posted on 13-Oct-2001 9:29:12 PM by VenusStar
Title: Charming the people
Author: VenusStar
Disclaimer: Are you kidding me? I do not own anything
Rating: Pg-13
Category: Max and Liz (if you hadn’t already guessed)
Summary: (AU, no aliens) Max is a famous singer in a boy band (he is the lead singer and guitarist). He is also notorious for his looks. He has millions of women and girls that are in love with him, resulting in him being extremely cocky and arrogant. But (there is always a ‘but’) Liz is not among those many adoring fans. Also, Michael and Kyle are also in Max’s band. It is called Storm. They are currently on tour. (Guess which city they are in? lol) Maria is a famous singer also, but she isn’t in the band. She and Michael are dating. Isabel is Max’s sister and occasionally does backup vocals for the band. Tess is a famous actress that keeps trying to get Max to go out with her. Liz is living in Roswell with her best friend Alex. She and Alex have been inseparable since they were toddlers. Liz is 16, and everyone else is 18. Liz, being the genius that she is, skipped a grade and is a junior. The rest of the gang are seniors.
Author’s Note: This is my first story. Although I have dozens floating around in my head that I haven’t written down yet. (Sorry, maybe later!)
Feedback: Write it if you can, but I would really appreciate it if you did.


Max sighed in relief after just signing the last autograph for the afternoon. He turned to his best friend, Michael, “You up for a game of basketball?” Michael’s face brightened while he tried to ease the writer’s cramp he had developed from signing autographs for three hours, “Definitely!”

Thirty minutes later, their tour bus had found the local park for the town that they were currently touring in. Roswell or something like that. Max, Michael, and the other band members played two full games before taking a break. Suddenly one of the guys let out a low whistle, gaining the attention of the rest of the group. Following his gaze, Max saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and, in his business, that was saying a lot. She had beautiful long, brunette hair that hung loosely around her face, shielding some of it from his view. She seemed to be intently focused on what she was writing in a little book as she sat against a tree in the grass. Max smirked at Michael, “I think that it is time for me to find my ‘companion’ for the evening.” Michael just rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Whatever, man.”

Max confidently strode over to the girl. When he was only a few feet away from her, he just stopped expectantly. After a couple of minutes, she turned to him with annoyance clearly in her features, “Is there something I can help you with or do you just have a staring problem?” Her focus went back to her writing. Max’s eyes widened in shock and surprise before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You do know who I am, right?” he asked. “Yep.” she replied without even looking at him.


Max decided that she was just playing hard to get. That had to be it, right? A clear challenge. And who was he to walk away from a challenge?

With that thought in mind, he sat down beside her, only leaving three inches between them. “I’m Max Evans. Yes, yes the Max Evans.” he stated with an overwhelming amount of arrogance. “Good boy! You get a cookie now.” she retorted in a tone of sarcastic derision and patted his head to add effect. She turned her attention back to her writing. A frown resided on his face until he replaced it with his patented, surefire sexy smirk. The one that had made all previous girls melt. He put his hand high on her thigh, and she looked up. He let his eyes roam over her body before connecting with her eyes. “How about you accompany me to dinner tonight? And we’ll........just go from there.” Although his words were innocent, his suggestive tone and actions behind them made his true intentions very clear. The girl, whose name he still didn’t know, just stared at him with an unreadable expression. That irritated him more then he wanted to admit. He had always been gifted with an ability to read people’s expressions to accurately judge their feelings and the line that their thoughts were on. That was until he met this girl. He was jolted out of his reverie when she suddenly slapped him. She removed his hand from her leg, and stood up. After collecting her belongings, she turned to him and said, “How about you get a reality check?” before calmly walking away. Max just sat there blinking repeatedly and holding his cheek. She had turned him down. Him! And insulted him no less!

After Max had gone over to the girl, Michael had turned to the guys to talk but had waited for the inevitable squeal of delight from the love-struck girl. When none came, he and the other guys turned to watch the little drama. They had even jokingly given a play-by-play. The whole group erupted in laughter when the mystery girl slapped Max. “Max just got dissed!” Kyle managed to get out through his laughter.

Max was still sitting there when something caught his eye. He leaned forward to pick it up. A library card. Turning it over, he read the name on the back.

Liz Parker

He smiled and stood up. He started walking back over to the guys when he noticed them laughing. Michael tried to compose himself. “How did it go?” he tried to ask innocently. He failed when he couldn’t hold in his laughter. Max angrily stormed over to the tour bus while hearing Michael yell, “Max, do you need me to get you an ice pack for that cheek?” Max tried to ignore him and continued searching for the person he needed. Finally he found him at the back of the bus. “I need you to find out everything that you can about this girl.” Max ordered and handed the man the card. “Y-yes, sir.” the man stuttered. He had never seen Max so angry. With a smug, calculating smirk, Max stared out the window. You may have won the first round, Liz Parker, he thought. But the next time we meet, it won’t be a repeat of today. That is a promise.

Yes, I am back! Did anyone miss me? Hm? Write me feedback if you did!!!!!!!! That is an order!.


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posted on 13-Oct-2001 9:54:58 PM by VenusStar
Part 2

~Two hours later~

Max and the guys were just hanging out in the bus. Kyle decided to have some fun with Max. “So, Max, who are you going to take to dinner tonight?” Max just glared at Kyle’s smug face. “Watch it, Valenti.” “Well,” Kyle started, “you could always call Tess. She, unlike the sexy, little spitfire that you met today, would drop everything to go out with you. She would just jump onto that little private jet of hers with hopes of jumping you.” Max’s glare intensified, “Tess is a repulsive, pathetic gerbil and I would rather gouge out my own eyes then spend an evening with her. Is that clear?” Their argument was interrupted by a voice. “Max! Max! I finished the search on the girl. This is what I found out.” came the voice of their manager’s geeky assistant, Aaron. “Oh! Excellent! Let me see.” Max eagerly snatched the papers. Even though Max had the papers, Aaron went into a verbal explanation for the benefit of the other guys.

“Her name is Elizabeth Harmony Parker. She is sixteen and the daughter of Jeffery and Nancy Parker. Her parents own the Crashdown Cafe and live in the apartment above the restaurant. She works in the family restaurant part-time. She skipped a grade, therefore making her a junior at West Roswell High. She has all A’s and the highest GPA in her class. She was highly praised in her school file. She spends her summers as a volunteer at the local hospital. They usually have her playing with the cancerous children trying to make them smile. So, in summery, she is basically...America’s sweetheart.” Max just stared at the picture that Aaron had been able to acquire. She is absolutely gorgeous. She has eyes unlike anyone that he had ever met before. They drew you in. Into her spell. “Well, I know where I am going for dinner. After all, I have a library card to return, don’t I?” He stated with a smile. “But, Max, you can’t.” Michael said, thoroughly enjoying bursting Max’s bubble. “Why not?” Max asked clearly irritated. “Because we have a promotional dinner tonight. Remember? Or has she stolen your brain along with you dignity? You can flirt with Spitfire some other time.” Michael replied. The guys had decided earlier to call the feisty brunette, Spitfire. It suited her. Max wordlessly walked over to the nearest wall and banged his head repeatedly against it. “But *bang* I *bang* don’t *bang* want *bang* to.” he whined like a child. He suddenly turned around and faced Aaron. “I want you to hire a private investigator. You got the official stuff, and I really appreciated it. But I want him to get the personal stuff. All right?” Aaron nodded, already knowing who to call.

~Later on that afternoon~

Jack Traiborn walked casually up to the Crashdown. He had hidden a tiny camera in the collar of his jacket and held the clicker firmly in his right hand. All he had to do was press the button on the device to take a picture. When he got in the building, a tiny, brunette young lady walked up to him with a sweet smile. “Hi. Go ahead and choose a seat, and I will be back in a minute to take your order.” she said while handing him a menu before leaving to serve another customer. He chose a booth off to the side where he could watch her. A minute later, she reappeared in front of him. “Have you decided what you want yet?” He quickly looked down at the menu for the first time. He ordered the first thing that he saw. “I’ll have a Will Smith and a coffee, please.” She nodded and, with that, she was gone. He stayed all afternoon studying her and taking pictures ever so often. She was an amazing girl. He could see why Max Evans wanted her so much. Captivating girl. He really didn’t want to tear his eyes from her for one second but knew he had to every once in a while so that she wouldn’t get suspicious or think that he was a psycho or something. He got up when they closed but didn’t leave the parking lot. He watched as the girl and some boy that he had noticed at the counter all afternoon started cleaning the place. {author’s note: ok, imagine Alex, but with more muscles. In this story, he is on the basketball team or he was during basketball season. So basically, he is our Alex, but built.} They were laughing, talking, and joking around. All of a sudden, the guy jumped up on the counter and pretended that a broom was a guitar. The girl, Liz or something, was rolling on the ground with laughter. Jack quickly took another picture. After the two had finished cleaning, they sat in one of the booths. The boy had his legs propped up on the table and an arm wrapped around Liz. She was curled up against his side sleeping with her head nestled under his chin. He softly stroked her hair as he too drifted off to dreamland. Jack knew that Max would not like this at all, but you could see how close these two are. It was the perfect picture. Impossible to pass up. Click!

Jack followed Liz again the nest day. He found out that the guy’s name was Alex when he sneaked into her room to look for stuff to tell his impatient employer.

He suddenly heard noises coming towards the girl’s room. He rushed for the closet and just barely made it before the door opened. He listened as Liz talked on the phone to someone.

“Alex, I think that guy from the Crashdown yesterday was following me today.... I am not paranoid! That is you, remember?.... No, I am serious. I saw the same green car following me all day long.... You are just mean.... Uh-huh.... Really? You guys got a gig?!?.... So Joe finally caved, huh?.... Yeah, let me just write it down.... So, it’s at Shaefer’s on Friday, right?.... What are you talking about? Of course, I will be there. Duh! Who do you think you are talking to?.... Oh!!!.... Ok, I am hanging up on l you now. Bye.”

Jack heard the phone slam back in the cradle. He then heard footsteps leaving the room. He waited a few seconds, then hurried to the window and down the fire escape.

Max and the guys were setting up for a practice when Jack showed up. “Hey, Max, I got some pictures and other information that I found.” The guys stopped what they were doing and sat down on the edge of the stage. Jack handed Max the file. Max eagerly opened it like a boy opens a present on Christmas morning. His breath caught in his throat at the first picture of Liz. She was bending down to pick up a toy that a toddler had dropped. The angle of the camera allowed it to catch a fair amount of cleavage for the picture. Max slowly, reverently went through the pictures. The guys leaned over his shoulders to see too. Max growled in a fit of jealousy when he came across the picture of Liz with a guy in a booth. He may have only known her for a couple of days, but he already felt like she was his. His and no one else’s. The guys started laughing at Max. Michael couldn’t resist rubbing it in, “Hey, man, it looks like your girl is really someone else’s girl.” Max answered surprisingly calm and even, “I am not giving up. She will go out with me! Mark my words.” It was then that Jack decided to speak up, “ Um, sir? I happen to know that she will be going to be at a place called Shaefer’s on Friday. She’s going because Alex-the guy in the picture- has a gig. He’s in a band, I assume, but I am not certain.” Max’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “I’m going.” he announced in a voice that left no room for disagreements. “We are going too. There is no way that I am going to miss this.” Michael added. “Yeah, and maybe if we are lucky, Spitfire will give Max a fat lip!” Kyle piped in.

“Shut up, Kyle!” they all screamed in unison.

Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!! Thank you, shorty828, Crazy4Jason, FehrBehr, Mitra! You are all so sweet!

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posted on 14-Oct-2001 1:32:38 PM by VenusStar

Part 3

~Tuesday morning at school~

Liz walked down the hall towards her locker. She spotted Alex leaning against it looking almost panicked. Liz quickened her pace wondering what was wrong.

“Hey, Alex, what’s wrong?” she questioned. “Oh! Thank goodness you’re here. Molly has laryngitis and can’t sing Friday.” his eyes pleaded with hers for help. “And? What does that have to do with me?” she answered knowing full well what he was asking of her. “You are going to make me beg, aren’t you? I am not above begging.” he paused to get down on his knees. “Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. You have the most beautiful voice and you know it! You are the sweetest, nicest, kindest person I know. Come on, Liz. Please!” Liz was quiet as she contemplated. Alex knew she was close to caving and knew which buttons to close to close the deal. “If you do this, I will do all your shifts at the Crashdown for a week and I will buy you a bag of those strawberry-filled candies that you like so much.” Liz didn’t hesitate. “Deal!” Alex hugged her stomach since he was still on his knees. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! So....walk you to class?” he offered as he stood and extended his arm out in invitation. She smiled as she entwined their arms and allowed him to escort her to her class, forgetting that she didn’t even open her locker.

The rest of the week went by quickly. Liz and Alex went to school and practiced with the Whits. Storm was busy with photo shoots, practices, and making appearances. Before anyone knew it, Friday had come.

All the guys decided that they should wear disguises. Kyle really liked the idea and went all out with a red wig, lots of fake freckles, and fake buck-teeth. The rest decided against going so....noticeable. Simple disguises designed to make them look like regular teenagers.

~6:30 that night~

Liz was bored out of her mind. She was lazily swinging her legs off the edge of the stage. Alex was setting up the equipment and had told her, in so many words, that death was the fate of any electrical appliance that she touched. How nice of him. She knew how to get him back though. He had promised to do her shifts next week at the cafe, and she was going to be a very uncooperative customer. Take that, Whitman. Their show started at 7:30 and the club opened at 7:15. But the rest of the Whits weren’t there yet. Liz wasn’t surprised. After all, they were deadheads.


The Storm guys walked up to the club and bribed the bouncer to get in early. Max made sure that they got the table closest to the stage. He figured that if Liz was here to support this Alex guy then she would want to get the closest table, hence, sit with them. Or so he thought.


The Whits walked on stage and saw a packed house. Alex stepped up to the mic and introduced them, “Hey everybody! We’ll be your entertainment for the night. We are the Whits. And let me have the pleasure of introducing you all to our beautiful, lovely fill-in singer for tonight. Someone very dear to me heart.........Liz Parker!” Liz stepped on stage and the crowd went wild! (A.N.: picture Liz in the red dress that Rachel Leigh Cook wore in She’s All That.) She smiled before speaking. “Hey guys. I assume that everyone is doing well this evening. We have a great line-up for you all tonight. So just dance and enjoy the music.”

The band played a few of Alex’s songs and then let Liz sing one of her favorites, “Castles in the Air.”

Here up in the clouds
I feel I’m spinning around
Dreams will come and go
But this is here to stay
So forever this way

Hold me now, hold me now
And say the things you say
Hold me now, hold me now
I pray

Max’s eyes were transfixed on Liz. She shined under the spotlight. Her voice was an elegant, angelic soprano. He suddenly found it increasingly hard to breathe.

So here we are at the start of the road
Together building castles in the air
Words we don’t need without you I don’t breathe
Forever building castles in the air

So softly like a sigh
Sea where the white horses ride
It all seems so real
A feeling deep inside
So our time will go on

Hold me now, hold me now
And say the things you say
Hold me now, hold me now
I pray

So here we are at the start of this road
Together building castles in the air
Words we don’t need without you I don’t breathe
Forever building castles in the air

Liz’s voice softly faded and the crowd applauded. The band’s next song was slightly more up tempo. Liz walked over to Alex and wedged herself between his chest and his guitar. They shared the same microphone. When they came to a drum solo, Alex whispered in her ear. “What are you doing, Liz?” She smiled up at him and answered easily. “Just working the crowd. Charming the people. You know, the usual. They love this kind of stuff.”

Max did not like this particular development at all. He was practically chomping at the bit. Michael could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. Michael and Max were the only ones out of their group that weren’t dancing. Max wasn’t because he was watching Liz, and Michael wasn’t because he was dating Maria and didn’t want to do anything that would make her angry. Dancing with another girl would definitely make her angry.

The rest of the night went by quickly. Most of the people had already left. It was just Storm, the Whits, and the owner of the club who was cleaning the bar remaining at the club. Max was sitting at one of the stools. The other guys were playing pool with some of the Whits. Alex stood up and walker over to the d.j’s station and selected a song. He walked back over to Liz and took her hand gently in silent request. She nodded, and he led her over to the dance floor. The danced well together. They just flowed with their movements. Max watched jealously from his seat. Alex dipped Liz and she waved at the man cleaning the bar. “Hey, Joe!” The man smiled, “Hey, cupcake. You did well today.” Her eyes thanked him as she continued dancing. Max saw that this was as good a time as any. “So, those two are a couple, huh?” he asked as casually as possible. Joe laughed at the thought. “Those two? No! They are just very close best friends. I have watched them grow up. There is nothing romantic between them.” From the moment that those two had walked into his club 8 years ago and asked for a Dr. Pepper, he had had a bond with them. They had come here every other day for sodas and just to get away from the Crashdown for awhile. He had watched Alex get taller, stronger, and a deeper voice. He had watched as Liz grew into a beautiful young lady with enchanting eyes and an amazing voice. She got any thing she wanted from any guy with those eyes and soft lilting voice. She was so tiny, and he was glad that she had Alex in her life. Someone to protect her from the guys that didn’t want her for the right reasons. He was so proud of them. He felt like they were his kids, and he was an over-protective father. For the last year, Alex had been trying to get him to allow the Whits to play here and he finally agreed last week. He was glad he did. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear Max’s deep sigh of relief. Max watched her silently as she laughed. Her eyes twinkled in the light. He couldn’t believe that someone could possibly be that beautiful. He knew that he would have to come up with new plan of action. With another heavy sigh, he went off to collect the other guys and go home.

Ok, ok, ok! I just finished part 11 so I will probably post it today or tomorrow. I am simply LOVING all of the feedback. I have never felt so loved! *big* Thank you, everyone!

posted on 17-Oct-2001 8:31:32 PM by VenusStar
Part 4

~ a week later~

Max waited patiently outside the door to the Parker’s home with a bouquet of red roses {Ok, I am going to make Liz more like me. Okay? So my opinion on things will be Liz‘s opinion. My favorite flowers are red roses.}. He had just rung the doorbell, and he heard movement inside. A middle-aged woman answered. She looked like she was in a hurry. “Yes? Can I help you?” The tone in her voice confirmed it. She was in a hurry. “Yeah. Um, is Liz home?” The lady looked at him skeptically for a minute before finally answering him. “No. But she should be back any minute now. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for her in her room. I need to leave though. I have to bring these important papers to my husband so.... Are you going to be okay by yourself?” Max nodded quickly, rejoicing at the opportunity that she had dropped in his lap. “What is your name? I didn’t catch it.” Already knowing that this woman didn’t recognize him, he gave her a fake name. “Doug Shellow.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Nancy. Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” He responded as he shook her hand. She moved to the door and was almost through it when she stuck her head back in. “Behave.” And then she was gone.

Max wandered down the hallway, looking in the various rooms in search of a teenage girl’s room. He finally found it at the end of the hall on the left. Scanning the walls, he noted that the room was ‘homey’. She had one poster and some beautiful landscape-type paintings hanging up. The best one was of a sunset on a tropical beach. The artist had painted the waves and the light reflecting off of it so well that he could imagine it as real. He glanced around him and spotted her cd collection. An idea came to him. He quickly rifled through the different tracks. Nope. It wasn’t there. He had hoped that if he could find one of Storm’s cds that he would have some leverage. But no such luck. She didn’t even have Maria’s cd. He had nothing to work with. Looking around the room, something else caught his eye. There was a black leather-bound book lying at the end of her bed. He recognized it as the book she had been writing in at the park. He wondered what was in there. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself. He sat down and cautiously opened the book. He expected it to be a diary or something. He was wrong.

There were poems in it. She liked to write poetry. He stopped flipping through the book to read some of it. She’s really good!

Mirror Mirage
When you look in the mirror,
Who do you see?
Is it who you really are,
Or who you appear to be?

A Tiny Step
A tiny step starts a journey.
A tiny seed begins a tree.
A tiny favor to a stranger
Could affect you and me.

Oblivious Glances
The look in their eyes
Is hardly surprised
To the ones who watched
The exchanges tossed
Back and forth by the oblivious two.

{In case you are wondering, I wrote all of those! Yay me!}

“Wow.” This girl was just full of surprises. Was there anything that she couldn’t do? He put down the book feeling more than a little guilty for going through her private things. Standing up, he placed the roses down gently on her pillow and left. He would be more prepared this evening.

~20 minutes later~

Liz walked into her home. She placed her book bag on the counter in the kitchen and opened the fridge. After pulling out a soda, she headed to her room. She stopped in the doorway immediately knowing someone had been in there. There were roses on the bed. Her private notebook was open. And her cds were messed up. Her parents knew better then to go in her room. They had an agreement. She didn’t bother their stuff, and they didn’t bother hers. So..... Who had been in her room? It couldn’t have been Alex because he had been with her. He had just dropped her off from school. Making a mental note to question her mom when she got home, she went over to restack her cds and close her notebook. Sighing with a hint of laughter, she thought about her notebook. Most girls her age had diaries. Not her. She never understood it. A diary or journal was tangible evidence of your thoughts and feelings, your hopes and dreams. It could be used against you. Why would anyone want to write in something that could someday be used to blackmail you? It just didn’t make sense. At least not to her. But to each his own.

Liz was busy doing her homework when she heard the front door open. Deciding that she was ready for a break anyway, she went into the living room to ask her mom about who might have been in her room. As soon as Nancy saw Liz, she greeted her. “Hello, sweetheart. How was school? And where is Doug?” Liz’s frown showed her confusion. “Doug?” Nancy nodded before replying. “Yes. A young man by the name of Dough Shellow came by today looking for you. I sent him to your room to wait for you. Why?” Liz’s eyes reflected alarm as her voice revealed panic. “Mom, I don’t know a Doug Shellow!”

~later that night, about 15 minutes before closing~

Max casually walked into the Crashdown and sat down in one of the side booths. As he waited to be served, he amused himself by looking around at all the alien-themed stuff. It was quite comical really. His eyes snapped to the back door as he saw Liz enter. She walked over to his booth without even looking up. “Hi, welcome to the Crashdown. What can I get you today?” She recited as she smiled the sweetest smile she could muster after a long day. She still hadn’t looked up at the customer. Max grinned. “Hello, Liz.” Liz blinked. That voice. It sounded familiar. Oh no! It couldn’t be. One glance up and she knew it could. “How did you find me? And what do you want?” Max chuckled lightly. “Nice to see you too. How did I find you? I believe you left this at the park.” he paused to hand her the library card. “What do I want? I had thought that it was quite obvious.” He again roamed his eyes over her form. Liz closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly opening them, she came to a realization. “You are ‘Doug Shellow’ aren’t you? You are the guy that went through my things. Are you the guy that was following me too?” Her anger was building until she couldn’t handle it anymore. She turned to go but was stopped when Max grabbed her wrist. “Liz, wait.” Her eyes held a warning, but he was too bullheaded to acknowledge it. “Let go of me.” His second warning was her dangerous tone. He didn‘t think that such a small girl could hurt him so he thought nothing of it. Seriously, what could she do to him? He was at least 60 pounds heavier and he knew he was stronger. “Come on; just give me a chance. Please?” He had some nerve. “Let. Go.” Again he didn’t listen. “Please. Come with me to the movies or something. Dinner, dancing, whatever you want.” Before Max knew it, Liz kicked him in the side of his head and pushed him until he was face down on the floor with his arm twisted behind his back. “Leave me alone! I will not be one of your many conquests. Is that clear?” Liz let go of his arm and let him up. As soon as he was standing, she escorted him through the door and locked it. Max stared at her through the glass. She listened as he said, “I am not giving up. I am coming for you, Liz.” ( ;) ) She shook her head as she walked away. What was his angle? Was he just doing this because she had bruised his ego? He couldn’t honestly care about her, could he? She knew that he wasn’t lying when he said that he wouldn’t give up. She just hoped that she was ready for the next battle.


Oh, you guys are just TOO good to me!!!!!!! Thank you so much! So.... did that part temperarily whet your unsatiable appetites? lol *big*
posted on 11-Nov-2001 9:01:02 PM by VenusStar

Part 5

~the next morning~

Max walked into breakfast holding his arm. He walked over to Michael and sat down next to him. “Hey, man, what happened to your arm?” Michael asked through a mouthful of eggs. “Oh. I fell out of bed this morning.” Max mumbled. Aaron walked into the room and immediately noticed Max’s arm. “What happened?!? We need to get that checked out. I hope it isn’t too bad. Let’s hope you can still play. I am going to tell your manager, and when I come back, I am taking you to the hospital.” He left before Max could protest. There was silence between the two remaining guys for a minute. Michael broke it. “So...I know that you went to that cafe yesterday. What happened with Spitfire?” Max frowned. “Nothing. She said that she didn’t want to be one of my conquests. Conquests? A little over-dramatic, don’t you think? I am not that bad.” Michael looked at him like he was crazy. “Yes, you are. I am surprised that there isn’t a website for all of Max Evans’ victims. Spitfire is smart not to get involved with you. You go through women like Baskin Robin’s flavors. You are a player, Max.” Max appeared offended. “No, I’m not.”
“Max, take it from me. Me and Maria have been going out for a eleven months now, and we are doing great.”
“But you guys always fight.”
“That’s because we like to fight.”
Aaron walked back into the room. “Alright, Max, let’s go.”

~at the hospital~

Liz walked down the corridor towards her destination. She usually would help the cancerous kids, but today they wanted her to help in the babysitting area. The other volunteer got sick so they asked her to fill in. The hospital gave a free child care service for the people in surgery. She finally found the room that she wanted. There were only three kids today. She spotted a nurse sitting in a rocking chair. “Hello, Liz. Thank you so much for helping us out today. Are you sure you can handle this by yourself?” She asked Liz. Liz smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. But I would like to now their names before you leave.” The nurse turned and pointed to each child as she said their names. “This one here is Kelley, and she is four. This is Tyler. He’s two. And, last but not least, this little one is Samantha. She is seven months. Their mother is getting a liver transplant. Thanks again for coming in on such short notice.” “Don’t worry about it, Karen. I am glad to help.” Liz replied with a sincere smile. Karen walked out of the room and shut the door quietly so as not to wake the baby. Liz turned to Kelley and Tyler and stooped down to their eye level. “Hello, munchkins. My name is Liz. We are going to be spending the day together. What would you like to do right now?” The little girl, Kelley, was a tiny blonde child with trusting, emerald green eyes. Her brother was a little smaller than her. He had strawberry-blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes. They both had little button noses and rosy pink cheeks. Kelley spoke first. Her voice alight with childlike excitement. “I want to play with the blocks. Do you want to play too?” Her eyes looked into Liz’s with hope. “Ok. Sure. Let’s go play.” The three played with the blocks and still were when they got a visitor.

~25 minutes earlier~

The doctor looked up from the chart. “It isn’t broken. At the very least, he got a mild sprain. He should be fine in a day or two. Make sure he goes easy on it until it feels better. But it is nothing serious. I gave him a sling to keep him from making it worse, though.” Aaron nodded his thanks at the doctor while he and Max collected their stuff to go. As they walked down the hall towards the exit, something caught Max’s eye. He looked through the glass into a room with surprise at seeing Liz there. The left side of his upper lip slowly curled into a half smirk as he formed a plan.

The ladies at the main desk had been reluctant at first. It was against policy to let just anyone volunteer. They had to be checked out first. But when they found out exactly who wanted to volunteer, they immediately agreed. Max sent Aaron back to the tour bus since he was going to be here for the remainder of the day. He slowly made his way back to the room where he had seen Liz. They were still in the same position he had seen them in a few minutes ago. He saw two little kids sitting on either side of her and building a little castle with blocks. He cautiously opened the door.

Liz looked up startled when the door opened. Her eyes widened in shock. She stood up after telling the kids to keep playing and slowly stalked over to him. “What are you doing here? Are you like stalking me or something?” She asked in a fierce whisper. Max shook his head. “For your information, I am here to have my arm checked out because someone twisted it yesterday. It’s broken.” Liz was quiet for a minute. Had she really broken his arm? She hadn’t twisted it that hard, only enough for him to get the point. She gingerly touched her finger to the arm in the sling. When he didn’t make a sound, she pressed harder. When he still didn’t make a sound, she simply stated, “You’re lying. Now leave before I make you.” He grinned. “I am not going anywhere. I volunteered to help, and I am going to do just that!” Liz sighed in frustration. There was nothing that she could do. He was here, and she was stuck with him. This was going to be absolute torture.

She was brought out of her thoughts when a baby cried. Samantha! Liz raced over to the crib to get her, but Max got there first. He picked up the baby and tried to quiet her cries. When she didn’t stop crying, he turned to Liz. “Why is he crying?” Liz looked at Max in amusement. “She needs to be burped. She has a little gas.” Liz held out her arms waiting for him to give her the baby. “I can do it!” he cried indignantly. “You aren’t even holding her right.” She walked over to him, put his hands in the appropriate places, and stepped back. “Fine, but don‘t say that I didn‘t warn you.” Max eyes her warily. She had a twinkle in her eye that clearly said ‘I know something you don’t know.’ He chose to ignore it and focus on the problem at hand. After a few minutes of gently patting the baby’s back, he heard a loud burp. He marveled at how such a loud noise could possibly come from such a small creature. All of a sudden, he felt something wet going down the front of his shirt. Samantha had just thrown up on him. He heard Liz laughing behind him so he turned his head and glared at her.

Unbeknownst to them, there was someone at the glass window looking in and taking pictures. The mystery person was from the local newspaper. He had received an anonymous tip that Max Evans was at the hospital. He had immediately high tailed it over here. He was glad that he had remembered to bring his camera, or he was sure that no one would believe him. Max Evans, one of the biggest musical artists in the U.S., was playing with a baby in a local hospital.

After Liz stopped laughing, she took the baby from him. Max was about to protest, but he heard a small voice talking to him. “Will you color with me and Tyler?” Glancing at Liz once, he smiled at the little girl. “Alright, sweetie. My name is Max. What’s yours?” She giggled before answering. “Kelley Lydia Sullivan.” Max took her tiny hand in his and walked over to the little table with the coloring books and crayons. “That is a pretty name.” he paused as he looked through the books to find a picture he wanted to color. “Which one do you think I should color?” Kelley looked over the pictures then pointed to one of Cinderella. Max, Kelley, and Tyler colored in silence for a while. Max glanced over at Liz. His breath caught. She was sitting in the rocking chair rocking back and forth while softly singing to the sleeping child. She was so beautiful. He couldn’t get over how amazing she is. Always full of surprises. Never backing down. Strong-willed, yet considerate of other‘s opinions. He had never met a better girl, and he doubted he ever would. He watched as she quietly stood up and gently placed Samantha in the crib. He was brought back to the present when Kelley nudged him. “Max, do you want to play? Liz can play too. You can be the daddy. Liz can be the mommy, and me, Tyler, and Samantha can be your kids.” Liz looked horrified. “How about you be the mommy and I will just be the neighbor?” Kelley laughed as if the mere thought were ridiculous. “No, silly. Tyler and Samantha are my brother and sister, not my kids.” “They aren’t my kids either.” Liz countered. Kelley answered her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s why it’s pretend.” Liz was about to reply when an arm wrapped around her waist. “Come on, honeybunch. Let our kids play.” Max’s voice broke in with a hint of laughter. “Alright, darling.” Liz bit out the last word through clenched teeth. He lead them over to a small sofa on the other side of the room. He still didn’t let go of her after they sat down. Instead, he purposely forced her head onto his shoulder. He paid no head to her whisper to let her go. He knew she wouldn’t do anything in front of their kids. Tyler walked over to him with a book. “Will you read to me?” He asked as he handed the book to Max. Kelley walked over too and sat on the other side of Max. Max pulled Tyler onto his lap. “Once upon a time..........”

By the end of the story, Tyler was asleep against his chest, Kelley was asleep under his arm, and Liz was asleep on his shoulder. He wondered if his life would be like this ten years down the road when he had his own family. He certainly hoped so. He smiled as he looked down at Liz’s peaceful face. He couldn’t help himself as he bent his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. He had his eyes closed so he didn’t notice the flash of the camera from the window.

~the next morning, somewhere in Hollywood~

Tess Harding walked down the steps of her mansion in her robe toward her dining room. She sat down and waited for the hired help to serve her breakfast. She saw Claudette with her food, but where was her butler? “Charles? CHARLES??? Charles, where is the morning paper?!?” A bald, old man scurried into the room and laid a fresh newspaper out in front of her. “Thank you so much!” she said with fake sweetness. She glanced down at the paper, and her eyes got as big as saucers. There on the front page was a big picture of Max sitting on a couch with two sleeping children and a sleeping girl. He was kissing the girl’s head. Even though his eyes were closed, you could still see the look of endearment on his face. The head line stated in big, bold letters. “Max Evans plays house at local hospital.” An ear-splitting shriek sliced the silence in the Harding mansion.

Part 6

~around noon that day~

“I am serious, Alex. A celebrity is stalking me. There was a guy following me a couple of weeks ago, and I am freaking out!” Liz said as she and Alex walked into his bedroom. “Liz...Listen to yourself. You just said that a celebrity is stalking you. How many people can say that? Yeah, I would be a little freaked if someone were following me too, but.......” His voice trailed off as he stared at the television. Liz shook him to try to get his attention. “Alex?......Alex? Come in, Alex.” She turned to see what had stolen his attention and gasped. Nothing could prepare her for what she saw on the news. Pictures of Max burping Samantha. Pictures of the kids and him coloring. Pictures of her rocking Samantha back to sleep. Pictures of Max with his arm around her while reading a story to Kelley and Tyler. And the last one shocked her to the core. Max Evans kissing her forehead while she slept. The look on his face made her begin to think that he might actually care. But then reality crashed down on her, this had to be some sort of publicity stunt. To boost Storm’s ratings and popularity. He had to have known that the camera was there even though she didn’t. Max Evans didn’t care about her. She was just a tool to promote Storm. But still, Liz was hyperventilating. There were pictures of her all over America and there was nothing that she could do about it. People were going to ask her about ‘Max Evans and her’ even though there was no ‘Max Evans and her‘. Alex seemed to snap out of it and gently made Liz sit down on the bed. “Ok. Breathe, Liz. Breathe. It’s ok. Everything is going to be alright.” He tried his best to soothe her.

~across town~

Michael barged into the room that Max had at the back of the tour bus. “Max, look at these. Our ratings have sky-rocketed! Evidently all of the girls that didn’t like you before because you were and still are a self-absorbed butthead, well they like you now. They saw these pictures, now think that you are human, and went and bought our cds. Whatever you are doing, keep it up.” Max looked at him confused so Michael thrust a magazine in his hand. Max looked down at the cover and went completely pale. This was not happening. This had to be a bad dream. But it wasn’t. This was very bad. How was he going to handle this? This definitely wasn’t going to help him with Liz. Liz!!!! Oh man. He had just made some progress with her yesterday and now this. He wondered how she was taking this. She was going to be furious. There was a reason why her nickname was Spitfire. He knew that he needed to talk to her and try to diffuse the potential bomb with her. Oh why couldn’t he have a break?

He looked at the picture on the page and smiled despite himself. He really liked it. The picture showed a side of him that he hadn’t let out since he was about eleven. A part of himself that he missed. But he was different now. He wasn’t the same person that he was then. ‘Is it who you really are or who you appear to be?’ The words of Liz’s poem rang in his mind. He didn’t want to admit how much they really affected him. They described him.

He turned the page and saw more pictures of Liz and him or Liz, the kids, and him. They were adorable. There was a picture of himself watching Liz in adoration as she gently rocked Samantha back to sleep. Looking at himself in the picture, he realized that he looked like a love-struck fool. Maybe that is because you are one. Something whispered in the back of his mind. He smiled faintly. Maybe he was.

~meanwhile with Liz~

Liz had just reached her house and had to fight her way to the door. There were people everywhere. All of which were trying to talk to or see Liz. The Crashdown was completely packed. Once she reached her room, she looked out the window at the people below. This was unreal. There were at least fifty people outside of the Crashdown. Some had signs that said, “We love Max Evans!” Or something to the same effect. With a sigh, she closed the curtains and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, glad that today was one of her days off. The only noise that could be heard was the shouting of the people outside that were covering the ground below her window.

Her parents were working downstairs. They had no idea why they had such a large crowd or why they all seemed to want to talk to Liz. But they weren’t complaining. They were getting a fortune today. At around two that afternoon, the mailman came. He had to personally carry in a bag of mail. All of which were to Liz.

When she first saw the bag, she had two questions on her mind. 1: How did all of these people get her address? And 2: How did the letters get here so fast? It takes three days to send a letter, so how could these get here in one? Well, that question got answered when she looked in the bag. They were all sent by Fed Ex or Priority Mail. She went through each letter in astonishment. This was just unbelievable.

She pushed herself off her bed and went toward the kitchen to get a snack. She stopped in her tracks when she saw someone on her couch. She walked a little closer and noticed that the person was blonde and obviously female. She rounded the couch to face the stranger and came face to face with Tess Harding. Liz looked toward the ceiling. “What? Do I like some kind of magnet that draws annoying people to me?” She looked down at Tess before addressing her. “How did you get in here?” Tess just smiled that annoyingly saccharine, sweet smile. “Oh, I have my ways.” “What do you want?” Liz asked with a roll of her eyes. Tess answered her in way that said that she was attempting to be threatening. “I want you to stay away from Max Evans. He is mine. Don’t forget that. You are not to speak to him. Ever! Or I will ruin you. Do I make myself clear?”

Liz was stunned. This girl came into her home without permission and was trying to bully her around? I don’t think so! “You listen here, Ms. Harding. First of all, he is the one that won’t leave me alone. I would gladly not talk to him. Secondly, I know enough of Hollywood gossip to know that you have asked him out repeatedly, and he has refused you repeatedly. I guess that means that he is not yours, huh? Thirdly, this is my house not yours. You do not belong here. And I will not be intimidated by a Shirley Temple wannabe. So get out!!!!!!” Tess didn’t move from her spot on the couch. “I don’t have to.” Liz narrowed her eyes dangerously. “I am going to give you to the count of three to leave, or I will break your nose and mar that pretty little Beverly Hills face of yours.” She still didn’t move. Liz moved to the window and shook her head mock disapprovingly. “Tessie. Tessie. Tessie. Look outside. There are at least twelve cameras. How would it look if I threw you out that door? Oh, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture. And I am sure that it wouldn’t be very good publicity for you, would it? Huh? So, I am going to give you to the count of ten before I physically throw you out.” Tess grudgingly got up to walk to the door. She turned around before she walked through it and said menacingly, “This isn’t over.” “Yes, it is. Buh-bye now.” Liz replied with that fake beauty queen wave. She walked into the kitchen while muttering to herself. “Stupid bleached blonde. I think that the bleach seeped into her brain.”

~back with Storm~

All the guys were sitting and watching the local reporter on the screen. “Hi, I am Linda Young reporting for channel 6 news. I am on location at the Crashdown cafe. As you can see, there is mass chaos behind me. People have been flocking here all day to try to get a glimpse of Liz Parker. The girl that has become an instant celebrity because of some photos of her and a certain member of the all-male band Storm. Ms. Parker even got a visit from Tess Harding herself...” Uh-oh! Tess visited Liz? That could only mean trouble. He paced nervously in the small space. The others just looked at him knowing how serious this was. Tess was a totally spoiled person. She would do whatever it takes to get what she wanted and became a malicious, uncaring witch when something got in her way. “Man, you better go over there and talk to her. Make sure she is all right and all.” Max nodded at Michael. “Yeah, I am going to go over there tonight. Hopefully after all of those people have left. We don’t need anymore pictures.”

~late that afternoon~

Alex burst through the door panting for breath. He sagged against it for a few minutes. “They are animals out there. Some lady tried to clock me with her umbrella. And this little pre-teen snot-nosed brat punched me in the stomach as I tried to pass them to get inside.....Man, Liz. You know what? At first, I didn’t believe you. I figured when you told me about your little park adventure that you were just pulling my leg to see how gullible I was. Then you tell me he showed up at the Crash so I humored you thinking that you were either losing it, or you were hallucinating. Next, you tell me about that hospital escapade. I really didn’t believe that one. But this...I can’t ignore this!” He sighed tiredly as he rubbed his hand over his face. “Alex! You didn’t believe me? What reason would I have had to lie or make this up? NONE!!!!!! Look outside. There are several dozen people out there. I have gotten 253 letters. One hundred forty-seven of those were fan mail. I have fans now! Fans!!! One hundred six of them are threats. Yeah, you heard me. Threats. On my life! Because of Max Evans. I got a visit from Tess Harding today. You know, the one with the really annoying nasally voice? She told me to stay away from him. Can you believe that? It has gotten so bad that the sheriff issued me a body guard. Deputy Hanson will be escorting me around until this blows over. Can you believe this? I never asked for this. I don‘t want this. Why couldn‘t he have just left me alone? I mean, I am not all that pretty. He could have chosen some other girl to bother, but nooo he had to choose me.” Liz looked like she was going to start hyperventilating again. Alex hurried over to her and made her sit down. “Ok, Lizzie. Breathe. That’s a good girl. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Everything is going to be fine. Don’t worry. Captain Alex will save you.” He finished by puffing up his chest like a proud robin. He got the desired effect when she started laughing. It was like tradition. Every time Liz was upset, Alex made her laugh. It always made her feel a little better. He pouted, pretending to be insulted. “Thank you, Alex. I needed that.” He only smiled in response.

The two friends moved into the living room. They got comfortable on the sofa as they watched some t.v. The program that they had been watching ended and Access Hollywood came on. More pictures of her. More pictures of Max and her. Alex shrugged and said. “Well, look at it this way. It could be worse.” Liz looked at him disbelievingly. “Oh really? How?” He thought for a second. “Well, they could have caught you in a lip-lock or some other very compromising position.” Liz’s mouth dropped in indignation. “I did not kiss him. He did not kiss me. I do not want him to kiss me. I do not like him. Nor do I want to spend time with him. If he kissed me, he would come out of it with more than one broken appendage.” Alex held his hands up in surrender. Just then, Nancy walked through the door. “Hello, you two. How was your day? Man, it was hectic downstairs. We must have served like seven hundred people today...Wait! I know him. That’s Doug Shellow!” She exclaimed while pointing to the television.

Hey guys!!! I hope you like the Tess bashing. LOL My favorite part is five. It is sweet, but not overly sweet. PLEASE leave me feedback!!! I am begging now. lol

posted on 4-Dec-2001 8:03:12 PM by VenusStar
Part 7

~10:30 that night~

Max walked up to the Crashdown just as they were finishing cleaning. He was lucky that the mounds of people were gone. The crowd had gotten discouraged when they hadn’t seen anything after waiting for the better part of the day. He didn’t think that he would get anywhere if he went through the restaurant so he went around in search of another entrance. He smiled when he saw a ladder leading up to a bedroom. He squinted his eyes to try to see into the room and realized that it was Liz’s room. Max had a bad feeling but ignored it and climbed up the ladder. Doing a quick sweep around with his eyes, he noticed a lounge chair, candles, and other little knick-knacks. He looked through the window hoping to see Liz. Nope, not there. He had nothing better to do then wait so he sat down on the chair and looked at the stars.

He didn’t know how much time passed until he heard some movement in the room. Again he got a bad feeling but pushed it aside. He walked over to the window and saw Liz and Alex. Liz chose that moment to look at the window and screamed. Alex, not knowing why she screamed, looked at her bewildered.. Liz closed her eyes and took a deep breath before confronting Max. She strode over to the window and responded without opening it. “What are you doing here?” Max looked around nervously. “I came to see if you were alright. I heard that Tess came to see you.” “Yeah, I got a visit from the Wicked Witch of the West.” Max seemed to be checking her over for injuries with his eyes. “Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Was she mean to y-...Can I please come in?” He was getting frustrated talking to glass. “Yes, I am fine. Although, that isn’t any of your business. No, she didn’t hurt me. And, no, you cannot come in. I will go out there. I do not want you in my room again.” Alex, who had remained silent throughout the whole conversation, asked, “Wait!...What? Again? He was in your room before? You didn’t tell me that.” Liz turned to him. “Yes, I did. Remember the whole ‘Doug Shellow’ thing? That was him.” Understanding flooded over him, and his expression said, ‘Ohhhhh.’ Liz turned back to Max and climbed out the window. Alex walked over to the window so that if Liz needed him, he would be right there.

Max shifted uncertainly. Truth be told, he was scared of her when she was angry. And she was definitely angry. “About the pictures...” He would have continued if he hadn’t have been interrupted. “Yeah, the pictures. I don’t appreciate being your tool to promote your band. I don’t even like your band. I am tired of this. I am getting threats because of you!!!!!! Uh-huh. Yep, that’s right. People that I don’t even know are threatening me because you won’t leave me alone.” She ended her speech by putting all of her strength into one good punch. She hit him square in the jaw. He was dumbfounded for a minute. “I am sorry. I didn’t want this to happen either. It isn’t my fault that people like me. It isn’t my fault that I am so famous that people follow me around with cameras.” Liz gaped at him. If he had just stayed with ‘I am sorry. I didn’t want this to happen either,’ she might have forgiven him. She might have even apologized for hitting him. But, no. He had to go and show that all-offending arrogance. “Go!!!!!!” He looked shocked then he realized what he said and cringed. When would he learn? That was a completely egotistical response. He opened his mouth to say something when movement caught his eye. Alex walked up behind Liz and wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a protective gesture. “I think you should go.” Max and Alex stared at each other silently for a few minutes before Max gave in and climbed down the fire escape.

After Max got back, he quietly and quickly went to his room in hopes that neither Michael nor anyone else would bother him. He plopped down heavily on his bed. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the contents. His fingers skimmed the different pages. The information that he got from Aaron. The pictures that he got from Mr. Traiborn. The photos from the magazines and newspapers. All the guys said that he was becoming a sap because he had sent Aaron to buy a copy of every paper, magazine, or newspaper that had pictures of him and Liz. He gently traced each one. He had absolutely no idea what to do. She spurned all of his advances. He needed to find a way to show her that his intentions had changed. That now his intentions were pure. He brainstormed for what seemed like forever. He suddenly leapt of the bed and exclaimed. “Wait! I have got it. It is perfect. It shows her that I really do care about her, and it shows her that I can be a caring person too! Now I just need to talk to him.”

~the next day~

Dozens of reporters were belting out questions at Storm’s press conference. Their manager walked up to the podium after about 45 minutes of the torturous meeting. “Ok, we only have time for one more question before we have to leave.” Some lady in a overly flashy red dress shouted a question above the others. “Max, can you give us any words on your relationship with Liz Parker?” Max gingerly touched the faint bruise on his jaw as a ghost of a smile graced his lips. “She has a dangerous right hook.”

That was all they could get out of him. The group left to go do another autograph signing. The tour bus pulled up in front of Sonic Boom Records, Roswell’s music store. They all wearily went into the store where hundreds of people were standing with there cds waiting to be signed. The store’s owner directed the boys to sit at a long table at the end of the room. The guys exchanged looks when girl after girl came up crying and giggling because they were actually getting to see the guys of Storm in person. For hours, they signed autographs and posed for pictures with the fans. Finally, they got to leave.

Kyle and some of the other guys went for a drive around the little town, leaving Michael and Max alone. Michael turned to Max and smirked. “She give that to you?” He motioned to the bruise on Max’s face. Max blushed but nodded. “I went to her house last night, and she wasn’t very receptive.” he chuckled before continuing. “But Tess probably got a rude awakening. I get the feeling that Liz showed the same kindness towards Tess that she shows to me. I would have paid money to see Liz put Tess in her place. Now that would have made a good picture.” They shared a good laugh at that.

~at West Roswell High~

Liz walked down the hall with Deputy Hanson a few paces behind her. She was so aggravated. Not only was Deputy Hanson very dense, he was the most boring and paranoid man on the planet. He insisted that he check every room twice for bombs and booby traps before he would let her enter. He acted like he had delusions of grandeur as some sort of international spy. Watch out, James Bond. He carried around a little walky-talky and had given himself the name ‘Hawk.‘ So she had called him ‘Big Bird‘ and stork all day long. It infuriated him. She figured that if she was stuck with him all day then she was going to have fun and annoy the heck out of him. She and Alex had been merciless. Alex had spent an entire class period cutting and folding a piece of paper until he had made a pair of wings. And she had gently taped it to the back of Hanson’s collar while his back was turned. He never knew it was there. The funniest part was when Liz had gone into the bathroom on the first floor and had slipped out through the window. He searched for her for an hour and had gone into a panic thinking that she had been kidnapped or something. But unfortunately for Liz, he had found her out in the courtyard having lunch with Alex in the shade of a tree. She had been reprimanded for a long time, but she wasn’t sorry. That was fun. She and Alex had watched from around corners as Hanson almost had a coronary looking for her. From then on, Hanson hadn’t let go of her wrist. He went to every class with her and actually went into the bathroom with her. A different stall of course. But still!

At the end of the school day, he got into the passenger seat of her parents car and spoke into the walky-talky. “The bunny is going to the pond. I repeat, the bunny is going to the pond.” Liz rolled her eyes but laughed when she heard the next words from the person on the other end. “WHAT??? What are you talking about? Why can’t you just talk in plain, understandable English?” Liz grabbed the walky-talky and clarified. “What this dim-witted mass of delusions is trying to say is that I am going to the mall. Clear?” She could practically see the smile on Sheriff Valenti’s face. (Author’s note: Kyle and the Sheriff share the same last name, but they aren’t related.) “Why, hello, Ms. Parker. How are you doing today?” Liz smiled too as she listened to the slow southern drawl. She had known Jim for as long as she could remember. He came into the Crashdown every morning to get some coffee. “I am all right. I had a lot of fun messing with Hanson’s head though. Alex and I had a blast.” She heard the quiet chuckle from the other end. “Well, maybe I should give you his job, huh? You would do much better at it. Well, you have fun now. Over and out.

~8:00 p.m. at Alex’s house~

Alex sat in his garage trying to write a new song. He was having a lot of trouble with it. The best song that he had ever written was the one that he and Liz had wrote together. “Sing Me To Sleep.” He had written some songs on his own, but they weren’t the best. He wanted to actually do a love ballad, but how could he write about something that he had never experienced? He couldn’t.

He glanced around the room at all the things in there. This was the room that he and Liz usually hung out in. Although, it was a garage, his parents never parked their cars in it. He saw different mementos from their childhoods. Liz’s baton. His first pair of drum sticks. The ones that he broke an hour after getting them because he and Liz had been pretending to sword fight. Other memories pop up, like when he had somehow landed the lead to the school play last year, and Liz had helped him learn his lines by playing the leading lady. They couldn’t get through the romantic scenes without laughing. There were a few kissing scenes. They had attempted it, but whenever he got within three inches of her face, Liz would start laughing. Resulting in him laughing.

She had made a very big impact on his family. His mother had always wanted a daughter, but she had complications with him and couldn’t have any more kids. Liz filled that void. They shopped together and his mom taught Liz how to cook. His dad, although he would never admit it, had wanted a daughter too. Whenever his work had a father-daughter day, he brought Liz. She had made the biggest impact on him. He, by nature, was extremely shy. Even by the farthest stretch of the imagination, Liz wasn’t. She showed him how to live life like it should be lived. Not dangerously but to the fullest. Not in a shell but for all the world to see. She taught him that even if you are quivering inside, if you act like you are confident, you become someone that people see as invincible. Someone that people think is unaffected by their cut downs. Unshakable. Someone that, even if they wanted to back down, wouldn’t. She amazed everybody with different sides of herself. In front of teachers, she was the sweet, obedient student. In front of customers, she was the patient, kind waitress. In front of kids, she was the playmate and caring babysitter. In front of friends, she was the comforter, listener, and counselor. In front of her father and Joe, she was daddy’s little princess. In front of audiences, she was the angelic young lady with the soft, feminine voice. In front of obnoxious and rude people, she was a wake up call. In front of him, she allowed herself to be the damsel in distress and let down her hair. And the even more amazing thing is that she isn’t fake. Every way she acted was completely natural. Completely her.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard the doorbell. He carefully put down his guitar and went to answer it. His eyes got really wide when he saw who it was. Max shifted from foot to foot nervously while wondering if Alex would even let him in. “Um, hi. Can we talk?”

Back by popular demand! lol Tell me what you think. I liked this chapter. I have always been a humongous supporter of the Liz/Alex friendship. They just compliment each other so well! So I played that up a bit in this story. I hope you liked it.

posted on 25-Mar-2002 4:46:16 PM by VenusStar
Part 8

~same night~

Max walked back to his limo with a smile. That had gone better then he thought it would. Of course Alex had been very wary at first, but after Max explained how he really felt about Liz, Alex had relaxed a little. Everything had been discussed, and Alex had agreed to Max‘s plan. One week from today. Just one week. Max closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of relief. He just had a feeling that this was going to work. Max thoughts went back to their talk as the driver took him back to the bus.

He had asked Alex why Liz seemed to hate him so much. “Because she has this deep-rooted need to put people in their place. The first time she saw you on the Teen Choice Awards, she immediately told me that you were an arrogant person. She doesn’t even like your music. Says that you are too rough. That your music is depressing and too heavy-metal, too headbanger for her. She prefers soft, sweet melodies. Harmonious. Songs that sing of love. And she hates teeny-boppers!”

He asked what would get through to Liz. “Liz is a die-hard romantic. I know, you wouldn’t think it to look at her. She has always loved the ‘knight in shining armor’ bit. She told me once that the most romantic thing that a guy can do is serenade her or kiss her hand. She battles between allowing herself to be the damsel in distress or the women’s lib supporter. She said that she thinks that chivalry is dead. She wants a guy to treat her like a lady. Respect her. Cherish her. Court her. Treat her as if she were the most important thing in his universe. She loves reading about guys from the middle-ages that would do anything for the girl in his heart. She likes guys that are protective and possessive. Thinks that it’s adorable because it tells her that he thinks that she is worth fighting for.”

In those hours that he had talked to Alex, he had learned more about who Liz really is. And he loved every complex thought that made her...Liz. He was enthralled listening to Alex. She was simply astounding. Unlike anyone that he had ever met. Active, analyzing mind. Strong-willed and defiant. Unyielding. Determined. Someone that didn’t trust you immediately. Yet once you had it, someone that would trust you until you gave them a reason not to. She lit up a room with her presence and drew the best out of people without even trying. A complete paradox. A contradiction in and of herself. Yet somehow made sense. An enigma.

He had learned that she was a very picky person. She didn’t like chicken, seafood, pork, or Chinese food. Her favorite food was tacos from Taco Bell. But she also liked lasagna, spaghetti, pizza, vegetarian ravioli, etc. That was helpful. Her favorite candy is Arcor’s strawberry-fruitfuls. (BTW, those are very good. You should try them.) She didn’t like chocolate. Max was shocked by that. His sister absolutely loved chocolate! Craved it in fact! Liz doesn’t like cake, and her favorite dessert is strawberries and whip-cream. Max’s thoughts continued on as he drove back.

As soon as he entered the bus, Michael told him that his sister called while he was gone. “Oh. When did she say she was coming in?” Michael tapped his tooth as he tried to remember. “Wednesday night, I think.......Yeah, that’s it.” Max nodded before going to his room. Isabel, his annoying twin sister, was coming. She was going to be singing with them at their concert on Friday. He knew that tomorrow was going to be a hectic day, and that his manager wouldn’t be happy that he was changing the concert schedule. But he would just have to deal with it. He didn’t think that the guys would mind too much though. He had to talk to Benny Paint, Storm’s manager, (lol, that is an inside joke with Tigress2) and he had to swing by and pay Liz a visit. Maybe at school. Yeah, that would work. Then he could leave it to Alex to handle ground control. Max was glad that he had an ally on the inside for this. He was going to need all the help that he could in order to get through to her.

~Tuesday at school~

Max strolled into the school office and up to the main desk. “Hi. I would like to speak to one of your students. An Elizabeth Parker, please.” The lady, who couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, scoffed but she hadn’t looked up yet. “Yeah, you and everybody else in the tri-state area.” She finally looked up and gasped. “Oh. Okay, I will go ahead and page her. R-right away. Yeah.” She sputtered nervously. Max couldn’t help but smile at her.

Liz was sitting in her least favorite class of the day: English. Alex was beside her and clueless Hanson was leaning against the door trying to look intimidating. The droning of her oh-so-boring teacher stopped when a voice came from the intercom. “Elizabeth Parker is needed in the office.” She looked over at Alex in aggravation. The class didn’t do the whole ’Ooooh, you are in trouble’ thing because they knew that Liz never got in trouble. She collected her stuff with a quiet growl. What now?!? Alex was trying his hardest not to laugh at the look on her face. She and Hanson walked down the hallway toward the office. When she walked in the room, the young secretary pointed toward the principal’s door, but her eyes remained on Hanson. As Liz walked to the door, she heard Hanson’s voice as he lightly flirted with the woman. “Well, good afternoon, Debbie. How are you doing today?” Liz almost laughed when Debbie flirted back. “I am doing just fine, Deputy. Why don’t you tell me a little about your job? It seems so exciting.” Liz didn’t have to even look to know that he was blushing. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

The room looked like the normal office you would expect from a school principal. The furniture was a deep cherry wood and the wall were painted a rain forest green. He had a small globe beside the desk, and the black leather chair was facing the window. The room was dim because the only light source that was on was a tiny green lamp on the desk and the minimal light seeping through the closed blinds. She couldn’t see the person in the chair so she just waited for him to turn around. She groaned when the chair whirled around with Max Evans in it. Not again. “Hi, Liz. Don’t worry. I come in peace.” He held his hands up to emphasize his point. She eyed him warily as she sat in the chair that was furthest away from him and closest to the door. “Then why are you here?” He got up and walked around the desk and leaned up against the front of it. “I am here to give you a proposition.” Seeing the look on her face, he quickly amended himself. “No, no, no. Not that kind of proposition. More like a deal. I want to invite you to come on Friday with me to my concert and dinner. And in return, if I haven’t changed your mind about me or you still don’t want to be around me, then I will leave you alone. That is a promise..........Do we have a deal?” Liz bit her lip as she went over her options. If she went with him, then he promised that he would leave her alone. But on the other hand, if she didn’t go, then he could still bother her for the rest of her life. She dragged in a slow breath before nodding. “Yes, I will go. But I will hold you to your promise. If you go against it, then I will get a restraining order. That is a promise.” Max smiled nonetheless as he fished through his pocket for something. “Ok. Take this. It’s a back-stage pass to the concert I will send a limo to pick you up at 6:00 on Friday afternoon. Tell your parents that you will be back at around 12:30-1:00. Ok?” She nodded hesitantly. “Good. See you Friday. Goodbye, Liz.” He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Once closed, he leaned against it and heaved a big sigh of relief and turned his face slightly toward the ceiling. ‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’ He mouthed. Liz was still sitting in her chair with her head buried in her hands. Man, what have I gotten myself into now?

Liz made her way back to class. Hanson was still caught up with Debbie. She chuckled. She silently entered the room and slipped into her desk. Not two minutes after, the bell rang. Alex looked over at her and asked with his eyes what happened. She handed him the concert pass. “He invited me to his concert. He told me that if I went he would leave me alone afterwards. So I agreed. Too bad that he didn‘t give me two because then I could have taken you with me.” Alex shook his head. “That’s okay. I don’t like Storm anyway. I would have only come for moral support.”

~Wednesday afternoon~

Storm was practicing and waiting for Isabel to show up. They had just taken a break. Isabel breezed into the room as if she owned the place. “Hello, everyone. I am back. Did you miss me?” The drummer, Dustin, mumbled quietly, “Like athletes foot.” Isabel heard him anyway and glared fiercely. She turned to Max. “My, my, dear brother. So tell me about this girl that is all over the news.” Kyle snickered. “She turned him down.” Isabel’s eyes widened and a big grin lit up her face. “She did? Oh, I like her already.” Max wasn’t so amused. “It is none of your business, Isabel. Now if you don’t mind, we need to practice. That is the only reason that you are even here after all.”

~Same time, Liz’s house~

“I am so bored!” Liz said to herself as she flopped down on her bed. Her shift didn’t start for another three hours and there was nothing on tv. She didn’t even have any homework. She reached over and picked up her phone. Dialing the familiar number, she waited for Alex to pick up. “Hello, this is Alex.” Liz frowned. He was breathing weird. “Alex, you sound a little funny. But anyway, what are you doing right now?”
“Oh me? I am just practicing for a gig at um, uh, Shaefer’s on Friday night.”
“Ok. I am just going to go and listen in. I mean since I won’t be able to see you guys play, I might as well listen to you practice. I will be over in fi-”
“No!!!!! I mean, that’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“But I want to. I mean I always sit in on your practices. It is no bother.”
“Well, this one is sorta’ private.”
“Oh.....okay. Um, well I guess I will talk to you later. Bye, Alex.”
“Yeah, how about I come to the Crashdown later to help you close up. Bye, sweets.”

Alex cringed as he heard the click of the phone. He could hear the sadness in her voice, and he felt horrible for causing it. He just hoped that she would be better after Friday. He couldn’t stand hurting Liz. Sending a quick prayer that Max wouldn’t mess this up somehow, he went to his garage to finish the practice, even though he suddenly wasn’t in the mood to play.


Time had seemed to creep by for everyone. For Max, because he couldn’t wait for his plan to go into action. For Alex, because he didn’t enjoy staying away from Liz. For Liz, because she just wanted to get this over with. For Michael, Kyle, Isabel, and the rest, because Max was driving them crazy.

That afternoon, Liz was in her room getting ready. She had about half an hour before she was being picked up. She had tried to call Alex to talk to him, but he hadn’t been home. That in and of itself was odd. She knew that he wasn’t at Shaefer’s because even Joe didn’t get there until 6:15. Well, she was dressed. She had to be careful with her outfit, because if she underdressed she would look like a slob, but if she overdressed, Max would get the wrong idea. But now she was ready.

Ding dong!

And there was the doorbell. With a deep breath, she walked into the living room and answered the door. On the other side was a gray-haired man in a chauffeur’s outfit. He seemed a little nervous for some reason. She wondered why. “Hello, miss. If you are ready, then we can be on our way.” Liz nodded; he walked her over to the car and opened her door for her. On their way, Liz leaned up to try to talk to him. “Sir?” He glanced into the rear view mirror at her. “Yes, miss.” Liz blanched. He had said it again. Miss. “Please. You can just call me Liz.” She saw him nod before she continued. “Do you like your job? I mean, if I had to chauffeur around six obnoxious, arrogant boys, then I would probably be in serious need of a psychologist by now.” He chuckled a little. “Well, they can be human when they want to be. But, oh boy, I could tell you so many stories about them and what they do in this limo.” Intrigued, Liz motioned for him to go on. “Well, there was this one time that Michael was in here with his girlfriend, Maria Deluca. Oh, that girl has a temper! Well, Michael-” He continued telling stories until they reached Albuquerque, the city that the tour had just moved to.

When they arrived, there was already hundreds of people waiting to be let in. The limo pulled around to the stage crew’s parking. The chauffeur walked Liz to the set. She could have sworn she saw one of the guys from Alex’s band, but when she looked again, he was gone. She passed it off as only her imagination. She knew that she had to steel herself for Max Evans’ next attack on her heart. Breathe, Liz, breathe. In. Out. In. Out. She had to keep reminding herself.

~the beginning of the concert~

Storm stepped on stage, and the audience roared. The girls were screaming and jumping in excitement. It’s disgusting really, Liz thought to herself. Can we say pathetic? She had been placed backstage on the edge of the stage. Where she was standing allowed her to see the audience and the band at the same time. The band played several songs off of their last cd. And Liz was.......frankly bored. She hated the music. She was filled with dread over what plan of action he was going to do. She had the strange feeling that she was going to be very surprised for some reason.

Max smiled at the audience as they finished one of the songs. He pulled the microphone up to his mouth to speak. “Today, we are doing something a little different because we have a special guest with us. So just sit back and enjoy.” The dread that Liz was feeling grew massively as she saw Max walking over to her. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.....” She kept murmuring as he gently grasped her arm and led her on stage. He walked backward as he pulled her over to a chair that had been placed on the stage by one of the stage crew. A soft push made her fall lightly on to the comfy chair. Max knelt down in front of her and waited. The rest of the guys had exited the stage already and were watching from the sides. Soft music started to play as Max reached for her delicate hand. With his other hand, he pulled the microphone up to his mouth.

(Glory of Love, by Peter Cetera {in case you were wondering})

Tonight it’s very clear
As we’re both lying here
There’s so many things I want to say
I will always love you

Sometimes I just forget
Say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don’t wanna lose you
I could never make it alone

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of
We’ll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

Max stared into her eyes lovingly as Liz’s eyes registered shock and surprise. She was searching his eyes as though looking to see if he were sincere. Max could have danced right then. She looked like he had finally gotten through to her.

You’ll keep me standing tall
You’ll help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

Just like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We're gonna live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

We'll live forever (we'll live forever)
Knowing together that we (knowing together)
Did it all for the glory of love

We did it all for love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love

The crowd was deafly silent. The girls were crying at how beautiful that was. They liked Max Evans, but his music was always so depressing. But this one was breath-taking. Max’s eyes were still locked on her while he whispered softly into the microphone. “I have one more surprise for you, Liz.” He pulled her up to stand with him. He turned her around to face the curtain and stood behind her. The curtain rose revealing Alex and his band. Liz drew in a staggering breath that sounded more like a gasp. Max watched Liz’s expression intently, not wanting to miss any emotion that crossed her face.

Alex stood behind a microphone stand as he spoke to the audience. “Hello, everybody. We are the Whits, and we’ll be playing for you today. Our first song is dedicated to my best friend and the most important person in my universe.” He kept his eyes on hers even though he still faced the audience.

(The Only Rose by the Wilkinsons)

A little red-headed girl
Stood at the mirror
Studying her face
She didn’t like her nose
And all of those freckles
She’d love to erase
Oh if she could

As she said to herself
I’d be anyone else
If it were up to me
Her mom walked in
And said with a grin
One day girl you’ll see

There’s a million stars
In the summer sky
And each one has its name
There’s a million snowflakes
In the wintertime
But no two are quite the same
And there’s something
You can’t see right now
But one day girl you’ll know
In a field that’s full of daisies
You’re the only rose

You can talk about clothes
Talk about make-up
That’s a matter of style
And I bet Mona Lisa’s mother
Heard her daughter say
She didn’t like her smile
What’s inside you just can’t hide
‘Cause beauty runs so deep
And one day you’ll knock
Some young man right off his feet

Liz had been quietly mouthing the words as he sang. She was overwhelmed with so many emotions that she didn’t even know what half of them were. As the Whits played more songs, Max placed his arm around her slender shoulders and led her off stage. Liz was still trying to recover from the shock so she didn’t even register the arm around her. Once they were off the stage, Liz slowly turned to face him. She shocked him when she suddenly hugged his waist. “Thank you. Thank you so much for giving Alex his chance. He has wanted this forever. Thank you.” Max’s big arms enclosed her petite figure as he closed his eyes.

She pulled back and composed herself. “Well, I guess we are off to dinner, huh? I mean, that is what you said, right? The concert and dinner.” Max had a secretive smile. “Come here. I would love for you to meet some people.” Liz was an expert when it came to dodging things so she didn’t miss his attempt to change the subject, but she let it drop...for now. She allowed him to escort her over to a group of people that she recognized as the other members of the infamous boy band. Max cleared his throat and got their attention. “Hey, guys. I would like you all to meet Liz Parker. Liz, that’s Michael, Kyle, Dustin, Aaron, Benny, Maria, Kevin, and Trevor.” Liz greeted them with a kind smile. Michael stuck his hand out and said, “Well, it’s great to finally meet you, Spitfire.” Liz awkwardly shook his hand as an eyebrow rose in silent question. Kyle chuckled. “It’s a long story. Nice to meet you.” The other guys just nodded in acknowledgement. Maria stuck out her hand also and shook Liz‘s vigorously. “I think that we will be great friends. Don’t you?” Liz blinked at the blonde’s energy. She simply mumbled a ‘sure, whatever.’

Max looked at Maria and asked. “Hey, Maria, where is my sister?” Maria pointed toward the curtain near the stage where Isabel was staring out at Alex’s band attentively. Max pulled Liz over there towards Isabel. He tapped her on the shoulder almost causing her to scream. She was about to ream him when her eyes zeroed in on the diminutive young woman beside Max. “Ah. So I finally get to meet the girl that turned my obnoxious twin brother into a useless mass of wasted brain cells. I’m Isabel, by the way.“ Ok, these people are weird! Liz thought to herself, but she greeted the girl nevertheless.

Just then the Whit’s exited the stage amidst a thunderous applause. Alex headed straight over to Liz, took her in his arms, and spun her around joyously. “That was absolutely amazing. I got such an adrenalin rush....They liked me, Lizzie! They really like me!” Liz’s only response was the punches that she threw at his chest. Alex heard mumbled sentences like: ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ and ‘I am going to kill you for this.’ and ‘How could you have kept this from me?’ Alex tried to fend off her attacks but in vain. “Ok. Ok. Ow!!! That hurts.! Stop! I‘m sorry. It was all Max‘s idea.” Liz stopped hitting him, but glared at him instead. She whirled on Max. “Are we leaving now? For dinner?” Max smirked slightly. “Um, no.” Liz’s forehead crinkled, displaying her confusion. “But you said that we would go to the concert then dinner.” Max explained. “Ok, what I said was that we would go to a concert and a dinner. I never said that they were on the same night. We are having dinner tomorrow. Isabel and Maria will take you shopping. You can buy whatever you want. It’s on me. Then after you are done, we will go to dinner.” Liz’s jaw dropped in shock, but Max could see the familiar fire in her eyes.

~at the end of the evening~

The Whit’s were packing up to leave and one of them called out to Alex. “Dude, you coming with us or not?” Liz shook her head at him before Alex could answer for himself. “Oh no. Alexis and I are riding back in the limo. We are going to have a” Alex gulped, and his eyes portrayed a bit of fear. Michael laughed. “I pity you, man. Good luck!” He quickly shut up when Maria smacked him upside the head.

Do you guys even remember this story? *big* Well, this is my favorite part!!!!! And I will try my hardest to update more often. I am so sorry that it has been so long. Leave me feedback and maybe you can convince me to update in the next few days. *wink*


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posted on 27-Mar-2002 6:32:16 PM by VenusStar
Part 9

~the next day: Saturday~

Liz was waiting for Maria and Isabel. She didn’t know how she felt about this. She loved shopping, and the fact that she was spending someone else’s money was definitely a bonus; but she was never someone that liked hanging around ‘girly-girls.’

Her mind wandered. Last night, during the ride home, Alex had told her about Max coming to him, their talk, their plans, how he had met Isabel before his performance, and how he sort of.....fancied her. Liz had an inkling that Isabel sort of liked him too, especially by the way that she was watching him sing. That was definitely something that she intended to find out today during her little shopping excursion.

She was jarred out of her thoughts by an insistent ringing of her door bell. She growled in annoyance. She swung open the door and looked at the two girls that were way too excited for their own good. Liz cocked her head to the side dramatically.
“Welcome to Pizza Hut, may I take your order?”
“Oh, you are so funny, Liz!”
“I try....Shall we go?” The two other girls nodded, and they were off.

~4 hours later~

“Can we stop and take a break? My feet are killing me.” Isabel whined as she sat down at an available bench. Maria scoffed. “Maybe next time you won’t wear three inch heals. You know, tennis shoes work wonders. They are comfortable, practical, and gasp...they don’t give you as many blisters.” Isabel glared at her before answering her in a condescending tone. “Shut up, Maria. I didn’t ask for your opinion. Nor do I want it.” Liz was astonished. I can definitely see that family resemblance now. “Wow! That was a little rude. I want you to apologize to her.” Isabel gaped at her as if she had just introduced her to a whole new concept. “Uh, why?” Liz walked directly up to her and crossed her arms. She was about to reply, but Maria stopped her. “Hey, don’t worry about it, Liz. She always acts like this when she’s cranky.” Liz shook her head. “No, she is going to apologize. I understand being cranky. But, it is one thing to be cranky; it’s another to be cruel. She shouldn’t be able to treat people like that and get away with it. Celebrity or not.” Isabel huffed but muttered an apology anyway.

The rest of the day went very well. Maria and Isabel had to buy their own stuff, but Liz got to buy whatever she wanted on Max’s credit cards. And she was definitely taking advantage of that! Who wouldn’t? She bought shoes, outfits, cds, and more. She was tempted to buy a new state of the art computer but knew that would be too much. She really did appreciate his generosity.

They found Liz the perfect dress for that night. It was white with a hint of silver so it naturally contrasted her dark beauty. It was long and flowed around her slender legs. It had the elegant short, off-the-shoulder sleeves and a matching shawl that hung gracefully from her elbows. It even had a matching purse. The girls got manicures, facials, pedicures, and their hair done. Her hair was swept up on the top of her head in an elegant bun with one curly ringlet on the side of her forehead.

If Isabel would admit it to herself, then she would realize that she hoped this would work. She knew that Max had acted different lately, and it didn’t take a genius to know that Liz was responsible. She was good for her brother. They balanced each other out. She knew that opposites were the best couples. Look at Michael and Maria.

Maria liked Liz. She was cool. She was one of those people that were tactfully honest and stood for what they believed in no matter what. Never backing down. A good quality if she was going to be dealing with Max on a daily basis. She too had noticed the change in Max. He was more down to earth. Caring. She shook her head. One thing that she definitely knew about Liz was that she wasn’t going to be easy to win over. Max had his work cut out for him.

~that evening~

The limo pulled up in front of a fancy Italian restaurant just outside of Phoenix. Maria and Isabel had been dropped off earlier that day. The valet helped her out of the limo. Once she was inside, the host smiled kindly at her. “Are you Liz Parker?” At her small nod, he continued, “Right this way, miss.” He led her to the back and out a side door onto a patio. It had a few tables but only one was occupied. The patio had a beautiful view of a large sparkling lake. The lake was bordered on one side by a forest and on the other by a huge plateau. It was already dark out and the lake reflected the light of the moon stunningly. She saw Max in a tuxedo standing behind the railing near what she could only guess was their table. He was gazing at the beautiful scene in front of him. Although he had been here plenty of times already with his family, he had never stopped to really admire the beauty here until now. Until Liz. She seemed to open his eyes in more areas then one.

The host spoke up causing him to spin around in surprise. “Sir? Your guest has arrived.” Max thanked him and turned his head slightly to look at Liz. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen anyone as beautiful. The lake scene he had just been looking at paled considerably to her. The moon glittered off of her dress making her look ethereal. It seemed as if a glow of soft, white light surrounded her face. Or at least it did to him. He embarrassingly realized that he had been staring at her for a few minutes without saying anything. “Hello, Liz. You look absolutely stunning tonight. Actually, no words can describe how you look.” He walked over to her chair, and after she sat down, he pushed it in for her. “I am assuming that was a compliment. So...thank you.” Once seated himself, he smiled at her over the candles. Remembering his gifts, he reached beside his chair to get them. He handed her the bouquet of red roses and a small box. Liz smelled the flowers and hesitantly reached for the box. She carefully opened it and gasped softly. Inside the box was a tear-shaped diamond on a silver chain. She was so shocked at the gift that she didn’t know until it was too late that Max was no longer in his seat, but behind her. He reached forward over her shoulders and took one end of the necklace in each hand. He carefully fastened the necklace around her delicate neck.

After he had resumed his seat, he spoke softly, almost timidly. “I would have gotten gold, but Alex told me that you prefer silver.” She sighed. “I do, shouldn’t have spent so much money on me.” She finished with a small shake of her head. His eyes searched hers before he spoke worriedly. “You do like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. have already spent so much and now this. You paid for my little shopping spree, which by the way was a lot of fun, thank you for that. You paid for this dress. You are paying for this dinner. And you bought me this gorgeous jewelry. I just don’t know what to say.” Max’s answer was short and simple. “Then don’t say anything at all.” Liz surprised even herself when a tiny smile slipped on her face.

The next half hour was spent with ordering their meal and waiting for it. Max ordered the chicken parmesan, and Liz ordered the vegetarian ravioli. He made casual conversation and was encouraged a little because she appeared to be listening. He talked about his childhood and how his mother immediately knew that he would make it big. When their food arrived, they ate for a few minutes in silence before Max broke it. “Is it good?” Liz looked up, and she was smiling. Her eyes lit up animatedly. “Yes! It is one of the best that I have ever had. How did you find this place?”
“My family used to come here when Isabel and I were young with my grandparents. They used to live around here. I haven’t been here in at least six years. Now that I think about it, I don’t know how I stayed away for so long.”

They had both finished their meals when soft music floated outside. After gaining his courage, Max stood up and took her hand in his. He bent down and brushed a light kiss against the back of it. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, “May I have this dance, sweet lady?” Liz’s mouth was open slightly as she nodded lightly. He led her a few feet away from the table, and they swayed smoothly to the music. Liz stared out at the moon, wondering what lay in store for her and Max Evans. Could she actually let herself fall in love with this man? She’d be lying if she said that she hadn‘t noticed the change in him, for she had. Right before her very eyes. Now the question was if she could consciously push all of her first thoughts and impressions of him out of her mind and give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, he was for real after all. She would never know unless she gave him a shot. With that, she made the decision to let him show her just how much he had actually changed and how much he actually cared.

Max’s gaze never left the top of her head. He couldn’t believe how well this was going. He could tell from the look on her face that she was deep in thought. After a minute, she seemed to have come to some sort of decision. And it didn’t escape him that she relaxed against him significantly. She even laid her head on his shoulder. Voluntarily! He didn’t know why she did, but he was grateful for whatever caused her to do that.

After the song ended, Liz slowly walked over to the railing to admire the view. Max came and stood beside her. There was a cool breeze that night. Liz tried her hardest not to shiver, but her attempts were in vain. Out of the corner of his eye, Max saw her shiver slightly. He slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and onto hers before she could protest. She was so small that Max’s large jacket almost engulfed her. It’s kinda’ cute really, he thought. He wet his lips and took a deep breath. He was taking a big chance with this.

“Liz?” Her eyes rose to his. He took another deep breath. How was he going to do this? He led her over to her seat and then knelt in front of her with her tiny hands gently grasped in his. “You have been changing me since the moment that I saw you in the park. You may have bruised my ego a little, but you put me in my place and taught me a needed lesson. It didn’t really realize my feelings then, but I knew that my life would be different from then on. You know that guy that was following you, I sent him. He was a private investigator. I needed to know more about you. He told me about Alex’s gig. Me and the guys went to Shaefer’s the first time that the Whits played there. I know, that’s something you didn’t know. But you mesmerized me on that stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second. I knew from then on it wasn’t about my pride; it was about showing you my real feelings. I can’t remember ever being as content as I did that day at the hospital. It feels good being around you. When I watched you taking care of Samantha, I felt this little pang in my chest for some reason. I never felt that before. Not for anyone else.

My mom called me today. She said that she watched the concert on tv. She noticed the change in me too. She said that she is proud of the man that I am now. A man that only exists because of you. I am a better person because of you, Liz. I have known you for all of three weeks, four on Monday, but no own has ever been able to affect me so much. Did you know that tours usually leave the city that they are in after like five days? Well, I had to beg Benny to let us stay longer. All for you.” He pulled both of them up and led her back to the railing.

“I know that you might not ever let me see you again after tonight so I have to tell you this now. Liz,...I love you.” Her gasp interrupted his speech briefly. His voice got softer, slower, and hoarse with all the emotion behind the words as he tried to get his point across. “I can’t stop it. And I can’t change it. All I can do is hope that someday, you’ll return those feelings...” After his little speech, he slowly lowered his face to hers, trying to give her every chance to pull away. She remained perfectly still. In shock. His lips hesitantly met hers. His eyes were closed as he slowly, sweetly, and gently kissed her. Finally!!! was the only coherent thought in his head. He reveled in the kiss and in the knowledge that she wasn’t fighting him. Instead, she was timidly kissing him back now. His right hand rose to the back of her head. His left went to her cheek which he delicately caressed with the tips of his fingers. He desperately wanted to deepen the kiss but knew that would be moving too fast for Liz. He pulled away and looked down at her. He could still taste her on his lips. With a loving smile, he said, “So does that mean that I am going to be able to see you again?” She laughed lightly but nodded all the same. “Yes, you can see me again,...Max.” It suddenly hit him that in all the time that they spent together. In all the time that they had spent talking, she had never addressed him by his name or even his last name for that matter. She was finally letting him in. He wanted to jump up and down, he was so happy. But he refrained, not wanting Liz to think him strange. “May I have another dance?” She nodded and allowed him to lead her away from the rail. They danced for the next hour. Max was a little more sure of himself so he pulled her closer and held her against him. She anchored her arms around his broad, sturdy shoulders as she looked up at him. He was so gentle with her. It was almost as if he were cherishing his most precious possession.

~1:30 that night~

Max lay in bed thinking about Liz. They had already dropped her off at her house. He wondered how he was going to make this work, but he was determined that it would work. He would make sure of it. He just got her; he wasn’t about to give her up. He had never been so happy. Before her, sure he had had fun. But he hadn’t felt truly complete until she stepped into his life. There had been moments when everything in his life had been a little slow that he had recognized that he was missing something. He even doubted that he would ever find it. But now that he had, there was no way that he would lose it. He turned over and smiled at himself in the mirror across the room. He knew he probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight, but he was too happy to care. His life was good. He was looking forward to seeing her again. Maybe he would drop by and see her on Monday at school. Give her and her school a nice shock. Maybe give an impromptu concert with the guys. Bring her some more roses. Sweep her off her feet. Yeah, that will definitely work. He turned his gaze to the window. Good night, Liz. Sweet dreams.

I told you that I would update in a couple of days if I got feedback. And I do keep my promises!!! *happy* So how did you guys like that part? Really. I am always so unsure about this part b/c I feel like it doesn't really connect well, and that I didn't write Max's little speech in a way that a guy would actually act and talk. I don't think that a guy would really say that stuff and I tried to make this as real as possible.

And the reason that I am hesitating with the actual new part b/c I don't like the way it turned out. I am going to read through it a couple of more times and try to fix it. ::frowns in distaste::

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posted on 29-Mar-2002 9:05:46 PM by VenusStar

Part 10

~the next day: Sunday~

Alex rushed over to Liz’s. It was early, like seven a.m., but she would be up already. Hopefully. He let himself in with the key that he had had since he was like ten. Walking quietly so as not to wake up her parents, he crept to her room. He sighed when he found out that she was still asleep. But, that was a problem that could be easily remedied. He walked over to her bathroom and turned the faucet on cold. He stuck his left hand under the running water while grinning. After turning off the water, he hurried back into the room. He held his wet hand hovering a few inches above her face as he sat beside her on her bed. Drip! There went a droplet of water. It hit her nose. She sat up quickly with a gasp. Her eyes narrowed on Alex. He was going to pay dearly for that. Giving him one quick shove, she giggled as he fell to the floor with a surprised yelp. She reached over to her nightstand and found her drink from last night. She poured the clear liquid over his head with a satisfied smile. “Serves you right!“ He sat there for a few minutes with his arms crossed over his chest pouting like a spoiled child. Then he remember why he came over.
“Oh! I forgot. Guess what!”
“You’ll never believe this.”
“You never know. I might. But we won’t know until you actually tell me!”
“Ok. Ok. Ok....There was a scout there at the concert. He heard the Whits and liked us. Can you believe it? He went back and told Sony Records about us. Sony called Storm’s manager and asked him about us. They called me last night and set up a meeting for Wednesday. We are going to discuss a record deal. The Whits are going to get signed!!!!” Liz squealed happily. She was so happy for her lifelong friend. He deserved this. He finally got his break. She knew without a doubt that he would make it big. Especially now that he had gotten rid of that Molly girl. She was unpredictable, unreliable, and, frankly, a horrible singer. He had kicked her out of the band a few weeks ago. Luckily before the concert.
“That is terrific. Have you told the guys? Oh, this is amazing.” Alex shook his head.
“You are the first one that I told. I always tell you things first. I am going to tell the guys later on today. You want to come with?”
“Definitely. I can’t wait to see the look on Gary’s face when you tell him.” She laughed as she pictured their crackhead bandmate’s face. Alex joined in as he too imagined Gary’s face. After a couple of minutes, Alex stopped and looked at Liz expectantly.
“ was your shopping trip with a certain Ms. Evans?” He blushed a little after he asked it.
“Fine. I got a lot of stuff. Have I ever told you that I like shopping with other people’s money? Well, I do. I found the most amazing dress. I will have to show you. But I had a lot of fun with them. Maria is kinda‘ goofy, but lovable. Isabel opened up a little more around me...And she asked about you. At lunch, she casually asked me about you. It was so hard not laughing at how obvious it was that she likes you.”
“Really? She asked about me? Woohoo!!!” Alex got up and did a little happy dance that resembled the one that the computerized hamsters did on that commercial from like two years ago. Liz couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, she did.” He realized what he was doing and stopped quickly.
“Well, now onto you. How was your date with another certain Evans? Hmm? Did he find his way into your good graces?” Liz smiled and relayed the events of the previous night to him. She also told him how she felt about them. She was happy. Who wouldn’t be? It was wonderful. She had never felt so attractive or treasured in her entire life. Max Evans made her feel special. A feeling that she really wasn’t accustomed to. She told Alex everything that he had told her including that he loves her. They talked for hours about their lives and the turns that those lives had taken recently. About Max and Isabel. About record deals and fame. About everything that mattered between the two best friends. Comfortable in each other’s presence and calmed by their unconditional love and support.


Liz and Alex had just gotten back from telling the guys the good news and decided to eat lunch at the Crash. Throughout the course of their meal, numerous people came up to them and asked for autographs. Alex had loved that, and even Liz warmed up to the attention a little bit. They politely took pictures with tourists and answered a few questions. “Just think, Alex. This is just going to get worse from here. I mean your band is going to be famous. I can see it now. You will have those screaming teeny-bopper fans that will chase you down streets trying to get your autograph.” Alex grinned. “Oh, I know. I can’t wait.” Liz rolled her eyes. “So...what are you going to do about Isabel?” She really enjoyed the adorable blush that graced his cheeks. “I don’t know. Maybe I will ask her out. I want to talk to her, but I don’t have her number. Do you really think that she likes me?” With a chuckle, she tried to ease his worries. “Yes, Alex. She really does.”

~late that evening~

Liz was currently on the phone with Max. He and his band were about to go to the next city on their tour soon so he had decided to call and talk to Liz. They talked for hours about everything. Liz told him about her childhood and what her life was like. And Max told her about the guys and life on the road. The more they talked, the more comfortable Liz was around him. She got less worried that this was some sort of joke or revenge on his part because of the way they met. She told him about some her worries. “Max, I’ve got something on my mind that is bothering me. Well.....celebrities aren’t exactly known for being devoted or faithful in their relationships. I am just sorta’ scared.” Max was quick to put her worries to rest. “Liz, I can’t even imagine looking at another girl. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else.” Liz’s heart swelled at the words. He is so sweet! She sat in her chair on her balcony and smiled. On Max’s end, he could here an ‘awww’ sound coming from the phone. He was glad that she wasn’t worrying anymore. She really had nothing to worry about. He was the one that was scared that she would lose interest in him.

They continued talking for another hour before someone on Max’s tour bus yelled to him. “Hey, Romeo, Juliet needs her beauty sleep.” Liz had laughed softly as she had heard it filter through the phone. Max had said goodnight shortly after. He walked up to talk to his driver for a minute.

~Monday at school~

Liz and Alex had for some unknown reason become incredibly popular. People that they didn’t know or previously didn’t know them were coming up to them and acting like they were best buddies. Their teachers were even being nicer to them. You know, letting them slide if they were late for a class or if they didn’t do their homework. And Alex was milking this for all it was worth. He somehow even convinced the P.E. coach to let him sit out today during his class. ‘Big bird’ was back. He didn’t tell them where he had been over the last two days, but Liz had seen a lipstick mark on his collar so it wasn’t hard to guess.

At lunchtime, everyone in the quad wanted she and Alex to sit with them. But they opted for a table away from the crowd in the shade of a tree. A couple of people like Pam Troy tried to sit down next to them. But that is where Hanson came in. He had brought crime scene tape with him and had put it up around them.

Liz opened her lunch bag and gagged. “Eww! I keep telling my mom that I don’t like ham sandwiches. But does she listen? No!!! I don’t like pickles either! Ugh!...Looks like I am not eating today.” She was about to get up and throw away her lunch sack when a bag flopped down on the table in front of her. A voice whispered softly. “Maybe not.” Liz knew that voice. She spun around to face him with a smile. “Max!” He grinned as he sat down beside her. He leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, still unsure if he was allowed to kiss her lips. “Hi, sweetie.” He turned slightly to greet his new friend. “Hey, Alex.” Alex nodded as he swallowed the food in his mouth. “Hey, man.” Liz looked around her and saw that their table had the attention of every person outside. Especially the girls who looked like they were swooning. And she saw the rest of the guys and Isabel on their way over. She turned her attention back to Max who was in a light conversation with Alex. “So to what do I owe this pleasure?” Max looked down at her and blushed. “I wanted to see you...And I brought you some real food.” For the first time, she really looked at the bag. Taco Bell

She threw him a dazzling smile of gratitude before opening the bag and taking out a soft taco. She took a bite and closed her eyes in bliss. “Mmmm. You are a saint.” With a soft chuckle, he replied. “I’m glad you like it.” She nodded vigorously as Alex laughed at her.

Finally, Max’s group showed up. Isabel hurried over to sit beside Alex. Liz smiled knowingly to Alex. Michael ended up sitting on Alex’s other side as Kyle sat on her other side. Kevin sat beside Isabel. Dustin sat beside Max. And Trevor sat between Michael and Kyle. Michael looks at Max with a frustrated expression. “Did you have to run? Huh?” Max blushed harder and darted his eyes to Liz to see her reaction. He decided that a quick change of subject would be best. “So where are Benny and Aaron?” Michael glared at him. “They are talking to the principal to see if we can do it.” Liz looked at Max with curiosity. “Do what?” He smiled secretly. “It‘s a surprise.” She frowned in response but left it alone.

She looked over at Alex and Isabel and smirked. Isabel was giggling as Alex tried to put bread crumbs in her hair. So obviously flirting. She nudged Max with her elbow and motioned with her head at the other two. He looked alarmed for a moment, but then he just looked amused. I have to say. I have never seen my sister flirt before. It’s funny, really. In that disgusting sort of way. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he refocused on the petite girl beside him. Her eyes danced with mischief as she eyed the two, but she decided to have some fun later.

“So, Alex, are you going to tell Isabel who called the other day?” He looked up quickly, almost guiltily. “Oh, that’s right.” He smiled proudly. “I got a call from Sony Records Saturday night. They want to talk to the Whits about a record deal on Wednesday.” Everybody but Liz was congratulating Alex. She just smiled at him from across the table. Kyle spoke up, “Maybe you could join our tour.” Max added. “Yeah, that would be awesome. I mean, it’s only fitting.” Alex nodded his head in approval. “I’d like that. But 1) we need to get signed first. 2) I need to talk to the guys about it. And 3) I am not going anywhere until after graduation. I mean, it’s only like two weeks away anyway.” Nobody noticed the slight sad look on Liz’s face at the thought of Alex leaving.

The rest of the lunch period went relatively well. They all got along well. Almost like friends that had known each other forever. During the middle of lunch, Max cautiously wrapped an arm around Liz’s shoulders, half expecting her to either slap him or shove his arm off. She did neither. Instead, she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t stop the goofy grin that grew on his lips. He tightened his hold around her happily. A loud bell rang out seconds before the principal’s voice was heard over the loud speaker. “Students, your next class period has been canceled. You all are to report to the auditorium as soon as possible. Enjoy.” Clapping could be heard everywhere across campus.

The students all made their way to the auditorium. Liz gave Max a questioning look when he and his group were making their way in as well. Max smirked and said, “Surprise.” Realization dawned on her, and she shook her head at him. “What are you going to do?” Max just shrugged. “Oh, the usual.” As Liz and Alex made their way to the auditorium door, they noticed that their little entourage was gone. “Huh, that’s weird.” Alex mumbled as he held the door open for Liz. They found seats near the back. Hanson was MIA again. But they weren’t worried. They had a sneaking suspicion that he just might be with Debbie. Hmm. Probably.

They settled in for whatever was to come. A minute later, their principal came on stage with a microphone. “Good afternoon, everyone. We have some special guests joining us today. So be nice.” With that, he walked off the stage. Liz turned to Alex incredulously while mouthing ‘be nice’ mockingly. But before Alex could reply or return their banter, Storm came on stage. Max introduced the band, and they played some of their most popular songs. The girls were going nuts, and the guys kinda’ liked them but were just glad to be out of class mostly. After they were done singing, they signed autographs and answered questions for awhile. Storm, and Isabel, were all sitting in nice, comfy chairs that had been provided for them in front of the stage and signing autographs for the numerous students of West Roswell High. Alex had wandered off toward Isabel, while Liz just kind of sat on the stage behind the group swinging her legs over the edge boredly.

Max turned around and grinned at her. “What? I can’t interest the lady in an autograph?” She shook her head with that mischievous twinkle back in her eyes. “Why would I need an autograph when I have the real thing at my disposal?” He couldn’t help but blush at her words; it didn’t matter that she was kidding. “Y-your disposal, huh? What exactly are you going to do with this man that is at your disposal?” And so their playful teasing continued. Her head cocked to the side slightly with an innocent, uncomprehending expression. Dang, this girl should be an actress, Max thought. “Do?” she finished off her innocent facade with an adorable, vacant blink. “Yeah, you know, do. Like....are you doing to make him do your laundry? Are you going to make him do your chores for you? Are you going to make him do your shift at the Crashdown? What are you going to do with this man? Hmm?” She put her chin in the palm of her hand and tapped her cheek in thought. She bit her lip before answering. “That all sounds so good, though!” She would have continued if not for the astonished choking sound that was emitted from Max. He stood up and walked towards the stage until he was right in front of Liz. Because of the height of the stage, they were eye to eye. He framed her face with his hands, leaned his forehead against hers, and muttered, “You are going to be the death of me, Liz.” She just smiled sweetly. “I know.” He was about to lean in for a kiss when he heard footsteps a few yards away. He cast a look over his shoulder and found several awe-struck girls waiting at his autograph station expectantly, inaudibly demanding his attention. He growled in aggravation but walked over to the girls anyway.

Liz hopped off of the stage and made her way over to Alex and Isabel. This is going to be so much fun!!!!! From his spot, Max kept an eye on Liz as she spoke to the two. A moment later the three of them left the auditorium. With his curiosity piqued, he wondered to himself. What are you up to, my mischievous little sprite?

~the school hallways~

“Ok, yeah, it’s in the closet down the hall.” Liz explained as she walked between them down the lonely hallways. “Why can‘t you do this yourself?” Isabel asked. “The box is on the top shelf...Listen, it’s not my fault I’m short!” “But why do you need both of us, though?” Liz drew in a deep breath before replying. These two are being so uncooperative. “Because it’s a big box! It will take both of you to carry it.” Alex joined the conversation at this point. “Why on Earth do you need this box anyway?”
“I will explain later, Alex!!!!!!”

She was headed toward the closet that always had the key in the door. The janitor kept it in the door so he wouldn’t lose it. When she reached it, she cast a glance at Alex. She was lucky that he was too smitten with Isabel to notice exactly which closet they were at. Isabel turned to her confused as she and Alex walked into the small room. She didn’t seem to take notice of the fact that Liz hung back at the door either. “Liz, that box is not that big.” She turned back to Alex as he reached up to get the box. “Oh, my mistake.”


Isabel and Alex whirled around to find the door shut. Isabel turned and jiggled the knob, but the door wouldn’t open. They both pounded on the door and yelled for Liz to let them out. Alex stepped back and looked around him. For the first time realizing where he was. The infamous eraser room. “Oh crud!” he mumbled quietly to himself as Isabel continued banging on the door. It was ironic really. He had never been in here with a girl before. He hadn’t been in here with a boy either, but you get the picture. Now he was locked in here. Well, this is certainly going to be interesting.

Liz stood just around a corner giggling softly to herself. She could still hear some banging, but the yelling had stopped. She placed the tiny key in her pocket and made her way back to the auditorium. She walked over to Max who was sitting on the edge of the stage waiting for her. She stood in front of him and noticed his eyes move from her to the door then back to her. “Where are the other two?” “Around.” She answered simply. “No, really. Where are they?” She looked at him sarcastically. “You think that I did something? What could I have possibly done? Lock them in a closet? Really, Max.” He studied her with narrow eyes unsure if that was something that she would actually do or not. She rolled her eyes at him and the absurd idea.

~half an hour later~

They had finally finished all of the autographs, and the students had gone to their next classes. Max looked at his fellow band members. “Ok, we need to find Isabel because we really have to go now.” He stopped to look at Liz directly now. “Do you know where Isabel is, Liz?” She sighed but gave up. “Alright, alright, alright! Come with me.” The group followed the small girl’s lead straight to a tiny- was that a broom closet? She pulled the key out of her pocket, and Max’s jaw dropped. “You were serious!” “I am just full of surprises.“ She inserted the key, opened the door, and quickly hid behind Max. The door swung open to reveal the couple in a heated lip-lock who hadn‘t become aware of their presence yet. Liz pushed her head between Max’s side and his arm to take a peek. She almost bounced with her excitement “It worked better then I planned.” she whispered to Max. Max didn’t know whether to frown at the fact that his sister was kissing a guy right in front of him or to smile because Liz was happy. So he did both. He smiled at Liz and frowned at his sister. Michael, being the eloquent one that he is, cleared his throat to get their attention. *Ahem* They jumped apart quickly, but not quick enough. Poor souls. Isabel’s make-up was messed up and her hair and clothes were disheveled. Alex had a little bit of lipstick smudged across his lips. Both were blushing furiously. Kyle chuckled. “Oh, believe me. We are not going to let you live this down, Ice-abel. We are going to rib you forever and on.”

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posted on 12-Apr-2002 6:31:33 PM by VenusStar
Part 11

~two weeks later~

Liz sat proudly in the gym waiting for Alex’s name to be called. He was finally graduating. Isabel was here. Max and the others couldn’t make it, but they sent him graduation gifts to make up for it. Liz had tears in her eyes. In three weeks, Alex would be leaving to join Storm’s “Free Wind” tour. And she would be all alone. Sony had signed the Whits before anyone could blink. Of course, Alex had been cautious enough to bring Benny with him to make sure everything was legit. Benny was also the Whits’ manager now too. The speaker’s voice drifted to her as Alex’s name was called. She watched as he walked up to get his diploma. He waved at his parents and hers, winked at her, and smiled at Isabel. Yeah, those two were close now. They hadn’t been mad at her for her little closet stunt because she had been the one to really bring them together. Sort of. Isabel hadn’t left when Storm had pulled out two weeks ago. She had stayed with Liz, because staying with Alex wouldn’t have been proper. Hah! She spent all of her time over there anyway.

She and Isabel had gotten a lot closer. They had had a lot of talk sessions before they went to sleep. Most commonly, they would exchange embarrassing stories about the men in their lives. Liz would tell Isabel stories about Alex and his upbringing. Isabel would do the same about Max. But they had soon gone to other topics and found that they had a lot in common.

Max called her almost every night at eight o‘clock. The only nights that he didn’t were when he actually had a concert or something of the kind. They were getting closer too. For that, Liz was happy. But she missed seeing and talking to Alex everyday. And she knew that it would only get worse. She had let her feelings on the subject slip during one of her phone conversations with Max when he had noticed that she seemed a little sad. It was obvious that he didn’t know what to say. She quickly changed the subject to something less troubling. But he had made it a point to tell her how he felt about her at every turn. He would say everything that he possibly could to get her to laugh. To smile. To be happy. She felt lucky to have him in her life. But she missed him. Sure, they talked all of the time, but she missed seeing him too.

~almost three weeks later~

In two days, Alex would be out of Liz’s life for a very long time. So in knowledge of that, the two were spending the day together. Isabel was off spending time with Mrs. Whitman. Alex and Liz had gone shopping, roller-skating, to a carnival, and so much more. The two close friends were now sitting on Liz’s bed talking while eating ice cream. “Yeah know, this is probably the last time that I will be doing this for a very long time. I’m going to miss this. I know that we haven’t really been spending a lot of time together lately, and I am sorry. I just really like Isabel. She’s....different, I guess. I enjoy being around her.” Liz smiled. “It’s ok, Alex. I understand. I may not like it, but I understand. I have to admit that I have never seen you so happy.” He blushed but nodded.

He hesitated before asking this next thing. “Ok. Can I ask you something?” “Only if I get to ask something in return.” He nodded again in acceptance. “What do girls like in a guy?” Liz cocked her head to the side. “All girls are different. We all look for something different too. Some like a good smile. Some like a nice six-pack. Others like good arms. I, personally, like a guy with broad, sturdy shoulders. Girls like guys with broad shoulders because it symbolizes power, strength, and stability. It shows that you are someone that can catch us when we fall. Someone that will protect us if we are in danger. Someone that will be our rock during emotional turmoil. Just basically someone that will be there and can be depended on.” Alex’s mouth gaped open. “You get all of that from one look at someone’s shoulders? How is that even possible?...Ugh, I will never understand women.” Liz giggled at his frustration. “Women really aren’t that complicated. You don’t understand because you don’t listen. Yes, I know that you listen to me. But women will drop little hints here and there to give you some insight into their minds. You just have to catch them. Like...reading between the lines. For example, if you say, ‘Can I go spend some time with the guys?’ and she says, ‘Sure, go ahead. We can reschedule our date.’ What that really means is ’I am not going to say no, but if you go, you are dead meat.’ See? You have to be able to judge her expression, words, and tone. ........My turn. I get to ask something now. Ok, why do guys have such a fascination with breasts. What is so appealing?” Alex almost choked on his ice cream. He was blushing worse than ever before. “Um....I don’t know. I really don’t. We” “Well, you’re a lot of help.”

The two sat in silent contemplation for a few minutes before Liz spoke again. “It’s amazing how close we are. Most guy-girl friendships aren’t really ever close. Just friends in name. I mean, that conversation didn’t even make me embarrassed at all. With anyone else, it would. I am really going to miss this.” She broke off her words to cover a tiny sniffle. Alex put his bowl down and pulled her into a hug. “I am going to miss you! No matter how close Izzy and I get, you will always know me best. I don’t want to lose you. I mean, who else will keep me level when I’m famous. You know what I dreamed about last night? I dreamed, that after the Whits went big, and we got millions of dollars that I built a huge mansion and flew you out to live in it. You lived in the lap of luxury just so I could see you every day. And you know what? I really want to do it too.” Liz lifted teary eyes to his equally moist ones. “You will be fine, Alex. You’re going to be so busy that you won’t have time to miss me.” But that won’t stop me from missing you! She added silently in her head. Alex frowned. “That’s not true! I will always miss you. Every time that I play at a concert, I will miss that you aren’t backstage supporting me. Being my constant. Liz, you are the only reason that I have gotten this far. Because of you, I didn’t quit three years ago. Because of you, half of the guys in my band are in my band....And ultimately because of you, the Whits got signed. You really are my lucky charm.” She could help but laugh that he used the childhood nickname that he had given her.

~three days later: six o‘clock in the morning~

Storm’s tour bus was parked outside the Crashdown. Alex and the rest of the Whits were loading their gear and luggage. Michael and Kyle were loading Isabel‘s stuff. Dustin, Kevin, and Trevor were still asleep on the bus. Max was looking for Liz. He found her sitting facing the window in one of the Crashdown’s booths. He sat down across from her and reached for her hands. “Hi, sweetie. You okay?” She shook her head slightly. “Anything that I can do?” She shook her head again. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it instead. Max sighed. He was at a loss of what to say to make her feel better. He scooted out from his side and sat back down on hers. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his side. “It’s going to be okay. I promise, it’ll be okay.” She raised her head to look at him. After what seemed like an eternity, she gave a tiny smile. He grinned in relief that she was at least a little better and pride that he had brought it out. He leaned down and kissed her. He had waited so long for this. But she was so important to him. He wasn’t about to rush her. He would do anything to make her happy. And he intended to talk to Alex again about it. But how was he going to survive without her? The only thing that he could think to do was to make sure that she knew how he felt at all times. He knew how hard these next few months were going to be for her. She was in for a rocky ride. It pained him to know that when she needed someone close by that he couldn’t be there.

His reverie was broken when Alex and Isabel walked in the door. He could see the change in Liz’s emotions when she remembered that her best friend would be leaving. He would give anything to save her from the pain that he could so easily read in her features.

“Hey, kiddo. We are just about ready to go now.” Alex said to Liz as he sat down across from her in the booth. Max and Isabel exchanged a look, both simultaneously getting up and leaving the room to give the friends some privacy to talk.

“I am really going to miss you, Liz.” he mumbled through a tight throat. It was true. All his life, Liz had always been less than twenty minutes away. They never went on family vacations without the other. Never. This was going to be really difficult.

“I know. And I am going to miss you too.” Liz’s eyes never left the table as she spoke. Steady and unmoving. Unblinking. Possibly for fear that more tears would come.

“Listen! I am not going to be one of those people that forgets the friends that got them to where they are. Liz, I am going to call you and write you so much that you are going to get sick of me real quick. I promise. Please don’t be mad at me. I mean, you always told me that I was going to be famous one day. It just came sooner then expected.” Alex sighed tiredly as he tried to reason with his life-long best friend. He didn’t want to leave her. If he could, he would take her along with him.

“It’s’s just too soon. I thought that I would at least have this summer with you. Even if you hadn’t gotten this break, you would have had to leave to go to college eventually,’s just too soon!” Liz’s tears finally broke threw as she silently cried. Alex hurriedly brushed them away even though they just kept coming. This was hurting him as much as it was her.

Kyle walked in the door before he could reply anyway. “Hey, um, sorry, man. But we kinda’ have to go now.”

The solemn group walked slowly over to the bus. Most of the two bands had already loaded on the bus. The only ones that weren’t were Alex, Max, Michael, and Kyle. Kyle gave Liz a hug then went on the bus. Michael hugged her next and whispered, “Stay strong, Spitfire. You have those two boys wrapped around your finger. It’ll be okay......Bye.” Alex hugged her as tight as he could without fear of braking her tiny frame. “I am going to miss you so much, Liz. I promise I will talk to you every day! I promise. Goodbye, sweetie!” He slipped onto the bus. Max walked slowly over to Liz and handed her a tiny piece of paper. “Liz, if you need to talk to me, at any time, call this number. Alright?........Bye, Liz. I love you.” He pulled her into a teary hug. He heard her whisper something but didn’t hear what she said. “What did you say?” he asked. She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “I said, ‘I love you too.’” Max couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across his face. Sure, he had said it before. But this was the first time that Liz had said it. He suddenly felt invincible! He gave her one last kiss goodbye then walked backwards onto the bus. He wanted to see her face for as long as possible.

As soon as the bus had pulled out of sight, Liz collapsed to the ground in tears. The two most important people in her life had just left on the same day. She knows, with certainty, that this is going to be the worst year of her life.

Here it is. The long awaited part 11. (Sorry, I didn't post it earlier this week. But I was at a National competition with the rest of my high school's band! And guess what! WE WON!!!!! YAY!!!!!!) I hope that it was worth it. It just seems really unbelievable and way too mushy........I don't know. Anyway! Leave me feedback. Please, pretty please!!!!! I really need it after that LONG, LONG week of competition and traveling there and back. (It was awful. Well, except for the winning lol)


posted on 6-Jun-2002 7:16:17 PM by VenusStar

Part 12

~the next day~

Liz woke up at eight that morning. She stretched and gave out one of those indistinguishable ‘morning mumbles,’ at least that is what her mom calls them. She sat up in bed and reached out to grasp the phone. She had just started dialing the familiar number when she remembered that he was gone. The phone dropped to the floor forgotten, as she collapsed back on the bed in tears.

A good two hours were spent with her crying. She finally managed to reign her emotions in and proceeded to get on with the rest of her day. After she had gotten dressed, she walked out of her room and downstairs with a fake smile. She knew it would fool everyone. The only person that would have been able to see through it was gone. She spotted her mother by the cash register and her father bussing tables. Walking over to her mother, she gave her a light peck on the cheek. “Morning, mom.” Her mother turned to her with a smile. “Good morning, sweetheart. You hungry?” Shaking her head in the negative, she walked over to say hello to her father before exiting the restaurant.

She hopped into her car and drove to Alex’s house. Knowing that both of his parents worked during the day, she just let herself in with her own set of keys. She walked slowly through the house that was practically her second home. Smiling every so often at a picture or knick-knack that brought back memories, she continued her trek toward Alex’s room. With a sigh, she slowly opened the door. Inside lay the familiar pig-sty that she had seen most of her life. Plopping herself down on the comfy queen-sized bed, she made herself at home. Liz spent the rest of the day going through his room and reliving memories from their earliest adventures as toddlers in diapers to the most recent. By the time that she was done, she had cried herself to sleep on his bed.

Anne Whitman had just gotten home from work. She placed her keys and purse on the table and heaved a deep sigh. Her baby boy was gone. Trying desperately not to cry, she made her way down the hall to her son’s room. As she opened the door, she smiled sadly at the sight before her. Gingerly stepping around the mess, she walked over to her almost-daughter. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she lifted the blanket to cover the sleeping girl. She tenderly swept the stray hair out of Liz’s face as she bent down to lay a soft kiss on her temple. At least she had one little birdie still in the nest. Well, sort of. She quietly walked out of the room and over to the phone in the living room. She dialed a number and waited for the other person to pick up. “Hi, Nancy......yeah, she is here. She is asleep so I am just going to let her stay here. Okay?....No, really. It is no problem!.. I am sure...Yeah, thanks. Goodnight.”

~the next day~

Anne walked into her son’s room to wake up Liz and bring her some breakfast in bed. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Rise and shine!” She could only chuckle when an sleepy grumble came from under the blankets. “Come on, Liz. You have to get up.” A weak, tired voice mumbled, “No.” The older woman smiled but spoke a little more sternly. “Liz!” With a yawn, Liz opened her eyes partially and sat up. She was confused at first as to why she was in Alex’s room, but then remembered the events of the day before. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Do you think that it will ever get easier?” Liz asked with another sigh. “I don’t know. I hope so, otherwise, you and I will never survive.” Liz nodded in agreement with that statement. “Anne? How about you and I spend the day together so that we can be together in our mutual pain?” It didn’t take long for Anne to answer. “Sure. I’d like that.” Anne sat down on the bed, and the two started to eat the breakfast. After a few minutes, Anne looked at Liz and decided to ask what had been bothering her for a while. “So, Liz, what is all of this stuff about Max Evans?” Liz’s movements stilled as an adorable, faint pink blush colored the apples of her cheeks. Anne laughed out loud at her. It felt good to laugh. “Oh come on! Spill!” Liz thought about how to reply for a good twenty seconds before deciding to just tell her. She knew that she would never be able to talk to her real mom about it because it would be uncomfortable. So telling her almost-mom would be nice.

“Well, it started about a month or so ago when I went to the local park to do some writing. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when Max Evans, of all people, comes up to me and starts flirting with me. And you know how I felt about him. He was a cocky, arrogant, and irritating person! I don’t even like his music Well, I totally blew him off because he was a jerk even when asked me out!.............” Liz continued telling Anne what happened until she had gotten her caught up with all of the events.

~on the tour bus~

Alex was sitting on the bunk that he had been given just practicing his guitar while staring at a picture of Liz. It felt so weird to be so far away from her. It’s true that they had never been more then twenty miles away from each other. In fact, when Liz was born, he had been at the hospital that day getting a check-up. When he was five and his family was planning a vacation, he had literally refused to go unless Liz went too. He had accompanied Liz to her family reunion in Ireland because Nancy is Irish. Every summer for two weeks, Alex and Liz would go down to Florida to see Liz’s Aunt Alicia. And every winter, Alex’s family and Liz would go to Aspen for some skiing and snow fun. It was tradition. And Alex sincerely hoped that recent developments weren’t going to keep him from joining Liz in Florida in August.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he continued on with what he was doing. He was currently writing a song. He was using how much he missed Liz to write the song. It was appropriately titled “I Miss You” and so far, he only had one stanza.

I Miss You

I really miss you
More than words can say
I really miss you
It’s getting harder everyday
I really miss you
It’s too hard to stay away

Alex had already written the chords and music to go along with it. He was so busy playing that he didn’t notice when someone walked in and sat down beside him. But he was jolted from his own little world when they said something to him. “Wha? Huh?” he looked up startled. Max chuckled quietly. “All I said was, ‘Hey, man.’” Alex blushed a little. “Oh...I guess, I was just a little caught up in my music.”
“Yeah, I can see that........Whatcha’ writing?”
“A song for Liz.”
“Really? What’s it about?”

Alex got a little quiet. But he eventually answered. “How much I miss her.” Max got equally quiet as well. “Yeah, I know how that feels.” Alex looked at Max and in total seriousness, asked, “Max, how do you really feel about Liz? I am as close to an older brother as she is going to get. And I have to look out for her.......So what exactly are your intentions?” Max was shocked by the question. He had never expected that. He was quiet for a minute while he thought about how to answer that. “Well, I really care for her a lot. I-I love her. And I understand that you are question my feelings because of how this whole thing got started, but I have no intention of hurting her. I don’t have the heart to. I mean........She’s all that I think about. I am serious. I can’t get her out of my head. And the guys tease me endlessly about it. I am a total softy with her. If she asked me for anything, I wouldn’t be able to say ‘no.’ She means the world to me......But I will tell you what! She is downright scary at times! That right there blows my mind. How can someone so small be so strong?” He finished that long speech with a gaping expression. Alex couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Liz is rather strong for a girl.....You know what? Scratch that. Make that freakishly strong for a girl. And she got that way by taking karate since age six and self-defense classes since age ten....I should know. She used me as a practice partner for those defense classes. Boy, is she brutal! I took the karate with her when we were kids but those defense classes really killed me.”
“What was she like as a kid?”
“Well,........smaller, of course. She was one of those kids that could get away with murder by just flashing an innocent smile.” he paused to chuckle at some of the memories. “She and I had this special place that only she and I know about. We would go there all of the time. It was this area in the desert with a cliff. True, it probably wasn’t one of the safest places for a kid, but we loved it there. Well, every time we went there she would tell me how she wanted to fly. And so one day, she jumped. I was freaking out. Screaming. Crying. You name it, I was doing it. Well, a couple of minutes later, I hear laughter behind me. I turned around and there she was, standing behind me soaked to the bone. It turns out that there was a lake of water below the over-hang of the cliff that she knew about and I didn’t. I was so mad at her for scaring me!”
Max laughed at the mental image. But his thirst for more knowledge about her was just getting bigger. He needed to know more.

~back in Roswell~

Liz had spent all day with Anne doing various mother-daughter type things. She did feel a little bit better. Anne made her realize that although Alex and Max were gone she wasn’t alone. And Liz needed to be reassured of that.

Now, Liz was currently laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how she was going to be able to go on with her life from now on. It wasn’t like Alex was her only friend, just by far her best. The friends that she had that were next up on her favorites list were Cole and Conner. Twin brothers who had been her friends since elementary school. Come to think of it, most of Liz’s friends were guys. She had female friends. She just didn’t seem to mix well with them. Too strong of a temper or too opinionated or too much of a free thinker to follow the crowd or something. Her worst fear was becoming a girly-girl. They irritated her. So, naturally, she hung out with guys.

She knew she would have to call the brothers soon. She hadn’t talked to them in a while, since the whole Max thing started, and they were probably kind of mad at her. ‘No time like the present’ she thought as she reached for the phone. After dialing the number, she put the receiver up to her ear and waited for someone to pick up. “Oh, hey, Cole. What’s up?”................................


No time, no see huh? I know, I know. It's been like months. Well here is chapter 12 so I hope you are atleast set for a little while. I plan on writing a lot more this summer on BOTH stories, Charming the People and The Granolith Crystal (and if you haven't read that one, I suggest you do. I hope you like it.) Well anyways, tell me what you thought. Atleast you know now that Liz won't be all alone this year. And you get to meet two new characters, Cole and Conner. (I am going to have fun making them up from my active imagination) lol

posted on 1-Sep-2002 7:02:16 PM by VenusStar

Part 13

~the same day~

“No, I didn’t!” Liz shrieked while laughing. “Yes, you did, Eabeth! You shoved Josh Ingram into a truck in fifth grade because he threw a football at you!” Liz was about to protest but knew it wouldn’t do any good, so she gave up. “Ok, ok, I did. And I don’t regret it either! He deserved it! I even warned him..... And don‘t call me Eabeth!” Cole’s laughter filtered through the phone at how much she hated his nickname for her. He had given it to her when they were in second grade. She had introduced herself to he and his brother because they were new. She had said her name was Elizabeth but also said that no one was allowed to call her that. She insisted that they call her Liz. Cole, being the little bratty kid that he was, decided to take the ‘Liz’ part out of Elizabeth, leaving Eabeth behind. The first time he called her Eabeth, she got so mad that she didn’t talk to him for a week.

“ you want to meet at the Crash in half an hour and do something?” he asked. Liz’s answer was an emphatic ‘yes’ as she smiled her first smile since Alex and Max left.

~back with Alex and Max~

Alex sighed in frustration as he slammed the phone down. He turned towards Max’s expectant face. “Busy........again.” Max couldn’t control his over-reactive mind that just so happened to be running rampant at the moment. So many scenarios were going through his mind. He had been trying to call Liz for like two days, and he couldn’t get a hold of her. Finally, his composure snapped. “What do you think is going on? Who is she talking to?” Alex didn’t need to think to answer the question. “Oh, probably one of the Conrads.” One brow lifting in question, Max asked, “The Conrads?”

Alex nodded. “Yeah, the Conrads. The Conrads are a family which members have names that all start with C’s. When Cody and Cali got married, they decided to name all of their kids with C names. They had seven boys. First was Caden. Next was Chad. Then they had twins, Chase and Chaz. Then they had another set of twins, Cole and Conner. Then lastly, Cory.” He had turned around to put some of his belongings away while he was talking so he missed the alarmed look on Max’s face at the knowledge that Liz was talking to all of these guys. For the first time, a twinge of doubt entered Max’s mind. He didn’t think that Liz herself would do anything. But he didn’t trust all of those guys. Who, better than he, knew how much of a pig a teenage guy can be?

When Alex turned around again, he continued. “Chase and Chaz were in my grade. Cole and Conner are in Liz’s. Cory is the only one that is Liz’s age though. And come to think of it, Liz used to have a little crush on Chad. I thought he had one on her too at one point. I was so sure that they were going to get together, but oh well.” This last bit of information didn’t help Max’s fears at all. But for some reason, Max didn’t have enough nerve to ask Alex if he should be worried. He just kept it all inside.

~in Roswell~

Liz was sitting in a booth in the Crashdown waiting for her friends to show up. But she kept having to talk to various strangers that had questions about Max or Max and her. It was bugging her that people were paying so much attention to something that had nothing to do with them. She was also tired of the way that people were all of a sudden trying to be all buddy-buddy with her. Speaking of buddies, Cole and Conner are here.

“Hey, Eabeth. What’s up?” Cole said as he waltzed through the doors with his brother. Cole and Conner were the epitome of male teen coolness. The identical twins had blondish hair with a hint of brown and green eyes. They had identical suave charming smiles and broad shoulders. They walked with a hint of confidence and an air of importance. They had the whole surfer look going on. Over half of the girls in Liz’s school had a crush on the two. The rest had crushes on the other Conrad boys.

Liz looked over and smiled at the two. “Hey, guys. So what do you two want to do today?” Conner spoke up for the first time and said while a smile that showed all of his pearly whites. “How about swimming at the old water hole at the edge of town?” “That sounds good to me. What do you think Cole?” Cole nodded. “That’s fine.”

“Ok, hold on. Let me just go upstairs and get my swimsuit and a towel.” Liz said as she rushed toward the backdoor of the restaurant. Five minutes later, they were on their way. Conner was driving. Liz was in the passenger seat. And Cole was sitting in the back seat leaning up between the two. The top was down on the blue sports car as the music blared through the speakers. Liz looked over at the two boys that were going to be saving her from a year of boredom, depression, and sadness. She smiled a bright smile at Conner as he glanced over at her. “Thanks, guys.” She said with total sincerity and seriousness. Cole answered with a nonchalant shrug. “No prob, Eabeth.”

The rest of the day was a lot of fun. The three spent hours swimming and playing in the water. Then they went back to the Conrads’ house. She got to get re-acquainted with her almost family. Liz hadn’t had so much fun in a long time. She forgot all about how much she missed Alex and Max. And it was because of this that she forgot that they wanted to call her today. Oops?

~Back with Storm~

Max was beginning to get impatient. He had been calling Liz every free second that he had. And she was never home!!! Where is she? Is she with the Conrads? What is she doing? All of these thoughts were just swimming through his head. And the doubts were just eating away at him.


I know, it's been quite a while. But atleast I posted. I know that's shorter than my usual posts but that just seemed like a great stopping point. And thank you for all of the feedback and bumps. It means a lot to me! *big* Keep up the good work! lol