posted on 28-Sep-2001 11:11:08 AM by maxs silverhandprint

Make Yourself



Chapter Thirty Six Teaser-8/11------pg.
Author's Note------------8/02-------pg. 21
Chapter Thirty Five-------7/29-------pg. 20
Chapter Thirty Four-------6/25-------pg. 18
Chapter Thirty Three------5/8--------pg. 15
Chapter Thirty Two--------3/28------pg.13
Chapter Thirty One--------2/6-------pg. 11
Chapter Thirty------------2/6-------pg.10
Chapter Twenty Nine------12/18-----pg.8
Chapter Twenty Eight-----12/1------pg.7
Chapter Twenty Seven----11/11-----pg.5
Chapter Twenty Six-------11/02-----pg.4
Chapter Twenty Five -----10/29-----pg.3
Author's Note ------------10/24-----pg.3

And here's the link to the first tweny three chapters on the repost board.
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From Chapter Twenty Three



I step out of the shower after Max. He wraps a towel around his waist and turns to wrap one around me, he then hands me another towel.

“I don’t know how to do that twist thing.” He motions to my hair. I quickly wrap my hair and pull him to me. I hold him close not believing he’s for real. Even if he was, I have a hard time believing he’s with me.

We get dressed and finish everything else before ten. Two more hours. That includes eating breakfast, so we opt to watch some television.

Soap. Lame game show. Soap. Infomercial, infomercial, infomercial. I’m beginning to sense a pattern. Surprisingly Max leaves the channel on a soap. Oh well. We don’t really watch it anyway. We spend most of the time engaged in another Q & A session.

Turns out he hates cell phones. Loves cake. Favorite movie is Dungeons and Dragons. Fave actress is Sigourney Weaver. Stuff like that.

After twenty minutes of that we turn our attention to the show. He’s laying down on the couch with my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, his fingers running through my hair.

“I think I am falling in love with you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Max’s Point of View


I think I’m falling in love with you? Is that the best I can do? Since when do I think? Exactly, I don’t. By saying those small words I risked everything. What if she doesn’t feel the same way about me? What if I just scared her off. It’s just, when I felt content with her snuggled up to me I couldn’t help it. I knew exactly what I felt. I just hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

I feel Liz lift her head to look up at me, but she doesn’t pull back. That’s a good sign. Right?

“I’m sorry Max. I can’t say the same. I can’t lie to you, if we want any sort of relationship based on lies. Because.... well, I know I love you.”

She what? Okay, this is me doing a happy dance. Okay, well it’s a mental image of me doing a happy dance. I never quite believed the person who said white men can’t dance until now.

I lean down the fraction of an inch to Liz’s lips and the kiss was just a brush. My hands drift upward and entwine themselves in the silky strands of her hair.

“Hello!” Kyle. I swear I am going to shoot that man. Didn’t we just send him on his merry way to a hotel? Shouldn’t he be going hi-ho hi -ho picking up chicks as he goes. Guess they never went for Dopey anyway.

Liz pulls back and smiles at me before she gets up to go talk to Kyle. I sit there listening to the two converse until I hear a third voice.

“Oh yeah, and I picked up this lovely young lady along the way.”

“And I thank you so much for it.” Amber? What the hell is she doing here? “Now where the hell is my brother?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“There he is.” Amber runs over to me and throws her arms around me.

“Why are you not in school?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” After our hug she gets up and starts heading to the kitchen. “Get your butt back here. Now why did you really skip school? How did you even get away from the Domenica’s house? Don’t her parents watch you when you are over there?”

“I never went into the school.” I’m trying my hardest not to laugh. I’m trying to resemble something of an authority figure. I just can’t do it though. What can I say? She learned from the best.

“What do you say we do something together? Just the two of us.” In the background I hear Liz and Kyle break into song before having the decency to leave the room. Now I can’t hear them mock me.

“Miniature golfing?”

“Alright. If that’s what you want.” I’m confused. I thought she hated golfing. Did she really change that much in the course of one year?

Leaving me with a kiss on the cheek Amber skips off and I hear her blow a raspberries at something.

Liz wanders over and drops herself onto my lap. “You really need to tell your sister she should respect her elders.” She laughs and leans in to kiss me again.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No, I like kissing you very much.”

“You know what I meant.”

“I trust you not to pick up any girls while your gone. Remember? I love you.”

You know what I just realized? I still haven’t said the three small words. I said that I was falling in love with her. But I never said that I do love her. It’s hard to say, because I’ve learned not to throw words to the wind because I know they’d come right back and haunt me. “I love you.” This time the kiss was more passionate. I am not holding anything back anymore.

“Ahem.” Unless of course, if there is a younger sibling around. Reluctantly I pull back and tell Amber to get in the car.

“Max?”

“Huh?” My eyes are still closed as I lean my forehead against hers. I’m torn. Go with my sister or stay here with Liz and show her that I love her?

“Hey, loverboy. Get your ass away from Liz and go take that sister of yours to have some fun. I’ll take care of Liz. I promise.” Damn that Kyle character. Before I get to say anything to him a rather obnoxious yet familiar beeping sound seeps into the house.

“Seems like your sister is getting impatient.” She gives me one last kiss and pushes me out the door. Locking it as she goes back inside. Seems like she forgot to give me my keys. What a pity. Looks like I’ll have to go back in.

Knocking on the door I yell, “Liz. You’ve gotta let me back in.”

“Nope.” Just then The keys are popped out through the mail slot in the door. Dammit.

Amber and I go to the Golf course. I let her win. Ok. No, I didn’t. I just have a major problem saying that a pre-teen kicked my ass at miniature golf. It isn’t until I buy her an ice cream that she asks me questions. Questions like “Why did you leave?”, “Did you miss me?”, and “Why didn’t you come back for my birthday?”. What the hell do you say to that? Because I couldn’t stand to live at home and pretend that everything was perfect? Of course I missed you, but not enough to make me come back for your birthday party?

The thing is I did miss her enough to come back for her birthday. She just never knew it. I gave Michael my ring to give to her. I was in town. I watched her open her presents, I watched her blow out the candles on her birthday cake that was decorated with some boy band.

Out of nowhere Amber ducks her head and tries to make herself invisible behind me. “Amber? What the hell are you doing?”

“Quiet! He’ll see me!” He’ll see her? Who’ll see her? And what did he do to her to make her not want to be seen by this punk?

My eyes find a kid that looks about Amber’s age, and he’s heading straight for us.

“Amber.” Ha! Squeak, squeak. The kid’s a mouse. The boy runs his hand through his blond hair and stops a mere foot from me. This is funny. This little guy has a crush on my sister. Haha.

Wait. That’s not funny. Over my dead body. So, picture this. Amber’s hiding behind me, and in an attempt to intimidate this kid even further here I am, puffing up my chest and all. If Liz finds out about this I’m a dead man.

“Eric.” So the dweeb has a name.

“So, is this your brother?”

“Yeah, I’m her brother.”

“Eric, let’s go somewhere else.” Somewhere else? My seven year old sister wants to go somewhere to be alone with him? I think not.

There they go, here I stay. I’m behaving. She’s only seven, nothing will happen.

Kicking dirt. Casually look up to check on Amber. Act like you didn’t see her giving him that look. Act like you aren’t in denial.

I’m hungry. Chinese anyone?

Still hungry.

That’s it! If I invite Eric to dinner, then I can get Liz on my side. If Liz is on my side then she’ll convince Amber that all boys are bad. Go, me. Max, one. Eric, zero, zip, nada.

“Amber!” I patiently wait as Eric follows Amber back over here. “Eric, how would you like to have dinner with us?” Ignoring Amber standing behind Eric waving her arms wildly while mouthing “no”, I wait for him to answer. “We’re having Chinese.”

“I’d love too.” It worked, hehe.


This hasn’t worked out as well as I thought. Liz loves Eric. Kyle likes him too. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Am I the only one that sees through this dork’s facade?

As if that isn’t the worst. Liz invited him to go to the theme park with us.

This BLOWS!





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posted on 24-Oct-2001 6:48:45 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Okay, I really do intend on upsdating sometime soon. But Max and Eric just happen to be stuck on a rollercoaster, and Max is feeling a little sick. Ha. Anyway, like I said soon. It's just been hectic between my sixteenth b-day, which royally sucked thanks to an old flame. He blows. By next Tuesday, I promise!! Thanks for all the feedback!!*wink*
posted on 29-Oct-2001 7:59:57 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Make Yourself
The Ex's Point of View
Chapter Twenty Five



She looks the same. Same chocolate brown hair, same big doe eyes. And now all I can do is sit here and wonder why I let her get away. Even in this massive crowd of people crammed into a tiny block they call an amusement park, she stands out. The only change I notice is that smile, I have honestly never seen her smile like that, it lights up her whole face.

I don't know what he has that I don't. Aside from that cheesy style of clothing. Whatever works for him I guess.

Ever since someone-who-shall-remain-nameless dropped me a hint that she would be here I rearranged my bands tour. The guys don't seem too mind all that much.

"Look! It's him!" Ughh. Can't she tell that I'm busy stalking. I've got to get my girlfriend back. She's mine.


Liz's Point of View


Eric is so cute. It's actually quite funny, Amber has a crush on a kid who's got the same adorable ears Max has.

Max still doesn't like Eric all that much. Who can say overprotective? Oh! Me! Me! Me! Sure we talked about it last night, but he already has his mind made up. Although we did have a break through. He said he'd attempt to behave like an adult. It's not working too well. He's basicly a big bully.

"What kind of idiot picks on an eight year old?" Sure Kyle. Rub it in.

"Obviously my idiot."

I look back up to see Max. He's currently in line with Eric waiting to go on a rollercoaster. You know, the type that they show in a commercial several times to make the park look all that much better? The glares Max is shooting at the back of Eric's head. Geez. All the kid is doing is looking at Amber. I think it's cute. But I don't know what I was thinking letting them go together without a mediator.


Max's Point of View

Be easy on the brat. Be easy on the brat. He's not doing anything wrong. Now, I know he's only eight, but my little sister has to stay just that, my little sister. I want her to be sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Hell, I'd like her to be 1600 and never been touched. The real world just hasn't hit me yet. Then again, girls just don't have the same morals as they did several decades ago. Wasn't I more than willing to take the virginity of a sixteen year old a year or two ago? Not that I'm proud of it now. It wasn't out of love. It was because I wanted to rebel, and she wanted to get it done and over with.

Anyway, by the time Eric and I make it to the front of the line he has fixed his hair 4 times. Each time only moments before turning to wave at Amber. I wish she could see those few strands sticking up in the back that reminds me of Alfalfa. Now that, was a good movie.

"We can sit in the back if you need to." I say. Nothing snotty there. Just being an understanding adult. He turns to me, smirks, then goes to the very first pair of seats, pulling his pants up as he goes. Thank you. I didn't want to be forced to catch a glimpse of those tighty whities your mommy bought for you.

Okay, so this coaster has four major hills, several loops of all sizes, and quick turns galore. That's not even mentioning the fact that it is a stand-up. It's perfect. We get situated, and after he adjusts the hieghtwe get a countdown by some gruff man who basically tells us not to get in any trouble otherwise it's all on his ass. Where do they find these people?

I lean forward and blow Liz a kiss just before we're shot forward up the first hill. I throw my hands up in the air, and so does Eric as we coast down the first slope. Two hills and a few loops later we're stuck, and I'm not feeling too hot.

Kyle's Point of View

Ah-ha-ha! He's stuck! Six-pack man and eight year old boy are stuck! Where's the popcorn when you need it?

Liz's Point of View

I shoulkd be scared since they are stuck, but I know they are safe, therefore I am free for major laughage. Minutes later the humor is wearing off. I'm hungry. Meanwhile Kyle and Amber are getting along while laughing at the two boys situation, so I tell them I'm going to get something to eat and that I'll be back.

After waiting in line for a good ten minutes I finally get my fries and ketchup. On the way back I notice a mini concert being played out. "So Jaded" Why does that group sound familiar? Maybe I heard it on the radio. I push my way to the front and look straight up into the eyes of the past.

"I am bottled, fizzy water
And you are shaking me up.
You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard
I thought I left in third grade
Now my only consolation
Is that this could not last forever
Even though you're singing and thinking
How well you've got it made
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yeah it's just a phase
Yeah it's just a....
Call it 'women's' intuition
But I think I'm on to something here
Temporaryism has been the 'Black Plague'
And 'Jesus' of our age
I know I sound opinionated maybe biased
And quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
They'll be throwing quarters at you on stage
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yeah it's just a phase...and I'm waiting for it to be over
Yeah it's just a...."

Did he not realize he was supposed to stay in the past. I turn to leave only to be caught by the arm by a guard who points to him. Through the soound system I can here his voice. "Come on Liz. You know you mant to. Come on up here. For old times." There are girls who glare and guys who cheer. I take the guards hand as he helps me over the bar and helps lift me on stage. Just like old times.


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Hehe. I told you I'd get a new part out! As for who the ex is you'll have to find out in the next part. Anyway, umm.... loving all the feedback, and thanks for the bumps! More feedback please!!*bounce* BTW the song used is "Just a Phase" by Incubus, off of their latest cd "Morning View"*bounce*

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posted on 2-Nov-2001 9:30:09 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Make Yourself
Chapter Twenty Six
Max's Point of View


That's it. This is the last time I get on a rollercoaster after eating food from a theme park. No more for me.

"Eric? You okay there?" Can't let some little dork think he's won. For all I know he could be holding back tears and silently pleading for his mommy. Haha. Actually that's mean.

"Just fine. You're not looking to good." He says as he leans forward and takes a look at me.

Oh, yeah. He's mentally crying out for the comfort of his parents.

"I'm good." He leans back again and we both go back into our silence.

I wonder what Liz is doing. I lean forward and look around. I see Amber and Kyle, but no sign of Liz. Above the sound of the occasional murmurs of people I can hear playing, not too far away. It's actually not too bad. No boy band. Just pop rock. Sort of like a mix of Incubus and Lifehouse. Not half bad.

Halfway through the song female vocals come into the melody. She's got a killer voice and for some reason it sounds very familiar. Probably heard her on the radio. It just irks me that I can't place the voice.

"And the group would like to thank this lovely lady for joining us in a rendition of our latest single "Nothing Has Changed". Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely, the talented, the beautiful, L--"

Just as their about to put me out of my misery they start the rollercoaster up and we sail down the third hill, and finish out the ride. As they release the restraints, employees are coming up to everyone on the ride and apologizing for any inconvenience. Yah, I'm sure you're soooo sorry. I turn to talk to Eric, only to find that he's already heading out to the others.

When I reach the group I notice Liz still isn't here.

"Hey, Kyle? Where's Liz?"

"Oh she said something about going to get fries. But that was some time ago. She really should be back by now."

I watch as Amber's eyes quickly change to concern, and Kyle's as realization dawns on him. I can only imagine what I look like. If anything happened to her, I-. Well, I--- I don't know what I would do. I don't want to know.

"Hey!" I hear Liz's voice and turn around just before she reaches the group.

"Where were you?" I ask as I take her in my arms.

Liz's Point of View


Where was I?

Visiting with and ex?

No. That's not a good thing.

"Getting fries."

Which I left back at the concert. Shit.

"Were you so hungry that you ate them all on the way back?" Max asks as he begins to laugh. He let's me go from his embrace.

"No. I had to walk back by the concert thing that's going on. While I was passing some boy crazy teenyboppers knocked into me and I dropped the fries. I really didn't feel like waiting in line again. Besides, I thought you guys may be hungry and that we could all go together."

"Oh. But I'm still full from eating just before we went on the ride."

Right. Forgot about that.

"Well, I know Kyle is always hungry."

I look at Kyle and he nods in agreement.

"You betcha."

The Ex's Point of View


Having Liz back up on stage was better than old times. And I didn't forget to slip my cell number in her back pocket.

That's right Ms. Parker. I wasn't just copping a feel.

I don't understand one thing though.

I showed her what it would be like if she came back to me, yet she still went back to him.

I showed her that if she was with me she could have it all. She could be up here on stage with me. Singing, having people chanting her name. She could have people running up to her in hopes that they would get to atleast speak to the person. It wouldn't matter if she said anything back. They would be content just to know that she heard what they said. She would have people to cater to her every need. She could have me. The money. The fame. And she went back to that nobody.

"Zan, Zan, Zan, Zan." The sweet sound of chanting. I'll never get tired of hearing my name being screamed. By fans or otherwise. Hell, why can't the person be both.

Kyle's Point of View


Now, if Max can't tell she's lying to him he obviously doesn't talk to Liz too much. Just because they spend all day together does not mean they talk.

I've known Liz almost all my life. She was pulling that spiel out of her ass. It's not like it's that hard to notice. She couldn't look him in the eye, her voice cracked, and she cracked her knuckles. All telltale signs of a nervous Liz. But what could she possibly have been doing that she would have to lie about it?

"Zan, Zan, Zan, Zan." Oohh. That says it all.

I send a worried glance at Liz and all she does is shrug her shoulders.

"Don't even think about shrugging that off Miss Lizzy Parker. You. Me. Speak. Now." I pull her off to the side leaving a dumbfounded Max to watch over the two kids.

"Kyle, not now."

"Yes now. Look Liz. You better not have fucked up this thing you have going with Evans. Please don't tell me you went back to Zan."

"What? No! Of course not."

I simply stare at her.

"Okay, I was walking back with the fries until I heard Zan. I went to the front and Zan noticed me." She says it like he wouldn't have picked her out from a field of clones. Yeah. Sure. "He let me up on stage to sing. That's all."

"Nothing suggestive? No asking the other out?"

"No, I have Max. I'm happy with Max. Zan and I both know that we are better off apart. That's why we broke up a long time ago."

What she seems to forget is, is that it wasn't all that long ago. I'm just worried some old feelings might be planted in her mind.

Liz's Point of View


I'm going to be completely honest, I did feel old feelings stirring to life up there on stage with Zan. But, I left Zan. It was a mutual thing. I'm with Max now. And it's completely normal for me to be feeling these things. How do I know this? I watch Loveline on MTV.

Max's Point of View


I know she's not telling me everything. I don't know what it is she's hiding from me, but I'll find out. I'll find out because I love her too much to let something get between us.

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I hope you liked it and I want to thank you guys for the wonderful feedback. And don't worry I could never forget about you guys, especially seeing as this story is my baby. Ha. Anyway, it's just a little hectic lately, between school and my three other stories, well, you know! I hope to post more soon though! I definitely want to get another part out before I go on vacation, so some time next week. And expect a couple parts when I get back. Seeing as we're driving I'll have plenty of free time on my hands. *bounce*
posted on 11-Nov-2001 5:18:31 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Make Yourself
Chapter Twenty Seven
Liz's Point of View



Now let me set something straight here, I told Max that I love him. I meant it. I didn't go up on stage to get back together with Zan. I went back up there because I miss the rush I got when I would join him in their small gigs back home. I miss having people cheering me on. I miss Zan, but I love Max. The old feelings that were stirred up for Zan, those disintegrated as soon as Max smiled at me. Zan and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

I know now more than ever that Max will be the last person for me. It's obvious. The smile he's giving me now while he's eating a few fries makes my heart race. Even if he does have that little peice stuck in the crevice of his teeth. Haha.

Making a subtle gesture to Max that there is something stuck, he merely looks at me and smiles even more. I don't know what he's thinking I'm trying to tell him.

"Hey doofus, she's trying ot tell you that you have something stuck in your teeth." Leave it to Amber to be ruthless.

He blushes and picks at his teeth to get it out. He's so adorable.

Leaning towards him I whisper that love him even if he has quirks. He leans in and we kiss. Damn I need to get him alone.

"Well, I don't know about you two kids but I'll take that as my cue to get ice cream."

Thank you Kyle. Max and I tell them to have fun and not make Kyle go broke.

Max's Point of View


Now that everyone else has gone on to do something else, I'm able to start questioning Liz about what went on while I was stuck on the ride.

"Max, I'm sorry. I lied about before."

Well, damn. She read my mind.

"What did you lie about? You didn't actually get fries? You splurged and got a ice drink? Because if you did I'll be pissed. I love those."

"Max, the concert. My ex is the singer."

That is enough to make me feel insecure. I can't sing for shit.

"Oh. Well, it's not like you did anything then. I mean he was up there singing so I guess it's kind of hard to do anything wrong." Except now I know who was singing on stage with the group. It's amazing, of all ways for me to find out that she has a talent for singing. In front of large crowds no less. Ok, this isn't honestly the only thing bothering me. It's the fact that when she stood up to throw away the plates a moment ago a peice of paper fell out of her pocket. A paper that just happens to have Zan's cell number on it, signed with an "I miss you." Sorry, but that just kind of irks me.

"Max?" I look up into her brown eyes and I can tell she's searching mine for whatever my problem may be. She sits on my lap and nuzzles my neck. "What's wrong?"

I hand her the peice of paper.

"Oh. Max, it's nothing babe. I'm with you." That makes me feel so much better. She didn't feel someone's hand slide over her ass when he put the note in her back pocket? Or amybe she's just so accustomed to it that she didn't htink anything of it. "Max, look at me." Liz's hand lifts my chin up and my gaze is drawn to her eyes. Resting her forehead against mine she starts, "Max, I love you. Nothing is going to change that. Not an ex-boyfriend, not someone telling me that it will ultimately be my doom, not even an apocalypse. You're the one for me. While I may miss something form my past, I know that being with you is ten times better. I want you. Only you."

While I know it seems too sudden, I feel the same way about Liz. Now that I know what it's like to be with her, I don't think I'd ever be able to live without her. "I love you too." Pulling her closer I take her lips for a long kiss. It's full of everything I'm feeling, especially the overwhelming love that I can't find the words to tell her.

She opens her mouth to grant me even more access to her. I have a hard time containing the groan that definitely wants to make itself well known. I love having her in my arms, her lips pressed against mine.

"Get a room." Sisters, you've got to love them. Once Liz gets up and off my lap I realize just how chilly it has gotten outside. The sun has been down for a while now, and we'e supposed to have Eric home in just over an hour.

"Let's get a move on it. Time to go home." Despite the pleas from everyone, including Liz we all head out to the car.

The car ride home is full of snoring people. Liz and I in the front seat, Kyle, Amber, and Eric in the back.

Liz's head is resting on my lap, with one hand curled around my free hand. It's actually quite cute. She has a slight snore. I don't have the heart to wake her up so I listen to the radio and smile at the couple that we are. I can't believe how lucky I am to have found her so early in my life, and to recognize it. More so, I can't believe that she loves me back.

An hour later I'm carrying a sleeping Amber up to her room, afteralready dropping Kyle off at his hotel.

Liz is already in bed by time I finish changing into night clothes, and brushing my teeth. She's not sleeping but I can tell that she definitely wants to. Turning off the light as I enter her room, I ask Liz if she needs anything before I lay down.

"Nope. Just you." I'm glad that it's dark in here otherwise there would be no hiding this goofy grin that's covering my face.

"I love you. Forever." I say as I kiss her forehead. I pull her close to me and she lays he head on my chest, my arm going around her small form.

"I love you too." I don't know whether or not she was already asleep when she said that, but I know she is now. She's like dead weight. I only though kids could fall asleep that quickly. But for some reason Liz always has to prove me wrong.

In the middle of the night a noise wakes me out of my perfect dream. It's probably just Amber getting a drink. Did I lock the door? I honestly don't remember.

"What's the matter Max?" Liz asks as she strengthens her grip on me, still half asleep.

"Nothing, just nothing." At that moment I hear a heavier footstep coming closer. It's too heavy to be Amber. I scramble out of bed and head towards the door.

"Max?" Next thing I know Liz is next to me handing me the bat that she almost hit me with when I first met her.

Quietly I open the door and motion for Liz to get back in the bed. I reach just outside the door and hit the light switch, illuminating the person that's been creeping around the house, just as he's opened Amber's bedroom door.

"Stop!" I yell.

Liz comes running out of the room a phone in hand.

"Max, I'm calling the po-." I look back to the person. "Mrs. Evans."

My parents are home early. I knew it would happen eventually.

"Phillip? What's going on?" I hear footsteps coming up the stairs two at a time.

"Mom?"

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Hope you liked it! I know that these parts are taking me a while but, real life sucks. I'm sorry that I won't be able to post anymore before I go on vacation because I'm working hard on trying to get a new part out for both People Are Overrated and Bitter Sweet December, before I leave. A good thing though, because then I'll have a nice long part when I get back on the 28th, or maybe a couple parts.*happy* We'll see. I wasn't originally planning on having the parents come home this soon, but I decided that I needed to get the story moving. Hope you don't mind!! See you all next time!
posted on 29-Nov-2001 7:01:55 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Preview of Chapter Twenty Eight
Liz's Point of View

Oh shit.

"Max! You're back!" I watch as mother embraces son, and then as father joins in and soon a groggy Amber. I slip back into the room and put on a pair of sweat pants on over my shorts.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I can still hear Diane weeping. Sniffles and all. That's when everything gets quiet. It must have occured to them that Amber wasn't too surprised to see Max. Oops. Diane comes barging into my room.

Uh-oh.

"You! Why didn't you tell us? You knewmy son was back and you didn'y have the decency to tell us? Why?"

Why? Because I'm selfish. Because he asked me not to. Because I..well let's leave it at that.

"I-"

"I asked her not to." Thank you Max. He comes up next to me and takes my hand. Diane turns to Max and you can literally see the relief turn to agitation.

"And you! What are you doing in just those?" I guess she's referring to his boxers. Okay, so we weren't caught in the best of postions.

"I-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses mister. Go downstairs. I'll talk to you later." Eighteen and still being commanded.

Max looks at me, then his parents, lastly at Amber. I can see the fight stop in his eyes. I know that he's chosen between us when he gives me a kiss on my forehead, say's he loves me and picks up Amber. Then he walks out of the room.

Max's Point of View

This is what she wanted isn't it? Liz wanted me to stay home with my parents. To reconcile. So, I'm doing this for her. And it hurts like hell. I didn't want to leave her like that. Half way down the hallway I hear my mom say, "Liz, you're on the soonest flight out."

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I promise to have the rest of the part out tomorrow!I just don't have enough time to type up the rest of this yet. So, what do you think so far?*bounce*
posted on 1-Dec-2001 11:38:27 AM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Twenty Eight
Liz's Point of View

Oh shit.

"Max! You're back!" I watch as mother embraces son, and then as father joins in and soon a groggy Amber. I slip back into the room and put on a pair of sweat pants on over my shorts.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I can still hear Diane weeping. Sniffles and all. That's when everything gets quiet. It must have occured to them that Amber wasn't too surprised to see Max. Oops. Diane comes barging into my room.

Uh-oh.

"You! Why didn't you tell us? You knewmy son was back and you didn'y have the decency to tell us? Why?"

Why? Because I'm selfish. Because he asked me not to. Because I..well let's leave it at that.

"I-"

"I asked her not to." Thank you Max. He comes up next to me and takes my hand. Diane turns to Max and you can literally see the relief turn to agitation.

"And you! What are you doing in just those?" I guess she's referring to his boxers. Okay, so we weren't caught in the best of postions.

"I-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses mister. Go downstairs. I'll talk to you later." Eighteen and still being commanded.

Max looks at me, then his parents, lastly at Amber. I can see the fight stop in his eyes. I know that he's chosen between us when he gives me a kiss on my forehead, say's he loves me and picks up Amber. Then he walks out of the room.

Max's Point of View

This is what she wanted isn't it? Liz wanted me to stay home with my parents. To reconcile. So, I'm doing this for her. And it hurts like hell. I didn't want to leave her like that. Half way down the hallway I hear my mom say, "Liz, you're on the soonest flight out."

Liz's Point of View

I'm stunned into silence as Diane tells me that I'm on the soonest flight. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I just didn't want to hear it.

Now, I'm left alone to think about the fact that I'm by myself, that Max chose his family, that I can actually feel my heart being crushed with every breath I take. I know that I'm the one that wanted Max to at least let his parents know that he was ok. Now all I want is to take it back. I want him back. Tears stream down my face as I start stuffing clothes back into my suitcase. I know I'm acting like a brat. I'm being selfish. I am an only child, I think I'm entitled to it.

I've never allowed myself to tell a man that I loved him, no matter how long we had been together. Then Max comes along and within a matter of less than a week, I've said it a more than a few times, and now he's chosen, and it hurts like hell. I mean he said it too, and when he did I felt-... I just felt. I was finally feeling something. I wanted to hear him say that he loved everyday. I could have lived off that.

I pick up one last shirt off the floor and stuff it in my bag. It's Max's. I need something to remind me that he was with me. That he was mine. That it wasn't just some sort of pleasant dream. Grabbing a blanket I crawl through the window, out to the balcony. I curl up on the chair and stare at the festive lights strung around the balcony.

"Liz?"

I wipe the tears from my face even though I know that I can't hide the traces of them on my cheeks.

"What?"

Max's Point of View

Ouch. I can't tell if she's more hurt or pissed. I know she has every right to be both, I left without explaining. When I brought Amber out, I explained to her that I couldn't stay here, but she knows I love her and I promised to keep in touch this time. Once I left her room I got stuck having a conversation with my parents. It just reminded me of the reasons that I couldn't stay, no matter how much Liz wants me to reconcile with them. Staying under the same roof just is not an option. They want their little boy back. The one that never questioned, the one that still needed his parents to teel him what was right and what was wrong. They want to be able to have control of my life. But, if I were to do that I would never be able to become something. So, I told them that I was leaving. My mother cried, begged, and pleaded for me to stay. But how long before the novelty of having me back wears off? My father on the other hand pretty much verbally abused me. I want to stay for Mom and Amber, but I can't do that when it means I have to submit my freedom to my dad. It ended up that my mom gave me the car and some money, and told me to take my stuff. She said if I couldn't let them take care of me, that I should have enough to start taking care of myself. She only asked that I not move too far away. I'll let her think I'm staying close for now. I have more than enough for two months rent in any decent apartment, plus enough to start getting things I may need. So, I'd say I'm pretty well off.

And now, here I am. Ready to go, and determined to take Liz with me.

Liz's Point of View

Max comes up behind me and starts putting his arms around my waist.

The tears well up in my eyes once again as I push him away. "Don't touch me!." I don't to love him anymore than I already do.

"Come with me."

What?

Max's Point of View

Liz's eyes are mide as she turns around. "That's not funny, Max."

"I'm not joking."

"It's inconceivable."

"You're almost eighteen."

"You could be charged with kidnapping is you take me over any state lines."

"Not if your parents still think you're babysitting."

"You're not staying with your parents?"

"I can't Liz. They haven't changed at all. The reasons that I left are still there."

"Max, I wish I could, but it's just not possible. I'm going to finish High School, and I would like to go to college."

"I'll get my GED, and take an entrance exam. I'll go wherever you will go. I'm yours, remember?"

I wish her face would give something away.

"I love you."

I'm pretty sure I'm back to grinning like an idiot as she throws her arm around my neck. I kiss her like I'll never let her go. I don't ever want her to doubt me. I don't know how long the kiss lasts, but the next thing I know my mom is yelling to Liz through the door.

"It's best if my mom doesn't know I'm going with you." I can see the sad look in her eyes, but she nods and answers the door.

"Yes?"

"Give them your name at the airport and you'll get your ticket. I'll be back to get you in a half hour. I've already notified your parents." What exactly did my mom notify Liz's parents about? Not a good feeling.

Crouching down, I peer though the window. "I'll bring you." We throw her suitcase down, and we climb down the fire escape. My suitcase and things are in the back seat already. When we get there I have to buy a ticket for the next available flight.

Along the way we stop at the hotel that Micheal, Isabel, Alex, Maria, Tess, and even Kyle are staying at. We tell them that we are going back to California, and that they can call our cell phones. I don't if it's just me, but did Liz even notice that Kyle was in with Tess? He's nuts.

Liz's Point of View

After leaving the hotel, we go to the airport. I did not let go of Max until we actually got out of the car. I don't want to be separated from him at all. Waiting in line Max holds my hand until I was next. I walk up to the counter and say,"Liz Parker." The lady workinglooks at me with a blank stare. She looks like she didn't even hear me. We continue staring until she opens her mouth.

"Welcome to Covina Airport, how may I help you?"

Is she serious? I'm assuming I look like I'm going into shock.

"I'm here to pick up a plane ticket. It's under Liz Parker."

"Ah, yes." She sounds like one of those phony fortune tellers. "Here you go. Flight 128. Have a nice trip."

I mumble a polite thank you and take the ticket. Max walks up next and gets one for tomorrow. He'd be getting in around three in the afternoon. It's eight in the morning. I'll be without him for over twenty four hours. I don't want that. I'm afraid something will happen so that he won't come.

When they make the final boarding call, I hold onto Max as he tells me he loves me and that he'll be in tomorrow. "I love you too." I give him a quick kiss and rush off to the terminal.

The good bye was abrupt, not at all drawn out like the good romance novels. But I know that if I hadn't left like I did I would never have left at all.

I sit down and think about what I'm going to have to do. I have to go home, act like everything is normal. Pretend that Max isn't really Max. My parents would never approve. Then I would be praying for them to keep out of my life for once. Live in lies for a while. I can handle that. I'll still have Kyle as a friend, and Serena. I can trust them. I don't really know why I'm worrying about this, Max's parents are goint to know where he is. Ughh. I can't think straight. Maybe I should have stolen a bottle of Maria's cedar oil.

I put on my headphones and drift to sleep to the music. Cheesy love songs, that's the way to go.

Max's Point of View

I'm about to head back to the hotel to get a room for the night when I start hearing talk of a plane crash soon after it took off.

Liz. No, I would know. I ask people around me if they can tell me what flight but they're all in hysterics. I walk back up to the lady at the desk, and ask her if she could tell me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to tell you everything right now. We'll be making an announcement in just a moment."

"Like hell you're not. Is it the one that left here moments ago?" She's looking at me like she can't believe me.

"Calm down sir. The flight that it happened to was leaving California." I slump in relief. Moments later they do make the announcement. I feel bad that I feel relieved but I have no clue as to what I would have done If something had happened to Liz.

A couple minutes later my phone rings. "Liz?"

"No, Max it's mom. Has Liz gotten on the plane yet?"

"It wasn't her flight that went down."

"I know. But her parents were. They wanted to come get her in person, they were able to buy two tickets off of some young couple at the airport."

"I've got to go." I hang up the phone. It's not hard to convince on older man to switch tickets with me. Everyone is shaken up and uncertain about whether or not they want to get on the planes. Less than an hour later I'm on an airplane to the same airport as Liz.

I pick up my cell phone and dial Liz's.

"Hello?"

"Liz? It's me."

"Max! You missed me already?" Should I tell her on the phone? No. I'll tell her when I actually see her.

"Yeah, and I have a surprise for you. I'm already on my way."

"That's great news. So, I suppose you already heard about the plane crash?"

"Yeah."

The conversation kind of drops after that. I tell her to wait for me at the airport and I'll find her.

This is going to be one long day.

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Did you like? If you remember, when I first started this story I asked you to make a choice. The Parkers or the Evans'. Well, you chose which dysfunctional family you'd get to see into. I don't know when the next part will be out so I'm not making any promises. Thanks for the feedback! *wink*
posted on 17-Dec-2001 8:49:44 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Tomorrow! I'll be able to post more tomorrow and that's a guarantee. It's already mostly typed I just have to read it over, and do finishing touches. So, promise to see ya tomorrow!*big*
posted on 18-Dec-2001 7:20:35 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Make Yourself
Chapter Twenty Nine
Max's Point of View


I don't know how I'm going to tell her. 'Liz, your parents were on that plane that crashed.' Nope. 'Liz, your parents are dead.' Hell no! You know, at this stage in our relationship I should be trying to find a romantic way to ask her out on another date, but I am busy trying to find an easy way to break the news to her that her parents passed away. Pressure? Nooooo.

I slam my hands down on the fold-out tray in front of me. I'm way too frustrated to think of anything to say to the person that I love. I can only imagine some of the things that she may be saying to me as soon as the words pass through my lips. I don't want to see her cry.

"We are now going to be landing, so if you could please put on your seatbelt?" one of the overly happy flight attendants tells me. I glare at her until she 'kindly' goes away, and glance around at everyone else. They all have their belts on already, I guess I zoned out. Damn, how did I miss that annoying ding?

True to her word, the plane descends to the runway minutes later. As soon as we are allowed to I quickly grab my bag and head out to find Liz. I find her, she's taking up a whole row of seats, laying across them with her bags squeezed in close to her body. Her hands resting on her cd player on her stomach, I'd think she were sleeping if her mouth wasn't mouthing words to a rhythm.

When I make it to her side I lean forward to give her a quick kiss on her forehead, but she grabs my shirt collar and pulls me to her lips.

Smiling, she opens her eyes and pulls off her headphones.

"Would you have kissed any guy who leaned over you?"

"Only if he smells like you." She smiles and I can't help but smile back, help her up and kiss her again. "Of course it would be a perk if he felt and tasted like you." She nips at the tender spot just below my ear before kissing it. It's not until I see a couple behind Liz clinging to each other crying, that I remember what I'm supposed to be doing. Liz pulls back and gives me a weird look, "Are you ok?" I give her a smile, because that's all I can really give her right now. I know I won't be able to take the pain away once I tell he, and it aggravates me to no end. She turns around and sees the couple too. "I know, isn't it sad? I had to put my headphones on because I couldn't stand to hear anymore of the hurt in these people's voices. Some people lost children, husbands, wives, close friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, siblings, best friends." Parents. "I mean, the list goes on. It's sad. So, I kind of just want to get home. Be grateful that everyone that I care for is alive and well. I already called my house, no one answered, butI have a key so it's alright. All we have to do is get a taxi."

I can't let her think this anymore, she deserves to know.

"Liz-"

"Oh, I can't wait for you to meet my dad. He's going to question you until he takes his last breath. My parents have their imperfections but over all their good people."

"Liz, I have to talk to you about something." How do I say it? Do I really want to tell her now, so she can become another one of those stories she was telling me about? Her smile falls and I can only imagine what that gorgeous mind of hers is thinking.

"If you don't want to meet my parents yet, then you can stay in a hotel. We'll just drop you off first."

Liz's Point of View

The whole way here Max has been really quiet, almost like he doesn't know how to tell me something. Kind of like how I acted when I didn't know how to break up with my first boyfriend. But that doesn't really make sense, why would he come all the way out here to tell me that he can't be with me anymore?

"I've got the room key, c'mon, we're on the second floor." I follow him up the stairs around the corner, and into the room. The room was obviously used by a smoker before, it's disgusting. It looks clean, but the stench says otherwise. I scan over the walls and I see a picture of Jesus in the cracks. No really I do. Someone carved the picture. Kind of like what they do in tree trunks and claim that it's a sign.

"Max, can you just please tell me what's going on?"

He motions for me to take a seat on his lap. Slowly I walk to the bed and sit like he asked me to do. His arms wrap around my waist, and he nuzzles his nose into my hair, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"If you're going to break up with me, just please do it."

"What? God Liz! No!"

"Then what the hell is wrong? I don't fucking understand!"

"Liz, babe, I'm sorry." Why is he sorry?

"Max, you're confusing me, and it's scary."

"You know how you were talking about those people who lost loved ones on that flight that went down?"

"Yeah. Did you know someone?"

"No, but you did."

I don't get it.

"Liz, you're parents were on it."

No.

"That's not funny Max."

"I'm not kidding."

"Max! Just stop it already!" I know he wouldn't lie about it, but I have to say it didn't happen, that it's not true. Because if I give in to the truth, well, that would make it real.

Max's Point of View

"I'm sorry Liz." I pull her small frame closer to me because I can feel her body starting to shake. She gives in, but only for a moment before she pulls back.

"I want to go home. I'm going to prove to you that they are still alive."

"Liz, if it will make you feel better, I'll take you home." Oh shit. Did I just say feel better?

"Feel better? How will that make me feek any fucking better? You tell me that my parents are dead, offer to take me home in order to prove it, and that is supposed to make it all better? God! You're almost as fucked up as your parents!"

Ouch. It's not that I'm offended, it's just that I know this is really fucking her life up right now, and unfortunately I'm in the middle of it. But I'm going to stick by her through it, because I know that she needs me to, even if she doesn't want to think that.

We sit in silence for a few more moments, and I can see the tears start to slow. After a few deep breaths she talks, "I want to go. But if what you say is true, then I don't want to go alone."

"I'll do whatever I can for you Liz. I want to be able to be here for you. Will you let me?" She nods, and I can see her chin start to quiver as another wave of sobs takes over her body.

"Sorry about the remark about your parents."

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As we enter Liz's house I listen as she runs around the house yelling for her parents. I set the bags down on the floor and walk over to the mantle and pick up a picture. It's one of Liz and her parents. They seem to be at a Christmas party. Liz has on a red dress and her nose has red lipstick on it like she was pretending to be Rudolph, her parents are dressed in red and green and are smiling at her with pride in their eyes, red noses, wine glasses, presents and all.

My attention is brought to the floor above me as her footsteps are frantic running down the stairs. Soon after a pair of small arms wrap around me from behind, and I already feel a wet spot on the back of my shirt where she's resting her face.

"Max, their gone. They really are gone." She barely gets the sentences out before the lump in her throat makes it's presence known.

My heart's breaking at the sound of her voice as it catches every time she tries so hard to talk. I turn around and hold her as close to me as possible. She lets everything go, and her body collapses against mine. I pick her up and carry her upstairs. I open three doors before I find a room done in a deep red, like medieval times. I lay Liz on her bed and climb in next to her. She curls around my body and rests her head on my chest. I lean my face down and kiss her forehead. Her body shaking is the only response I get. As I stroke her back, I mumble into her hair, "Everything is going to be fine. It's going to be alright."

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So? How'd I do? Thanks for all the feedback on the last part!(Ladylou: sorry to hear about the tooth, that's gotta suck. So, I left you with no cliffhanger. Hehe.)The next part will either start at the end of the funeral, or a few months from this point. I haven't decided yet. As always feedback is greatly appreciated.

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posted on 31-Jan-2002 6:13:40 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Wow! I hadn't realized just how long it's been, well I just finished the part to BD that I wanted to get out first. So now I'm all free to think of what happens next. I have the future for these two all planned out, it's just the way to get there that's frustrating me the most.

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posted on 6-Feb-2002 6:16:18 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty
Max’s Point of View

After the initial shock of Liz’s loss of her parents she went right back to denial. No tears, just exhausting every possible and not so possible reason to keep her parents off of that plane and then some.

That just made getting her here all the harder. She keeps telling me that we can’t bury an empty casket for those who haven’t passed away yet. She shuns pretty much everyone here at the funeral. Her Aunt Jody because she saw them last. Her Aunt Rachel because she got her father the job that gave them the money to move all the way out here. And now worst of all she’s now beginning to hate herself. She’s mentally torturing herself because she thinks that she was irresponsible, she was a horrible daughter, she should have called them first, and she should have been a better daughter. I would have done anything, given anything to take away her pain, but all I could do was be there for her. Be her support. Although, it is kinda hard to do when every time I tell her it isn’t her fault she says the same thing. “How do you know?” Which is true, I didn’t know her before. I know her now though, and I know that if she was anything like she is now; she was a wonderful person even before I met her.

Even though our week has gone on like that, every night has ended the same. When I brush my teeth, she’ll come in give me a hug and apologize for anything she might have done. Then we go curl up in bed. Nothing more. It was actually nice.

When Liz finally agreed to come to the funeral she did however, refuse to speak. She says that she’s afraid she’ll say something wrong and she just can’t handle it.

So, now that I and Liz are walking back to her car a middle aged man comes up to us.

“Liz, I am very sorry to hear about what happened to your parents.”

“Why? They were your brother and sister in law.”

Ouch. The first sarcastic remark to leave her mouth since the accident and at the most inappropriate moment.

Liz’s Point of View

Yeah, yeah. I know, not the time nor the place, but when you’ve heard false sympathies repeated more than twenty five times in the course of a single hour it will do that to you.

“It’s just that these people don’t understand that I have to leave. I’ve wept, placed roses, and cried some more. Now I’m tired, pissy, and sad because we’ve just completely finalized my parents death. So, I’m sorry Uncle Matt, I just-“

“Want to go home? I know what you mean. However I do need a moment of your time. If not yours than your boyfriends at the very least.” He says as he looks towards Max.

I lean in closer to Max and his arm goes around my waist. I have to admit that Max has been the best throughout all of this. He’s held me, consoled me, loved me through everything. I would’ve been lost without him. Kyle couldn’t get a plane out here until tonight, and Viv, well, let’s just say that Kyle’s not gonna be too happy about what she’s gone and done.

“Go ahead.”

“Liz, it’s about your parents will. They’ve left everything to you, since you’re their only living child.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard him right. I did have another sibling. Two to be exact. Twin younger sisters. Problem is for some ironic reasons they both had holes in their hearts. What are the odds of that? Christina Abigail, and Alisha Lynn. I was thirteen when my mother had them. Christina died shortly after birth, and Alisha passed away two years later. I blamed my mom at the time because I thought that if she hadn’t had them when she was older then they would have been fine. Things were never the same between my mother and I after Alisha died. Just two years ago. “They left you the house, the money, the cars. All of it. They also expressed their wish that I be the one to take care of you. It seems to me though that you have managed very well on your own. So, Max?”

“Yes sir?”

“Haha. Sir. Hmm… my own daughter’s boyfriend doesn’t even call me that. Anyway, I’m leaving her in your care. She’s turning eighteen in a matter of months anyway and it would be pointless for my trying to keep tabs on her. However, if I do find out she’s been truant I will make her live beneath my roof. Basically stay responsible and you are an adult. Deal?”

I knew there was a reason why I liked him the best. Aside from the fact that he is my only uncle. I say thank you and give him a hug goodbye.


When we get back to the house I kick off my shoes and trade the black dress, for a pair of worn in jeans and a tee.

I don’t know if it’s the funeral or what, but I feel a bit more at ease. I don’t have this unbelievable urge to cry anymore. Sure it’s still depressing to see all of my parents things left like they just went on one of their many vacations, but it’s also comforting. Familiar scents and whatnot. When I go downstairs I find Max, he’s sitting at the counter in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice, staring out the door leading to the deck.

He’s lost his tie and unbuttoned the few top buttons. I like this, I like it just being Max and I. It’s just sad that it had to come at the expense of my parents lives.

I hug his back and kiss his neck. He smells so good. I love the way he smells. And I love the fact that now when I go to bed I can smell him on my pillows. Of course, with what has been happening lately I haven’t been able to tell him that.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”


“For staying with me through this. My mood swings. I know it couldn’t have been your slice of cherry pie.”

He smiles and says, “You’re welcome.”

I push his drink out of the way and hop up on the counter so that he’s between my legs.

Max gets the goofiest grin on his face as he reads my shirt. As he reads the lines his finger lightly brushes over them. Oh boy, here we go.

“Boys are great, every girl should own one.”

“You betcha. As long as they’re like you.” I honestly don’t think he has the slightest idea of the effects he has on my body. He reaches around to pull me onto his lap, and I just found out the effects I have on his.

Now see, for the past week, give or take a day or two, we have done nothing sexual. I asked a couple of times, but he said no. That it wasn’t the right time. It’s not like I was insecure about his wanting me, because his body always told me otherwise, but he merely told me it wasn’t right and that he’d be taking advantage of me. Just another thing to add to the already too large list of reasons why I love this man as much as I do. But now, now that I can still inhale the scent of his cologne, now that I am not crying, and now that I realize just how great he is, I’m ready.

Max’s Point of View

I love this girl. She’s strong, responsible, smart, and sexy as hell. Only one thing wrong. I have no idea why she keeps her hair up. Pulling on the elastic band thingie I let her hair down. As it falls to frame her face I can smell the sweet strawberry shampoo that she uses.

With my hands still wrapped in her hair I pull her face down to mine to steal a kiss. Once we get into it a bit more and the kiss gets more passionate I let my hands fall from her hair to her waist. The smooth skin is a pleasure to my senses as I knead it. Oh yeah. I definitely missed this.

Liz pulls back, leaving me dazed and I can only watch as she discards her shirt. How could I have possibly missed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra? She leans in and I kiss her again, bringing my hands up to cup her breasts. I swear they were made just to fit in the palms of my hands.

“Max…”

Too good to be true? Exactly.

Liz’s Point of View

I swear, if it is those damn girl scouts knocking on my door I am going to kick some little girl ass.

“I’ll get it.” Max says as he places me back on the counter and tosses me my shirt.

The only other person that it could possibly be is Kyle, but I thought that the earliest he was able to get here was tomorrow afternoon.

Just then I hear Max say “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Who the hell is it?

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Okay, I'm sorry about the shortness of this part. I'm working on trying to type up the next part and maybe get that out tonight. What do you think? Anyway, I hope you liked it and maybe with enough incentive you'll get that part tonight. *wink* And a thank you goes out to Roswell_Chick101 for beta reading this for me!
posted on 6-Feb-2002 8:35:26 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty One
Max’s Point of View

I look through the peephole and there is some guy and I swear if he’s trying to sell a vacuum I am going to hit something.

The person knocks just as I’m turning the knob. Let’s see what’s behind door number one.

“Hello?” Damn. He looks like he could be related to me. It’s freaky to know with a few changes I could look like that. Look! I’m visibly shuddering.

“Hi. Where’s Liz?”

“How do you even know you don’t have the wrong house?”

“I just know. Liz? Are you in there?”

“And who the hell do you think you are?”

“Zan. Boyfriend.”

Zan? Back pocket Zan?

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I guess if you want to be technical, I’m an ex.”

“No shit.” I swear I’m about to deck this guy. His cocky grin and just the air about him disturbs me. Don’t ask me why because then you’ll never get me to shut up.

“Max? Just tell them we don’t want any!”

Before I get to yell for Liz to come here, Zan yells to her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to at least see the goods first?”

“Zan?”

Seconds later Liz is out in the hall standing next to me. The look of disbelief is blatantly obvious as it’s plastered on her face.

“Zan, what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have a concert to be at? Some teeny boppers to entertain?”

“You sing with me not even two weeks ago and then I never here a word from you. I’m hurt Liz.” He pulls the overdramatic bullshit and presses his hand over his heart. Maybe I should help him along and rip that tongue ring out, maybe the lip ring? It’ll get him closer to being hurt.

“I had no reason to call.”

“Not even to inform me of Nancy and Jeff’s death?”

Liz’s face crumbles and of course Zan rushes to her to make her more comfortable. I’m sure that’s all he’s trying to do. Ughh. Whatever. While Zan leads her to the living room I go get a couple cans of soda. I debate whether or not to put arsenic in Zan’s but then decide for the latter. Don’t need a dead body on my hands.

A half an hour later Liz is sitting on my lap, talking with Zan while I play with her hair. I really have nothing to contribute to the conversation. They’re talking about the past. The past that I wasn’t part of. They have quite the history. They only dated for a few months because Zan’s band made it big and Liz wasn’t comfortable. Turns out her parents thought he was the best thing that ever walked the earth next to their daughter. Zan and Liz grew up with Viv and Kyle, but eventually Zan went on to the singing career, and Kyle and Viv went off to college. Leaving Liz to deal with her parents alone. She said she knew her parents loved her but she had a hard time always feeling it.

Liz’s stomach growls and she starts laughing hysterically. “I see I finally got my appetite back.”

“Well, I’ll go order something. You want pizza?”

‘That sounds gre-“

“How about we all go to Sugar? You’ve always loved that place, Liz.”

“I don’t kn-“

“It’s my treat, and I’ll be honest with you, I won’t take no for an answer.”

What the hell is Sugar?

As much as I want to tell him hell no, when I look over at Liz her face is lit up like a kid who just discovered what a lollipop is.

“Max? Can we?”

“You don’t need my say so. I’ll do anything you want.”


Basically the restaurant is a place that sells mostly desserts. You’d think it was a candy store if there weren’t booths packed to the max.

Ice creams, cakes, pies, and every topping imaginable to put on pancakes and waffles and other signature concoctions are listed on a colorful board in the waiting area.

Then below there is a smaller sign that says, “For those cursed with bland taste buds” and it has a list of burgers and other dishes. No mother in their mother would bring her kid here. They’d leave on a permanent sugar rush.

A waitress notices Zan and leads us to a table towards the back immediately.

After silently battling it out with Zan to sit next to Liz, I win and we begin to eat what we ordered. Liz has waffles with a mixture of different candies and things on it. Zan well, he has a burger. Me? I have chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, topped with cherries, and strawberry syrup. Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Great lunch huh?

Zan keeps insisting he’ll pay. When will he understand that I can afford to pay for it. Let the little guy do it for once alright? Just because he tows in millions of dollars off of a cheesy tune, and has credit cards up to wazoo doesn’t mean squat.

Liz shrieks and starts hyperventilating. What the-? Just then I hear the music getting louder as everyone quiets down.

“Leather Skin
Lately it's what I've been thinking about
This alien girl from above
We can share our love

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

Venusian Queen
You're so bright the sun gets mean
I swear it's a dream
But I pinch myself and your still green

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

I'm head over heels for this space case
Something rhymes and no one fades

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

My head's spinning
Around the world and back again

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human”

Umm?

Liz gets up and rushes around to the other side of the booth. Her arms go around Zan and she gives him a huge hug.

“You finished it! I can’t believe you actually did that? That song was supposed to be a joke!”

“It seemed to go over well with the little crowds we played it for so it’s gonna be on our next cd.”

This is my cue to get my ass in gear. Looking up I catch the waitresses eye and excuse myself to deaf ears. I get up and catch the waitresses arm and ask her for the bill. I go up to the register and pay. I had to. I couldn’t let him one up me.

When I get back Liz has calmed down and Zan’s on the phone. His gaze flies to whatever’s outside and he hangs up.

“I hate to do this Elizabeth but it turns out the press found out that I’m here. I know how much you hate the press. So, I’ll just go pay and I’ll be on my way.” Zan leans down and kisses Liz on the cheek. I’ll tell you one thing, this guy has definitely got a set of balls.

We watch as Zan goes to pay but is told that it’s not needed. He looks over and well, let’s just say that if looks could kill I’d be dead a few times over. He signs a slip of paper and walks out and gets in his limo.

“Max? What was that all about?”

“I have no clue.”

The thought doesn’t really embed itself into her worries and she’s already on to a new topic.

“Sooo….”

“Sooooo…….”

“Do you wanna do something?”

“Sure. You’re gonna have to pick though. It’s your town.”

“How about bowling? We can go to the movies, or we could just rent a few movies. What do you say?”

“Well, personally I’d like to just rent movies. Being all alone with you sounds really good right about now.”

“I know. I’m sorry about that. I honestly wasn’t expecting Zan to show up like that. But thank you for being so understanding. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how do plan on doing that?”

“I’m a lady Mister Evans. I can’t say those things in public.”

“Bullshit. But if that’s the case then I guess I better hurry up and get you alone.” She stands up and kisses me before taking my hand as we walk out.

Liz’s point of View

I have to admit I’m more than eager to be all alone with Max. It was nice to catch up with Zan, but I could tell Max and him were competing. It’s just a shame that Max feels like he should. I’ll have to make sure he knows that he doesn’t later. Oh the evil things going through my head.

We end up going home with three movies. American Pie 2, Bubble boy, and at my persistence, Shrek. What can I say? I love the movie.

Max’s Point of View

I didn’t have the heart to tell Liz I hate Shrek. I tried playing off that I merely don’t like Disney movies in general, but that’s not true. You’ve got to love the classics. It’s not like I’m even watching the movie anyway. Liz is laying on top of me on the couch and she’s watching that odd green ogre thing, and that talking jackass. The only amusing thing is that if you say the lords name quickly a few times you end up saying fuckwad. Seriously, try it. Farquad, farquad, farquad, fuckwad. Ha! It gets you every time. While she’s watching that, I’m watching her. The way her nose crinkles when she laughs, the way she smiles when she tries not to laugh, the way she snorts when she gets laughing really hard, all reasons contributing to the already very long list of reasons why I love her.

When she’s been quiet for a little bit, I bring my hand up to run through her hair.

“Liz?”

No answer.

“Liz, baby?”

Hearing a whimper, I reach for the remote and turn off the movie. I kiss the crown of her head and whisper, “I love you.”

“Forever.” Even in her sleep she responds. I don’t think I can live without her. Not anymore.

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There we go! Two parts! What did you think? Oh! The song was Alien Ant Farm's "Good(For A Woman)" So, loving the feedback! Now I'm gonna be greedy and ask for more. But I'll be nice and say please! Please?
posted on 28-Mar-2002 11:03:04 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty-Two
Liz’s Point of View

I wake up in Max’s arms and I can’t help but snuggle in, in an attempt to hide from the sun’s rays already seeping into my room from between my blinds. I throw my legs over his, and bury my face into his neck. He smells unbelievably sexy. All those nights I spent in his arms I never once tried anything with him? What? Was I on crack? And not once did he take advantage of me either. Huh. Maybe I don’t give him enough credit.

Lifting my head up, I whisper in Max’s ear. “Max? Baby? Wakey, wakey. I promised you a little something, remember?”

Max makes some sort of groaning sound and tries to slap me away.

Did he-? Un-uh. No, I don’t think so!

Lightly placing kisses down his bare chest I try to wake him again.

Once again he swats me away, “Not now.”

What? Is he turning me down? Oh, he’s lucky he’s sleeping.

“Oh, Ma-ax.”

My hand dips just below the band of his boxers and slide them down. I swear this man can sleep through anything. Well, I know at least one part of him is awake. My left hand travels further down and wraps around his arousal.

“Max?” I ask as I lightly stroke him. “Max, make love to me?”

He sits up unbelievably fast causing my grip on him to tighten a little. He obviously doesn’t mind the extra friction when he moans.

“What a way to wake up.” His voice is raspy from just waking up, or is it because of the way he woke up. His voice even contained that nervous laugh he has. His smile is hesitant as he looks at me. I remove my hand and climb on to his lap.

“I meant it.”

“You- you want-.”

“I want the man I love, to make love to me.”

“God, I love you.” His hands come up to cradle my face, and the look in his eyes causes something inside of me to do flip flops. He looks at me as if I’m the only person. Well, that may be do to the fact that I am the only other person in this room, but something tells me it isn’t.

I lean into him and kiss him with everything I have. He’s so perfect, he doesn’t even have nasty morning breath. But maybe I do. Eeewww. I start to pull back, but Max’s hands slide down to my bottom and pulls me up against his erection.

“Somebody didn’t put pants on me last night.” I say in an accusatory tone of voice, as his hands knead the bare flesh of my thighs.

“You’re a big girl. If you don’t like the way I dress you, you’re more than capable of dressing yourself.”

His hands move up to rest on my ribcage, letting his thumbs brush over my bare breasts.
I moan and lift my body high enough off of him to let the tip of his arousal to run over the silky smooth cloth covering my wet heat.

“Are you positive you want to do this, Liz?”

“Yes.” Good girl. I deserve a treat for even being able to think.

Max rolls me onto my back and removes my night shirt. He kisses me softly on the lips before moving his delicious mouth down to my breasts. He takes the first one in his mouth, lightly nipping and sucking. My hands tangle themselves in his hair to hold him close to me. I never want him to stop.

One of his hands slides around my waist and presses my body closer to his. He trails hot open mouthed kisses down my tummy and dips his tongue into my belly button. I never understood how erotic that one movement could be until now. Max swiftly removes my panties, licking and placing wet kisses along the inside of my thighs.

My hands travel down to pull him back up to me, but he gently takes both of my wrists in his hands and place them on my hips, keeping them in place with his own.

“Max.”

“Patience.”

His mouth moves to my wet core and begins to lap up the liquid that has seeped onto my thighs. My hips involuntarily move upward to get closer to that magical mouth of his, but with his hands still firmly holding mine, he pushes me down onto the bed.

His tongue flicks over my sensitive nub, and I can hear myself breathing heavily. But those breathy moans turn into small cries of pleasure when he plunges his tongue deep into my passage.

But just as quickly as he started, he stops. He brings himself back up so that his face is even with mine. His tongue traces my bottom lip then slides into my mouth. I can taste myself in the kiss.

“Do you know how good you taste?”

“Max, please!”

“Please what?”

“I need to feel you.”

His cock slides between my folds and rubs the length of my slit.

“Like this?”

“More.” Ugh. I’m back to whining.

He rubs his lips over mine, “I love you, Liz.” Then at the same time, he glides his cock slowly inside of me and kisses me .

I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

Max’s Point of View

When I reach Liz’s barrier, I stop. I still can’t believe I’m inside of her. She’s absolutely perfect. Her body fits perfectly with mine.

Condom.

“Shit.”

Quickly I slide back out, and I can hear Liz moan.

“Max?”

I reach over to her night stand and open the drawer. My hand blindly searches for the wrapper that need. I have I within my grasp within seconds a sit back to put it on.

“Max? Stop.”

What?

“Like I said before, I want to feel you. You. Not that piece of latex. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

She takes it out of my hand and tosses it across her room, and lays back down pulling me with her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, leaving me to wonder just how flexible this girl is. The position we’re in places my dick right at her entrance. My imagination brings me back to thinking of the small taste I’ve had of her. Remembering how snug she held me inside of her, how hot, and wet she was. I groan and slide back in, except this time I don’t stop.

After breaking through I hold myself still, to let her adjust. I place kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her mouth. I wish I could take the pain from her, but unfortunately I wasn’t born with the power of healing.

“I love you so much.”

She slightly moves her hips, and I start a slow, steady pace. Liz’s arms go around my neck, and presses her upper body more fully against mine.

I start to feel myself getting close, and I want her to go over the edge with me. I slide a hand between our bodies, and rub a thumb over her clit in circular motions. As soon as Liz’s inner walls clamp down around me, I start thrusting faster and deeper. My name on her lips sends me over the edge and I spill myself into her. She holds me close to her until the edge subsides a bit. Her legs finally unwrap and I move off of her.

As the sweat starts to dry I pull the covers up over our bodies. Liz lays her head on my chest and traces some sort of shapes on my stomach with her fingertips.

“Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Kissing the crown of her head, I ask what for.

“Everything.”

“Everything. Liz, I’m not doing anything I don’t want to, really.”

“I know. But we spent how many nights in this bed together, and not once did you try to do anything.”

“Well…”

“Well…. What?”

“I have to admit to something. One night, I woke up and my hand was under your top.”

“How could you?”

“How could I not?”

Liz laughs and lightly pinches my nipple.

“Oww!”

“Wimp.”

“How would you like it if I did that to you?” I start moving my hand towards one of her nipples. But, of course, just before I get to it the phone rings. “Oh, let’s see who saved you.”

Liz moves off the bed to grab her phone. “Hello?”

Damn she has a cute ass. I get up and walk behind her .

“Oh! Hi Kyle…. You’ll be landing soon? Oh, yeah we’ll be there to pick you up…. Of course we didn’t forget.”

I slide my hands around her tiny frame up to cup her breasts. Her voice squeaks when she talks about Zan coming to visit.

“Look, Kyle. I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got to go. No, I’m not telling. I’ll see later. Love ya too. Bye.”

“Love ya too.” I mimic.

“Oh… is my baby’s ego bruised. You know I love you more.” She turns and kisses me on the lips. “How about carrying me to the shower?”

“Why? Does-“

“It’s not that bad. Nut I know something that will make me feel all better.”

“Oh really?” I ask as I pick her up, her arms go around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well what are we waiting for?”

“Hell if I know.” I kiss her one more time before heading to the bathroom.
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I know I'm terrible at updates, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get this scene right. I know I dropped a few subjects int his part, but they are going to be coming into play soon. Don't worry, you will see Zan's perspective. He's not gone just yet. It's just not that easy to get rid of an ex. So! I'll probably post another part for Making Corrections and Unintended before another one for this, but I'll try to get it done as soon as possible! As always thanks for all the wonderful feedback. It's always incentive to write faster. (hint, hint)*tongue*
posted on 28-Apr-2002 9:41:13 PM by maxs silverhandprint
oops! posted the wrong story. hehe. More soon I promise!

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posted on 8-May-2002 5:26:02 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Found my rough draft, a new part tonight!
posted on 8-May-2002 6:07:41 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty Two
Max’s Point of View

“Kyle!” Liz jumps out of the car and runs to Kyle. If I were anyone else I would have thought they were a couple that’s been kept apart way too long. It’s a good thing I have a good sized ego. Not too big, not too small. Ummm…. Yeah.

They make their way over, Kyle carrying his duffel bag, and Liz walking giddily beside him. It’s mesmerizing to just watch Liz. The way her hair swings back and forth, the animated expression on her face, the child-like way her hands are curled into fists by her side. But the one thing that really reminds me of why she has grown to be a major part of my life is when she trips over her own feet, and doesn’t even seem embarrassed.

Kyle throws his bag in the trunk while Liz jumps in the passenger’s side. She turns to me, plants a kiss on my lips and tells me she loves me. Like every time she says those words I grin. I can’t get tired of it.

“I love you too.” I kiss her, getting interrupted by Kyle loudly clearing his throat. Followed by an “icky” that should could have possibly been a two year old.

Liz reaches back and I hear a slight thud as she backhands him across the chest.

“Hey!”

“So, Kyle. How’ve you been?”

“All right. A little bummed that I wasn’t around for Liz when everything happened, but other that that I guess I’m all right. You?”

I slide my hand into Liz’s and pull onto the highway. “Perfect. Well, considering, you know.”

“That’s good. Hey, Liz have you seen Vivian at all?”

“Not really. Haven’t heard a peep.” Isn’t that the one Liz saw with that short red head? “She should be home though, so you know.” Liz squeezes my hand and leans her head back, changing the subject.

Their conversation changes into playful banter. While Liz gives me directions to Kyle’s house.

When we drop Kyle off I can visibly see a change in Liz when she sees his parents anxiously awaiting his arrival. I kiss the palm of her hand, and she rewards me with a smile.

Liz’s Point of View

“Thank you for not saying anything to Kyle about Viv.”

“No problem, what I don’t understand is why you wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him about it. You being his best friend and all.”

“It’s not my place to tell.”

“True.”

Max’s thumb rubs small circles on the back of my hand. He pulls me onto his lap, sitting on the couch.

“Liz, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

What? What! “Shoot.”

“Uumm… I guess there really is no great way to say this but, will you please answer me honestly?” I nod my head and snuggle in a bit closer. “Are you an only sibling?”

Ouch. I pull back and tuck my hair behind my ears. Well, that’s definitely what I wanted to hear.

“No, no. Max just no. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Liz-“

“No, Max. Let’s not.”

I stand up and move over to the recliner.

How do you tell someone you’ve outlived your entire family? I’ve outlived my parents, all four of my grandparents, and my baby sisters. They’re all gone. Hell I have only four aunts and uncles, put together.

“Liz, babe. You don’t have to talk about it right now. I just-“

“You just what, Max? You just want to know my life story? I have two sisters, just like I have two parents. They may be dead, but they’re still mine. They would have been two years old by now. I don’t know. I guess my parents wanted more than just me. Once I hit six they started trying to have another baby. Years after they gave up hope, voila! Happy twelfth birthday, you’re going to have a little brother or sister. My mom was elated. She didn’t even listen to what the doctor’s had to say about possible complications a woman at her age might have. Not even when she found out she was having twins. The guest room? Two years ago it was filled with teddy bears, cribs, toys, and two changing tables. You should have seen it, it was so full of life.”

Max walks over to me and holds his hand out to me. His body is a mess through my tear filled eyes. They’re stinging, but I refuse to let them fall. It’s been forever since I’ve cried over this. But as soon as I fling myself into his embrace I let them fall. I tell him how they passed away. How Christina died hours after she was brought into this world, and how two years later Alisha died of the same complications. Identical twins, identical illnesses. Huh. I told Max about how I blamed my mom, “ I told her it was all her fault. She was too selfish, too uncaring, she should have been more careful. It wasn’t really her fault. Not that it matters now anyway.”

“Liz, you were both hurt. You acted in the only way you knew how. Unfortunately you never got to correct yourself.” His amber eyes are fixed solely on me, but I don’t think he’s actually looking at me.

“Max? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I, uh… I just think I need to give my parents a call.”

“Yeah, you should.”

He kisses my forehead and he walks into the kitchen.

“Mind if I use your phone?” I smile and walk in after him.

“As Faith once said, Want. Take. Have.”

He grins at me and says he’ll have to try it out later.

“Promise?”

“Hell yes.” Max’s smile turns me into putty. I grab a couple cookies and walk out to the living room. It’s amazing how much better I feel now that I’ve been able to let all that out. I curl up on the couch and flip on the television.

Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! You were so bad in bed you made me a lesbian/homosexual.

Haha! You’ve got to love Jerry.

Max’s Point of View

“Hello?”

“Hey, mom?”

“Max! Honey are you okay?”

“I’m fine, ma.”

“When are you coming home? We miss you, I mean you come home after a year, and then you run off with the first girl you see.”

“You’re the one that sent her away.”

“Yes, I sent HER away. Not you. Just how long have you known her anyway?”

“Long enough to know I’m in love with her.”

“Sweetie, you’re too young to be throwing like that around. Those are strong words that have the capability of hurting you or the one you say them to.”

“Mom, I know how I feel. Nothing you say can or will change that.” I peek around the corner and watch Liz laugh hysterically at something on T.V. and pick tiny cookie crumbs off of her shirt, and I smile.

“Fine, if you’re so sure of your feelings towards her then you won’t mind coming out here to pay your own parents a visit.”

“Fine, I’ll just ask-“

“No Max. You live your life she-“

“Mom, I love you but I am not leaving Liz.”

“I’m not asking you to leave your girlfriend, all I’m saying is that… Just take some time to come out and see your family alone.”

“We’ll see. Look, I just called to let you know I’m all right. But if you’re going to sit there and preach to me about my supposedly poor decisions, I’m going to go. I have less aggravating things I could be doing.”

“Max, how practical is it for you to be living out there? What are you going to do? Live off of the money her parents left her? You’re too young to be out living with a girl. You can’t support yourselves-“

“Mom, believe it or not I can get a job. Besides I’m going for my GED in a few weeks and-“

“That’s another thing, what about college? Surely you two can’t afford that.”

“Is it possible for you to be supportive? Just this once? I’ll visit you guys soon enough. Send my love to Dad and Amber, tell her I’ll give her a call later. Bye mom.”

I hang up the phone and lean against the doorway and look at Liz, strewn across the couch, still laughing at the show.

There is absolutely no way I can leave that girl.

“Max?” I shake my head and focus on her.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“So, things went well with your mom?” She moves her body closer to mine and runs her hands over my chest, licking her lips. Went well with who?

“As well as can be expected I guess.” A frown begins to form on her face, and I dip my head taking her mouth in a heated kiss. “No frowns, only smiles.”

“You wanna give me a reason to smile?” She asked biting her bottom lip.

“You bet your hot little ass I do.” I bring my hands down her back to cup her firm ass and lift her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her mouth kisses along my jaw as I lower her down onto the couch.

“So you’re not going to leave me?”

“You heard?” She bites her lip again and looks up at me, nodding her head. “Then you surely heard me say no.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts. I love you, I’m not leaving you.”

Her face lights up and she says, “I love you too.” There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes as she stands on the couch and pushes me down onto it, before straddling my legs. Hel-lo! She rocks her hips against mine, brushing my arousal. I groan and my fingers slide beneath her top, running over the soft smooth skin of her back. Her tongue clashes with mine, fighting for dominance. When my thumb brushes over her ribcage she removes my hands.

“I want to have fun.” She smirks before pulling my shirt over my head, and doing the same to hers, before slowly taking her bra off. She presses her chest against mine, her hardened nipples running along my skin, with every movement of her hips grinding against my arousal.

I clench my fists around a corner of a cushion. She’s too tempting. I begin to lift my hands to caress her, but she stops me.

“Nuh-uh. Try that again and bad things will happen.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

So, of course I had to. As soon as her tongue flicks my collar bone my hands come up. She doesn’t stop me though.

Ring!

No friggin way.

“Leave it.”

She rocks against my erection one more time before happily jumping to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Damn. Kyle. Liz mutters something into the phone and I pull her back onto my lap. Kyle calms down a bit, or at least enough to keep his voice to a level where I can’t hear it. My hands knead her breasts as she continues to reassure Kyle. I let one hand drift down to cup her bottom, pressing her closer to me and up a little higher. I take one of her rosy peaks into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and Liz let’s out a sigh.

“All right! Max! Leave her alone! I need her full attention for my pity party.”

I chuckle and Liz moans again.

“I mean it Max! Otherwise I might find the need to sleep over!”

I quickly let go and lift her off of my lap, placing her beside me. I toss her shirt towards her, and walk into the kitchen.

I can wait.

No I can’r

Sure you can Max. Just think , it means he won’t be sleeping over. I look at her as she stares back at me with hunger in her eyes. Still topless.

Ughh. It’s for the greater good, right?
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I'm sorry it's taken this long! But thank you all for bearing with me! You're the best!
posted on 26-Jun-2002 8:58:25 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty Four
Liz’s Point of View

“I love you so much.” I say as I cling to Max’s tired body.

“I know.” He laughs and I just playfully hit him.

“Always so violent.” He slides a finger beneath my chin and lifts my head, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too.”

“I know.” I breathe out. “We eventually have to get out of this bed. I mean there are so many other rooms to have fun in. Like, there’s always the pool table in the basement.”

“Unfortunately you have to let me sleep sometime tonight. Just like you should.”

“Why?”

“School tomorrow.” Oh yeah. Forgot about that pesky little thing.

“Can’t we play hookie?”

“Don’t I wish.”

Not only would I rather stay home and make love to this man forever, but I really don’t want to go. I don’t want to have to deal with all those fake people who will give me nothing but pity. That and I don’t want to share Max with the rest of the school population.

How is he going to school? His parents worked out a deal with the board of education in California and New Mexico. Since he finished half his senior school year he could continue the school year this year and graduate. Unfortunately he needs all A’s to keep up his end of the bargain. I never thought the boards would go for it, but his Dad is one hell of a lawyer. Considering he still can’t find a rational side to Max and I being together that is.

Max’s Point of View

I hate seeing Liz like this. She’s unsure of herself. I’ve never seen her this distraught about anything besides her parents’ deaths.

“What do you think? The orange too bright?” She asks as she holds out pale orange halter. I make a face, just because I know if she wears it I will think about nothing but her all day. She must take it the wrong way because she quickly discards it in the ever growing pile of clothes at my feet. “How about the pink?” It’s not like it’s her first day at school, I don’t understand girls. Do they do this every day? Because this could suck. I get yelled at if I make the wrong face for an outfit, but if I say I like it then she starts complaining that I’m being agreeable. But isn’t that what they want? To be right? To be assured that they look great? I just don’t get it. “I could always wear my navy blue tank with my jeans and we’d almost match. Wait? We can’t match. It would almost be too Bobsey twins.” I stand up and straighten out my jeans and unbutton the top buttons of my shirt. This must be why we woke up three hours before school starts. We’ve got an hour and the only thing she has decided is what kind of soap and shampoo she wanted to use.

“Liz, you’ll look great in any of those clothes. Just don’t choose anything too… provocative. Namely that blue halter you tried on. Just remember we have three classes together and I need to be able to concentrate so that I can get the credits, okay?”

Liz looks at the clock and then back up at me. “We need more time tomorrow.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you should decide what you’ll where at night?”

She looks at me like I’ve said something wrong.

“No, because I never know what my hair will look like in the morning. But if you keep looking so damn sexy everyday we’ll need the extra time in the morning to… get relaxed.” She kisses my cheek and rummages through her closet. My stomach growls and I slip out of our bedroom and go down into the kitchen to grab a bowl of Lucky Charms and a glass of orange juice. Ten minutes later Liz practically runs down the stairs dressed in the very first outfit she had tried on this morning. I chuckle and put my dishes in the sink. She still insists on rinsing everything before putting it in the dishwasher. She still doesn’t see the irony in it.

“So, do I get a special tour of the school?” I quirk one eyebrow at her as she scarfs down her cereal.

“Of course, I can show you the senior lounge. It’s got a very cushiony couch and barely any teachers go by during first period. Which we both just happen to have off.” She grins at me before getting up and walking over to stand in front of me. God damn.

“Look Liz. We really should-“

“Don’t worry about it. I won’t jump you right now. Can’t smudge the lipstick.” At the mention of lips my eyes drop down and watch her pouty lips as she speaks. Just because of that comment I pull her body to mine and hungrily take her lips. She pulls back, laughing. “You are such a horny teenager.”

“You’re really one to talk.”

“Hmm… You ready to get going? I’ll show you where all your classes are.” She quickly wipes off the rest of her lipstick before sliding on a pair of sandals and grabbing her keys.

I run a hand across my mouth and remove the lipstick she left on me.

Liz’s Point of View

When we get to school my usual parking space is taken. It’s a brand new car. Whosever it is better remember the space was mine. Instead I park at the end as far away from the office as we can get. It’ll buy me some alone time with Max.

He puts up a good front, but I can tell he’s got to feel awkward. It’s been a year since he’s been to school, and now to start it back up again, in a completely different state may I remind you, has got to be taking its toll on him.

“Max?” He stops staring at the dashboard long enough to glance at me. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” He pastes a half smile on his face and gets out of the car.

Max’s Point of View

As we walk into the school hallway I almost expect music to start blaring. You know, the kind that signifies something new starting, right before the character goes and walks into a door, or is hit by a locker door swinging open. I look around and there are clumps of kids scattered everywhere. Over hiding in a corner are kids decked out in black that look an awful lot like the group I used to hang out with in New York.

Across the hallway there are the kids in polo’s and khaki’s snickering at their peers. Typical high school.

“So, which one are you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Which group do you hang out with?”

“You already met him. Kyle. Other than him, anyone who comes up to me.” What she doesn’t realize is that Kyle doesn’t count. He’s in college. This must be what she was talking about. She told me she didn’t have any real friends, she must have meant no real group. The way she acts puts her in with pretty much everyone. She’s got that attitude of one, and the looks and style of another. “But I will let you in on a little secret, there’s an elite group of the science geeks like me who hang out in the lounge during fifth. She grabs my hand and leads me into a room with posters emphasizing grammar on the wall.

“This here would be Mr. Kaszycki. Probably the only teacher in the whole school that will give a hoot about a new student.”

“I don’t have English until third, why are you making me meet him now?”

“If you introduce yourself to him you may not need to get up in front of the class later.” I look at the young male dressed down compared to most teachers and offer my hand.

“Max Evans.”

He looks over at Liz, “A friend of yours I presume?”

“Yes. He has you-“

“Third, I noticed a new student on my roll this morning. Nice to see a new face, without piercings and various colors that is.”

He doesn’t seem that bad. He seems more down to earth than teachers are supposed to be. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It’s just odd seeing a teacher that isn’t old and pruny. Hey, I come from Roswell remember? The place is so friggin small you have the same teacher through-out most of your education.

Liz pulls the teacher aside and I’m left wandering by the door browsing through the collection of classic novels he has in a bookcase.

I pick up a book that is so worn out that the paperback’s cover has fallen off. Just as I flip it over to read the back a body brushes by mine. One problem it’s not Liz. Nope, this girl is too tall. A throaty voice comes from right next to my ear, “Great read if I do say so myself.”

I turn around to find myself face to face with a tall, busty, blonde wearing a bit too much make-up and a fake smile that I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she had surgery to have perfected. She holds out a hand, “I’m Pam.” Really? I couldn’t tell from that diamond necklace spelling it out for me, it is only a mere inch from my face anyway.

“Max.” She slips her hand into mine and lightly shakes it.

“So, your new here right?”

“Yeah?” This chick is scaring me.

“Well, I could show you around if you like?” She bats her eyelashes quickly and I swear it looks like she has something stuck in her eye. She clasps her hands behind her back and pushes her chest out a bit further. She really doesn’t need to do that. It’ll make me…

“You really don’t need to do that.” Shit! Did I say that out loud?

“Don’t be silly!” She laughs out loud. I guess she thought I was answering her question. Huh. Blonde.

Some people’s kids. I think as I shake my head and walk away to find Liz.

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Hehe! I'm back, and no more writer's block! So... tell me whatcha think... please?
posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:07:00 AM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty Five
Max’s Point of View

“So, how’s your day going so far?” I look up at Liz and roll my eyes. She has no idea how today has been going. Pulling a couple strips of paper from my back pocket, I watch as Liz’s eyes get big and her hands start getting a bit grabby.

“What are those?”

I just smile. See? This is me being a freakin’ genius. I saved these phone numbers, just so I can throw them away in front of Liz of course. Why would I want to make her jealous? Because, I’ve learned that unless a female actually sees you doing something that monumental, it didn’t happen. “Ohhhh, just a couple of phone numbers. You L.A. girls are very persistent.

And three. Two. One.

“Who?!?”

“Umm… just let me see, there’s Pam, and uh, Sara? Is that her name? She has nice handwriting.” Liz just shakes her head and makes a sound of disgust. Grinning, I pull Liz close to me and make a big show of tossing the numbers in the trash can.

I kiss the crown of her head and pull her along with me to a spot shaded by a large oak tree.

“Wait! I’m hungry.” Liz exclaims. She doesn’t sound too convincing though as I continue to nip at her neck. I think I picked the perfect spot to spend lunch this afternoon, blocked from prying eyes by the tree.

“Yeah, yeah. What else is new?”

“Dweeb, that’s really not something you want to say to a female.”

“You love me and you know it.” She pulls back and looks at me with a mock glare.

“Nuh-uh! Not unless-“ I start sliding a tray around from the side of the tree. “You. Have. Food.” Liz isn’t even paying any attention to me. I could slowly start transforming into a little green alien, and she wouldn’t know the difference. Nope, not even on her radar anymore. I hand her the turkey sandwich, I had picked up earlier, and she quickly unwraps it. She could give those guys who can swallow chickens whole a run for their money. And I don’t know where she puts it all because I have thoroughly searched every inch of her and she’s still perfect. “I don’t know what I want more, you? Or this sandwich?” She says as she quickly takes another bite. I laugh, just because I know she’s probably serious.

She answered that question fairly quickly, when she finished off the first half and didn’t even bother to say anything before picking up the second. See what happens when you don’t eat breakfast?

“So, I’ve told you about how my day has been going, what about you?” Her face drops at my question, and so does my stomach. I know that look. But she rapidly recovers and she puts on a fake smile saying it was ‘fine’.

“Fine?” I watch as Liz’s eyes begin to fill with tears, and she crawls on my lap hugging her body to mine. “Liz?” When she doesn’t answer me I cup her face in my hands and gently lift her head to look at her.

“Before… well… Every Monday I call- called my parents, you know? Just to remind them that I had to stay after so I would be late in getting home. Not that it really mattered to them. They’d always forget that I had practice or conditioning. Well, anyway during mod four I used the phone and called the house, not even thinking. When the answering machine picked up and my Dad’s voice came on I lost it. I realized I had started to forget the sound of their voices. Then it hit me. They’re not there. They don’t care if I’m late. I could never come home and they’d be none the wiser. It had never occurred to me that I may want to change the message.”

Liz’s Point of View

When I pulled back from Max, I noticed all the attention I had drawn towards us. He never noticed. All of his attention was on me. His hands brushed the tears from my cheeks, his lips lightly brushed over my forehead as he whispered soothing words to help calm me down. When the bell rang he was reluctant to let me go and head to his next class. But eventually he did.

Here I am now, bunched up on the grungy floor in the girl’s bathroom. Not crying, just avoiding people. My so-called friends have all been either sending sympathetic glances or muttering that they’re sorry as the pass me by in the hallways. No one will have an actual conversation aside from Max. You’d swear they think it’s contagious. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as lonely as I do at this moment.

“Liz?” Someone asks, knocking on the stall door. I crawl over and peer out. Keri is standing there looking down at me with a small smile.

What the hell? Keri was on the cheerleading squad with me, but don’t get me wrong, we’re not buddies. Actually, normally she’d go to the opposite end of the earth to steer clear of me. I guess I rub her the wrong way. Or maybe I’m just not peppy enough for her.

“Will you let me in?”

Ha… haha… huh?

“Hell no.” She sighs and plats her Gucci clad ass on the floor next to the stall.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need to talk about uh, well about-“

“Don’t walk on friggin eggshells, Keri. You heard my parents died, now you feel like doing some sort of community service by helping me feel better just so you can feel better about yourself. Well, sorry but it’s not something I want to talk about with a stranger.”

Keri stands up and walks towards the door. Told you!

“You know what Liz? The reason why I WANTED to come here and talk to you is because I know where you are. Before I moved here my parents did in a car crash. I was fifteen. The Archer’s are my foster parents. So, if you ever feel like coming off that damned high horse of yours, then maybe we can actually have a civil conversation.”

I hear the bathroom door swing open and I scramble to get out of the stall.

“Keri! Wait!” She stands in the doorway looking at me expectantly. Who would have thought that below all that cover-up and bleached blonde hair there would have been an actual person? Just because I don’t want to talk about the accident, it doesn’t mean we can’t talk. You could start by telling me what happened to Heather. She used to be a book worm, now she’s right up there with Pam Troy.”

“Then you can tell me all about this mysterious Max guy I saw you with at lunch. Deal?”

“Deal.” You know, Keri isn’t really as bad as I thought.

Max’s Point of View

Bo-ring.

I never liked calculus. It was more or less just one of those courses I meant to drop but never did because of the hot chick that sat next to me. The course itself is a piece of cake. Now don’t get me wrong there are a few attractive women in here, just none of them are MY attractive woman.

“Uh. Excuse me?” I look up at the person who has disrupted my thoughts. It turns out to be an average height redhead who seems to find the cover of her notebook to be the most exciting thing ever. “Um… Maxwell was it? Well, the bell rang about four minutes ago.” I take in my surroundings and new students are beginning to fill in the desks around me. I manage to mutter an “oh” before gathering my books and heading out into the hallway with.. uh…

“So, what’s your name?”

“Marina. Marina Diehl.”

“Well, Marina, I’m Max.” I say holding my hand out towards her. She firmly shakes my hand and I smile. It’s not too often a girl actually shakes your hand. Most of the time they lightly let it rest in yours.

She gives me a smile and starts to talk again. “So, you’re a transfer?”

“Roswell, New Mexico.”

“Seriously? I’m from Covina, I transferred just a couple of months ago.”

“So, what brought you here?”

“My father’s in the military. We travel quite a bit. What about you? What brought you all the way out to sunny California?”

I look up at the classroom door we’ve arrived at. “This would be my stop.”

“Mine too. There’s an empty seat next to me if you’d want to-“

“Thanks. But I’ve got a seat.”

Liz slightly waves at me to go sit next to her and Marina heads back there as well. So, imagine my surprise when Liz automatically grabs my hand.

Liz’s Point of View

Me? Jealous? Never! I’m appalled that you’d even think that! I mean so what?

So what if she has long red hair?

So what if she has larger boobs?

And so what if she has emerald eyes I would die for?

Looking over I watch as Max and Marina quickly jot down notes from the white board. I have no idea what Mrs. Markowski is blathering on about in the oh-so-interesting world of psychology. Probably another reason why someone would slip into the wonderful world of schizophrenia or paranoia. Anyway, whatever the reason, Max looks up at me and grins. Oh the nasty little thoughts that one gesture brings to mind. Suddenly I’m staring at the clock counting down the minutes until I get him alone.

Max’s Point of View

I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that. Marina is just plain freaking me out. I look over to Liz for some help but find her with a similar look in her eyes. Ummm….


“Liz!” Oh god. “I really- really-“ Ummm… what was I saying? Oh yeah. “I shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t be doing this. If anyone catches me- you! I mean you.. uh.. us, I’ll be kicked out.”

Huh? Did that even make any sense? Yes. “Yes. Liz, oh baby you gotta stop or I’ll-“

Liz’s tongue slides over the tip of my cock one more time before I lose it and thrust my hips forward as I come inside her hot mouth.

She just stands up grinning, while wiping her mouth. Umm.. what the hell am I supposed to say? Thank you? I love you? Umm….

As soon as I can actually breathe again, I fix my jeans and pull Liz up to meet my mouth. I can taste myself on her lips. She lets out a small laugh, “Was that good?”

“Not as good as what I REALLY want now, but it’ll tide me over until we get home.” I say as I smile back and begin to slowly place kisses along her neck. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were a cheerleader?”

“Because I’m not anymore. Season is over.”

“Please tell me you still have the uniform.”

She doesn’t even answer me. She merely raises an eyebrow and walks out of the room swaying her hips, leaving me all to myself and the eraser dust.

God Damn.

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I hope that was good! Ummm... thanks for all the feedback! As for an update on Bittersweet, I had one written in my noteboof I kept at school then when I cleaned out my locker I was so happy I didn't need any books or anything I got a little too trash happy and threw it away, so I'm starting over on that chapter. But, maybe within the next week or so. Anyway, feedback is always appreciated!
posted on 2-Aug-2002 12:29:03 AM by maxs silverhandprint
For those of you who wanted to know where you can find Bittersweet December, I have all my stories on the repost board(except "More Than That"). And I also wanted to thank all of you who have left feedback!
posted on 11-Aug-2002 8:51:31 PM by maxs silverhandprint
Chapter Thirty Six Teaser
Liz’s Point of View

Running out of the school I can only think of one thing. Friday. Max doesn’t know it yet but we are going out for some fun. I’m tired of sticking around town, I want to dance. Loud music. Sweaty bodies. The works.

I spot my car with Max in the driver’s seat and make my way over. My body aches from the after school conditioning class I take. Sliding into the passenger seat, I give Max a smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“Do you know how hot you are when your face is all flushed, and your hair sticks to your face?” I blush adding to the redness already present in my cheeks.

“Just how hot?” He brings his hands up to cup my face and leans in towards me. His lips brush mine and I feel myself get ten times hotter, enough to make anyone self combust. I moan as Max slides his tongue in my mouth and over my own. His hand slides along the inside of my exposed thigh, and I pull back. “Home.”

Max sits there looking stunned before he races to get us home. In an attempt to calm myself down I fold my hands on my lap and lean my head against the head rest.

“So, how did your day go?” I ask.

“It went all right, considering it was my first day. The girls here are very friendly.” He replies trying to hold back the grin I know that’s waiting to break through. Of course the green-eyed monster goes and rear it’s ugly head.

He finally lets out a small laugh and slides his hand into mine. I smile and relax the rest of the way home.

“What the hell?”

Huh? I slowly open my eyes and attempt to take in what it is exactly that I am seeing.

Just what is it that I seem to be hallucinating about? Lots and lots of bags, and suitcases. Did I mention there were people with them? Insert unintelligible whine here.

“Max, please tell me this is some fucked up nightmare.”

“Haha. I wish I could.” But I see a small smile growing on his face at who is here. Michael, Isabel, Maria, Alex, Amber, and his parents. Did he decide to throw a party?

“Max?”

He pulls into the drive way and quickly jumps out of the car. He runs and picks Amber up hugging her tightly to him. Me? I’m still sitting in the car. I’m nervous. I know his parents don’t actually like me. I ‘stole’ their baby boy. Their only boy. Not to mention right after he came back home after having run away. I wring my hands out of habit just watch as everyone says hello. Okay, I want to know why everyone is here. I mean isn’t it a bit rude to just show up at somebody’s door with suitcases, especially when you all but pushed the person out your door?

But watching Max interact with them I feel happy, for him. Because deep down I’m trying to figure out why I can’t have the chance to do that with my parents. Heaven knows I wouldn’t take it for granted, not for one second.
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Just giving ya a little sneak peek at what's coming up in the chapter. Obviously I haven't finished it yet, but probably by the end of the week. What do you think so far?