posted on 29-Oct-2001 11:51:47 PM

TITLE: Champagne Supernova
AUTHOR: Fixius....as most would assume
SUMMARY: Some of you may be wondering where the hell I've been and where Hollow and Complexity have been as well. As soon as you read this you'll know why. Why? You might ask, and hypothetically you just did, well my friends b/c of this very reason. This is a TRUE story. My story. This is what's been going on with me for the last couple of months. Only now we're all fictional characters....the first person who can guess which character I am first gets a cookie.
**Lots 'o' weird coupling in the beginning but it's definately M/L** Liz POV
RATED: Psshh, the day you rate your life is a very scary day.
DISCLAIMER: Me no own nada. Comprende?
DISTRIBUTION: If you're insane enough to want it (and I'll love you if you do) just ask and I'll most likely say yes, my ego enjoys situations such as these.

oh yeah, and one more thing...

FEEDBACK please.
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Background info for your well, information....

Liz: has had a crush on Kyle since freshman year. Now in her junior year, they're cast together in the school play and things may be looking up for little Lizzie. Then again, they're probably not.

Maria: Liz's best friend since grade six and has a HUGE crush on Max. Max, unfortunately for her, has no interest in her and has a secret crush on Courtney which only Liz knows about.

Max: is one of those guys who has everything given to him. He's an amazing actor and guitarist blah blah blah.

Courtney: Liz and Maria's friend. Unfortunately for Maxie, she doesn't like him romantically and refuses to date anyone who does not already attend college.

Kyle: every underclassman girl loves Kyle. Whenever Liz doesn't like him he likes her, and whenever she likes him he suddenly "doesn't want a girlfriend." Weird....

Michael: Friend of Liz's and Courtney's. Maria likes him too, but not quite intensely as Max. But ya never know...

Tess: every guy wants to date Tess, and most guy's have. She's currently dating a football player and is the friend of Liz, Courtney, and Maria.

One more thing, Liz, Max, Kyle, Maria, and Courtney are all in the play together.

Stick Isabel and Alex in there and I think that's everyone. Damn, hand cramp already and I haven't even started the damn thing...

**1**

"A closet?"

"Yeah, we need to practice." Kyle looks at me stupidly. Okay you know what? Fine whatever.

I walk in and I sit down on a stool at the far end. It's more of a small room then a closet really. This is the spot where the band people hang all their uniforms and sheet music. Another mystery solved, oh what a glorious day.

"All right I guess I'll be Swift too." In our play, there are three of us. Me, Kyle, and Casey. The thing is, we're monkeys. Talking monkeys. Yes, MONKEYS. And damn it all to hell, Casey doesn't even show up. Now I'm stuck in a closet or room or whatever with Kyle Valenti.

Of course I don't like him anymore. Really.

"I can't believe you didn't like 'Stand by Me.' What? Oh, are you talking? Right oh yeah.

On our one and only semi-date, I went to his house and we watched 'Stand by Me', you may of heard of it, it's this 80's B movie. Which, in my opinion, are always the best kind.

"It's not like we even watched the movie." Okay, eww, no people, no. We talked. TALKED.

"Well, we'll just have to watch it again." Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

"Who says we'll watch it this time?" Who says I wanna spend time with you huh? Okay I'm being obvious aren't I? Do you think I'm being obvious?

"Okay, so this time, we'll sit on opposite sides of the room."

"Like that'll last." Holy shit. I said that?

"How bout we make a bet?" Kyle gets up from his seat and walks the whole two steps to the other side of the room and situates himself into one of the open closets that hold the band uniforms. "Whoever moves first loses."

I'm not moving. La la la. Still not moving. Okay, how the hell did he fit in there? What the hell? is he laying on a box? Look at that, he just killed the box.

"Screw this I'm goin to sleep." Kyle gets up from his "comfortable" position to turn off the lights.

"Ha ha, you lost." Of course I'm just covering for the fact I'm in a darkened closet with Kyle. But no one else needs to know that.

"Damn it." He waddles back to his box and plops down with a contented sigh. Guys are just pleased way to easily.

I survey the room awkwardly and am met with the disturbing eyes of Chris McChristen. The Chris McChristen who is physically high 24/7. He looks into the room through the small window on the door. Chris turns away, but then decides against it and instead flicks the light switch, smirks, shuts the lights back off and leaves. He repeats this process several times. The light switch just HAD to be on the outside, huh?

"Okay, what the hell is wrong with Chris?" If the guy didn't creep me out before he does now.

Kyle shrugs. "I dunno. Here, help me up." I sigh and take Kyle's outstretched hand. Okay, pull, still pulling, yeah I guess I shoulda figured he was a little heavier than me.

"Yeah, Kyle. This isn't working."

"Come on, help me up." I reach again, but this time he trys to pull me down on top of him.

WHOAAA Buddy.

"Um, yeah Kyle. No."

Lights on. Snicker. Lights off. Why hello there Chris. That's just still so very funny.

"You know what?" I say in exasperation. "The next time he comes we should just pretend to be making out so he leaves us alone." I'm joking. You guys can tell I'm joking right.

Lights on. Snicker. Fake make out scene. Horrified face of Chris. Lights off.

I was JOKING!!! Okay, yeah so that was funny.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Maria walks into the "room" only to find Kyle and myself scrunched into a closet laughing our respective asses off.

"Okay, so Chris he kept trying to freak us out by turning the lights on and off. And at first I was like, okay, acid trip, but he kept doing it. So the last time he came we pretended to make out and it was so funny. Oh my god, my side hurts." Am I rambling? This is normal right?

"Right. Okay guys. Uh, bye now." Maria shuts the door and leaves a little to quickly for my taste.

Kyle smiles at me. "Okay baby, now that they're gone let's do this." Ha ha funny...oh hey you're really kissing me.

Wait... what?

TBC


**1b**

"So yeah, school's over, bye." Okay so you think after three years of creepy fantasies I'd be a little more happy and a little less wigged at this recent development. Then again we are talking about me here.

I scurry back to my seat next to Maria, eager to share my news before I spontaneously cumbost like those guys on South Park. I turn to her and am about to spill the preverbial beans when I notice the chair next to her is occupied by none other than...the teacher. Not exactly the guy you wanna share this stuff with. But I'm not about to let this go. Nuh, uh. This is way too big.

poke

"Maria."

poke

"Maria."


Apparently the poking and whispering isn't getting me anywhere.

HIT

"Ow ow, what what?" Okay big news, teacher, big news, teacher. Damn.

"Is it possible to have a heart attack when you're 16?" My knee is jiggling in that annoying way it always does when I'm nervous.

"Yeah." Okay not helping. She turns back towards the stage, obviously thinking I'm just being weird as per usual. Need to tell someone. Need to tell...come on people. Oh hey Tess!!

Tess walks into the theater looking around for Mr. Jock Guy, aka Daniel, aka her boyfriend. He's not even in this class, people just seem to lurk here. Like it's interesting or something. Anyway...

I jump from my seat and grab Tess's arm, leading her back to the outside corridor.

"I gotta talk to you." Oh my god. Finally.

"What?"

"Okay, so we were in the closet right? And then he kissed me."

"What? Who?"

"Kyle."

"OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOODDD!!!" See, she gets it.

"I know!!!! Okay, don't say ANYTHING. To ANYBODY."

"Okay okay. hee hee."

"Shut up."

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"So was it good? What was it like?" As you might have guessed, Maria has just heard in full about the entire "closet incident." Apparently that's still not enough.

"What? I don't know."

"Well...what did it taste like?"

"Okay so you were already creepy, now we're bordering on ewww."

"Sorry, sorry. It's not like I'm getting any action over here." Oh yes, the infamous Max Evans. Funny how she knows he really really doesn't like her and yet she still....

"I would not exactly call this "action."

"Yeah, well it's more than I'm gettin."

The question is, is that a necessarily good thing?
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You know how people say "time flies when you're having fun"? Yeah, that's great and all, and tell me how that goes, but what about when you're not. So it's been what....three weeks now? And what do you think has happened. Jack that's what. So after that fateful Friday Tess proceeded to tell the entire football team, and in small towns, that's never a good thing. People were convinced I was pregnant for over a week. Someone even gave me a pamphlet. And all I know about Kyle is that he doesn't want a girlfriend and he's taking another girl to the dance. Woo-hoo me.

"Where's Maria?" What? Oh great, it's Max. Hey...why does he wanna know where Maria is? Could this be a good sign?

"Ummm, Comet Crew meeting."

"Where??"

"You know, Comet Crew, where you sign up to show the new freshman around be their pal for the year..."

"Oh yeah...why didn't you do it?"

"Please...I didn't even like freshman when I was one."

"Oh...well, actually that's a good thing cuz I need to talk to you." Oh great, everytime I talk to Max, Maria ends up calling me a skank. Besides like I don't have enough crap to worry about??? Where the hell is Michael? I gotta talk to that boy.

"What's up?"

"It's about a girl." Oh...Courtney. Why Max chooses me to confide in is well....unknown, but hey it keeps life interesting.

"Courtney?"

"Umm, no...someone else." Oh oh. Now Maria's got some real competition.

Now my interest is piqued.

"Who?"

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posted on 1-Nov-2001 8:39:03 PM
**2**

A secret is like a cut. You know those tiny little paper cuts you get? Did you ever notice they hurt more? A tiny scrape and no matter how much you try to compensate with medicine and bandages it still burns. You can’t touch it or you’ll be reminded of the pain. A scorching pain tingling beneath your fingertips, crawling under your skin. I have a secret, and I’ve had it so long I fear the bandage will fall off. That the flesh will be exposed. Some people faint at the sight of blood, others thrive on it. I don’t want to see it, I can’t be reminded of what I can’t tell. What I want to tell. The pain is hot and it’s so cold it burns my eyes, it pokes at my brain until I can’t see straight. I have a secret. The bandage is breaking…

We’re not there yet. Right now I’m happily floating in my land of ignorance.

“Who?”

“Who?” Max seems confused at the question.

“Yeah, who’s the girl?” Apparently the boy has an extremely short term memory.

“Oh. She’s umm, I can’t say right now. It’s just that….I REALLY like her and I don’t know what to do.”

This seems serious. I hate it when people come to me for advice on romantic issues, considering I’m so ill experienced.

“Max. You’re needed on stage man.” Max nods his thanks and turns pleading eyes back to mine.

“Well, all I can say is… just jump in.” It seemed like sound advice. Of course not if taken literally.

“Right. Okay, so I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, bye.” Out of all of my conversations with Max this has to be, well one of the most strange. To be truthful they all border on bizarre, but that’s not necessarily unpleasant. I could definitely use a little diversity in my dismal little life of conformity.

I didn’t choose to be cynical, nor did I choose to be insane, but you work with what you have. They say technically I’m not insane, I just have an exuberant amount of energy…at sporadic intervals. But really who are THEY anyway? No one’s sure. It’s always “they” say, never referring to someone specifically, I guess people just figure someone out there has to agree with them. Someone out there has to have a witty remark for every situation. I am currently trying to join the great force of “they.” They seem so important.

At least that’s what they say….

I presume you all know that Max and I get together. Much smoochies commence. There’s a little more to the story though. I also assume you know Maria will not appreciate said statement. But what you don’t know is a lot. That’s why you’re still here.

Maria walks to me and calls me a skank, as per usual of the aftermath of a conversation between Max and I. I smile and shake my head in both annoyance and amusement. Maria may be my best friend but she’s also a sheep. Whatever I like she magically likes to. She was never into acting before I started to pursue it. I guess she feels like she’s in my shadow sometimes, but then again she can always step to the side and into the light.

At least that’s what they say.

When Spring is in the air, love is all around you. Too bad it’s winter. Who was that girl Max was talking about? Why did he come to me? Why am I talking to myself? Asking yourself questions you can’t answer is never the best route, unfortunately it seems I’m on a one way road. I can’t exactly discuss the current affairs to Maria, and Max is on stage.

Michael…

Michael and I have known each other since kindergarten. We’ve never really been close, I mean he did look up my skirt when were five but other than that not much. That is until this summer. It was about three in the morning, and I was wasting yet even more brain cells surfing the internet. Jake was on so I decided to tease him, asking him questions like “what’s your favorite scary movie.” And “Hello Clarice.” It was supposed to be funny since he didn’t know my screen name. Unfortunately the bastard saw right through me. I hate to think I’m that obvious. Anyway, we ended up talking for hours about ourselves. Our insecurities and our secrets. I never felt that open with anyone, he told me I needed to open up, to let someone into my “bubble.” My bubble: population Michael. Ever since I have so dutifully called him bubble boy. Hey, it works.

Michael, gotta find Michael.

Gotta tell him what I’m feeling.

Why all of a sudden I think I’m depressed. Why all of sudden Kyle isn’t looking so great anymore. Why I don’t feel like me anymore.


TBC????


posted on 1-Nov-2001 8:39:27 PM
double post...oops

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