thought we would come see how you all were.”

Her high pitched sound makes her even more annoying. “Good morning Lizzybeth.” God she does this to make me mad, I know she is trying to piss me off, everyone knows it. “Well my name is Liz and I am great but you know I think history class is calling my name.” I go to get my books out of my locker when she starts in on me. “You know Max can call you that but not us? You know you need to get over my boyfriend, find your own, I mean I am sure that Jason the computer guy would date you. Then maybe you wouldn’t feel so left out all the time. I mean not having a significant other must be hard, I mean hanging with all these couples must be hard on you.” Oh now I am mad “You know Sili” short for silicone. “I don’t think my dating life is any of your business, second I don’t need a significant other and don’t pretend to know anything about me, because you don’t. Now excuse me I need to get to class.” I slammed the locker and walked around the corner and stopped.

One…Two…Three…. “I can’t believe you, what were you thinking, do you do it on purpose or does your brain run away with your mouth? You know
we all know you are a bitch and we put up with it, but Liz doesn’t have to.” Maria is mad you can hear it in her voice. “It is not my fault she is always so uptight, she needs to get laid.” “Tess ENOUGH” GO MAX!! I know she has made Max mad and I know that the thought of me sleeping with anyone boils his blood. I decide I have heard enough and walk into history.


I sit in my usual seat next to Pam Troy, alphabetical order sucks.

“Good morning class hope you are all working on your exit papers. Well to throw one more thing on the plate I have paired you with kids from my other class for a “get to know you” survey.” Uh Oh. “Ok so here is the partnering, Hackle with Guerin, I Evans with Deluca, Whitman with Harding” Yes in the clear!! “Parker with M. Evans.” I tune him out after that, this man must be dense our teachers never pair us together with the exception of biology knowing that we are friends and house mates. But I am not complaining AT ALL. Wow look at the time, it is time for calc, I hate this class and I don’t have any sane people with me.

The time goes by quickly and I now I am going to bio. Max and I have bio together so it will be interesting to hear what he thinks. Oh and he is sitting in his usual seat looking in his book, he does that so that he won't seem to be interested in me walking in. I sit down and the smell of the aftershave takes over and I almost fall, hopefully unnoticed. “Wow Parker can’t find the seat?” I knew he saw it, I knew it. “Yeah you know me I just can’t seem to find that stool.” I looked at him and he smiled, oh that smile. “Sooooo?”

“So what?”

“You and me and a get to know you survey after school?”

“Sorry Max no can do, work awaits.”

“You swear like you don’t get off at 7.”

“Well if you hadn’t noticed I have a 10 page essay to do.”

“Wow are you that into me that you just want to write it right away?”

“Yeah you wish, you know I was thinking… nah never mind.” Now I have got his attention. “Thinking what?”

“Oh that I was going to write about my grandma, cause you know.” I could see the hurt in his eyes when I said that. I felt bad the moment I saw it but maybe he would stop being a jerk. “Yeah if that is what you want. She inspired a lot of us.”

“Yeah she was pretty awesome.” Just then I am pulled out of my conversation by the lovely bio teacher. As the bell rang I picked up my book bag and looked at Max. “Hey” he turned “Yeah Lizzybeth?” “My
room 7:30?” “Always” he walked to the door. Maybe my Max was back.

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Part 4

7:28- ok so here I am waiting for Max and thinking about the events of the day, we ate lunch together being it was Tuesday, that is always our lunch day, surprisingly Tess said nothing. We said nothing, just ate, and usually it is a comforting silence, you know the one were you can just be. No this silence this was the gut wrenching kind that just makes you want to talk. Then Maria and I had our shift at the Crash and it was fun as always (the sarcasm runs heavy).

Knock, Knock

“Yeah come in.” I know it is Max I can feel him at the door. “Hey you ready?”
“Always, lets get this over with, ok bed, floor, or desk?”
“Wow getting kinky in our old age are we?”
“Ok you need to get your mind out of the gutter, I know you want me but for heavens sakes…you have the blonde bimbo.” I give him that playful smile and he gives it back “Ha, ha Parker funny, the only thing I want from you at this particular time is answers. So let’s make it the bed.”
“Oh the bed how comfy." I know he is uncomfortable now. I wonder what his problem is? We can usually go for hours on these topic.
“Never mind the floor; I will take the floor you sit where you want.” I move to the bed and lay across it while Max sits on the floor against the side of me bed. “No Tester Hester tonight or do you have a date later?”
“No date tonight, besides I made one with this girl whom used to be the nicest girl that I knew.”
“Oh yeah well you know I am still nice. Funny you should mention dates because I made a date with the guy who used to be my best friend until this girl came along and kind of messed it up.”
“You know what I am not going to argue with you. Let’s just get this done.”
“Fine.”
I know I am being an ass but he is not much better. So we are getting ready to start when his phone rings. “Talk to me” Ha, ha he thinks he is such a stud. “I told you that I had a study thing with P” oh now he is calling me P. Hmm Tess? “You know it isn’t even like that….no I will call you when I am done…no I have no idea how long….listen I have got to go…bye.” I hear her say I love you yet he says nothing back to her. “God that girl doesn’t give it up. Ok where were we.” I look down at him. Here we go question one.

“Ok Liz, number one…”
“You know I think you can figure one through five out on your own.” I mean he knows my name, how old are you, where do you live, who is your best friend, do you have a job, what do you do for fun. I mean come on the guy lives with me he is my best friend. “Yeah…ok moving on to 6… What do you want to do when you graduate?” Here is something he and I have not talked about. “I want to go to Harvard and study medicine.” He looks at me utterly confused. “Since when?”
“Since about four weeks ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Well no I was going to but you have been awfully busy.” He was mad I hadn’t told him, he knew about Harvard but my dream as been to study bio since I was 10 and now here I am wanting to study medicine and he was the last one to find out. “Ok what about you?” “Still the same Cambridge and study medicine. Number 7…Who is the most influential person in your life and why?” here we go, I can’t get out of this, I could lie but there is no use. “Well see that has kind of changed, my grandma used to be the one person who inspired me the most, but see then I kind of took a look at my life and realized that the person who has the most influence on my life is my best friend. He is always doing something to influence me and he always takes care of me…or at least he used to” He looks up at me and smiles then rights on his paper. I think that went well. “So how about you, who is the most influential person?”
“Well see it is my dad… he is always pushing me to do the right thing and get it done fast.” I am hurt, I was hoping that this was not one sided, but it seems to be going that way. He looks at me and knows I am hurt but he moves on. “If you were the only person alive and you wanted to see someone again who would it be?”
“My mom” that is an easy one for me; I would see her and study her and get to know her. She is the one person whom I need and don’t have. Diane has been a great mom to me but not my mom. “Ok how about you?”
“I would see my best friend.”
“And the name would be?” he looks at me, I am being dense. “Oh well her name is Elizabeth Parker.”
“That leads to the next question….”
“Nope my turn.”
“Go then.”
“What would you ask them?” I have tears in my eyes as I think about it. “I would ask why she went that weekend, why she changed her mind? Why she didn’t stay with me? Why she left me all alone?” I was crying now and Max was now sitting on my bed. “Lizzy we can stop.” I wipe my face and turn to look at him. “No it is due tomorrow lets keep going…what would you ask?” I am curious to his answer. “I would ask her when our lives got so out of focus that we stopped being with each other, when we stopped noticing each other, when we quit telling each other everything, when we stopped loving.” I am crying again now and wipe the tears before he can see, but I know he isn’t stupid, I know he wonders about us just as much as I wonder. I wonder when he stopped loving me, I have never stopped loving him. Is this what he thinks? Does he think that I don’t love him? “Have you ever been in love?” What a question, who thinks this shit up? I hate this cause I am going to have to lie, I cant very well say yes and get away with not telling him who. Oh well here goes. “Yes.” There it is out I said it. He looks up at me, “What, since when? How come you didn’t tell me, anyone I know?” wow slow down cowboy. “Ok I have been for a while, I am not sure why I didn’t tell you” yeah that is a lie. We all know why I didn’t tell him, “and you know the guy but not really well.” Who am I kidding? “Well so…”
“So what, he doesn’t know and I am not about to tell him.”
“Why not?”
“Because, um I don’t think he feels the same way.”
“Maybe he does and is too afraid to tell you so maybe you need to tell him. Liz he doesn’t have ESP he cant read your mind.” Like I would really want him to. I mean what ever happened to the guy doing all the talking and the asking. “Well what about him, he could say something.”
“Maybe he is just as scared as you are; maybe he thinks you don’t feel the same way. Since when did you start to love this guy, I mean are you friends are you close.” Asking questions like I am going to tell him or he can figure it out. “Max he and I have been friends for a while, we have classes together we see each other all the time, it is just I don’t think it is anything more than friendship for him. I don’t want to put myself out there and end up getting hurt. Ya know?”
“Yeah Liz I know what you mean.”
“Ok Max have you ever been in love?”
“Yes.”
“Ok you get mad cause I don’t tell you but then you don’t tell me? I mean is it because I don’t like her. Cause Max if you love her then I can certainly put aside my stupid ness. You could have told me” He looks at me shocked. “You would do that?”
“Yeah I mean if you really love her, you know the kind of love that lasts forever, than yeah I would.”
“Why?”
“Because Max you and I have been the best of friends for 10 years, I don’t want to throw that away because I don’t like Tess.”
“You called her by her name!”
“Yeah despite what I don’t say, I know her name.”
“You would do all of that for me?” I nod. “Why?”
“Because it is you.” I have tears in my eyes and he wipes the one that has fallen off my cheek. “No worries Liz, I don’t love her.”
“Ok so who is it.” He is so confusing I mean who could he love. I wish it were me, oh how I wish.
“Can’t tell you for the same reason you can’t tell me.” Just then his stupid phone rings. “Talk to me.” I sit and watch him and study him, I know that it is not Tess on the line. Speaking of Tess I can’t believe that I told him I would do all of that, I mean it was true I would do that but I never thought I would tell him that, wow I am getting bold. “Hey Liz can we reconvene this in like 30 minutes, Michael has to come by and pick up a book.”
“Yeah sure, tell him hi.”
“So at 8:15 then?”
“Yeah” I walk out of my room leaving him there. I head to the door next to mine.

Knock, Knock.

“Yeah come in.” I walk in to the neatly kept room which is now covered with clothes. “Hey Iz, what ya doing? Looks like a tornado hit”
“Oh going through my closet, want anything from this mess?”
“Um yeah when you are done I will look through it.” She smiled at me and turned back to the closet. “Hey Iz can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah shoot?” She is trying to listen to me, but she is wildly throwing old clothes out of her closet. “How did you know that you and Alex wanted to be with each other?” This stops her right in mid throw and she turns around. “Ok who is he?”
“What? HE is no one, I was just wondering you know how Michael and Maria knew, how you and Alex knew, how Max and Bambini knew?” That is the newest name we had come up with. We also had ‘The not so great Bambino’ you should see her try to hit a softball; it is obvious that no one played catch with her. “Well I guess you just know.”
“Well I mean you knew, but how did Alex know you knew?”
“Ok Liz not that I am not happy to answer your questions but what is this really about?” I decide that I have to tell her. “Ok Isabel I will tell you but it better not ever leave your mouth.”
“Ok.” I was silent for a minute and I know she is getting pushy “Isabel I like Max.” her mouth drops. “Since when?” Like she hasn’t been able to tell.
“Oh like you haven’t been able to tell?”
“No really I haven’t, since when P” What is it with everyone calling me P? “Since we were sophomores.”
“No joke, why didn’t you ever tell me.” I shrug, I really don’t know why I never told her. “Liz…”
“I know it is never going to happen, listen I am really sorry I bothered you. Thanks Isabel.”
“Liz wait…tell him, I think he needs to know.”
“It won’t change anything, other than our friendship.”
“Maybe, but you wont know unless you try.”
“Night Isabel.”
I turn and head toward the kitchen when I hear Max and Michael talking

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Part 5

“You have to tell her.”
“No I don’t”
“Max she is your best friend you have got to tell her.”
“Why so she can think I am an idiot and stop talking to me? I mean our relationship is already strained, this would make it so much worse.”
“Well your relationship wouldn’t be strained if your girlfriend knew when to shut her mouth, or you knew when to defend her.”
“Yeah I know she gets carried away sometimes.”
“Sometimes? Max are you blind, deaf, dumb, tell me, because she is definitely carried away all of the time. You know Maria and I were in the quad with Liz the other day at lunch, and Tess was with Troy and she said that Liz was in the way of her life with you and she was going to have to put a stop to it.” I remember that, she didn’t know that I was there and she was just running her mouth, but then we all knew that she odes nothing but run her mouth.
“Where was I?”
“I don’t know Max I’m not your keeper, all I am saying is you have to make the choice, you tell Liz, you tell Tess, you leave Liz or leave Tess, and you can’t have it both ways.”
“I just don’t know what to do.”
“Max you want to hear what I think?”
“Yeah”
“If this isn’t forever with Tess, which I am sure it isn’t, let her go, tell her no, tell her you don’t want to see her anymore.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Then you give up forever with Liz, because what you and Liz have goes beyond anything you will ever have with Tess. I think everyone needs a Liz and here you are about to give one up. What is wrong with you Maxwell? You told her tonight you wanted to know when you two stopped loving each other.”
“Yeah and?”
“I don’t think it was her that stopped the loving, I think it was you.”
“What I have loved her.”
“Max you hardly show it, when you do it is sweet but then you turn around and act like an ass. I mean she is there and she gives and gives and she certainly isn’t receiving it back. I mean come on Max you can’t have it both ways. You either tell Liz or you let her go.”
“Yeah well I will have to sleep on it… I got to get back to Liz we have to finish that thingy.”
“What is so hard about it? Do you want this to work with Liz? In 5 years or even in the next 6 months do you want Liz in your life?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know Max you don’t act like it. I mean why do you have to sleep on whether you want your best friend in your life or not. For heaven sakes if you both get into college together you are going to live together. You can’t just go around pretending that you have no feelings about this. ”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Cause I see the way you treat her, let’s just say if I were her I would have kicked your ass to the curb along time ago. She deserves so much better.”
“I know she does, ok! I know it but I don’t know what to do about it? What do I do Michael? How do I keep her?”
“You make a choice, and just pray you make the right one. But you know what Max listen to your heart, isn’t that what all the great people of the world do? Isn’t that what Grandma C told us? Everything you need to know or to say is already in your heart, you just have to say it.”

I run to the kitchen grab my drink and head back down when the door opens. “Hey Liz.” “Hey Michael, get your book?”
“What, ooh yeah I almost left it here, thanks Liz” he gave me hug and headed out. “I will be right there Liz.” I nod to Max and head to my room. What would he have to tell me? Why would I let him go? I want to know!!!!

Deep into my thoughts I guess Max had come in the room and had sat on the floor. “Earth to Liiizzzz.” I snapped out of my thoughts. “Oh when did you walk in?”
“About five minutes ago, you were pretty deep in thought.”
“Oh yeah…anyway lets get back to this question thingy.” He looked at me and I knew he was curious; I didn’t want him to know anything about me, until he told me more about him. “Ok so it was my turn to ask you.” I nod at him and wait for him to proceed. “Ok what is your greatest fear?”
“That I will lose the one person that means everything to me. You?” That is my greatest fear, I can’t lose him he is everything to me and if it happens I would be crushed.
“Liz this is getting really heavy.”
“Answer the question Max.”
“That I will have to make a decision and it will be the wrong one to make and I will lose everything and everyone I care about.” What is that supposed to me, everything and everyone he cares about?
“Next question Max.”
“Liz…”
“Next question Max.” I say it sternly so he will get the point he just nods in agreement. “Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
“I see myself a doctor, living back east, working lots of hours and being a recluse.” “Don’t you think you will get married?”
“Max. I don’t think so…I mean I want to and I would love to have babies and be totally in love with the man of my dreams. I just don’t see it happening. Besides that would entail me opening up to someone new.”
“What is so wrong with that?”
“Ok it is called rejection. Max I am broken; no one wants someone who is broken.”
“Not true.”
“Oh yeah, Max I’m broken do you want me?”
“This isn’t about me.”
“You made it about you Max when you said not true.”
“Liz…”
“Max please let’s just get this done. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
“I see me being a doctor living here in Roswell or maybe back east, depending, and I see me with the love of my life and having three beautiful kids.” That hurt, his dreams are so different from mine. When did we become so different? Actually they aren’t that different, I want that too, but I want it with him. “What do you want me to know about you?”
“I want you to know…” there are tears clouding my vision now and I am openly crying. I know that it is taking everything Max has not to reach out to me. “I want you to know that…that…. I am…” I catch my breath and start again. “I want you to know that no matter what happens I will always love you.” He looks stunned. “Liz… I…I didn’t…” “No, don’t say it; don’t tell me what I don’t want to hear. Max your turn, answer the question.”
“I want you to know that you are my best friend, I have let some stupid girl come between us because I was afraid. You are my best friend Lizzybeth. Nothing will change that, ever.”
“I think something already has.”
“No Liz it hasn’t, we can work this out.” I look up at him as he wipes my tears away. Just then there is a knock on the door. “Yeah come in” I stand up straighten myself out and see Diane. “Sweetie you ok?”
“Oh yeah, perfectly fine Max and I were discussing some heavy topics in school and it kind of got to me.” I look at Max and see him still sitting on the bed, he looks so lost, and he looks like he has just realized what I have known for a while. Tess is the one that has ruined us, she wouldn’t have, but he let her, he let her say things to me, he let her have her way. I am better than that, I deserve better than to have my best friend not stick up for me. Diane hands me an envelope. “What is this?”
“Well it is from Harvard and it came today.” I look at Max and his face lights up. He got his acceptance to Cambridge two weeks ago and sent his reply; we had both prayed that I would get into Harvard. “Open it Lizzybeth.” I wait and look at Diane. “Go get Iz and Phillip.” She goes to get them and I turn to face Max. “This is it Lizzybeth.”
“What if I didn’t get in? You will go without me.” That is one of my fears, I won’t get in and he will go on and I will be left here.
“Not going to happen; besides you applied to Cambridge too.”
“No I didn’t, Harvard is the only place I applied.”
“Liz, what, why did you do that?” I know it was dumb but I put all of my hopes into Harvard. “I know it was dumb but I have my reasons. Max what if I didn’t get in, what am I going to do?” he takes me in his arms and kisses my forehead. This is my Max the one whom loves me with everything he has to offer, the one whom holds me when I cry, and the one who makes sure when I am sick that he is holding my hair. This is the Max that will go and get me tampons when I need them. I can forgive him for everything just so he will hold me. Then his phone rings.

Phillip, Diane and Isabel walk into the room. “Ok well…?” just then we all hear Max. “Listen I am not having this conversation with you. Why? Because Liz is more important…yes she is more important than you and yes she always will be. I will discuss this with you LATER.” Max walks in to the room and looks around. He gives me that famous Max glance that everything is fine. “Well what are we waiting for?” I have the envelope; I am scared to open it, Max reaches out and takes my hand. “I can’t do it.” He looks at me with those amber eyes. “Yes you can.” I take my hand back and open the letter. I open it and begin to cry.

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Part 6

Ok it is official!! I am going to HARVARD!!!!! Phillip had picked me up and swung me around as has Max. Isabel and Diane both hugged me. “Well kids we have had about enough excitement tonight I think we are going to bed.” They kiss all of us and tell me how proud they are and how proud my mom and dad and grandma would be. I know that she is right. Isabel also leaves saying something about her closet and floor. “Lizzybeth I am so excited for you!!” he has hugged me twice now. “So listen I wanted to talk to you.” “Yeah I want to talk to you too, but I need to fix some things with Tess. Are you still going to be up when I get home?” Knowing I am disappointed he picks my chin up with his hand. “Listen you and me and the ice-cream tub at 11:00 here.” I smile at him. “Yeah besides I have some work to do.” He walks out of my door and head to my computer. I am going to finish this essay.

Who inspires me the most? I’m sure that most people will say Mr. Croughan the local English teacher, George Bush the President, Shaquelle O’Neil, Martin Luther King. While all of these men are important and have inspired us all, my best friend is the one person who has inspired me the most.

When I was seven my parents were killed in a car accident, horrible I know. Well they were on their way home from a conference when a truck crossed the median and killed them. Being that I had no other family other than in Florida my parents decided to leave me to their best friends Phillip and Diane Evans. Now Phillip and Diane have taken care of me for 10 years now, I am a part of their family in every way. They have given me clothes, food, a room and a bed, but they gave me something even greater. They gave me my best friend, their only son Maxwell Phillip Evans.

Well Max and I haven’t always gotten along; you see I used to hate him. He would torture me and pull my hair. I even have a scar on my forehead from where he decided that it would be a cool thing to push me into the bar. He made my life miserable. When I was seven my parents died, this is when my perspective of Max changed. After the news that my parents had died, my grandmother flew straight in from Germany. My grandmother was an archeologist on some major dig and she flew in. She talked with Phillip and Diane and decided along with my single yet psycho aunt, that staying in Roswell was the best thing for me. So after they left I was alone. Max’s house was not foreign to me, I had stayed over many times but this time it had become my house, and I was scared. So I had been crying for a good hour when my door creaked open. There was Max standing there staring at me. “If you have come to make me miserable, too late I’m already there, so go away.” He walked in my room and climbed onto my bed. I was crying quite hard and he pulled me into a hug. “Don’t worry Lizzybeth I will take care of you, you can be ok now.” I felt safe, as safe as a seven year old can feel. From that moment on he has been my rock.

A few months after Max coming into my room and sleeping with me so I wouldn’t cry, Diane found us. She was scared that I was not ok, but she knew that Max was going to take care of me. She told me that not to long ago, she knew that by seeing us then she knew that we would always be friends and he would never let me hurt. Boy I wish she could have been right. My life would have been so much easier. But life is not a fairy tale and things don’t always turn out happily ever after.

Well as time went on Max and I became inseparable. We did everything together, we went fishing, he taught me how to tie my line and hook my worms he even taught me how to clean my fish. We played sports, of course he taught me all of that too, how to shoot a three pointer from the line and how to do a lay up, how to hit the baseball over the left field wall, and how to pin a guy in wrestling. He taught me the importance of having friends, maybe not keeping them, but having them. He was blessed with the ability to make friends. It comes natural to him, the guys love him and the women swoon. That is how it is always been. He hasn’t really been blessed with the gift of keeping friends. In fact he is really bad at it. Really the only friends he has managed to keep are Maria, Alex, Michael and of course his sister and me. I don’t think that it is his fault. He told me once that he was afraid to let people in. They would leave him and he would be broken hearted. I am the same way. Only I didn’t get that from him. I got that from my parents dying and my grandma leaving me here.

I remember a lot of times where Max has been the shoulder that I have cried on, the arms that encircled me to keep me safe. He had been the one person to pick me up when I couldn’t pick myself up. I guess this really isn’t why he inspires me, but it will help you to understand why he inspires me.

Really recently I thought about switching to my grandma and writing this about her. I thought that would be a good thing. My grandma inspired me to be the person that I wanted and taught me to follow my heart. If I said she was the first to teach me that I will have lied. She wasn’t, Max was. I remember when I was 10 my grandma came and took me for the summer to Europe. I was so excited and wanted to go more than anything. Before we left Max gave me a bear and told me that if I missed him to hold my bear and he would be there. I told him that I would miss him and would hold the bear. Little did he know that I held that bear everywhere that I went. I didn’t have the best time of my life. I wasn’t able to share it with Max. I took a lot of pictures and wrote a ton of letter. All of which I think got there about a week before I got home. That bear, I named him Max, I slept with him, I took him everywhere. My aunt thought I was being ridiculous, but my grandma told her that Max was my home. I didn’t know it then, but now I know how true it was. I got home and my bear was the most worn thing Diane had ever seen. I refused to let go of it even with Max there with me. Diane finally pried it from my fingers and took it to a toy store and had it redone. I mean this bear was in bad shape. But I finally had Max back. I think my grandma said it was the first time in two months I didn’t cry myself to sleep.

My grandma passed away when I was fifteen. It was the second hardest day of my life. Here was a woman that gave me life, because she gave life to my dad. Here was a woman who was the only family member other then my Aunt that I had left. I was devastated. I thought that God was punishing me for some act I had committed in a previous life. I don’t believe in reincarnation but that was the only way to put it.

While the Evans’s tried their best to accommodate my crazy aunt and me, Max was sitting with me holding my hand telling me that no matter what happened that I was loved and that he and the rest of his family were my family. They would take care of me. Well my crazy aunt decided that since her mother, father and brother were gone I was the only Parker she had left. She decided that since the will had granted her custody she was going to exercise her right to me. No matter how much I fought and the Evans’s fought in the end the judge granted her custody of me and I left for Florida. The night before I left my aunt let me stay with the Evans’s. After dinner and a movie and hugs and tears Max and I were left to say our goodbye. He was so brave, he held my hand and told me that we would call and email and he would come visit me and I could come and stay with them every summer. He gave me back the bear and told me it still meant the same thing it had five years ago. That night I cried myself to sleep with Max at my side for the last time.

I moved and of course I was miserable, I stopped eating, I stopped sleeping because Max was all I dreamt about and my aunt hated me. I hated her too, so she did the only logical thing that came to her mind, she called Diane. Diane and Phillip drove out to get me along with all of my stuff and there I was back at home. My home, the home that had gone on but ceased to be alive.

Max and I were so happy, he later told me that it had killed him to let me go and his mom had promised him that with spring break three weeks away he could go to Florida and when my spring break came I could come to Roswell. Let’s just say I moved back his spring break. Max taught me that I was loved, that it did not matter that I had no blood relatives anymore. I had my family, the family that had taken me in and made me a part of it. I was loved for who I was and that I was strong.

As time went on we started to date people and let me just say that he never thought anyone was good enough for me and vise versa. No one was ever good enough for MY Max. But he once again stood his ground and tried to make me like the girls he dated. He tried to make me be nice to them or not come up with nick names for them. It never works but it made me want to be nice, if only for his sake. He made me want to be nice to them even if it was only to their face. I really tried for some of the girls. See Max is kind of a stud, I mean he is a little hottie as the teenage girls would say. So he had a different girlfriend every month. This didn’t not bother me because I knew he would break up with them. Recently he started dating one girl and they have been together for six months. This is a long time by his and my standards. So this has pushed our friendship to the back of the priority list. In fact it has pushed our friendship to non existence other than for the tradition we refuse to break.

We have these traditions of lunch together every Tuesday, always going to the Crashdown together when we work. I mean little things that have so much meaning. I am not sure how much they have, meant to him, but to me they are my life. These are what I live for. We even have a secret place, one that is only for the two of us.

Well with our relationship strained we have quit seeing what is in front of us and we only see what we want to see. I quit seeing that I was straining our relationship by being rude to Tess and Max was straining it by being with Tess and letting her destroy me. I realized that we no longer had the connection that we had with each other. When did it start to fade? When did we stop caring? He asked me that tonight and I thought about it. I don’t think we stopped caring, I think we just got too wrapped up in other things.

So now that I have told you all about why Max Evans means so much to me, I should probably tell you why he inspires me. Max Evans inspires me to be the person that he knows I can be. He once told me he knew that I was smart, kind, caring and above all the most selfless person he knew. I think he put me up on a pedestal. He makes me want to be that person. Not only for him but for myself, I want to be that kind of person. I want to make myself that way. He always tells me he knows the real me, I never thought he did, but he does. He pushes me to become that person and to be the person he knows that I can be. Max is one of the gentlest people I know, he has a need to help people and make sure they are ok. Max is a healer, he can fix your problems, he just hasn’t learned to fix his problems, he inspires me to do that. I want to fix his problems; I want to do for him what he has done so many times for me. I decided about four weeks ago I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to give the healing and the love that was given to me. I don’t want to be any doctor; I want to be a doctor that fixes your heart, not your disease or your headache or your broken arm. I want to fix the broken heart. Max has inspired me to do that. Max inspires me to be all that I am and to achieve all that I want to be.

Martin Luther King Jr. inspires people to stick up for what they believe in, Shaquelle O’Neil inspires people to go for their dreams. George Washington inspires people to go into politics. Well as much as those men inspire me, only one has inspired me to go for my dreams, to be all that I can be, and to love and stick up for what I want. He also gives me the courage to do things I never thought I could do. These qualities are typical of what people want in a soul mate. Well Max Evans is my soul mate, I may not be his but he is mine. I will forever compare every man that I meet to him; no one will ever be good enough. He is my everything. I will thank him and always be grateful for the lessons he has taught me and the love he has shown me.


I have finished my essay and it is not 10 pages. It will be the first time in my life that I didn’t make the requirement. There is a chance that I could loose my status as Valedictorian, Max would get it and that is ok, because writing more would taint this. I look at the clock 11:45. Geez what am I thinking, I should have written that he also knows how to disappoint. This isn’t the first time he has forgotten me, I mean he never forgot me before it has just been since he started dating Tess. Speaking of the Queen of Fake, I wonder if they made up. What will I have to suffer through? I think all about what Michael said, it is the truth, I can’t keep doing this, I deserve better.
I turn my computer off and change to my pj’s and climb into bed. I turn off the light and lay there thinking about everything I have just written. I know that I promised him he could read it, but then he will know everything and I am not ready for that.

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This part is from Max's point of view!

Chapter 7

Max POV

Well I guess that Liz has been talking to you and now she is asleep so I am going to take over for a few minutes. I mean you see everything through her beautiful chocolate eyes and now that they are resting I am here to tell you a little bit about my side.

I know I have been a jerk and I don’t really deserve to have a side, but I hope that you hear me out. I met Liz when I was 5; I was adopted by her parent’s best friends, the Evans’s, I kind of hated her so I tormented her. She used to hate me too, I gave her stitches and I made her have nightmares and put glue in her hair, I know not very nice. But then everything changed. Her parents died and she was to live with us, at first I was not excited but then it changed. She was crying because she didn’t want to be in the house. I knew how she felt I had felt the same way about two years before. So I went into her room lay down and held her. It isn’t like I knew at the time what I was doing it just felt natural. Since then we have had a bond that has lasted through a lot of carp.

Recently well not really recently, I have liked Liz since we were in 7th grade. I saw her one day in a new light, not a best friend sort of way, but in the kind that makes your knees go weak and your stomach do cartwheels. It has been so hard to be around her and not want to take her in my arms and kiss her. I know it is crazy, but I can’t help it, she is like a drug. Her smell, I can always tell when she is near, she smells of strawberries and vanilla. I know everything about her and love her all the same. She asked me tonight about being able to love her when she was broken. I wouldn’t have it any other way. She is the one person who has gone to hell and back and still managed to be beautiful and loving and perfect.

So I decided that I wanted to write my paper about her too. I had thought about it and thought about it and that is my conclusion, she has to know how I feel, I’m just not too sure how to go about it. I mean we have been friends so long how do you just tell her. Besides she has fallen for some guy, but she doesn’t even know if he feels that same way.

Moving on she got into HARVARD, her dream since she was 10, although I never knew that she wanted to go into medicine, since when? I mean one day it is molecular bio and the next it is to study medicine. Why didn’t she tell me? Wait I know that answer, it is because I haven’t really cared. I mean I cared I just didn’t act like I did. I put myself into this relationship with a girl that I really can’t stand. Well I can’t stand her anymore I used to be able to look and talk to her for hours and then one day we just ran out of things to talk about it. She isn’t the nicest to Liz and Liz just lets her tell her shit. I hate it when she does it, but then of course I have to pick sides and I don’t always pick the right side. Either way I pick and one of them gets upset. That is what my life has been the last six months, picking between my girlfriend and the one girl that means the world to me. She is the one girl that is my true north, that no matter where I am I can follow her and I will be at home, my home. I shouldn’t have to choose, damn Tess for making me choose, damn Liz for making me choose. I know it isn’t Liz’s fault, more like Tess’s but I can’t admit that.

Tonight I broke up with Tess, I took Michaels advice and I chose what my heart wanted. My heart wants Liz, it always has. My feelings for Tess were never even close to my feelings for Liz, but my feelings for Tess let me hide behind the power of the feelings I had for Liz, it kept the truth from being out. The truth probably would have been better than sending my best friend into thinking that I didn’t care and in turn making her not care. God I am stupid. Ok so back to Tess, I told her that we were done and she didn’t quite get it. She was upset though. She told me that I just needed to get over Liz and just because she was jealous she was trying to break us up and I was letting her. I told Tess that she was the one who was jealous and that she needed to get over it. She got mad and pretty much told me to go to hell and then she cried. I think all in all it took over 3 hours to have conversation with her.

I came home and of course it is midnight and Liz is asleep. She has always been the kind to hit the pillow and be gone. I think about the fact that I am an hour late and I have disappointed her. I don’t think she can take too much more of this. So I am here to tell her how I feel. I want her to know, although she is asleep I will tell her and then when she wakes up I am going to have to put up a façade because my heart can stand it. I don’t have Tess in the way to protect me from taking her in my arms and loving her. Of course you see it as being a coward. Well so do I, I just don’t know how to do this and keep everyone’s sanity. I open her door and see her asleep on her bed, how much she looks like an angel. I have spent so many nights watching her sleep. My dad once told me that he knew he loved my mom while he watched her sleep. I thought about that and it was true, I had loved Liz while she slept. She has a book on her chest and I take it off. I put the queen of hearts marker on the page and put the book on the floor. I pull the covers down and take out her hand. It is small of course and I could fit two of her hand in mine. I stare at her face and then it all comes out of my mouth.

“Lizzybeth you are sleeping and once again I have disappointed you. I can’t believe how many times I succeed in that every day, you think I can’t see it in your eyes but I do. I know when I hurt you, when I make you mad; I know all that about you. I know that you hate peanut butter when you are on your period and I know that you refuse to drink soda at that time too. I know that when you are at work you hate serving the jocks and you always think Sean is pathetic when he writes in mustard on his burger. I know that you smell like Strawberries and vanilla after 7 hours of being out of the shower. I know that you love to read and you love only vanilla ice cream. I know that you bite your bottom lip when you are nervous and you clench your teeth when you are mad. I think I know you better than I know me. That is how it is supposed to be when you are in love. I thought that I wanted that with Tess. I was wrong; Tess wasn’t the one I wanted to know that about. It was you. When you told me you were writing about me I was in shock, how had I inspired you, you are the one that inspires me everyday to be better. You know Michael told me to tell you what I felt for you or I would loose you. I’m not ready to tell you to your face Liz, I am just not ready, so I have to tell you in your sleep. You can’t even hear this, but I hope that you know in your heart that I love you more than anything and it is true, you are so important to me and I love you. I know that after today things are going to be kind of rough. I am going to make them that way, but this doesn’t mean that I won’t think about you everyday, or wish that you were in my arms; it won’t mean that I won’t be totally in love with you. I know that I will probably end up making you hate me. This is just something I have to do. I love you Lizzybeth, always and forever.” I kiss her lips and leave her to sleep. “Sweet dreams Lizzybeth, you deserve them.” I go to go out the door and I hear her whimper. “NO MAX DON’T LEAVE ME” This of course scares the shit out of me and I run to her side. I take her in my arms. “Shhh, Shhh I’m here I’m not leaving you.”
“Stay with me.” It is a simple request and I take my shoes off and climb into the bed. I pull her close and kiss her forehead. “I’m not leaving, go back to sleep.” That is a lie cause in the mornirng I will be gone.

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Part 8

Liz POV

I stir in my bed and realize that there is someone next to me. I know who this someone is I can smell him. I turn around and look at him, God he is beautiful. This is how my dream was; I dreamed he was telling me that he loved me. Then of course the happily ever after stuff happened. I am such a dreamer!

He begins to stir and opens his eyes. He looks confused and disoriented. “Oh this must be a dream.” I look at him. “No dream you are really here.” Why Max Evans would be dreaming of me, let alone waking up next to me is beyond me. He suddenly jumps up and out of the bed stumbling into my closet door. “Max, are you ok?” He searches around the room and bolts out the door and I hear his bedroom door slam. Ok now that was a great way to start the morning. I get up and head for his room when he runs out and straight into the bathroom. I knock on the door. “Max are you ok?” there is no answer. I hear the water begin to run and I head down stairs to get some juice.

As I come back up I see the bathroom door open. “Max?” he ignores me and walks to his room. “Max?” he just continues in and shuts the door. I walk up to the door and I am about to knock when it flies open. “Listen to me; I am only going to say this once. Leave me alone.” Ok I’m confused what is his problem? I mean he was the one in my bed this morning not the other way around. “What is your problem?”
“You, you are my problem so leave me alone.” He slams the door in my face and I turn around to face Isabel. “I don’t know what I did?” I just look at her and she tells me to go and get ready.

When I am finally ready I go back down stairs and am greeted by Diane with a bagel in hand. “Good Morning Liz.”
“Morning” I mumble back. I have lost my appetite, normally this bagel would be welcome but today it just isn’t wanted. But of course I take it. “Ok guess everyone is in a sour mood this morning.” She states the obvious and I turn to look at the table. Isabel and Max are in heated stare and obviously about to have words. “Ok guys I am headed to school, Isabel you joining me?” she turns and looks at me, I have broken the tension. “Yeah let me get my bag.” She runs off and I turn to Max. “You coming or taking the Jeep, because we can swing by and pick Tess up.” Hey I am being nice; I am offering to pick his girlfriend up. “The jeep, I’m not picking Tess up this morning.” Then Diane intercedes. “Oh why not she didn’t need a ride this morning?” He looks at me and only at me. “No, Tess and I broke up last night.” He is looking at me like this is my fault. “I’m so sorry.” I tell him. I’m really not sorry but hey it sounded good. I am trying to be nice. “No you aren’t.” I look at him puzzled and he leaves the table and Diane is just staring at me. “Hormones, you kids are always bickering and then the next day you are friends again, it amazes me.” I look at her and smile. Somehow I don’t think she is right.

When we get to school there is a large group of people around Tess. I assume she is telling her story about her break up with Max, of course she has to make it public, and people have to see her in distress. I walk right past them and up to my locker. All I hear her saying is how it is my fault. With that cow everything is always my fault, why doesn’t she take some of the blame? The Magnificent 4 come running up to me. “Did you hear Tess broke up with Max?” Maria asks. “I have a feeling it is the other way around Maria.” I hear Michael tell her and my thoughts are taken back to their conversation last night. Then it hits me. He was talking abut breaking up with Tess. It all makes sense now. Michael knows way more than he lets on. I turn to look at them “Well you know apparently it is all my fault!” they all look at me. “Whatever Liz she is just a bitch.” I smile at Alex for that comment. “Somehow I don’t think she is the only one blaming me for it.” I turn around and Max is coming down the hall way. “I’m sure he doesn’t blame you Liz I think he just doesn’t know what to do.” Isabel is trying to be reassuring but it is not working. “Somehow I don’t think so,” I take my books out of my locker and tell them bye; I am already late for History.

When I get to class of course Pam is there talking about the break up. “OMG Liz did you know that Max and Tess are done with?” I look at her annoyed. “So I heard.”
“You mean Mr. Brood didn’t tell you? I thought he dished all his dirty secrets to you?” This girl sure knows how to make people mad. “No, Max didn’t tell me until this morning and even then it wasn’t a topic open for conversation.” Because I obviously know when to keep my mouth shut! Ok that is a lie but I don’t have a motor mouth like Toy Troy. “Well you hear what they are saying don’t you?” Thoroughly annoyed I turn to her and proceed to tell “No and I don’t really care.”
“Oh well if people were blaming me for them breaking up I would want to know.” UGGGH, she just doesn’t get it. “You know people can say what they want, because I know the truth.” I turn around and take out my survey, of course I look over it and then hand it in. “Yeah well if I had broken my best friend and his girlfriend up I would deny it too.” Whatever you bitch. I am really anxiously awaiting for the bell to ring.

So I skipped calculus and hung out in the tutoring center trying to get my stuff together for school. I am looking over my catalog from Harvard and look at where they put my housing. I am going to live in the dorm/apartment building with two girls. That is when it hits me, he was talking about living with me, and he wanted to live with me. Wait Cambridge isn’t anywhere near the vicinity of Harvard. What was he talking about getting into the same college? There is only one person to go to for this. MICHAEL

I catch Michael in the hall and catch up to him. “Hey Liz what’s up?”
“Can I talk to you?” he looks at me questioningly. “Sure, when?”
“After bio, we both have lunch 4th period.”
“Ok I am assuming I have to miss lunch for this?” I shake me head “Alright where?”
“The Eraser room and don’t be late.”
“Ok” That went well. He leaves and I head to biology making it in the room before Max.

I am sitting there with my lab book open studying the chapter when he comes in. “Hi” I say hoping to get a response. Nothing comes out of his mouth. I look at him and he gives me the Max death glare that says ‘shut it now I don’t want to talk to you.’ He has only ever given me that glance once when I started dating Kyle and let him hear about it from Paulie. “What crawled up your butt.” I am sarcastic of course and I am sure that this has pissed him off. “You, now if you don’t mind keeping your mouth shut the rest of the period I would appreciate it.” My mouth drops. He has never ever spoken to me like that, not even when we hated each other. I can feel the tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly get rid of them. I turn around and put my head in my book and wait for bio to end. By the time the bell rings I fly out of the lab and into the eraser room.

Michael has finally decided to grace me with his presence and in his hand he has a hamburger. I look at him and he immediately gets defensive. “What? The stomach was talking and I can’t very well listen to you and him at the same time.” I laugh and sit on the ledge. “Can I ask you a question?” it is a simple question, or at least I think so. “Shoot.”
“Ok you didn’t come to get a book last night did you?” he looks down at the hamburger and tosses it in the trash. “Suddenly I am not so hungry.” I see how it is. “I see, why did you come over?”
“To talk to Max.”
“About?”
“School.” Ok he might be telling the truth but since when does Michael talk about school? “School? What about it?” He turns to the wall with his hand on his chin. “What if I told you that I couldn’t tell you, would it satisfy you?” I shake my head. “I thought so.” He seems nervous. “Ok, you have to promise this stays with us.”
“Ok I promise.”
“I got accepted to Boston U.” I want to scream for him. “Oh My God that is so great Michael, I wont be alone. I mean not that I don’t care about being alone, but I am so happy for you.” He looks at me. “Ok that came out so wrong. I am really happy for you, but that wasn’t the only reason you came over last night” He knows that I know something. “I heard you two talking and you said something to him about living with me. Michael Cambridge is a little far from Harvard.”
“I know nothing.”
“Yeah right, come on tell me what is going on.”
“Look Liz I think that he needs to talk to you.” I throw my hands in the air. “Obviously that isn’t going to happen, he won’t speak to me and when he does he is a complete ass.”
“I know, but Liz it isn’t my story to tell.” It dawns on me. “He turned down Cambridge didn’t he, why? Did he take his acceptance at Harvard?” Michael looks at the ground. "He wanted to get an apartment with me when he accepted at Harvard?" he looks at me again tell me that i have jsut guessed everything. “I said nothing and when this all comes out you won’t mention my name”
“I won’t.” I go to grab my bag. “Hey Liz, let him come to you, let him tell you.” I nod to him “Hey thanks Michael.” I grab my bag and walk out of the eraser room. SMACK!

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Thank you to you all for the feedback and thank you to extingman
you gave me some good quotes that i hope you dont mind that i used.

Part 9

Right now I am lying on the floor and have all my stuff around me and I don’t even have to look up to know who is there, I know who it is, I can smell him. I feel his arms embrace me and pick me up off of the floor. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention” I look up and see him standing there looking at me “Yeah neither was I, but maybe next time you should pay attention.”
“Well Thank….What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well I mean obviously whatever or whoever you were doing in the eraser room had your mind somewhere else.” Ok did he just imply that I was a whore? Or am I getting this wrong. “First of all WHATEVER I was doing is none of your business.” I am mad now and I am sure he can tell. “You are right why would I care if you act like a slut or if you give it to random guys.”
“Screw you Max.”
“No Thanks.” Ok that is it I walk up to him and slap him across the face. “You ever talk to me like that again and I will start taking off body parts. IMPORTANT ONES.” I walk away and leave him standing there. I got out of school and headed straight out to our special spot. I needed to think.

This is the spot that we found one time on a camping trip, it is where we come to tell each other life changing things or we just want to be around each other. I don’t think we have been out here in 6 months though. When I get there Max is sitting on the log. He turned around “What are you doing here?” there is such hate in his voice. It makes me cringe. “Ummm, nothing I am sorry I will just go.”
“Why? You have as much right to be here as I do.”
“Yeah well us being together in the same place hasn’t been too good for us lately.” I turn around and walk away. “You just don’t get it.” That stops me. “I just don’t get what? What don’t I get Max?”
“That I can’t be around you.”
“Why, When did you start to hate me Max? I mean last night you and I seemed to be ok when you left for Tess’s and then this morning I wake up and you are in MY bed and acting like I am a leper. I don’t know what is wrong with me? What did Tess say to you? What happened, did it have something to do with me.” I have butterflies in my stomach, this waiting for him to talk is nerve racking. “Hello Max talk to me!”
“I can’t be around you because I like you.” WHAT? Did he just tell me he liked me? “What?” “I said I liked you.” Now it is my turn to be quiet. “Say something Liz.”
“What do you want me to say?” He looks up at me and sees the tears in my eyes, this is the moment that I have been waiting for, for all of my life and it isn’t even how I pictured it. “Say anything, say you feel the same way, say that you love me like I love you.” The tears are streaming down my cheeks. “Why the façade?”
“I was afraid of what you would say to me and do to me, I was afraid to put my heart out there, you said you were in love with this guy and I was afraid that it wasn’t me. I wanted it to be me so bad and I couldn’t stand the thought that it wasn’t me. So last night I went into your room and told you that I loved you and that I was afraid and then you told me not to leave and so I stayed. Then when I woke up this morning those feelings that I felt were there.”
“What feelings.”
“The feeling that I want to wake up like that with you forever.” Oh my gosh, this would have been my dream except this little part about him being an ASS! “Say something Liz.”
“You said all of those horrible things because you had feelings for me? Is that what you are telling me?”
“Yeah...No…I don’t know!”
“Well KNOW Max, you don’t get to treat me like trash, the trash you just scraped off the bottom of your shoe and you expect me to tell you oh I love you too”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it is truth Max, you treated me like trash; you were acting like an ass all day. Things don’t work this way.”
“For who, it doesn’t work this way for you?”
“No”
“Why Not Liz why doesn’t it work for you?”
“Because it doesn’t”
“Oh that is all you have to say…it doesn’t. Well why not Liz, why not?”
“BECAUASE I DESERVE BETTER!” Oh gosh he infuriates me. He turns to look at me. “Yeah whatever.” He turns away and I grab his arm and swing him around. “No Max I deserve better, I deserve better than to have you act like I am the reason you broke up with Tess, I deserve better than to be treated like trash.” I am right and he knows it. I just wish that I wasn’t “You know Max you wanted to know ‘when our lives got so out of focus that we stopped being each other, when we stopped noticing each other, when we quit telling each other everything, when we stopped loving’ You know when that was Max? When you let that BITCH control what you did? That is when it happened. It was when you let her talk to me like I was nothing to you, when you refused to stick up for me. In all the times she said something I can remember one time when you stuck up for me Max, ONE. Do you have any idea what that is like? DO YOU? You don’t even care. how can you sit there and tell me that we are friends and that you love m. Last time I checked Max calling a girl a slut didn’t mean you liked the girl” he stares at me now and you can tell I have put him into deep thought. “Why did you turn down Cambridge?”
“How did you know?”
“I overheard you talking to Michael, Why did you turn it down?”
“Cause the though of being that far away from you got to me.”
“So you are going to Harvard?”
“Yeah I am.”
“You were hoping to move in with me?” He looks at me knowing that I know way to much. “Yeah I did, I hope that you will still want to.” He is kidding right, he really cant thing this. “No Max I don’t”
“Why?”
“Cause max, I’m not built that way, I can’t let the man whom had been my best friend for 10 years treat me like this, and then turn around and pretend it is ok and want to live with me and expect me to want to live with him.”
“Are we still friends?”
“No I don’t think we are, maybe some day, but not this day.” I go up to him and hug him. He hugs me back and it is like neither one of us wants to let go. I stand there for a minute and then I back away. “Bye Max” He knows that the saying means more than just I will see you later.

When I got into town I went straight to my shift at the Crash. It passed with no major events other than Tess coming in and trying to rub it in my face. I ignored her and finished my shift in piece.

I got home and started on my homework, I know that at least one person is going to ask me for it and it has to get done. You know I wonder what they are all going to do when we all go away to different schools. I mean they will have to fend for themselves, now there is something funny, Michael and Maria doing their own homework; it makes me want to laugh!

I try to keep my mind from wandering to Max but I cant help it. Diane asked me if I I knew what was wrong with him. She said that he came home from school and went straight to bed. Of course I know what is wrong with him. I stomped on his heart. I told him horrible things and I feel terrible for doing it but I didn’t exactly deserve those hurtful things to be said to me. I told her that the whole break up was a little much and that he probably didn’t feel good. I had a feeling that Max and I wouldn’t be seeing very much of each other of the next couple of weeks.

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Part 10


Isabel’s POV


Ok so now that you have had Liz’s view and Max’s here is mine. I hope that this straightens some things out for you. I will tell you things that both Max and Liz won’t tell you.

Well first off yes I am Isabel Amanda Evans and as you have heard I was adopted by Philip and Diane. Max and I were adopted when we were five; we are not twins despite what people say I am actually ten months older than Max. We were born into the Jones family and my name was not Isabel it was Sophie and Max’s name was Bailey. See we remember all of this. We remember the night that our parents left us out in the desert, they has packed up our stuff in boxes and took all of our clothes and took us out there and left us. What kinds of people do that? What kinds of parents leave their children in the desert without clothes? I took it really hard I didn’t understand I thought that mom loved me but she didn’t. It was really hard to know that, but the minute I stepped foot in the Evans’s house and Diane took me in her arms I was her daughter and she was my mother. I may not have grown in her womb but I grew in her heart and that was all that mattered.

Max on the other hand couldn’t trust anyone. Max didn’t want to be in the house, he didn’t want to be there he wanted to be at the other house, the Jones’s house. He cried for weeks and Mom got worried and Dad got upset so they gave him this bear, he named the bear Liz. He doesn’t know that I know that, but he met Liz and he swears that he hated her but why do you name an animal after something you hate. Max loved that bear and he held it every time that he was upset. Anyway, Max has this problem, he cant trust people, at all. The only people he truly trusts are me, our parents, Liz and the super three.

Ok in case you haven’t noticed we have come up with some crazy names, ok if Max and Liz are together they are the Dynamic Duo, if the three of us are together we are the Evans tripod, where that came from I don’t know, if Michael, Maria and Alex are together they are the Super three, if them plus me are together it is the Magnificent 4 and if all of us are together we are the….you know what I don’t know what we are we have never had a name for all of us. Hmmm major thinking there.

Ok back to the story, so Max has issues with trusting people. He thinks that in the end all people are going to hurt him. So of course after two or three months all of the girlfriends are gone. He has never kept one other than Tess around for more than three months. Tess was the exception. I have no idea why he kept her around, she runs in the circle that I run in and let me tell you half of us cant stand her so I don’t know how Max could. So why he kept her beyond his three month things is beyond me. But he did and he ruined his relation ship with Liz.

Well let me tell you all about Tess because I am sure that Liz was not about to tell you. Tess Harding, she is almost more popular than I am. Sad because most people cant stand her but she comes from money, and I mean a lot of money. Her dad Edward Harding is a consultant for the army and he is a broker of some sort or some crap like that. Anyway the girl is rolling in dough. And no mother, her mom died in child birth and I guess if I had ended up being raised by Lynn Harding I would have ended up like Tess too. Queen Bitch, she is terrible, my mother and she do not get along, in fact she told my mother that if she were in the position that my parents were in she would have put Liz up for adoption and sold the crashdown and invested all of Liz’s assets. My mother had no use for her after that. My mother says anyone who would do that to their best friends daughter is seriously disturbed. Well Tess has always liked Max and she has always been jealous of Max and Liz’s relationship and she made Liz’s life a living hell and Max did nothing.

Now the reason that I think that Max did nothing was because I am sure that Max likes Liz. Now that should mean that he should have done something. I would have to agree with you, he should have stuck up for her. The only time he ever stuck up for her was when it came to Tess talking about Liz getting laid, for some reason that is a touchy subject with Max. Max let Tess talk to Liz like she wanted to and Liz never said anything. I am not too sure why any of this happened, I am just thinking that Max was afraid of getting hurt and by hiding behind Tess it was insuring that as long as he kept Tess happy. At least I think!

Moving on to Lizzy, Oh beautiful Liz, she is wonderful. She was the first friend that I made after I was adopted. She was so awesome, she never judged she just took me into her room and she and I played dolls. She of course claims that she hated Max but I doubt that it was true. When we were five we were the best of friends we had sleepovers and we ate at each others houses. Well when we were 7 her parents died. You know that already, they had gone to a restaurant expansion convention in California, they were planning on expanding and they were going to move there. Well she was staying with us and that night we made a wish that something would happen so that they didn’t move. Later that night the doorbell rang and the police men came and told us that they had died. I blamed my self, worst of all Liz did to, she never blamed me but she blamed herself and she hasn’t stopped. She then came to live with us and I was super happy and I love Liz a lot she is the best sister anyone could have. She just isn’t one to let people in, just like Max. They only let each other in. She doesn’t like to get hurt and by not letting people in she doesn’t have to face getting hurt again. If Max hurts her, which he is doing, I doubt she will ever let anyone in.

Now I am not here to tell you who is right or wrong. I think they are both wrong and in a way they are both right but I do know that they both love each other and they need each other. I just hope they can work through this, so of course Michael and I are sticking our noses in it.

Michael and I walk up to the door and knock. We had made sure that Liz was at work first and then made our attempt. “Yeah, come in.” We walk in and there he is in a pair of sweat pants and a raged old tee shirt and looks like crap. “Hey guys what can I do you out of?” I laugh what a time to crack jokes! “Hey Max, How are you?” ok we can cut the crap we all know that he sucks and that Liz sucks. “Fine.” Then Michael talks “Good that is good.” We are all standing there looking like a bunch of uncomfortable morons and I almost say something when Max beats me to it. “Is there something you guys are here for or are we going to stand around and make stupid small talk?”
“Ok Maxwell Iz and I are here for a reason.”
“Ok and that reason would be” I move in “Ok we are worried about you and Liz.”
“What about me and Liz there is no me and Liz.” OUCH, that stung and I am not even Liz. “Max how can you say that, you love her and she loves you.”
“Oh yeah she showed that real well.” Oh you idiot! “Well you know Maxwell you didn’t exactly show her the cliché way either, I mean last time I checked you did tell the girl that you liked that you thought she was a whore.” Did Michael just say that? “How did you know about that?”
“Oh come on Max everyone knows about it, plus I was the one in the eraser room with Liz.” He looked at Michael with questioning eyes and Michael proceeded to tell him the story. “I told Liz about me getting into Boston University. I was the one that told her you turned down Cambridge I TOLD HER. It was obvious that you were not going to. Then I let her walk out of that room thinking it was safe and then when she walked out and right into you and I was about to walk out and I heard you say those horrible things Max, how could you? What were you thinking? Do you do it on purpose, I mean you say that you love her but frankly Max none of us see it. Max you treat her like trash. You let Tess say things about her, call her names degrade her and you wonder why she isn’t running into your arms kissing you and telling you that she loves you. Reverse the situation Max. Step into Liz’s shoes, if this were the other way around would you be so quick to walk into her arms?” Max sat there on the bed stunned. He never thought that Michael would have revealed so much to him. “Max I don’t mean to be a jerk but someone has to wake you up. You are going to loose her, I mean she is already gone, it has already been three weeks and you two avoid each other like the plague. How long can you two keep it up?”
“I don’t know, I want her so bad, I screwed things up so bad, you know I didn’t even say that I was sorry.” I look at him and I tell him. “Then maybe that is where you should start. Sorry works for most people Max, maybe it will work for you.” I hope that it will work for them. “Max, Liz loves you just as much as you love her, the only problem with your love is it doesn’t look very genuine…at all, you need to show her that it is. Come on Michael lets go.” I turn to walk out the door and Michael is still standing there. “Max I told you earlier to follow your heart and I don’t think that you did that, at all, so here I am telling you to do it again, follow your heart and do it right this time and don’t mess it up, she loves you, but she doesn’t want to get hurt.” We leave him there with his thoughts and head back to the kitchen when we hear heart wrenching sobs coming from Liz’s room.