posted on 12-May-2002 6:46:12 PM by Alexandra86
Title: Truth is a Whisper

Author: Alexandra—musicmuch86⊕yahoo.com

Summary: Based on a challenge by clueless on the “Fan Fiction Discussion” board.

Rating: I would say PG-13 to R. Since I am only 16, as of recently, I don’t think I’m comfortable with treading the deep sea of NC-17.

Disclaimer: Roswell is the property of UPN and 20th Century Fox. Any infringement is not intended. All the poems throughout the fic are originals (by me) so don’t steal!

Comments: Hey! I’m pretty new here, but I love writing, so I thought I would take a stab at writing fan fiction. Also, this isn’t a POV fic, only the prologue is POV. Thank you so much Talena, for being my beta!


Prologue

Truth is a whisper and only a choice
Nobody hears above this noise
It’s always a risk when you try and believe
I know there’s so much more in me

Yeah I got caught in the ruse of the world
It’s just a promise that no one ever keeps
And now it’s changing while we sleep
And no one else can see

You know all I am
Feel this moment in you
You know all I am
Can you teach me to believe in something?

-Truth is a Whisper, The Goo Goo Dolls

As I sit here on the grainy California sand overlooking the Pacific Ocean with the world’s most beautiful woman lying in my arms asleep, it’s hard to explain how I got here…how I became the man I am now.

It seems like a lifetime ago, but only a mere decade ago, at the age of 16, I was your typical badass teenager. But the fact is, I was thousand times worse than typical; I was pretty much every parent’s worst nightmare.

I was born, and I had grown up in a large city, Chicago, to be exact. I had everything I ever needed, caring parents, lots of money, and a twin sister whom I trusted. I had even traveled around Europe as a child.

But I didn’t have everything I ever wanted. I wanted the world as a child, and no amount of money can buy you the world. So in exchange for not getting what I wanted I did everything that you’re not supposed to do. I stole from stores, I beat up random people to near death if I thought they had given me the “eye”, I had tattoos, I was in a gang, I smoked and drank, basically, I did every appalling thing in the book of bad.

I really think that if my family had stayed in Chicago I would of died before I was 18. Believe me when I say I had a lot of enemies there. Every time I stepped out of my house, I had to have my gun strapped to me and ready to be fired. If I didn’t, I knew I would of never came home later on that night.

But when I was near my 17th birthday, my dad was suddenly relocated to Roswell, New Mexico and I raised hell there, until something finally bit me on the ass and made me realize all the hell I put upon my family. Pretty damn impossible, huh, someone like me settling down and stopping my bad habits?

It seems impossible but trust me it can happen, and it did happen.

I can only shake my head at what I did all those years ago, but I can’t continue to torture my self over it.

She thought me that many years ago.

Who is “she”? “She” is Liz. Only three letters, but there’s so much more to that name. Every time I say it, every time I hear it, the words, “savior”, “lover”, “wife”, and “mother of my kids” comes to mind.

I met her when I moved to Roswell all those years ago and I love her more than words can ever explain. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but I was too naïve and too stupid to ever admit it to myself.

I didn’t think Liz could ever love me. With the kind of first impression I gave her, hell, I wouldn’t even love me. But I guess you can never choose who you love. And that’s good, because I think if Liz would of never cared for me, or never given me a second glance, I would still be a hell raiser at 26 years old, instead of a loving husband and father of two beautiful children.

Even though I no longer torture myself on my past, I can’t deny my feelings of shame that come through me every once in awhile. The feelings I have hurt, the businesses I have put out of the market because of the harassment I had inflicted on others.

There are just things in your life time that you will never forget, no matter how hard you try, so you just have to take it and learn to deal with it.

It’s been such a long journey that I've had to take mentally and spiritually to finally be at peace with myself. There were habits I had to try hard to break, there was trust that people had to regain, physical scars that had to heal, and there were the wounds that you just can’t cover up with a band-aid.

There’s so much of this story that you’re missing…so much of the story that you need to know and so many blanks you have to fill in to really put together the puzzle of my life and to understand and truly feel our love story.

I only hope that simple words can actually capture the anger, the beauty, and the passion of it all.

My name is Max Evans, and this is my story.

TBC

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posted on 13-May-2002 7:52:10 AM by Alexandra86
Wow, thanks for all the encouraging feedback, it really means a lot to me!

Um, I can't remember all the feedback now, I'm at school at this moment, so as soon as I get home I'll answer (maybe) some questions and post part 1.

Later!

Alexandra
posted on 13-May-2002 5:36:10 PM by Alexandra86
Hey again, thank you for the feedback, the questions you all have are ones I can't answer yet! You'll have to read and see

Part One

Max walked the long night streets of the south side of Chicago. He wasn’t supposed to be there, but then again he never really did anything he was supposed to do. But tonight he had to be there, he had business to attend to. With his long spiked hair, piercings, and tattoos, anyone who dared to be outside that late at night knew not to approach him.

With one pocket filled with a gun and the other with a covered knife, he met up with his large gang, which consisted of many different races. Although they were mostly male, there were two females in the group one was a brown skinned black girl and the other was a pale skinned white girl.

As he approached the group, one of the larger members, Danny, spoke up obviously angry. “What the hell took you so fuckin’ long yo?”

Max looked him up and down and smirked, not one bit afraid. “I had shit to take care of.” He replied in his deep voice. Even though he was smaller than Danny, his whole aura was intimidating. Danny gave a single nod before he backed off and stepped back into the crowd.

Max looked around the group. “Ya’ll ready?” He asked. At the question, the other members showed the weapons they had brought without saying a single word.

Max was the leader there, he was everything they had wanted to touch, but never could.

He nodded in approval. “A’ight, let’s go.” They had a settle to score with another gang. He led the group towards the meeting place, making sure to hide in the shadows. He didn’t need to get caught again. The next time, he would be thrown in jail.

They walked to the warehouse where they were supposed to meet the other gang. This fight was planned down to the tee. The two gangs had been rivals for years and they were finally going to settle the score. Only the toughest would survive.

This was actually the most brutal thing that they would have to do. All of the other things they have ever done were big crimes like burning down stores and beating up people, but they never actually killed anyone. And that’s what they intended to do.

They stood in silence holding their guns and knives in their hands waiting for the other gang to show up. No more than ten minutes later that the other group filed into the warehouse.

“Be ready.” Max told his group as he jumped off the wooden box he was sitting on.

From the other group a young guy, no more than 18 with blonde hair and green eyes stepped forward. “You all will be dead by the time we’re through with you.” He said roughly.

Max glanced briefly at his gang and nodded. It was then that all hell broke loose. Shots rang out, fists flew forward and knives jammed into bodies.

Being the person that Max was, he always had someone by his side, making sure to take the bullet if it called necessary. Max didn’t really care who he was hitting and couldn’t really see who he was hitting, but all he felt were his fists hitting flesh and occasionally he would get hit back. His gun would always be the last resort never something that he would use first.

Ten, or maybe twenty minutes later Max and the other leader were still the only ones fighting. Everyone else was either lying on the ground injured, or even worse lying on the ground dead.

“You’re fuckin’ stupid to assume you would ever win this one Zan.” The guy said, calling Max by his alias as he punched Max in the stomach.

Max quickly recovered and was able to dodge the next hit that was coming towards his face and hit the other guy on this jaw, quickly breaking it. The guy fell to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth.

Max pulled his gun out of his pocket and pointed it in the guys face and smiled as he saw the look of terror.

“You thought you would win?” Max asked quietly as he released the safety. “You ain’t shit boy…you never will be. Never in my town.” He pressed on the trigger nearly all the way. “I bet you’re afraid to die…not me, not ever. I don’t care if I die, but I won this fight so I get the right to choose your fate.” He said even more quietly and eerily. “Live or die…live or die.” He taunted. Max pointed the gun at the edge of the guy’s head and prepared to pull the trigger, but in seconds he changed his mind, turning the gun handle to face the guys head and hit him hard enough to knock him out. Max got up quickly and looked over the area and saw all the dead and undead bodies. He shook away his flash of guilt and ran quickly, making sure to take his knife and gun…the only two things that had his fingerprints.


Max rode his motorcycle until he was a block away from his house before turning it off so his parents wouldn’t hear it. It wasn’t that he feared his parents, it was more like he didn’t feel like dealing with them yelling at him since it was nearly five o’clock in the morning.

He didn’t even feel tired. As an insomniac, he only slept during the daytime so today was no different than any other day.

He quietly put his bike in the garage of their large mansion and crept up to his bedroom. He released a sigh of relief when he figured that no one noticed that he was gone. He went to his bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror to survey the damage.

Little cuts on his face and arms and that was it. He had been lucky to get out of that place alive. He sighed, went back in his room laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to eventually come.

After a half hour of staring at the ceiling he gave up trying to sleep and reached over to his nightstand to get a pad of drawing paper and began sketching a young man who was becoming entrapped by darkness. He had picked up the habit of drawing when he was 5 and his parents noticed he had an extraordinary talent so they provided him with everything he needed to practice it. He could do what most people couldn’t do and that was make the pictures come alive and seem real to everyone who looks at it.

But soon after he started hanging around gang members his time for art got ignored more and more and he deep down, he regretted it. Max regretted a lot of things but he never could, or never would, change his ways around. He hated his new life of destruction but at the same time, he was addicted to it.

Max continued to draw until he fell asleep. When he woke up the next day he was surrounded by his papers and he had pencil smudges on his fingers.

“Max, come down sweetie!” he heard his mother call him from bottom of the stairs. “You’re in time for LUNCH.” She continued with a slight hinge of sarcasm.

Max smirked and put on some pants and walked down the stairs where his parents and his twin sister Isabel were eating a late breakfast.

“Afternoon Max.” Isabel greeted him while smiling. Max smirked back and sat down and nodded at his parents who did the same. The small table held a T.V on it; Max figured that it did because if he and his family had to actually talk more than chitchat they would murder each other.

“…And in breaking news, six teenagers found dead and ten others found injured in south Chicago last night. The police have concluded that a gang fight broke out…” the announcer said from the television.

The table became eerily silent and the others stared at Max as he looked at his plate, carefully chewing on his food.

“Did you know anything about this son?” Philip asked Max cautiously.

A full minute passed before Max answered. “No.” He replied while still staring at his food. “I didn’t know anything about it.”

Everyone knew it was a lie. You had to be blind and deaf to not know that Max was involved in some kind of bad business. With the bruises he came home with, the lump sums of money he suddenly came up upon, and other little things that he had done or said seemed fishy.

Diane got up and put the plates in the sink and began to wash the dishes and tuned out her family.

Philip sighed and put his napkin on the table. “Kids, we’re moving.” He said quickly. He figured that the faster he had gotten out, the better.

“WHAT?” Isabel and Max shouted at the same time.

“We’re moving and that’s final. We’re moving in about a month, August 20, to Roswell.”

“Where the fuck is Roswell?” Max asked bluntly. “And how the hell do you plan on packing up a house this big in only one month?” he asked.

“Firstly son, you will watch your mouth around us. Secondly, Roswell is in New Mexico, and thirdly we’ll just have to get cracking.” Philip replied with little patience.

“But dad.” Isabel whined. “My friends are here, the cheerleading squad is here. I can’t move! I can’t!”

Philip circled his temples. “I don’t have time for this. We’re moving, that’s it, no arguments, and no nothing. Be ready in one month.” He then got up and retreated into his office.

“Mom, why?” Isabel asked as she turned towards her mother who was humming while still washing the dishes.

“You’re father got a better job offer in Roswell, that’s why we have to move.” She answered shortly before continuing her humming.

Isabel and Max looked at each other before they both left the kitchen. They walked toward the living room.

“Yo, can you believe this shit?” Max asked Isabel as they sat on the couch and flipped on the TV to MTV.

Isabel shook her head and watched the new Incubus video, Warning. “Max?” she asked.

Max looked at her from the television. “What?”

“Did you kill anyone last night?” She asked quietly.

Max stiffened. “I didn’t have shit to do with what happened last night.” He easily lied.

“Whatever Max, we all know you had something to do with every gang occurrence in Chicago. We’re not stupid. That’s probably the reason we’re moving now, because of your fucked up life.” She said, chewing him out. “Why can’t you be normal for once and do something decent with your life? Would it kill you?” She asked him, angry that his behavior was most likely the reason they were moving.

Max got a shocked look on his face before shaking it off. “You don’t know shit.” He said before getting up from the couch and retreating to his room. He sat down on his desk chair and got a six-pack of beer from the small fridge in his room. As he drank, he began to wallow in self-pity.

His life was so screwed up. Here he was, rich and talented, yet he spent his nights narrowly escaping being murdered. He shook his head. He couldn’t pinpoint how he gotten so drunk on the violence and the danger. He couldn’t figure out when exactly he began drowning.

He began to drink the beers one by one until he eventually passed out.

TBC

Next part, we see what Liz and the rest of the Roswell gang are up too...feedback would be nice *happy*

-lexa

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posted on 13-May-2002 7:21:15 PM by Alexandra86
quote:
talena originally wrote:
You finally posted it! Wow! I really love your beginning (as I've already told you) and as promised, I'm leaving feedback. Post more soon ok?

Okay boss *big* LOL
posted on 16-May-2002 4:35:58 PM by Alexandra86
Thank you very much for the feedback:
Bubbles, the better twin, Wench on a Leash, Icerose, Jeremiah, Gab7tvm, Eye Candy Freak0607, TrueLoveConquersAll, b4echstarrynite, Kitcat26, Apathygirl666, talena, tabasco sauce, roswellluver, Pixie, frenchkiss70, Sarah_Copley, TransparentClear, Legal Alien, Roswelllostcause, marteloise, Kimberline, Eerie, Shorty828, Nana, AZNroSweLl anglegrl, dancepixie, abbs007, and roswellover

New part will be up tonight or tomorrow afternoon *happy*

alexandra
posted on 17-May-2002 8:35:14 PM by Alexandra86
Part Two

“Lizzie, babe, I hear a new family has finally bought that mansion on Kryptonite street.” Maria said to her best friend Liz while helping her close up the restaurant that Liz’s parents owned.

“Really?” Liz asked awestruck. That house was huge and no one who actually lived in Roswell could afford it. “Are they famous or something?”

Maria gave her a look. “Uh, Liz, sweetie, no sane famous person would ever be caught dead here.” She told her while quickly putting her long blonde hair in a high ponytail.

Liz laughed. “Okay, you’re right.” She went over to the door to lock it and close the windows. “So, you know anything about this new family?”

“Well, they’re rich, obviously and they have two kids who are about our age. They’ll be here by the end of August, in about two weeks.” Maria said nonchalantly while reaching for a broom and proceeding to begin sweeping up around the dining area.

“Maria, how in the world do you find out all this information?” Liz asked, looking slightly amazed.

“Alex, of course. The Internet can tell everybody something, although, I’m beginning to think that Alex IS the Internet. And, also, of course the fact that someone is moving into a mansion in Roswell will automatically become big news around town.” She stopped sweeping and stared at her friend. “You, my dear brunette friend, have been living under an incredibly large rock.” She said teasingly.

Liz groaned and rolled her large brown eyes. “Don’t remind me, I've been working practically all summer with no break. The only vacation I had this whole summer was in July.” She let out a sigh. “I can’t wait until school starts back up.”

Maria shook her head and laughed. “Only you Lizzie, only you.”

Liz smiled and let out a little laugh. “What can I say ‘Ria? I’m a proud nerd.”

Maria laughed while she put the broom back in the janitorial closet. “Lizzie, sweetie, I've got to go before my mom dies of a heart attack, I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?” She asked.

Liz nodded and smiled at her friend. “Of course. Bye”

“Bye girl!” Maria replied as she left through the back door of the Crashdown. When she was gone Liz began putting all the cleaning supplies up and slowly retreated up to her room after making sure everything was locked and all the burners were turned off. Her parents had left her to manage the café for a week and took a second honeymoon vacation in Las Vegas.

As she got into her bed, she wished that Maria had been able to stay for a sleepover because she hated being in the building at night when her parents weren’t there. All the creepy sounds that she heard at night sometimes freaked her out and they were easier to deal with if there were someone else there.

She sighed and tried to sleep. When she found that she couldn’t, she put on her slippers and quietly walked out onto the balcony she had. In the sixth brick from the bottom on the farthest right corner of the balcony wall, she pulled out her journal. She didn’t quite feel like writing yet, so she just read her entries, which had started from when she was in the 9th grade when she began to develop a deep passion of writing. She hoped one day to make her own magazine, but it didn’t seem all that possible, since she was also shooting for a career in the science field.

She had to smile at some of the silly things she had written when she was only 14 years old. She had written mainly about cute boys and small crushes she had. It wasn’t until deeper in the journal had she began to see entries with more meaning, base, and passion to it. Like when her Grandmother Claudia had died, she had written four full pages about how heartbroken she was at the loss of the person she had ran to for skinned knees and had thought to be one of the coolest person ever.

She began to read about the loneliness she had felt all through tenth grade. Sure, she had always had Maria, Alex, Michael, and Kyle, but she had always felt that there was something missing from the equation.

She flipped through the pages until she found an empty one and began writing, with her hands in a trance; she began writing a poem about everything that she had been feeling that night.

The shadows that are left to mourn
The precious lives that has been borne.
The unjust of lonely eyes
The countless tears that I have cried
So sweet so freeing
The passionate feeling of it’s being
The fear that has harbored here will slither away
For fear is the demented demon’s snake
And love is the absence of hate
So when will I take it’s bait?

Liz sighed with contentment; it was like writing had made her feel a million times better than she had before. She quickly put her journal back in its hiding spot and went back in her room to sleep.

* * * *

Max gazed around his large room and wondered how the hell he could pack up everything in only two weeks. For the two weeks after he found out that they were moving, he had mainly procrastinated and hadn’t really done much to start. Instead of packing, he spent most of his time reeking havoc in Chicago, although he made sure to stay away from his gang. He knew that most likely they would want to kill him for abandoning them in the warehouse to be arrested.

He sighed and looked under his bed and started to remove all of his weapons before he did anything else. He didn’t want to take the chance that his mother might start on his room and have her find all those things.

He took all of the many knives, and the few guns out from under his bed and looked for a box to put them in. As he put them in there, he wondered to himself if the people driving the trucks to Roswell actually looked through the boxes. Oh well, not like he really cared in the first place.

He taped up the box and with a permanent marker, he wrote “MAX’S THINGS”.

He continued packing things from his room and putting them in various boxes. In only about two hours he was done and the only things left to do were his closet and his bathroom.

“Max?” he heard his mother say from his door way.

“Yea mom?” He responded while turning around to face her.

“Oh…I just wanted to see if you were finally starting to pack.” She said with a small laugh. “I was starting to think that maybe I’d have to do with myself.”

Max mentally patted himself on the back for deciding to start packing up today. “Well, I’d never want you to go out of your way mom.” He said dryly.

Diane rocked on her heels and slowly came inside her son’s room and sat down on the bed. “Looks like you’re almost finished.” She observed.

Max looked at her impatiently, wondering what she wanted. “I didn’t exactly have a lot to do today.”

Diane nodded and sat quietly for a minute, thinking to herself. Max soon got tired of her just sitting there and wanted her out of his room. “What do you want mom?” he finally snapped.

Diane’s head snapped quickly, broken out of her thoughts. “Max…I just wanted to talk to you about moving to Roswell and how it’s going to be…different there.”

“What do you mean? Besides the fact that I’m moving to some fucking no name town in the middle of nowhere?” He asked, a bit sarcastically.

“No, more like the fact that this behavior…it can’t go on in Roswell. You can’t start fights or steal, or whatever it is that you do here. Roswell is a nice town Max, I don’t want it to go down.”

Max shook his head. “Whatever.” He said, while turning away from her and going to his closet to start packing up his clothes.

“No Max, you can’t say whatever to this. I can’t have you embarrassing our family with your violence. Roswell’s a lot smaller than Chicago and the gossip travels around a lot quicker there.” She shouted to her son so he could here her in the closet.

He came out from the closet carrying a bundle of clothes. “Who cares? You’re making us move there so I’m going to act however the hell I want to act.”

“NO, Max, you can’t. I know I haven’t been that strong with you kids, but I’m tired of this Max…you can’t just do whatever you want to do anymore. You’re still 16, you’re still under my care so what ever I say goes.” She said, growing angry with her rebellious son.

Max stared at his mother, unnerving her. “Well? Do you hear me?” She asked standing up and crossing her arms.

“Nope, I’m sorry, but I don’t really hear you.” Max replied quietly before dropping all the clothes into a newly labeled box. “In one ear, out the other.” He mumbled even quieter.

She stared unbelievably at her son before quietly leaving the room. It wasn’t until she heard the door slam behind her that she let the tears fall down her face.

What happened to her once happy family? She had given Max everything he could of needed as a child, but yet, it just wasn’t enough for him. He had grown apart from their family and began doing dangerous and sinful things. She bit back a sob, rubbed on her thick cross that lay on her chest, and walked silently to her nearly empty bedroom and read her bible while she waited for her husband to come home.

TBC

Feedback, please *happy*

alexandra
posted on 17-May-2002 9:11:27 PM by Alexandra86
Why oh why has this board forsaken me? ...It's giving me a lot of trouble for some reason.

alexandra
posted on 24-May-2002 6:34:54 PM by Alexandra86
Okay, I am so so sorry for the wait! My internet was down while my dad tried to put in the DSL connection.

Sorry, I'll post a new part as soon as possible

alexandra

Ps. Thanks for the feedback!
posted on 31-May-2002 8:32:29 PM by Alexandra86
Note: Hum…so you want Max and Liz, huh? Thanks for the FB I appreciate it. Oh, and Michael and Maria aren’t a couple yet. Sorry for the wait.

Part Three

The plane landed smoothly in the dry desert climate of Albuquerque, New Mexico and Max let out a sigh of relief. Plane rides were never his favorite part of traveling, every bit of turbulence that he felt made him flinch with worry and fear that the plane was going to crash. He wasn’t afraid of dying; it was more of the fall that worried him.

“Welcome to Roswell,” the pilot said on the speaker. “Temperature is 92* Fahrenheit, with sunny skies…”

“Uh Max, you could like, you know, move now,” he heard Isabel say, using her very sarcastic voice.

Max glared at her and got up from his seat to remove his carryon luggage from the compartment on top of them and Isabel repeated the action. They followed their parents, who were sitting one row ahead of them, to the airport.

As they walked towards the baggage claim, Max rolled his eyes angrily at the stares he felt coming from other people walking around the terminal. With his spiked hair, the tattoo on his revealed arm, and eyebrow piercing, the staring from the people in Roswell was unavoidable. But still, he hated being started at…he’d much rather blend into the crowd and be unnoticed.

That was another down point of moving to Roswell. He could no longer blend into the crowd and do whatever he wanted to do and rarely be recognized because of the large population. But now, it was damn near impossible.

He looked so out of place walking with his family that it was almost funny. Isabel had the long blond cheerleader hair, and his mom had the blue eyes and blond hair. They looked like the perfect mother and daughter. And of course, his dad looked like the distinguished lawyer that he was.

“…Max, did you hear what I just said?” His father asked, taking Max from his wandering thoughts.

Max looked at him. “No.” He responded with the perfect aloofness, an aloofness that he had practiced.

Phillip sighed. “I said that once we pick up our luggage, you, Isabel, and your mom will wait by the entrance while I bring the new car we bought. Understand?”

Max nodded and they proceeded to do just as Philip ordered. While they waited for him, the stood in silence, not really talking to each other.

After a few minutes had passed, Diane tried to make idle conversation. It was too quiet…Max was too quiet. “You kids okay?” she asked.

“I’m good mom,” Isabel answered brightly. She had a bright smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked at Max and waited for him to answer their mom. She let out a sad sigh when he didn’t.

She hated the way Max treated their parents. Like they didn’t mean a damn thing to him. Sure, she was pissed off too that they were leaving Chicago, but she stopped being mad a while ago. Money was money, and if her dad had a chance to make more, than she had no problem with it.

And anyways, anything that could get Max away from Chicago was good. She hoped that living in a hick town like this would help him change his ways. Sure, she was sacrificing her big city lifestyle, but Max was her brother and she would do anything to keep him away from the dangerous lifestyle he held.

A car honked and they all looked to see Philip waving at them through the window of a brand new black Mercedes Benz.

“This car is awesome!” Isabel exclaimed once everyone had gotten situated in the car. “When did you get it?”

“We got sealed the deal right before we stepped on the plane. I had someone drive it out here and put it in the parking lot.”

“Well it’s very cool dad.” Isabel said while smiling at him. She looked at Max and waited for him to say something.

“We’ve had better.” He said shortly and Isabel flinched. It just seemed like Max would never change. Only a miracle could make him better.

They rode silently for an hour to their new home. Max shook his head in belief as he saw all the alien propaganda that came up as they neared Roswell.

“I didn’t know it’d be this damn crazy here.” He heard Isabel mutter to no one in particular. He smirked, glad that she was letting her Mother Teresa act fade.

They drove for another thirty minutes before they entered the long circular drive of their new home.

Max looked at it appreciatively. “Nice.” He muttered. It was even bigger than their house in Chicago. Max may have loved the dangerous life, but he also had a fine appreciation of the wealthy life.

“Oh my God!” He heard Isabel exclaim in an extra perky cheerleader like voice. He cringed at the sound.

“Mom, dad, this is amazing!” Isabel said.

“We knew you would like it princess.” Philip responded with a smile.

Max looked at the scene with disgust. He could only hope that the Brady family persona they had going on would stop soon before he killed himself.

“So.” Philip said with a loud clap of his hands. “The moving truck is supposed to be here in about a half hour, so we can go inside and wait for them. After they come we’ll go to a restaurant here called The Crashdown and tomorrow, we can start unpacking the boxes.”

Max, Isabel, and Diane slightly rolled their eyes at the name of the restaurant. The cheesiness of this town was almost too much to bear for all of them.

“Then,” Philip continued, ignoring their eye rolling, “I want you, Max and Isabel, to pick out your rooms so when the movers get here, they’ll know where to put everything.” He finished.

They all nodded and then entered the house and began taking the long tour.

*

“…So today is the day that the new family moves in.” Maria announced to Liz as they stood in the kitchen waiting for their orders to complete.

“Maria, you are like, obsessed with this family.” Liz responded with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Liz is right,” Michael said while ringing the little bell on the counter, signifying that the orders were ready. “You are obsessed.”

Liz picked up her plate and Maria followed. “Thank you Michael.”

Maria rolled her eyes at the both of them and continued talking. “I know I’m obsessed, but this is the biggest thing to Roswell. No one knew what the hell the construction people built that mansion for, and now the reason is moving in.” They both began walking towards the diner to deliver the food that was in their hands.

Liz just shook her head, smiled, and went to her customer. Maria had been her best friend since they were in diapers, but sometimes she could be a handful.

About two hours later, when the lunch rush ended Liz and Maria sat at the counter and both ate a slice of blueberry pie.

“I adore your moms pie’s.” Liz said while sighing contently.

“They’re the best.” Maria agreed.

The restaurant was nearly empty except for three other people there, all finishing their meals. Liz loved the time of the day where it was quiet, but she knew in only an hour the dinner rush would begin.

“So Liz, about the family…” Maria started.

“Maria!” Liz exclaimed. What was with this girl and the new family?

“Oh come on Liz, don’t act like you’re not interested in what there like, because I won’t buy it…not one bit.”

Liz rolled her eyes and prepared to answer when the door opened and in walked what she thought to be one of world’s sexiest men appear with an older woman, a girl about his age, and an older man.

“…Holy shit…” she heard Maria breathe out.

They both got up at the same time and looked at each other, wondering which one would go help their new customer.

“Liz, didn’t you say something about being tired?” Maria asked sweetly. “Go rest babe, I’ll take care of him…them.”

Liz smirked and started to say something when one of Maria’s customers called for her. They both looked over to the woman who called and Maria let out a quiet moan of accepted defeat.

“Oh well.” Maria said while turning away. But the next hot guy who comes in here is mine!” She said with a giggle and walked away.

Liz laughed lightly and turned towards the family who had seated their selves in a booth. She grabbed four menus and walked towards them.

“Hi, I’m Liz, I’ll be your waitress today.” She said while trying not to stare at the strangely alluring guy. She gave each of them a menu. “Uh, why don’t you look over the menu and I’ll be back to take your orders.” She walked away to where Maria was standing waiting for her.

*
Max looked at the brunettes retreating form. Liz…her name was Liz. Liz had an almost uncanny resemblance to Audrey Hepburn and it made her seem even more beautiful in his eyes, even with that ridiculous green uniform she had on. He shook his head slightly to get the thoughts out of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was make some sort of attachment to anyone in this town.

He opened his menu and looked over the food titles and shook his head in disbelief.
‘What the fuck was a moon burger?’ he thought to himself, growing more annoyed and frustrated with this town.

Liz came back to the booth with an ordering pad in her hands. “So, can I help you with anything?” she asked.

Before anyone else could say anything, Max quickly responded. “Well first of all, you can tell us how the fuck we’re supposed to read this damn menu.”

Diane put her hands to her chest. “Maxwell! Apologize now!” she exclaimed, horrified at how he was treating the young girl. Philip and Isabel could only sigh with annoyance.

Liz put up her hand. “No, it’s okay.” She said sharply. She put the ordering pad in the pocket of her uniform. “I’ll get Maria to serve you.” She turned to walk away, but looked back at them one more time. “Sorry your son is such an asshole.”

Max frowned. “What a bitch.” He then smiled. So the town wasn’t as boring as he first thought it would be.

TBC
posted on 21-Jun-2002 11:40:20 PM by Alexandra86
Hey, last Friday my computer crashed and I haven't been able to go one until yesterday. I lost all my files, but I managed to save Truth is A Whisper on a disk, thank God. So, I'll update this one soon, once I re-download all my important programs, like WORD.

Thanks for the feedback *happy*

alexandra
posted on 24-Jun-2002 2:50:48 PM by Alexandra86
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. I hope you like the part and feedback, please *happy*

Part 4

Liz walked angrily towards Michael and Maria who were talking casually by the counter near the stove. The site of Maria flirting to Michael, who had know idea what she was doing, didn’t even phase her, like it usually did. She stopped in front of them.

"What's wrong?" Maria asked, immediately noticing the angry look on Liz's face.

Liz shook her head, not being able to respond. She was so angry with that guy for talking to her like that. Like she was some sort of lesser being to him. He was hot, and that was all he had going for him.

"Liz, what's wrong?" Maria asked again, more worriedly, when Liz didn't answer her the first time.

"That guy," Liz started off slowly. "Has got to be the biggest asshole I have ever met in my entire lifetime."

"What did he do?" Michael asked, almost mad himself. Liz had been one of his closest friends since the third grade and someone disrespecting her pissed him off because he always felt the need to have to protect her. She was like a sister to him.

"He's so cocky and mean. When I went to get his order, he asked me, 'how the fuck are we supposed to read this damn menu.' I mean I understand if he had a hard time reading it but he was so blatantly rude, it's not even slightly humorous." Liz said, crossing her arms over her body.

“Want me to kick his ass?” Michael asked seriously.

Liz shook her head. “That won’t fix anything.”

"What did you say back to him?" Maria asked in awe. She couldn’t believe that the hot guy was such an ass wipe.

"I said to him that I would get you, Maria, to take his order and I told his parents that he was an asshole," Liz answered, proud of herself.

"Wow, I guess being rich doesn't make you nice, huh." Michael said.

"What?" Maria and Liz asked at the same time, confused.

Michael made a face at them. "Duh, those people there are the new rich folks coming to town. Maria, I don't know about you, but Liz, I'm surprised you couldn't connect the dots."

Liz rolled her eyes dramatically. "Great, just what Roswell needs, a rich asshole." She muttered to herself.

"I guess I'll go take his order now." Maria said moving slowly towards their table and sounding as if she was being sentenced to death, instead of taking some guy's order.

"No, it's okay Maria, I'll take it." Liz said, calming down a little. Before anyone could respond, she turned on her heels and headed back towards her table. It wasn't what she wanted to do, but it was a job and she needed to get paid.

She once again stood in front of the table. "IF," she started out loudly. "You want help with the menu, then ask. I will be kind enough to help you out."

Isabel, Philip, and Diane nodded, while Max held a smirk of amusement on his face.

"Hi, I'm Isabel." Isabel said, smiling brightly. "Uh, I just want a club sandwich, what would that be on the menu?"

Liz smiled at Isabel; glad she didn't have the same asshole-ness that the guy sitting beside her did. "A club sandwich would be a Marswich on the menu."

Isabel nodded. "Cool. I'll have that. With a Cherry Coke."

Liz wrote that down on the order pad and raised her head up to look at Philip and Diane. "And you two?" She asked.

"A Greek salad?" Diane asked simply.

"That would be the orbit salad." Liz responded.

"I'll have that then, with a diet coke." Diane ordered.

"And I'll have that too, with a coke." Philip said next.

Liz nodded as she wrote the order down. She cringed, when she realized she would have to get the asshole's order next. "And you?" She said to Max with clenched teeth.

"First, my name is Max. And second, why don't you read the whole menu so I can have a proper assessment of what the hell I'm going to be eating." Max replied, still smirking.

"Well, Max, I don't have time to read the whole menu. Why don't you look at the ingredients that are under each menu item and figure it out yourself." Liz responded with clinched teeth.

"Well-"

His mother interrupted him. "Max will have the same thing Isabel's having. And I'm so sorry for his behavior."

"No problem." Liz muttered while leaving their table to put the order in. While Michael was preparing the order, she took the drinks to their tables.

“Any thing else?” She asked them, before she waited for their orders to come in.

The all shook their heads, even, to Liz’s surprise, Max did. She glanced at him quickly, noticing the way he seemed subdued and melancholy before she left back to hang out with Maria who was sitting at the counter.

“Was he still being an ass?” Maria asked, when she saw Liz had sat next to her.

“No, he wasn’t.” Liz responded. “He seemed almost sad,” She continued in a faraway voice. “I wonder why…”

Maria turned around and glanced at their table, noticing the same thing Liz did earlier. “Strange.” She told her.

Liz nodded. “Very.”

“Oh my God Liz, you have to see the dress that my mom made me for homecoming.” Maria said, changing the subject. Her mom was famous around Roswell for making the best dresses and having the best sense of style.

“Maria, homecoming isn’t until October. It’s August.” Liz pointed out, humor flashing in her eyes.

Maria rolled her eyes. “Liz, Liz, Liz…what have I said to you about being prepared?” She didn’t wait for Liz to respond before she went on. “You can never be to early.” She finished simply.

Liz laughed. “Well, what does it look like?”

“Well, it’s pink, its kind of flow-y, totally late 60s, early 70s kind of outfit. And she made me a purse too--”

Michael’s impatient ringing of the bell interrupted Maria. “I’ll tell you later,” Maria finished.

Liz nodded. “It sounds awesome so far, after work I’ll come buy your house and take a look at it.” Liz replied before heading towards Michael to pick up the order.

“Here you go.” Liz said, as she put the orders on the table, giving the right order to each appropriate person. She took the bill from her pocket and placed it in the middle of the table.

“Any drink refills?” She asked, before she would leave their table for the last time. The whole table replied no, so she left quietly.

* * * * *
Later on that day, Max laid on his king sized bed and quietly watched The Simpsons on the television, too subdued to do anything else. Occasionally, he would laugh at the jokes, but otherwise, he was quiet.

He got like this sometimes. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but occasionally, he wouldn’t be in his normal mood. He was retreating inside himself. It had happened earlier today, at the restaurant and it had stayed this way for the past 3 hours.

This behavior worried his family more than when he was being bad. To his family, he seemed almost suicidal when he was like this.

Finally, for the first time in two hours Max took his eyes off the television. He glanced around his room, noticing how much he still had to unpack tomorrow, when he got up the next day. And then he still had to register at West Roswell High School. He rubbed his hands on his face, suddenly not wanting to do anything at all, but draw.

He picked up his art supplies, which were one of the first things he had unpacked and got up to go to the side of the other side of his massive sized room, where his easel was. He put the paper on the easel and got up his art pencil and just began free drawing.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to draw so he just began making a face and filling in the features. His hands moving rapidly along the sheet, he didn’t pause once, until an hour later. He pulled back his hand and gasped at what he drew.

That girl. Liz.

He had captured all her features perfectly, from the scar on her eyebrow, to the little cleft on her nose. He didn’t even realize that he was thinking about her.

He put his pencil down slowly and removed the paper from his easel and carefully folded it up and put it in one of his folders. He couldn’t look at the drawing. He couldn’t get attached to anyone in Roswell because he was leaving as soon as he turned eighteen and wasn’t planning on looking back or having someone here to hold him back.

He heard a knock on his door. The door opened slowly and Isabel came into view. “Max, mom wants you to come down for dinner.” She said quietly, noticing that Max was still in a mood, she was worried about him but she knew in this mood, he wouldn’t talk to her or anyone else. “It’ll be ready in five minutes.” She saw Max nod and she closed the door, and headed back downstairs.

He slowly went to the bathroom to wash his hands and went down to the kitchen to join his family for dinner.

TBC
posted on 30-Jun-2002 8:58:00 PM by Alexandra86
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posted on 2-Jul-2002 12:52:00 PM by Alexandra86
Part 5

“Max, wake up!” Isabel yelled while banging on Max’s door, it was the first day of school and if Max didn’t get up soon, they would be late.

“I’m up!” Max shouted back to her, annoyed. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had barely gotten any sleep last night. He slowly got up and walked to his bathroom and took a quick shower. The last few days had been hectic with registering for school and unpacking all of his belonging. He got out of the shower and changed into a baggy black tank that showed off his tattoo and black leather pants.

When he was finished he saw Isabel waiting for him in the kitchen, by the backdoor. “Why you waiting?” He asked while reaching in the fridge.

Isabel rolled her eyes fiercely. “What do you mean why am I waiting? I thought we were taking the SUV to school today?”

Max shook his head. “Nope, I’m taking my motorcycle.”

“I don’t even know why I bother.” Isabel muttered to herself. “Anyways, Max, I hope you’re not going to cause trouble in the school.” She scolded him, remembering all the times he got suspended for fighting at their old school.

Max closed the fridge. “Listen, don’t bother with the talks, I already got enough from mom and dad last night. I don’t need it from you either.”

“Don’t embarrass me.” Isabel said before opening the door and heading out towards her car.

Max shook his head and looked at the time, realizing he was going to be late if he didn’t leave in the next five minutes. He sighed and picked up the lone folder he was going to be taking to school the first day, not wanting to go at all.

He walked outside and sat on his red motorcycle before leaving and heading towards the high school. He wanted to drop out by now, but he knew his dead would cut him off his money if was to do so.

Once he got there, he immediately began to notice the stares, he was getting, and he hadn’t even taken off his helmet yet. He got off his bike and locked it and took his helmet, and the stares got worse. He groaned to himself, everyone in Roswell was so straight laced. Most of the students he saw while walking to the entrance looked like they stepped off an Abercrombie and Fitch billboard ad.

He walked in the school and saw his sister waiting inside the door. “Finally,” Isabel said to him when he walked in. “We have to go the office.” She pointed to some guy with a letterman jacket on. “Brad said he’d show us the way.”

Max shrugged. He followed Isabel and Brad and watched with a little amusement as some of the people in the hallways began to stare at him. Brad stopped off at the office.

“Here it goes.” Brad said. He smiled flirtatiously at Isabel. “So, I’ll call you, right?”

Isabel nodded and smiled back at him. “Right.”

“Later Max,” Brad said.

“Whatever.” Max replied and opened the door to walk inside the office. Isabel followed and they walked up to the secretary.

The blond secretary, who looked no older than 25, looked Max up and down with lust in her eyes and Isabel shuddered, remembering Max’s fling with someone about her age when he was 15. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Max smirk.

“Can I help you?” The secretary asked.

“Yes, we’re Isabel and Max Evans, new students.” Isabel said impatiently.

“Oh, I have your files right here in front of me.” The secretary said, handing them their schedules.

They left the office, and stood in the hallway. “What do you have first period?” Isabel asked.

Max looked at his schedule. “Spanish 3.” Max responded. “You?”

“Creative Writing.” Isabel replied while walking towards the English wing. They had taken a tour two days earlier so they knew where everything was.

Max looked around the near empty hall, wanting to split. He looked at the schedule, finding the class number and walked slowly towards his class. When he got there, he knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

A small woman opened the door and motioned for him to enter the class. “Como te llamas?”

“Me llamo Max Evans.” Max responded easily. He’s been studying Spanish since he was in middle school. That was the only topic he could stand, besides science.

“Bueno, y me nombre es Sra. Lopez.” The teacher said.

Max walked into the back of the classroom, aware of the stares, and sat somewhere he knew he would be bothered much.

*

Liz sat with Maria, Liz, Michael, and Alex, another friend of theirs at the lunch table.

“So I have that guy in my Spanish class.” Maria announced.

“What guy?” Alex asked her, before taking a bite of his pizza.

“The asshole from the restaurant who gave Liz a hard time two weeks ago.”

“Oh, that guy.” Alex responded, remembering Maria giving him the long-winded explanation.

“Oh, there he is now.” Maria said, pointing him out. The whole table looked up and saw Max walk pass them without a glance and sit by himself under the shade of a tree.

“He looks like he’s in a band, do you think he would join The Whits?” Alex asked.

“Don’t you even try it.” Maria told him.

Liz smiled at her friends and looked up again. “There’s Isabel, she was nice. Maybe she should sit with us.” Liz didn’t wait for anyone to respond before she waved Isabel over.

Isabel walked shyly towards them. “Hey Liz.” She said, sitting down next to Liz.

“Isabel, these are my friends Maria DeLuca, Michael Gueirn, and Alex Whitman.” Liz said introducing them. Isabel smiled at them.

Alex was smiling goofily at the gorgeous blonde. He didn’t even register the fact that Maria was hitting him on the shoulder until she let him have it with a real hard whack. “What?” He asked her, annoyed.

“Nothing.” Maria smiled at him. “I just wanted to tell you to stop gawking.” She said silently for him to hear only and Alex blushed.

“Have you seen my brother?” Isabel asked suddenly.

The four other people at the table pointed towards the tree, where Max had a pad of paper out and was drawing.

“Okay, I was just wondering if he actually stayed.” Isabel laughed to herself. “I better not bother him now.”

“What’s that guys deal, anyways?” Michael asked her.

Isabel thought for a moment, wondering how to answer that question. She barely even knew what his deal was. “He’s just got caught up in the wrong things back at Chicago. He’s been like that since he was 12.”

“What kind of things?” Maria asked, interested.

Isabel sighed. “Stupid things. It’s best to just leave him alone.” She finished, not wanting to tell all of Max’s business.

The others at the table nodded, understanding that Isabel didn’t want to reveal everything about Max.

Max began walking over to where his sister was sitting and the table was silenced when he got there. “Can I see your keys?” He asked Isabel, ignoring everyone else.

“Why?” Isabel asked him, surprised.

“I’m not feeling to good and I want to go home. I left my house keys there.” Max told her, aware that everyone was listening. He was lying to her though, he was feeling good, but he left his cigarettes at home also and he wanted a smoke.

Isabel shook her head. “No. Wait until school is over.”

“Yo, I said I wasn’t feeling well, I can’t wait until school is over.”

Isabel got angry. “Oh please Max, you and I both know that you’re not sick. And we both know the real reason why you want to go home. Forget it, I’m not giving you my keys.”

He glared angrily at Isabel. “Fuck you.” He muttered before walking inside the school. He couldn’t stand it here in Roswell. It would be easier to go to the store and get a pack, but he also forgot his fake ID at home too.

“What was that about?” Liz asked Isabel. “Is he always such an asshole?”

Isabel nodded. “Yes. I can’t believe him.”

The rest of the table was silent, after seeing Max in action for themselves.

The bell rang and everyone left to go to his or her afternoon classes.

TBC
posted on 7-Jul-2002 10:43:40 AM by Alexandra86
Thanks for the feedback! *happy*

Part 6

Max walked slowly into his Honors Chemistry class and sat in the back, hoping no one would notice him. Soon, all the other students began trickling in the class and finding seats.

He looked down at the ebony table, waiting for the class to start when someone placed their books loudly beside him. Max looked up and was shocked and angry to see Liz, the girl from the diner.

“What?” Max asked rudely.

Liz rolled her eyes at him. “This was the only available seat left. Don’t worry, the teacher will probably put us in partners and hopefully, I won’t be stuck with you.” She smiled, widely, but obviously fake.

Then a small, plump, blonde woman walked quickly inside the class interrupted their short conversation. “Hello, welcome to your first day of Honors Chemistry!” She exclaimed happily. “I’m Mrs. Templeton, your teacher. The first thing I’m going to do is pair you into partners for the whole semester and after that we will go into the class rules.”

A few of the students groaned at the prospect of being put with a partner, and Mrs. Templeton clapped her hands loudly. “I know, I know. But you’ll have to work in partners to be successful in this course.” She smiled at the class and got out her already made list.

“Okay, Tamika Douglass and Eric Brennan is our first pair, Maxwell Evans and Elizabeth Parker are in the second group…” and she went on, calling off names from her paper.

Max looked at Liz. “Your full name is Elizabeth Parker?” he asked her, hoping she would say no.

Liz nodded. “Maxwell Evans?”

He nodded and they both groaned, realizing they would have to be working together for the rest of the semester.

Liz looked Max up and down. “You know, you don’t exactly look like you belong in honors chemistry.” She told him flatly.

Max smirked at her. “Looks can be deceiving. Besides, didn’t you parents ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?”

Liz scoffed. “Please. Like you have layers. You’re just some asshole. You proved that two weeks ago at The Crashdown and you proved it two hours ago by the way you treated your own sister.”

Max shook his head. “Whatever Parker.” He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, as if daydreaming.

Liz sighed. She couldn’t believe she would have to work with him for five months.

*

Max sat on his porch, waiting for Isabel to get home so he could get in the house. As the minutes passed by Max got more frustrated with her. He just needed to smoke a cigarette so his nerves would go down.

Finally, he saw Isabel’s midnight blue SUV pull up and he looked questionably at the red Jetta that followed.

“What the hell took you so long?” Max asked as soon as Isabel stepped out of her vehicle.

Isabel rolled her eyes, used to Max’s tantrums. Soon the people in the car behind her began filing out.

“Max, I’m sure you know Liz.” Isabel said, pointing at the short brunette. “These are Liz’s friends, Michael, Maria, and Alex.” Pointing to each in turn. “They wanted to see the house.”

Max didn’t say anything and they all stood, uncomfortable. “Could you open the door?” Max asked her.

Isabel sighed and walked past Max, the others following her, and opened the front door. “Happy now?” She asked him.

He didn’t bother to answer and went inside the house, disappearing after going up the stairs.

“I do not like that guy.” Michael said, echoing the others thoughts.

“Well, Max isn’t always like this. He’s just…difficult sometimes.” Isabel said, defending him. “Come on, let’s take the tour.”

They all followed Isabel as she led them around the lower level of the house. Then, they went upstairs, only to be bombarded with the loud sounds of Staind in their ears.

As they went through the hallways they passed by Max’s room first, his door wide open they saw him smoking on a cigarette and drawing on his large easel. Isabel made sure that everyone passed his room quickly, not wanting Max to think they were spying on him, but Liz stayed behind.

“Those things kill you.” Liz said as she stepped inside his room and looked around briefly. “Don’t you watch those TRUTH commercials? Ammonia. Rat poison. All that other bad stuff.”

Max glared at her upset she interrupted him. “I didn’t ask you.”

Liz shrugged. “So? I’d rather not die of second hand smoking.”

“Then why don’t you leave? You don’t have to smell it.” Max retorted.

Liz didn’t go away but stepped farther into his room and peered at Max’s drawing, which was the beginning of a beautiful scenery. “That’s really good. When it’s finished, you should enter it into an art contest. You’ll probably win.” She said, trying to be nice to him.

“Go away Liz.” Max snapped, frustrated that the girl wasn’t running away, like everyone else did.

“You have a great talent.” Liz said, ignoring his comment. “You shouldn’t kill yourself with cigarettes.”

Max ran a hand through his hair. “You live, you die. That’s life. Doesn’t matter when it happens and it doesn’t matter how it happens.”

“You don’t care if you die?” Liz asked, interested by his comment.

“Why should I?” Max responded. He grimaced when he realized he was pouring out too much of his soul to her. “What do you want?” He growled. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Liz stepped back, frightened by his sudden change in behavior. “Why do you have to be such an ungrateful asshole?” She asked him.

He gave her a look. “Why do you have to be such a nosey bitch?”

Liz gasped and took a step forward, ready to slap him on the face when Isabel grabbed her arm. They didn’t even notice she had entered the room.

“Ignore him Liz.” Isabel whispered while pulling her out of the room and closing the door behind them. “Maybe you should stay away from him.”

Liz shook her head. “It’s hard to stay away from a guy when he’s your chemistry partner. Isabel, why is he like that? It’s got to be more than falling into the wrong crowd.” Liz pointed out.

Isabel stopped and faced Liz. “Listen, I can’t tell you that. That’s Max’s business and his business only. If he wants to tell you, then he will. Otherwise, I’m sorry, but I can’t betray his trust like that.” She paused. “Liz, Max is complex. One minute his an asshole, another minute his damn near suicidal, and the next, he’s normal. If you want to know why, he’ll have to trust you.”

Liz nodded. “Okay.”

Isabel smiled. “Come on, the other’s are in my room.” They walked inside Isabel’s room.

*

Max breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door slam and the Jetta leave. Seconds later he heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and his door opened.

“Max.” He heard Isabel say to him.

“What?” He asked, ready to hear her long speech.

“Would it kill you to be nice to them?” Isabel asked him, referring to Liz, Michael, Alex, and Maria. “They haven’t done anything to you.”

“I don’t talk to them. The only reason I talk to Liz is because she came in my room and bothering the hell out of me.”

Isabel smirked at him. “Oh please, you’re crushing on Liz, and that’s why she gets to you so much.”

“What the hell? No I don’t!” Max quickly exclaimed.

Isabel laughed at him. “Sure you don’t.” She grew serious. “If you do like her, don’t ruin it by continuing to act the way you do.”

“I don’t like her.” He told her. “Why don’t you get out of my room?”

Isabel opened her mouth, preparing to say something when she heard the door open.

“Max, Isabel, we’re home!” They heard their parents call.

Max shot a death glare to Isabel. “I don’t like Liz. Case closed.”

TBC

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posted on 16-Jul-2002 1:24:42 PM by Alexandra86
Hey clueless, are you trying to give me a hint? LMAO. Thanks for the bumps, new part tomorrow *happy*

alexandra
posted on 17-Jul-2002 2:30:16 PM by Alexandra86
Thanks for the feedback everyone...I really appreciate it! *happy*

Part 7

Max walked inside the school the next day wearing blue jeans and white tee that had the sleeves cut off. He was tired out of his mind. His insomniac tendencies had kicked in the night before and he had barely got any sleep. On his way to his locker he got taken aside by one of the guys that had been over his house the day before.

“Max?” he asked. “I need to ask you a question.” Alex asked him. Maria would kill him for what he was about to ask, but he was getting desperate. They were going to have a show in a month and they still couldn’t find a decent guitar player.

Max looked at him, annoyed. “Who are you?”

“Um, Alex Whitman.” Alex replied. “I was over your house yesterday…”

“What do you want?” Max asked him, wondering why he was bothering him.

“Uh, I have a band, named the Whits, and we’re desperately looking for a guitar player. I was just wondering if you would like to join?”

“Are you kidding?” Max asked, trying hard not to laugh.

Alex shook his head. “No, I’m not kidding.”

Max shook his head. “The answer is no. I draw, I don’t play the guitar.” He said before walking away.

“You sure?!” Alex called out.

“Positive.” Max responded, not even looking at him.

Alex watched him, defeated. “Well, at least Maria won’t kill me now.” Alex muttered to himself before turning the other way and heading off to his first class.

* * * *

Max walked inside his Spanish class and sat down in the seat he claimed the day before. Once everyone was in there, the teacher came in the room and announced that they will be put in partners for the day.

Max didn’t pay attention to who Sra. Lopez was making partners so he was surprised when he saw that girl from yesterday put her books next to his seat and look at him crossly.

“I hope you know.” She started. “That I was trying to get your attention but you ignored me, and that is something I defiantly do not appreciate.”

Max glanced at her. “Whatever.” He said.

“Maria Deluca is my name. Learn it. And you know what? My best friend is Liz Parker and I remember how pissed off you made her and that is negative points for you.” Maria continued

Max looked at her with a smirk of amusement. “Sure.”

“And you better not piss her off while you two are partners in Chem.” She finished.

Max began getting annoyed by her ramblings. “What are we supposed to be doing?” He asked, the tint of amusement in his voice gone.

“If you were paying attention you would know that we’re supposed to be making up five sentences in Spanish and going up to the front of the class by the end of the period to present them.” Maria responded.

Max rolled his eyes and began working. Maria was way too much for him, too talkative and too loud.

* * * *

When lunch came around Max went back to sit under the same tree he had been sitting under the last time. He sat silently and ate an apple, while he watched those around him. It was like any other typical high school. The pretty cheerleaders and the big jocks sat at one table, while the geeks sat at another, the stoners sat far away from everyone else, while the hip hop kids sat near the middle, listening to loud rap music. And then of course there were the kids who didn’t belong in any crew.

He leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes, wanting to get home. He opened his eyes when he felt something blocking the sun.

“Max Evans?” a girl’s with bleached blonde hair and blue eyes asked. He assumed she was trying to found sexy.

“What?”

“My name is Pam Troy.” The girl, Pam said.

“So?” Max responded, using his same aloofness that he used with everyone.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hook up later on today?” Pam asked his aloofness didn’t faze her.

Max looked up again and began to check the girl out. She had a pretty face, big boobs, a nice body, but there was something off about her. “What do you mean by hooking up?” He asked, wanting to see what she would say.

“I think you know what I mean.” She responded, smiling at him.

Max thought for a minute. Sure, the girl would be good for a quick fuck, but she was obviously a slut. “I’ll get back to you later.” Max responded.

Pam gave a big smile and went back to her friends, who were all watching them. On her way to her table, she passed by the table where Alex, Michael, Maria, Isabel, and Liz were sitting.

“Who was that?” Isabel asked them.

“Pam Troy.” Maria responded. “School slut. And usually, I don’t call girls sluts, but this girl brags about every blowjob she’s given. So, slut fits her well.”

“She’s probably got every STD known to man.” Michael stated. “I’d warn Max if I were you.”

Isabel nodded. “I will.”

Liz looked up from the book she was reading and let out a snort of laughter. “And he’ll actually listen?”

Isabel shrugged. “He listens to me…sometimes.”

Liz stood up from her chair. “I’m going to the library, I have to look up something.”

“I wonder what’s wrong with her today?” Alex asked seriously. Everyone looked at each other, not quite sure what to say.

Two hours later, Liz walked in her Chemistry class to see that Max was the only one there. Not even the teacher was there yet. “You’re here early.” Liz stated when she got to his table.

Max shrugged and didn’t answer. Liz reached in her book bag and got the thing she was looking for at the library and handed it to Max. “Here.”

Max looked at her questionably and took the paper from her hands. In big bold print, the front of the paper said, “HOW TO QUIT SMOKING”

“What the hell is this?” Max asked her.

“Can you read?” Liz responded, a tint of annoyance in her voice.

“Why don’t you get out of my business? Do you have some malfunction that you need to butt your nose into everything?”

“My grandfather died from lung cancer. Just thought you would like to quit before you die from cancer or some other lung disease.” Liz responded quietly.

“Sorry about your grandfather.” Max said, showing a rare view of emotions. “But stay out of my business.”

“You’re impossible.” Liz responded.

Max smirked. “Uh huh.”

“And I wouldn’t sleep with Pam Troy if I were you. She’s a walking STD.” Liz continued.

“Who?” Max asked, confused.

The classroom began filling up with students so Liz lowered her voice. “You know, the blonde girl who you were talking to at lunch.”

“How would you know if she wanted to sleep with me?”

“Please Max. You have a dick. Of course she wants to sleep with you.” Liz responded while rolling her eyes.

Max let out a rare laugh. “Well thanks for the warning.”

Liz smiled at him. “No problem.”

Max looked at her for a second, but glanced away when the teacher came into the room and called the class into attention.

TBC
posted on 23-Jul-2002 2:19:02 PM by Alexandra86
Hey, I swear I'm going to update this one during this week, but I want to update Young America (which will be updated today or tomorrow) first...*happy* Thank you for the bumps and the feedback!

alexandra
posted on 29-Jul-2002 1:00:52 PM by Alexandra86
Note: I'm suffering through serious writers block and this took forever to write. The writers block is cause by the fact that I have so much shit to do that I think I'm going to have a break down. Thanks for the feedback and bumps, I really appreciate it *happy*

alexandra

Part 8

Ecstasy is all you need
Living in the big machine, oh you’re so vain.
Now your world is way too fast, nothings real and nothing lasts
And I’m aware, I’m in love and you don’t care.

Turn your anger into lust
I’m still here but you don’t trust at all
And I’ll be waiting.
Love and Sex and happiness
Take what’s yours and leave the rest, so I’ll survive.
God it’s good to be alive…
Big Machine - the Goo Goo Dolls

The Crashdown was getting ready to close that Friday night and Maria put the music on while she cleaned. Michael was cleaning the kitchen, while Maria mopped. Liz had conked out a half hour earlier and Maria took pity on her and prepared to lock up.

“This is the only decent music you like.” Michael said, coming out of the kitchen. Referring to her playing the Goo Goo Dolls.

Maria stopped singing along to the music. “I’m so glad you approve.” She replied sarcastically. “I’m sorry but not everyone can head bang to Metallica.”

“Whatever. At least it isn’t Fiona Apple, like last time.” Michael said, crossing his arms.

“I happen to like Fiona Apple, jack ass.” Maria said haughtily.

“Angry chick music. Great.” Michael replied shortly.

“You’re living up your legend of being the man with little words.” Maria said.

“Good to know.” Michael said, not moving.

“Dude, do you want something? Why are you just standing there?” Maria asked him after a few minutes.

Michael shrugged. “You almost done?” he asked, avoiding her question.

Maria looked at him questionably. “Yes, I’m almost done. Why do you ask?” she asked him.

“You know, I just wanted to make sure that you got home alright.” He answered after a few minutes.

Maria smiled. “You’re so sweet Michael.” She said, blushing.

Michael blushed faintly. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I only said that I wanted to make sure you got home okay.”

Maria smirked and dropped the mop and began walking slowly towards Michael. “Is that so Guerin?” She asked.

Michael let out a cough. “Uh huh.”

Maria didn’t even know what she was doing. She had a crush on Michael since she first met him and now she was actually acting out on all those things that she felt for him. ‘Oh well,’ she thought to herself. ‘I guess it time to turn into a new leaf.’

Michael looked at her wearily, wondering what had gotten into her. Did she know about his feelings?

She walked closer to him, until her body was mere inches from him. “Do I have to make the first move, or do you?” She asked him.

Michael couldn’t deny her anymore and reach down and pulled her into a fierce kiss. “God Maria…” he moaned.

Maria reached her hands behind Michael’s head and tousled his hair. Their kissing went on for a few more minutes before Maria pulled away from him.

“What?” Michael asked, confused.

“How far are we going to take this?” Maria asked him.

Michael shrugged. “How far do you want to take this?”

Maria looked in his eyes. “Lets go to your apartment.”

“Are you sure?” Michael asked.

Maria nodded. “Very sure.” She said before taking his hands and walking in out of the Crashdown, but not forgetting to lock up the doors.

* * * *

Liz slowly went back to her room, shocked at what she had just witnessed. She always knew about Maria’s crush on Michael and Michael’s feelings about Maria, but she hadn’t expected to see that. All she had wanted was a glass of milk and she had almost gotten a porn show between two of her best friends.

She was glad for her friends, but she hoped they knew what they were doing and that they were going to be careful.

Liz sighed and fell back on her bed and went under the covers, preparing to sleep. She let out a groan of dismay when she found out she couldn’t fall asleep after fifteen minutes.

It was that damn Max on her mind again. Something about him kept drawing her towards him. And even though she desperately wanted to fight it off, she always found herself thinking about him.

She basically had a crush on a guy that smoked, had tattoos, probably drank, and had a piercing in his eyebrow. Liz shook her head and let out a small laugh. She knew she would have a hell of time trying to explain that to her parents. He was nothing like the last boyfriend she had.

Kyle had been an all American guy. He was captain of the football team, he was on the honor roll, and he was a gentleman. The only reason Liz had broken it off with him was because he started talking about marriage and she knew she wasn’t ready to even think about that.

But the strange thing is that he had been nothing short of an asshole to her and she couldn’t help caring for him. She had even gone as far as to bring him a packet on the dangers of smoking.

She couldn’t figure out what it was that made her have these feelings towards him. Maybe it was the bad boy persona he had to him? Or the way his normally dark and gloomy eyes glowed in the sunshine. Max Evans was everything she wasn’t and she wanted him.

She let out a sigh. “I’m hopeless.” She muttered before letting her eyes close and falling asleep.

* * * *

Max lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He liked Liz Parker. He liked the one girl who’s been able to seriously get on his last nerves. The one who dived into his business and got him a pamphlet on how to stop smoking.

He liked the girl who only had one piercing in each ear. Who probably isn’t even allowed to get a tattoo or another piercing in her ear.

Max chuckled. It was funny because they were complete opposites. He usually went for girls who lived life like he did, fast and reckless. He had even dated a woman who was 25 when he was only 15. Well, you could barely call it dating since all they did was sleep together and they couldn’t be seen together or she would go to jail. The only person who had known about it was Isabel.

He hadn’t even really liked the older woman he slept with. It was just more of the fact that she was older than him that drove him towards her, also the fact that she seduced him. It gave him a sense of pride to know that she wanted him, when he was ten years her junior.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned over to the table next to his bed for his sleeping pills. He rarely used them because he enjoyed the night and enjoyed staying up late, but in Roswell there was absolutely nothing to do at night, so he had to either stay up staring at the ceiling or fall asleep.

There was nothing he wanted more than to get out of this town. Roswell was a joke. Nothing more than some houses, schools, and lame ass alien themed stores. There was no way his father could of made more money here than in Chicago.

He was stuck, and there was no one who could help him get out of it.

TBC
posted on 12-Aug-2002 3:23:53 PM by Alexandra86
Thanks for all the feedback!! I'll be updating this in the next few days *happy* I hit a block that I think I may have gotten over

alexandra
posted on 15-Aug-2002 1:25:16 PM by Alexandra86
You know what would make me write faster? Go here and interact!!

Pop Trash Culture

*big*

alexandra
posted on 21-Aug-2002 8:24:29 PM by Alexandra86
I figure a quick sorry won't cut it, so I'm here to explain exactly why I haven't been updating.

Truthfully speaking, I've been way to busy. Pop Trash Culture is starting to pick up and I've spent these last few weeks working hard on it.

I'm truly sorry that I've "ignored" writing this and Young America. And I'll try to update both stories before I go back to school, on Monday (the 26th)

Sorry again,

alexandra *happy*
posted on 11-Sep-2002 4:54:10 PM by Alexandra86
My prayers are to everyone who lost someone and the souls who were lost, September 11, 2001. You'll be in my hearts on this tragic anniversary.

http://www.september11victims.com/september11victims/victims_list.htm
posted on 14-Sep-2002 8:42:32 PM by Alexandra86
Is this story being discontinued? The answer is No, not yet.

I haven't had anytime with school starting, Pop Trash Culture, and my own personal issues that I need to deal with. Also, I have no idea what to do with this story, and I'm going to give myself a month to really think about it. I've had other ideas that I want to write and I think focusing on those stories would be a better thing for me to do.

Thank you so much for the patience and the feedback. I really appreciate it.

alexandra