This is so way long overdue! Well, here you are! An update! I don't feel like posting a little summary of what happen up until now so you'll either have to have remembered or go back and look. lol sorry! 
Thanks to all who never gave up on me! :-*
Part 9 – My Day With Max Evans
Dozen donuts. 6 dollars.
Two bottles of milk. 5 dollars.
The look on Max’s face after his little slip up? Priceless.
“What did you say?” I ask unable to grasp the fact that Max may potentially have reason to become my obsession forever. Why would he care if Logan took me out? He’s not my boyfriend. Contrary to what I believe in my head he is not my boyfriend. I’m so confused.
He clears his throat, “It’s not because I like you or anything.” He’s quick to say. Gee thanks. “It’s just that well, he’s bad people. I’d hate to see you get all caught up in that mess.”
“Why do you care?” I lean back in my chair, “Why would you care what happens to me?”
He shrugs, “Because Michael would kill me if he knew I knew Logan would break your heart.”
I roll my eyes, “Oh please, like Logan would ever have a chance at even having my heart to begin with.” I wave him off, “Next excuse please.”
“Liz, I’m serious. I know how much you like him.” His voice is full of concern. Ugh. This is so not how I pictured this morning to turn out. I don’t want to be seen as the “little sister” type. I hate that!
“I don’t like him.” I say.
“Liz, it’s okay. You can tell me the truth.” He pats my shoulder, “I know you like him. Alex told me.”
“He
WHAT!” I jump up to scream, “Alex told you
what?”
“Whoa,” Max puts his hands up in defense, “I’m only saying what I was told.”
I am so going to kill Alex. His little hiney is mine. I’m gonna put the hurt on him so bad he’ll be walking bowlegged for weeks! My foot will permanently be stuck up his ass and we will become Siamese twins. I’m going to slap him so hard his teeth will fall out, I’m going to-
“Liz?” Max comes up to snap his fingers in front of my face.
I flinch, “What?”
“You okay?” He sits back in his chair but moves it forwards towards me.
I shake my head, “No, I’m not okay.” I snap, “I’m accused of liking a guy I don’t like!”
“Then why are you going to Blair’s party with him?” He says a bit too harsh for my liking.
So now I’m getting all riled up again, “Because he
asked me!”
“Well… He needs to ask someone else.” He digs in his back pocket (which for a second I thought he was actually digging in his crack) and takes out his cell phone, “We are going to get to the bottom of this right now.”
“At 5 in the morning?” I raise a brow.
“We are going to get to the bottom of this at 9 o’clock!” He puts his cell back in his pocket. “Liz, I’m serious. Logan is my friend but he can be a major asshole.”
“Why do you
care?” I snap, “Gosh Max you’re not my dad. You’re not my brother, and you’re not
Michael so why do you care so much?” I all but yell at him. The two guys in the corner are watching intently, they even have the audacity to be munching popcorn.
“I care because you’re my
friend.” He enunciates the
friend part. My heart deflates. I was hoping for a different answer. One maybe like, ‘because I love you!’ But no.
“Fine. Whatever.” I say in defeat, “But for the record, I don’t like Logan and Alex is a base head.”
“Liz. You don’t have to lie, it’s-“
“Max will you please shut up about it!?” I scream at the top of my lungs, “The only reason I said yes was because I was high on crack.”
“I knew it!” One of the dudes from before jumps up, “I
knew she threatened us because she was on drugs!”
I roll my eyes and Max tells them to mind their own business, “Liz. You were not on crack.”
“I was on something to have agreed to go with him. I don’t even want to go to that dumb party. And why is everyone suddenly my best friend? I don’t even
like them!”
“Well if it makes you feel any better my sister hates your guts.” Max shrugs.
“Actually,” I say, “That
does make me feel slightly better. It’s good to know I can count on Isabel to stay the same.”
Max snorts and starts to pick of his fingernails. Ew. I slap his hands apart, “Stop that is disgusting.” I scowl, so then he starts to bite his fingernails and I almost gag, “Max!”
“What!” He gives me an innocent look, “I was minding my own business.”
I sigh, “I’m bored and you’re being mean.”
“I am not being mean. You’re being the mean one.” He pouts in his chair. “I had all these fun things planned for us to do while we waited and here you are being a crab apple.”
“What kind of fun things?” I ask, “Like…
kissing?” I tease him about his earlier slip up.
His ears turn red, “That was a mistake. At least I didn’t say
vulva.”
My entire face heats up, “Okay shut up now.”
He grins, “It’s not fun to be the one embarrassed is it?”
I glare at him, “No. It isn’t.”
“So want to play cards?” He stares at me.
I burst out laughing, “Oh my god.” I stop cold, “You were
serious?”
“Uh, yeah.” He even has cards in his hands.
I take them from him, “Okay how about this? I’ll read your fortune.” I spread the cards out on the ground between us, “Pick a number.”
“Seven.”
I pick out seven random cards, “Okay now pick another.”
“Five.”
I pick the fifth card out from my hand, “Ohhh this is interesting…” I say looking down at the
© Silver Legacy, Las Vegas front price scanning card.
“What? What is it?” Max tries to look at the card in my hand. I refuse to let him see.
“Well. According to this I can tell you it doesn’t look so good.” I shake my head sadly and then look back up at him, still hiding the card, “Max. This card tells me that something is going to happen to you very soon. Something that will change your life forever.”
“For real?” He says in awe, “Because I’ve been having this reoccurring dream lately and… It’s strange.” He darts his hand out, “Let me see the card. I want to see my future!”
“No!” I yell and stick the card in my mouth, “All gone…” I say with a huge grimace on my face. I had totally faked that whole reading and he would know that the card I pulled meant absolutely nothing if he saw it. But he won’t know that if he never
see’s it. See. I’m smart.
“My future!” He dives on top of me, “Liz, you cannot mess with people’s destiny’s like that!” He tries to pry my mouth open, “Liz, please open your mouth.” He begs.
If this had been any other time I would have happily opened my mouth to him. But as it was… I had to make him think something was going to happen. So that maybe he would oh I dunno… Break up with Blair maybe? One can dream! Don’t crush a poor girls dream!
“Get a room!” One of the goons snaps.
We both stop wrestling too look over at them, I spit out the card, “You know what? One more word out of you and I’m kicking some ass!” I point at them.
“Ignore her,” Max says, “She’s on crack.”
“That explains a lot…” I hear one of the goons say.
“Get off me!” I scream at Max.
He looks down at me, “Oh I dunno. I kind of find you comfortable. Like a mini pillow.” He grins.
Oh how I wanted so badly to kiss him. “Get off of me or… or…. Or I’ll
curse you!”
“Liz, you couldn’t if you tried.” He laughs, “Face it Parker. You’re stuck and you ain’t going nowhere.” He wiggles his brows.
Oh that was it, I lifted my head up until our lips were inches apart, “Is that right?” I breathed across his lips, “Because… I don’t mind all that much.” I get the desired reaction I was hoping for and watch as Max’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I give a little giggle.
“Uhh…” He swallows, “What?”
I nod, “Exactly, now get off me!” I scream and shove him away with all my might. He barrels over the side and lands on his back with a loud
oomph!
“Is it 9 yet?” He groans.
I look down at him, “Not even close.”
Max rolls onto his stomach and lightly thumps his forehead on the ground, “I’m going to die of boredom. I swear it, either that or I’m going to die from spending too much time with you.”
“Ha. Ha.” I snort, “Like I would rather spend an entire day with
you.” I lie. This is all such heaven to me, no matter how boring it is or how whiney Max is when he has nothing better to do. “I have an idea,” I sit down next to him and roll him over to his back, “How about—Max?” I lean over him, “Uhh, Max?” I shake him.
But he’s not moving, and it looks like he’s not even breathing! What the hell? Was the boy epileptic or something? Was he prone to zoning out at inappropriate times? I wanted to do the trademark Parker move (which was to slap him across the face) but thought better of it.
“Max are you okay?” I move closer to look at his face, to see if he’s still alive. I poke his cheek several times with a finger with no results. I know he’s faking it, I know it. I know he wants to get me back for shoving him off me earlier.
Michael does this to me all the damn time, he acts as if he’s passed out then right when I start to panic he jumps up screaming. Half of me wants to play along just for the fun of it, or to satisfy Max’s ego but that’s just not me. I don’t giggle and squeal like other girls who want to impress the guys they like, it had always made me think less of them.
I’d be damned if I would turn into a squealing high school girl. So like any girl who sees a good opportunity to cop a feel, I copped a feel! “Max!” I straddled his waist and slapped my palms down on his chest, “Wake up Max!” I shook him with my palms still spread out across his broad chest.
I seriously thought about just slapping him across the face sense this game of his was getting quite boring. There’s only so much chest you can feel before you want to feel more. I lifted up his eyelids and peered down into them.
“Max I know you’re faking it so just quit the act.” I sighed and let his lid flick shut.
“Fine!” He jumped up and shouted in my face. I flew backwards in fright (damn him!), his arms pulled me back to straddle his lap and bring us face to face.
“Sorry,” He laughed, “Couldn’t resist, I did enjoy the chest massage though, very nice.” He winked.
I blushed, “You’re an ass.” I rolled my eyes and unconsciously brushes aside a lock of hair that had fallen into his face, “You had a…”
“Hair thing.” We both said at the same time and laugh.
I shrug, “So what now?” I glance down then back up into his eyes.
“Uhh…” He gulps, “Okay that’s enough of that.” He shoves me off his lap, so hard that I fall back on my ass painfully.
“Ugh! How
rude!” I snap at him and stand up to face him again, “You know what Max Evans? You’re… You’re…” Wait a second I’m thinking…
***
6 a.m.
“Liz?”
“Shut up.”
“Liz?”
“I
said. Shut. Up.”
“Liz I didn’t mean to call you a brat.”
As you can see I’m pretty peeved. Just 20 minutes prior to your intrusion on my life, Max had called me a brat. A BRAT! I am so not a brat, if anything he’s the one who spoiled. I mean look at him, he has everything! He’s gorgeous, smart, athletic and has a family (minus Isabel) who is perfectly normal! He does not live above a family restaurant and he doesn’t have a pain in the ass cousin. His best friend lives in the
same town as him and he doesn’t have to ever worry about a surprise period attack or cramps.
The asshole has it made.
“Liz, will you
speak to me please?!” He begs once more, “Fine!” He shouts, “Maybe you
are a brat then!” He pouts, “No, I was just kidding, Liz please talk to me. Say something!” He’s back to groveling.
I sigh, “Something.”
“Ah! Success!” He cheeses like Chucky Cheese, “Just three more hours you know until we call your little
friend and cancel your plans for the weekend.”
I roll my eyes, “Max, give it up will you? I’m more determined now than ever to go with Logan to Blair’s shindig.” I shrug. “You’re just giving me more and more reason to go.”
He’s quiet, for once, then… “You know what? I don’t care if he’s asleep or if he’s on his death bed, I’m calling him right
now.” He flips open his cell and dials, “Damn.” He sighs, “Voicemail… Yeah hey Logan it’s me. I’m just calling to let you know that your date this weekend with Liz? Not gonna happen. She’s sitting right here beside me and she’s been going on and on about how she should break the news to you so I decided to do it for her. Sorry man. Better luck next time.” He hangs up.
Ten minutes later it’s my cell that’s ringing, “Hello?” I answer cheerfully after seeing who it was on the caller ID. “Oh no Logan, ignore him. He’s just jealous because
he wanted to go with you.” I sigh, “It’s a love that will never be. I told him that you were way out of his league.” I shake my head.
“I could have a Logan if I wanted!” Max yelps, “I could have an Alex right now if I wanted!” He says all snippy.
I cover my mouth to keep from laughing like a mad woman, “Yeah so anyways I’m still going with you this weekend and—“ I’m cut off by some unfortunate news, “Who told you that?”
Max’s ears perk up, “What’s going on?”
“What? Not uh!” I shout, “Oh my god! Not uh!”
Maria is busting up on the other line, “Is he buying this crap or what?”
“Logan! I can’t believe you would ask me such an important question so soon! I was hoping for maybe this weekend but YES! Yes I will marry you!” I shout out and jump to my feet, “Yes a thousand times yes!”
Max’s mouth hangs open and he slaps it shut. I grin happily and look to Max, “You are so evil.” Maria sighs, “I wish I had someone to toy with right now. As it is Preston is still asleep and it’s almost 10, he best get his ass up and milk those cows!”
Sadly, Maria is not joking about the cow milking. Her grandparents said it would be a learning experience for her, so every morning at 5 a.m. she milks all 12 of her grandpa’s
prized cows and picks eggs from the hen house for breakfast. She’s already been scolded for throwing a shoe at the roster that crows outside her window every morning.
“Milk those babies bitch!” I laugh. Oh whoops! I forgot I was pretending to talk to Logan!
“WHAT!?” Max is on his feet and grabbing the phone from me, “You speak respectful when talking to a lady!” He bellows into the receiver, “Liz is not just some hussy! She deserves to be spoken to like a woman with the highest manners! Where did you grow up? On a farm!?”
“As a matter of fact… Yes.” I hear Maria say from her side of the world, “You must be Max, Liz has told me so much about you. So when are you going to break up with Blair and—“
“Okay that’s enough!” I snatch the phone back, “You are so dead Ms. Deluca. So dead.”
“I’m shaking.” She cracks.
***
7:15 a.m.
“That’s when Isabel started acting like such a queen,” Max sighs and leans back further in his chair, “It’s hard to believe she’s my twin sometimes. I mean, we don’t act anything alike and she’s blonde. I’m not.”
I shake myself awake, “Huh?”
He smirks, “Funny. Really.”
I grin, “Well if you ask me she needs a good slap in the face. I bet your dad spoils the heck out of her.” I lean back in my chair to mimic Max’s comfortable looking pose. “My dad spoils me, but that doesn’t make me a
brat.” I’m quick to add, “My mom always ruins things after my dad lets me have my way.”
“You an only child?” He asks.
I nod, “Yep. But then again no. Not if you count Michael who’s been attached to my hip since I was born.” I sigh, “We played in the same play pen, shared Barbies—“
“He had
Barbies!”
I laugh, “G.I. Joe’s, but what’s the diff?” I shrug.
“Oh there is a
diff.” He moves forward, “G.I. Joe’s have weapons! They have helmets and camouflage gear! Not a pink convertible and high heels.”
“Don’t for get Ken.” I point out, “What Barbie is she without her Ken? Wait a second, I take that back. Barbie is an independent working woman now. Screw Ken.”
“Psh.” He waves me off, “They’re divorced anyways.”
I nod, “True, I mean I always preferred to use Michael’s G.I. Joe’s as her boy toy rather then Ken. I always had him somewhere at the bottom of the box. Michael would get so pissed when I used his toys. He used to cry.”
“He did?!” Max says excited, “This is all so new to me! Tell me more! I need to know that hard core Michael Guerin used to be a big cry baby.”
I shake my head, “Oh no, he was a cry baby. But he also was the meanest son of a bitch alive. In kindergarten he made all the boys give him their snacks at snack time. He had extra pillows when it was nap time and
no one dared to touch his blocks.” I say, “Not even the teacher wanted to cross him because he would scream
so loud that all the hall monitors would come running in the room as if he were being beaten!”
Max is laughing his fine ass off, “This is great. Keep it coming, you’re giving me great ammo for the next time he’s on my case.”
I smirk back at him, “I’ll stop there then. Anymore secrets and he’ll be on
my ass.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Max winks.
OoOoh shibby! Anytime he wants to do that again is fine with me. It truly is a swoon-worthy event, not only because his face looks as if it were carved by angels but because his lashes are adorable. I have to dig my fingernails into my palms to keep from reaching out to touch the smooth skin of his face. Is it normal to want someone this much?
Okay, seriously. I’m a girl and I know that we are not supposed to think about sex. That’s a guy thing, but can I help it if every time I see Max I wonder what he would look like naked? It’s natural! It’s the way god intended things to be!
“Liz? Are you okay? You’re uh… You’re kinda staring at me funny.” He says and hugs his arms across his chest.
I shake my head violently, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You’re freaking me out!” He shouts, “I am
not a piece of meat!”
I roll my eyes, “Oh don’t flatter yourself Evans.” I wave him off, whew! That was a close one! Can’t have him have the upper hand in things. Gotta keep things in perspective, gotta stop thinking about that time I secretly watched him from under the bleachers on day while he was practicing his soccer… with no shirt on! It was a sexy,
sexy day.
He blinks in surprise, “I have to call Blair.” He blurts, “I promised I’d call her when it… I promised.” He says staring back at me.
“Then go call her.” I shrug as if I don’t care. I do care though, it was as of I had forgotten she ever even existed.
“Okay then, maybe I will.” He looks around for his phone, “As soon as I find my cell phone…” He gets down on his knees to look for it.
I sigh, “I’m bored. I can only sit still for so long.”
Max looks up at me from his place at the floor, “Well you ate my cards so—“
“It was
one card! And besides, it wasn’t even really a card, it was the—oops…” My eyes pop open.
Max is oblivious to my slip up, “We could ask each other questions.” He says, having totally forgotten about his call to Blair.
I snort, “Yeah, cuz we all know those always ends up well.”
“I never?” He suggests.
“Had nasty thoughts?” I ask.
His brows raise, “Liz! Control yourself, are you trying to get me drunk?” He teases.
“You wish!” I lean back in my seat… And fall over backwards. I scream in fright and out of nowhere Max is there pulling me to my feet.
“You’re accident prone, do you know that?” He grins down at me as he hold me in a damsel in distress stance, “I’m gonna start calling you Scarlet O’Hara.” He laughs.
I’m not amused, “You can let go of me now, I know you can hardly resist me and all but please try to keep your hands and feet to yourself.” I place a hand on his chest and push away slowly.
“I can’t help it though Liz, you’re so cute!” He teases and pulls me back towards him, “Seriously.” He says more, well, seriously. His face is coming closer, closer… closer… Oh god!
You know, it’s really scary how fate works sometimes. Because just when I was about to throw all thought to the wind and lean into Max’s face, his cell phone started to ring. Breaking us apart faster than Michael can down a liter of Pepsi.
“Yeah-uh, h-hello? I wasn’t doing anything bad.” Max stutters into his cell, “Oh, hey Isabel.” He sighs. “I thought you were someone else… Yes… No… So? Gosh!” He snorts, “I
told mom I was going to class early! Isabel, how was I to know you wouldn’t have a ride to school?”
I snicker at the thought of a stranded Isabel Evans.
“Iz, please don’t do that… Isabel Amanda Evans if you tell mom I ditched then I’m going to be forced to tell her what
really happened to her diamond earrings. Don’t dare me Isabel, I’ll do it.” He’s quite for a while then, “Good girl. I thought you’d see things my way. Oh and by the way? I’m your brother so don’t think I don’t have about a hundred other dirty details about you. Leave Blair’s modeling contract alone.” He slaps his cell shut and smiles at me, “Now where were we?”
We
were about to have a moment but I’m pretty sure that’s about toast now. I really
really wished that Blair never existed. Is that evil? It is? Damn.
I shrug, “I can’t remember. Oh, weren’t you supposed to call Blair?”
His face lights up s if remembering for the first time, then it falls, “Eh, she’ll live.” He sits down on the grass, “C’mere.” He pats the floor beside him.
I hesitate for a second, just a second mind you because HELLO? Max Evans! Then I hurry my ass on over to sit next to him, wishing I had worn jeans instead of shorts because the grass on my ass is making me itchy! Max see’s my discomfort and pulls out a blanket for us to sit on. Why he hadn’t brought that thing out way earlier is beyond me.
“So,” He sighs and looks up at the sky, “What are we going to do about you and Logan?”
“Oh, were back on that again huh?” I smirk, “Max, get over it. I’m going with him and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you ask me I’d be more concerned about the fact that your girlfriend is going to be gone for most of the summer.”
“Oh, yeah. That. Well it’s actually a blessing in disguise because I’ve been thinking of ways to break it off with her. I feel so horrible that I don’t feel the same way she does. I mean she’s beautiful, smart, kind, fun, sexy—“
“Okay, I think I get the point.” I stop him and gulp the ball in my throat, “But…”
“But there’s no… no
spark. My stomach doesn’t flutter when she walks into the room. I don’t lose my breath at the sound of her voice. Her touch doesn’t send chills up and down my spine.” He shrugs and looks down at me beside him, “You know what I mean?”
I nod, “Actually, I really,
really do.” I hug my knees to my chest and pray that my ass cheeks aren’t showing. I can’t believe I wore these damn things this morning. What was I
thinking?!
“I hope you’re not talking about Logan.” He grimaces, “Cuz… There will be none of that.”
I laugh softly to myself and yawn, I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t slept the entire night before, I kept thinking up ways to get Max to fall in love with me. You’d think that hearing Max say he didn’t want to be with Blair anymore would have been a good thing. But instead it made me weary.
He’s too chicken to tell Blair how he really feels so he’d rather stay with her, lying about his feelings, while she’s happily content with what she
thinks they have. Plus, I have a feeling Max likes her more than he cares to admit. I see the way he looks at her, it makes my heart hurt every time. Man, life sucked.
“What are you thinking about?” Max says with a smirk.
“When did you turn into such a girl?” I crinkle my nose, “
I can’t break up with Blair. She doesn’t make my foot pop.. What are you thinking?” I mimic him in what sounds way meaner than I intended for it to sound.
Max stares at me without saying anything for a while then he nods in agreement, “You’re completely right. I’m acting like a total chick. But what the hell is a ‘foot pop’?”
I laugh, “I’m sorry. I’m sleep deprived, I had no right to—“
“No, no I’m glad you said something. I hate when girls don’t say what they want to say. It makes it harder for us guys to figure out why we make you mad all the time.”
I roll my eyes, “Just don’t lie to us and we’re all good.”
“That really bothers you doesn’t it?” He says. “I didn’t know you and Blair were so close.”
“We’re not. I just don’t think it’s fair to her for you to lead her on like that. I’ve had it happen to me before. It sucks.” I shrug, “New subject, I’m having unsettling flashbacks.”
“Want me to kick his ass?” He says seriously.
I shake my head, “Nah, Michael already did.” I smirk.
***
8:30 a.m.
If I had to do a book report on Max Evans this morning I’d totally flunk, but now that we’ve talked and found that we have much more in common than I could ever imagine (we both love
Green Day &
The Foo Fighters, have read all of Steven King’s books, love to dip our pizza in Ranch dressing and can’t stand Katie Holmes & Tom Cruise), I think I’d fair pretty well given the opportunity now.
I had a little over an hour and a half left to get to know Max Evans before he would walk out of my life forever. Well, maybe not so dramatically but I knew that the connection we shared waiting in line would not last past this day and time. It sucked to know the cold reality of it but I chose to ignore it for as long as I could.
When 9 o’clock was vastly approaching I began to grow more and more restless about the fact that I felt this was my chance. Max didn’t really want to be with Blair, I wanted to be with him. It was now or never. Even if he didn’t feel the same way about me, I would always wonder if I didn’t asked now.
“Max…” I started to tell him but stopped when I saw who was coming over towards us from the parking lot. “Oh my god.” I gasped.
Max was still staring at me, “I know… We have so much in common it’s scary!” He laughs, “Listen Liz there’s something I think you should know. But don’t freak out okay?”
I nodded, “You gotta promise me that same thing.” I mutter staring at the person who was not 3 feet away from us.
“What are you talking about?” He chuckles and turns to look behind him. Then he snaps back around quickly with a look of fear. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” I mentally cock a pistol and hold it to my head. “It’s Blair.”
I pull the trigger.
\\\TBC....
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