posted on 21-Oct-2002 7:41:35 AM by bel_83
Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights or the character in Roswell.




AN OUTCAST or SOMETHING MORE


Prologue - Liz’s POV

High School- Those were the worst days of my life. I was tortured and ridiculed. I was smart, maybe too smart for my own good, but I couldn’t help that. I was tormented, and I was teased. I was lonely, couldn’t they see that? I mean it was hard enough as it was, starting at a new school not having any friends to begin with. But things just got worse from there. I hated every second of high school. Oh sorry I had one ray of light on my first day, but that didn’t last long. You will know what I mean later.

I used to sit by myself, under the big oak tree. I kept to myself. I know where I stood in the greater scheme of things. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, and just watch. Sometimes I wish I could be like them, but to be so self centred, to care about so little. No I’m glad I kept to my quasi existence.

I watched the different social systems, that flowed before my eyes. The cool kids, I’ll get back to them in a minute. The goths, the druggies, the geeks. I didn’t fit in anywhere in the scheme of things. I refused to label myself in a group. It’s sad to think how people are so quick to place a label on others, but nether the less it’s there and to these people it’s true. To isolate yourself from others because you think you’re better, I just never understood it. I would have taken any friends that I could back then. But no one offered.

OK back to the cool kids. My tormentors. The kids who thought they were better then everyone else. The beautiful people. They knew where they stood in the social system. They made the system for goodness sakes, and placed themselves right at the top. That’s where they failed. If you place yourself at the top, there’s a lot further to fall. They were just to obnoxious to think they could ever fall. They were at the top of the pedestal and I was cleaning there shoes. Not literally, but that’s how they made it seem. Anyway, the beautiful people, they ruled the school. If you saw them walking down the corridor you’d move. They were mean, they were intimidating. And he was one of them.

I’m sure every school had one boy like him. Popular, smart, gorgeous, but highly unattainable. Every girl wanted him, but no girl got him for very long. I wanted him, I was in love with him. I know it was wrong. But when you’re in love everything seems right. And plus I was young, I was naive I listened to what they told me and I believed it. Times have changed thank goodness. I’ve probably got them to thank for that, but we’ll come back to that later. Back to the highly unattainable boy I was in love with.
I knew it was wrong, that it could never be. I mean I was a loner, an outcast . I wasn’t beautiful. In fact I was the opposite. I had boring ratty brown hair. Split ends were the norm for me. My boring brown eyes, were covered by large rimmed glasses. I really only needed them to read, but I wore them everywhere. Old mismatched clothes hung off my slightly overweight frame. Spots that come with growing up, speckled my face. If there is one thing I’m glad I kept it is my mouth. I had perfect teeth, that was something I could control from frequent checkups at the dentist.

I know I was far from perfect. I knew that already. I didn’t need them constantly telling me. And yet they insisted on it, every single minute of every single day. Even at work I couldn’t escape it. It was like they got off on making me feel bad. Bad about myself. He would watch and laugh. I was a joke to him. Although he wouldn’t join in on the teasing, but he would laugh all the same, and yet I still loved him. His rumpled brown, his mysterious amber eyes, that dragged anyone in. They certainly dragged me in. That beautiful smile, that I only ever saw once, and that body. Whoah. Guys were not supposed to be made that perfect.

I used to think I felt his eyes on me sometimes. Or maybe I just wished or hoped. But then I’d look up and he would be laughing with his friends again. The populars. The In crowds. The perfect kids. The kids who never seemed to have a care in the world, but probably had the most. I used to be jealous of them. They got to see him close up, whilst I watched from a distance. But I don’t think they ever knew the real him. They saw the good looking boy who was good at sports, they didn’t look further. They didn’t try. He was good looking and that was all that mattered. I used to wonder if that ever bothered him. If he cared that people didn’t look past what they saw. I couldn’t help the way he seemed to lure me in. Even when every time he laughed when his friends were teasing me, I seemed to lose myself just a little bit more. But I couldn’t let them take all of me. I wouldn’t allow them that. They didn’t know me. They didn’t try and know me. They didn’t realise that I was special in my own way. I didn’t realise it back then either. They judged me, like they judged everyone they came across. They had their own set of standards and if you were below them you suffered. I suffered. They judged me because of my appearance. I wasn’t beautiful, there wasn’t anything that stood out about me then. They judged me because I was overly smart. Back in high school to be smart and not beautiful was not cool. It was cool to be smart and beautiful.. Like he was. He wasn’t your regular jock, although he excelled at sports he was also an intellect. He wasn’t a meat head, he did his homework and assignments and handed them in on time. He was better them.

I will always remember my first day at Roswell High School. My parents and I had just moved here from Arizona, they had bought a cafe. They thought I might be able to make friends in Roswell. They didn’t understand I didn’t have the qualities to make friends. I wasn’t beautiful and I was extremely shy, I’ve changed a lot since then. Although High School was hell, there was one moment that kept me going. It was my first day at Roswell high School, I was walking down the corridor, when I was tripped. My books went tumbling to the ground, followed closely by me. He was walking past at the time, and helped me pick up my books, he asked if I was ok. I couldn’t find the words to answer. He kept on walking after offering me one of his, which I found out later, rare smiles. That was my first and last encounter with him. It was the only opportunity I would ever have to talk to him. That was the day I fell in love with Max Evans.

There you have it...I wasn’t pretty enough, I wasn’t cool enough, I wasn’t thin enough. I always wanted to be something more.

If only they could see me now.


TBC?????

Well should I continue???


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posted on 22-Oct-2002 1:24:47 AM by bel_83
Thanks guys for the awesome feedback. I didn’t expect such a response!! This is my third fic. I’m also presently doing a Roswell/Dark Angel crossover titled Secrets and Sidekicks. It can be found on the crossover bard so if you want take a look...
I will try and get parts to this out pretty frequently but uni and work might not allow it. New parts will at least be out twice a week. I’ll try more though.




Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Roswell or the characters


Part 1

5 Years after High School Graduation.

“Hey Liz check this out. Did you ever think I’d be able to do this.”

That there is Alex Whitman. He is the bass guitarist in the band that I am now a part of.

“Alex you have far to much time on your hands.”

Meet Michael, he is the drummer of that same band.

“Shut up Michael at least he does something with his spare time, unlike some people I know.”

And that there is Maria, Backing vocalist and multi talented musician, who just happens to be my best friend. We all live together in a studio apartment in upper Manhattan. We all met as students at NYU, and things just went from there.


It all started after I graduated high school...


“West Roswell High Class of 2002 would like to present this year’s valedictorian... Elizabeth Anne Parker...”

I remember that day like it was yesterday. No one clapped for me when my name was called out. No one except for my parents and a couple of other parents who were probably feeling sorry for me.
I didn’t give a speech, like valedictorians usually do. I knew no one would listen to me. I mean they never cared before what I had to say, so why would they start now?

My parents were so proud of me that day. I’d become everything they ever wanted me to be, not everything I’d ever wanted to be, although they didn’t know that. It was they ever wanted for me, or from me, good grades and a good education. I love them I really do, but I wanted to live my life. They were only trying to live their lives through me. Which I do understand, I was after all the reason, they never really had the chance to make something more of themselves. You see my parents never got to go to college. Mum fell pregnant with me when she was 17, and dad supported her. They’d both lived in Arizona their whole lives. Life was difficult for me there. I was the bastard daughter, a mistake to everyone there, but my parents. My parents were young teenagers, and having a baby out of wedlock was just the icing on the cake. They married when I was 4, and finally moved away from the all the gossip of Arizona when I was 12. They moved to start afresh, somewhere where they wouldn’t be judged for having a daughter so young, somewhere where their daughter wouldn’t be judged for having such young parents. They never thought there were other ways I would suffer, so they moved to Roswell, New Mexico. Alien capital of the world, and that’s what I felt like. Alien.

So my parents never got to go to college, they never got to really live their teenage years. They reassure me that I was never a burden on them, they never even contemplated aborting me or giving me away. But sometimes I wonder. If I’d been born a different place, a different time, would I be the way I am today. No I guess I wouldn’t, but then I wouldn’t have had to go through those torturous years of high school either. Oh well there’s no use dwelling on that, I can’t change the past, and I guess I wouldn’t want to if I could.

So I graduated, my parents were proud. They didn’t want me making the same mistake as they did, so I guess they were glad that I never had a boyfriend. I wonder if they ever wondered why?

So it was the day of graduation. The next day I was off to fulfil their dreams. I was finally getting out of Roswell, New Mexico, and going to the big bad city. New York.
I did get accepted to all the big schools but I decided on New York University. I could study there and fulfil my parents dreams of me becoming a renowned micro biologist, and at the same time I could set out to fulfil me own dreams. Dreams that had captivated me since I was a young child, dreams that had plagued my mind ever since.

You see, I never told anyone this, but back then, I could sing. I always wanted to share the one thing I was good at, the one thing I wouldn’t be judged for. I wanted to share my music with others. Not even my parents knew of my secret aspirations, they didn’t even know I could sing. They didn’t know I practiced everyday when they were at work. They didn’t know that singing probably saved me, singing was one of the only parts the populars couldn’t take away from me. They couldn’t take away something they had no idea I could. Could they?

So my parents were happy. NYU was a good school, and that was what they cared about. They didn’t know I was going there to fulfil my dreams of being part of a band. Part of something special that wouldn’t judge for what they didn’t know, but judge me for what they did.

I was going to New York to finally make something of myself. I was determined to show them I was good at something, and at the same time prove to myself that I was right and they were wrong. I WAS going to become something more.
posted on 23-Oct-2002 1:25:34 AM by bel_83
Hey. Thankyou everyone so much for the feedback. I’m sub majoring in writing at uni so I thrive off the stuff!!!! At the moment I’m just trying to introduce Liz so You can get a feel for her as a character and how she has changed since High school. I didn't want to rush her transition, so there will probably be another Liz POV after this one, and then a Max POV.

Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83


PREVIOUSLY...

So my parents were happy. NYU was a good school, and that was what they cared about. They didn’t know I was going there to fulfil my dreams of being part of a band. Part of something special that wouldn’t judge for what they didn’t know, but judge me for what they did.

I was going to New York to finally make something of myself. I was determined to show them I was good at something, and at the same time prove to myself that I was right and they were wrong. I WAS going to become something more.


Part 2

I left for New York the day after graduation. To make a long story short, NYU didn’t work out for me. I was to intent on fulfilling MY ambition, and not my parents. Which is probably the way it should have been all along. I did the sensible thing though, I didn’t just become some crazed rock star, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. In fact it was going to be extremely hard, I even had my doubts. So with this in mind I deferred University. In case I ever wanted to go back. If my dreams didn’t work out, I could always fulfil my parents. So each year I continue to defer for another year, you can never be too safe, plus I’ve always been sensible, I’ve always had everything mapped out. And with something to fall back on I was less worried about the future. Which allowed me to concentrate on my present. On MY dreams.

I was at NYU for one year before I deferred. It wasn’t what I expected, but it was different to high school. People were going there because they wanted to learn. That was the main difference, I was no longer an outcast because I was too smart, for once I fit in. The students at NYU didn’t attend because they had to like high school, they actually wanted to be there, so to them I wasn’t inferior. I was just another student who wanted to learn, I was just another student blending in with the crowd. I wanted to make my parents proud, I guess that was why I stuck at it for so long. One whole year of my life that I could have been perusing my dreams, spent chasing my parents dreams. I guess it wasn’t all bad, I mean I still loved science, and if I wasn’t so intent on becoming a musician I’m sure I would have loved every minute at NYU. But that just wasn’t the case. I still got good grades and I still tried my best, but my heart just wasn’t fully into it. Every spare minute I had would be dedicated to my music. Writing, composing, singing. Music that would lead me to my dream. And a dream that would lead me here...


So here I am. In the studio apartment I share with the other guys in the band; Alex Whitman, bass guitarist and founder of ‘The Dropouts’. Michael Guerin, drummer and Maria Deluca, multi talented musician and backing singer. And here we all are. Together. I have blossomed since I've known them, they forced me to open up and come out of my shell. They made me come out of hiding and helped me believe that I could reach the stars. I will forever be thankful for that. I will forever be thankful for them coming into my life when they did. I never dreamed I’d be where I am today.
But I guess you’re wondering how I came to be a part of this band ‘The Dropouts’, how I came to meet these people, that have so directly impacted my life. Well it all began on my first day at NYU at class registration...

It was a freak coincidence really. We were all lining up to register for classes. As usual I was trying to blend in, I didn’t want my life at NYU to be the same as my life at high school. I thought that if I didn’t do anything to bring attention to myself, no one would notice me. And if no one noticed me I wouldn’t be tortured and tormented again. I didn’t realise back then, what I now know. That, that wasn’t the way uni worked. It was a place where people went to further their education, they wanted to learn, they wanted to be there. They worried about themselves, not other people. They didn’t care about me, or my life’s ambitions. They didn’t care about the way I dressed or the way I looked. Just as long as they got where they were going and I didn‘t interfere. And I was totally fine with that. I thought that I was going to go through uni unnoticed, and I was fine with that too. I was used to living like that, in the shadows. But as it turns out, trying to blend in got me noticed. And I am glad it did, because standing in that line trying to blend in, is when my life was turned upside down. In the best way possible.

posted on 23-Oct-2002 11:10:11 PM by bel_83
Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83

Hey guys I’m glad your all enjoying my story. I’m having a lot of fun writing it. This part is a little longer than the others because I’m not sure when the next part will be out, I’m working all day tomorrow and I have a very busy weekend, but I will try to post some more either tonight or on Saturday.
Thanks for the feedback, keep it up guys and the story will keep coming.



PREVIOUSLY...

I thought that I was going to go through uni unnoticed, and I was fine with that too. I was used to living like that, in the shadows. But as it turns out, trying to blend in got me noticed. And I am glad it did, because standing in that line trying to blend in, is when my life was turned upside down. In the best way possible




PART 3

So there I was minding my own business, blending in, when imagine my shock one Maria Deluca approaches me and starts talking to me. I didn’t know what to say, not that I could have gotten a word in edge wise, but this had never happened to me before. Never had anyone approached me and started talking to me, and it was voluntarily as well! This was the one defining moment I my life, that set of a chain of events that have lead to where I am today. And more importantly who I am today.

I will always be thankful to Maria. She was my first friend, and through her I met Michael her on again, off again boyfriend. At first he comes across as a stone wall, but then you get to know him, and once you've gained his trust and friendship you will hold it forever. He’s like a protective big brother to me now, I always wanted a brother. And of course there’s Alex. He’s goofy and he’s wacky, but he’s adorable and sensitive at the same time. I love him all the same, when he’s with me and Maria he’s just one of the girls. Although he would strongly deny that to keep his masculinity in tact!

Anyway they were all part of a band, At that time it was called “The Whits”, of course Alex came up with that one although he was the founder, so I guess that entitles him to naming rights. Anyway ay I’m getting off track again. So they were all members of The Whits. They were a band just starting up, and were waiting for their big break. Obviously they were also attending NYU, they had the same idea as me, NYU was just really a backup in the wider scheme of things. They understood me. The accepted me and they didn’t judge me. We connected instantly. Which is pretty amazing for someone who had never had friends before!

As it turned out they were looking for a lead singer, and as they say the rest is history!

So there I was, an ugly duckling turning into a graceful swan. I decided that if I wanted to be lead singer in a band I needed to undergo an image change. A transformation. For so long I had hidden behind my looks, not believing there was anything more to what everyone else saw. But that changed when I met Maria, maybe all along all I needed was someone to befriend me. For someone to approach me, so with Maria’s help and expertise I started to change myself. And I wasn't doing it for anyone else, I was doing it for myself. I realised it was not wrong to want to look good, to actually look like you cared about your appearance. I guess back in high school I didn’t want people to like me just because I looked a certain way. So maybe all along I was testing them, making a statement to myself. That I could be accepted no matter what, but unfortunately that’s not the way it worked. Sad but true. And I was an example of that fact.

To begin my transformation I decided to take up hip hop and ballet. It didn't take me long to get in shape. When I was younger I actually did dancing, and I was quite good at it to. That was before high school, before my body started to change. Before food was my anti depressant, and when food was my only friend.
So I picked up the moves easily, I was so happy to be dancing again, and I realised that I was never as big as they had made out. Back in High School they had just over emphasised my weight to make me feel bad about myself and my body. I’m now ashamed to say that I did listen to them, I was at that stage, where your body begins to change and it makes you even more self conscious. They played upon that, and I fell right into the trap. Along with dancing I’d also taken up kick boxing, my line of thinking; you would never know when you’re gonna need to defend yourself in a city like this. And plus I had always been defenceless against things I couldn’t control, and I was determined to no longer play that role.

I talked Maria into joining up with me, she was very reluctant at first. I knew she would be, it wasn’t really her thing, so it took a lot of convincing on my part. She finally caved when I told her we’d be like these awesome kick ass chicks who no one wanted to mess with. We’d be like Buffy, just with better names and better hair!

And yes I changed my hair as well. In light of my new image I underwent a lot of physical changes. I realised that oily hair and split ends no longer seemed to be in fashion. My hair is now the same chocolate brown, only now it is streaked with red. As I said split ends are a thing of the past. My hair is now in healthy tip top shape. It still flows past my shoulders and It’s actually soft and shiny. Recently I’ve been thinking about getting dread locks, think that Aussie chick Ella Hooper from the band Killing Heidi, her hair rocks, but I don’t think I’d have the guts to do it. I may have come along way since High School, but there’s still a few things I need to work on, one of those being living in the moment, and not thinking about things so much. But I still have my scientific mind and I still need a plan, but I’m working on that.

I also no longer wear reading glasses everywhere. I finally realised that my eyes were one of my best features. Maria helped me realise this when she commented on how many emotions could have flash through them in such a short space of time. And she said quote “Chica, you could seduce any guy into bed with those eyes.” So I lost the glasses and invested in clear contacts which I only use for reading.

The last part of my image change was dress sense. I was sick of being the conservative little girl who couldn’t even match a right shirt with a pair of jeans. I mean anything goes with jeans!! Like I previously have said, I had no dress sense what so ever back in High school. I was totally and utterly clueless. Next to me Punky Brewster looked like she belonged in a fashion magazine.

So once again Maria stepped in. She took me on a shopping spree, which I’m sure must have such a hard day’s work for someone like Maria. I think she had way too much fun, making me try on every single item of clothing in every store that we went too. And that was a lot of stores.
She said I shouldn’t look to slutty, but not prudish either. So as Maria put it, she settled on the “Jessica Alba” look. According to Maria that chick is the ‘bomb’. So there I was on our return from our big shopping expedition, standing in front of the full length mirror, in the dorm me and Maria shared at the time at NYU.

My hair was loose cascading down my back, the light bouncing of the red streaks that seemed to bring out my brown eyes and my clear olive complexion even more. My eyes were lightly shadowed and my lips were tinted with pink lip gloss. According to Maria I didn’t need much make up, apparently all my features complemented each other. Well who would have known.

I was wearing a red singlet top that showed a tiny bit of a now firm midriff. It was low cut, but not so low cut I was showing off my assets to the world. Assets that I never knew I had. I had on a pair of tight hipster jeans, that accentuated my now muscular thighs and claves. And a simple pair of skater shoes to top off the look. I will never forget Maria's face, when I stepped out of my room and stepped in front of the mirror. Let’s just say it was priceless. I guess my reaction was pretty much the same. For the first time Maria Deluca was speechless, and for the first time I felt comfortable in my own skin, I have to admit I never I knew I had it in me.

And for the first time I knew I WAS going to be something more.
I was no longer alone, I had friends. Friends to share my dreams with, to share myself with. Friends who have always accepted me, not just because I might look good now, but because of what is inside. Friends who like me are determined to become something more, which brings me pack to the present.

So here we all are five years on. Sitting around the pool table, that also doubles as a dinner table. We are all staring at an envelope lying in the middle of the table.
You see, we were signed by a major record label after they heard us playing in a local bar. That was only one week ago, and now our future was laying right before us. Our manager that had been assigned to us had told us to be expecting this letter. Inside were the details of our first performance outside of playing at the local bar. The contents in this envelope would either make us or break us. lets just say it was not what any of us expected. Especially me.

All we were aware o, was that our manager had been trying to get us a gig. He hadn't said too much only that we had to start small and work our way up. Word of mouth was going to be a key for us, so this first gig would determine a lot. He told us that the ‘little’ people in smaller towns were an extremely important demographic for us. Never did I image how important this letter was going to be.

I finally decided that someone should just get it over with so leaning over I picked up the envelope. I opened it and read aloud...

To Alexander Whitman,
Michael Guerin,
Maria Deluca and
Elizabeth Parker AKA The Dropouts

re: The Dropouts are scheduled to perform at the West Roswell High School, class of 2002 Reunion.
This reunion will take place on the 5th November 2007, at West Roswell High School auditorium. All your needs will be accommodated. Looking forward to hearing your band play.
More details can be found overside.

Your’s sincerely
Reunion Coordinator
Miss Isabel Evans.

I stopped reading. And for a moment I think I stopped breathing. I myself was not invited to my own reunion, but the band I play in were. Well I guess I will shake things up a bit. I can’t help but wonder what everyone will think. And I can’t help but wonder if one Max Evans will be there to finally see me become something more than an outcast.

posted on 24-Oct-2002 6:37:37 AM by bel_83
Hey guys. Thanks for all the feedback. I’m trying to get parts out nearly every day. But I’m busy all day tomorrow so the next part should be on Saturday. And don’t worry the reunion will be soon. I just wanted to give an insight into Max’s feelings about high school and Liz. So here’s the next part for you all...



Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83



PREVIOUSLY

I stopped reading. And for a moment I think I stopped breathing. I myself was not invited to my own reunion, but the band I play in were. Well I guess I will shake things up a bit. I can’t help but wonder what everyone will think. And I can’t help but wonder if one Max Evans will be there to finally see me become something more than an outcast.

PART 4

Max POV

I remember the first time I ran into her. And that was how it happened; I literally ran into her. She wasn’t beautiful. She wasn’t even pretty, but there was just something about her. Something that made me stop and help her when otherwise I just would have kept on walking. Probably cursing the klutz who dared walk in my way in the first place. But I didn’t. I stopped and helped her up, picking her books off the floor and handing them to her, offering her a rare smile. There was just something about her.

I’d watch her sometimes, sitting there by herself, by the massive oak tree. I’d watch her watch everyone, everything around her. She must have known something about everyone that attended West Roswell high. And yet we knew nothing about her. We didn’t look further than what we saw on the outside. That was enough back them, for them. To the naked eye it might have looked like enough for me too, but it wasn’t. I longed to know her, I longed to know anything about her. Just one small detail that would make me feel like I knew her. I’m ashamed to say it, but I didn’t even know her name, until I was partnered with her in biology. That was the day I found out two things about her; her name was Liz Parker and she was a genius. I never found out why she spent all her time alone, I know she was never accepted, and I did feel bad for her. But like her I had a certain image to ascertain. I was smart, I was popular, and I always had the prettiest girl on my shoulder. But that was never enough for me.

I knew what it was like for people to look at you, but not really look at you. They see what they want to see, and look no further. I was good at sports, so I was an instant jock. And being popular came with the territory. People would look at me and they would like what they saw. And that would be enough. For them maybe, but It was never enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted someone to see through the jock facade, and see who I really was. To see the real me. I think she did, or she would have If I ever gave her the chance. But I never did. I always though she was better then all of us. I wonder what she’s up to now. I wonder if someone finally opened her up and looked inside. If someone accepted her for who she was, she deserved that. I wonder If she’s happy or if she still carries around the wounds of high school. I wonder if I will ever know.

I know they made life hard for her. They picked on her, they teased her, and I laughed. I didn’t defend her like I should have. Like she deserved. They tormented her because she was different. She was smart, and she didn’t dress to please others. I never told anyone this but o admired her for that. I admired her because she refused to change herself for others. Just so they would like her. If they didn’t like her as she was then they didn’t deserve to know her. My so called friends picked on her because according to them she was an easy target. Precisely for the fact she had no friends, and she couldn’t or wouldn’t defend herself. Even outside school she couldn’t escape the ridicule, she faced it at work, and once again I would sit and laugh. I wouldn’t join in, but I would laugh all the same. And I know it hurt her. She never did cry in front of any of us, but I know she must of in the comfort of her own home. Because I saw the p[ain, I saw the loneliness. It was all in her eyed. Her eyes, well they were kind of amazing, I saw her once with her glasses off and it was spectacular. Her eyes were so filled with emotion, that was how I knew she was in pain. And still I said nothing. Still I did nothing.

I can’t believe today, five years on, how pathetic I was back then. To care that much what other people thought of me. I was the most popular kid in school, yet I was too weak to stand up for a defenceless innocent girl. That is one of the things I regret from high school, but what I regret most, is that I never spoke to her. Not once, The only time I heard her voice was when she was answering questions in class. She sounded so timid, so scared of speaking out loud, so afraid that she might have been wrong, that people would laugh at her. I guess I assisted in that, she should never have been afraid to speak, she should never have been afraid that she would be laughed at. But she was, and I carry the blame with me still today. I want to make it up to her, I plan on making it up to her. But it might be to late.

I just hope she hasn’t sacrificed herself for others. For some strange reason I don’t think she ever would, and I hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me. Because I was more like her then she will ever know.
I guess the answer to all my questions will be found out soon. Its our five year reunion. I hope she’s their, I hope she talks to me. I hope she remembers me. Because I definitely remember her.

Maybe I’m expecting too much. I mean I didn’t exactly make her life easy during high school. I still remember Graduation Day, she was announced valedictorian, that is a great accolade, yet she received no cheers or applause from us students. I don’t know why I didn’t clap, because I know I was thinking about how much she deserved it, once again I guess I was sticking to the identity I’d forged for myself, as a jock.

I have long since shed that identity. I ended up studying medicine at ULCA, I am now a first year med student, and I’ve changed so much since High School. At least I hope I have. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school, I was to involved in my studies to even think about it. I did go on a couple of dates, but none of them worked out. Turns out brains and beauty is a hard thing to find in a girl.

So I’m going stag to my five year High school reunion. I wonder what everyone’s been up to. I lost contact with most of my so called friends when I went to college. Of course I’m still in contact with my twin sister Isabel. UI haven’t told you about her have I? Well she too has changed since graduation. She is no longer the prissy bitch that she used to be, she is actually went to university and studies child psychology. It’s kind of ironic, I mean she made Liz’s life hell at school, and now she’s counselling some children for that very same thing. I guess people do change, and some you just would never expect.

I wonder if Liz had changed much. There my thoughts go wandering back to Liz. I didn't even know her, the only conclusion I’ve come to is that it must be guilt. I guess I just want to see if she did ok for herself, despite what we put her through. I mean you can’t like someone you don’t know and haven’t seen for five years. Can you???

TBC

Ok next part I think will be out Saturday. It will be a joint Liz and Max POV getting ready for the reunion.


posted on 26-Oct-2002 5:54:14 AM by bel_83
Hey guys. You are all excellent thanks for the awesome feedback, I’m glad you are all enjoying this story. This part is a Liz POV and also an Isabel PO. Some questions about Isabel will be answered. I thought Isabel’s perspective was necessary in not only Max’s development but to show how Isabel has also changed.. I hope use all enjoy. I’m not sure about this part. I had a bit of a big one last night, and was a bit hung over today when I was writing this. Ok enough of me I’m off to a party. Enjoy, I’m not sure when my next update will be. I’ll see how I’m feeling tomorrow if not it will be on Monday.

Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83



From Part three...

I stopped reading. And for a moment I think I stopped breathing. I myself was not invited to my own reunion, but the band I play in were. Well I guess I will shake things up a bit. I can’t help but wonder what everyone will think. And I can’t help but wonder if one Max Evans will be there to finally see me become something more than an outcast.


PART 5


Liz POV

1 month later...

I can’t believe it. One month had flown by, and now there is one week...One week, and I can finally lay my past to rest. I though I would react differently, to appearing at my own school reunion. I mean I didn’t even get invited. I obviously did a better job than I ever though of not being noticed, not being remembered. Oh well that’s the past now. I’ve changed, and finally I’m going to show them how wrong they were about me. I used to write a lot of songs when I was in high school, I guess it helped me deal. I mean I was in love with a guy that I had no right to be in love with. Well that’s the way I saw it back then. Now I know, you can’t help who you love, and you can’t stop yourself from falling in love, because it just sneaks up on you, you have no idea when or where it’s going to happen.

It’s pretty ironic, that these people who picket on me and made my life hell, are the people who are going to jump start my career. I wonder If they’ve changed, I hope they’ve changed. For their own sakes, I pity them if they haven’t. If they still look down on people who are different, if they still put down people who are different. I wonder what they’re all up to now. I was always an observer, so in my mind I would imagine what they would all be doing five years on.

Isable Evans, ice princess of the school, was going to be a model. She was going to get married and have the perfect family. Pam Troy, her royal bitchiness, was going to be a hooker, or serving customers in some tacky burger joint. I never saw her getting out of Roswell. Kyle Valenti, resident jock, was going to follow in his father’s footsteps and become Sheriff of Roswell, New Mexico, or he was going to develop a retreat, where lost souls would go to find themselves. And Max Evans, he was going to be married to the perfect wife, who had dinner waiting on the table for him when he got home from his job as a doctor. He always struck me as the life saving type, I don’t know why, because doctors are supposed to have compassion for people. But like I said people can change, they do change. All you have to do is look at me to know that.

So in one week I will finally find out. And in one week they will have the shock of their lives when they seem me take the stage. I wonder if they will even know it is me, I don’t think they will. They obviously didn’t remember me, I didn’t get an invite to my own high school reunion. It’s gonna be great, I can’t wait. Alex is absolutely pumped, and Maria just wants to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they see me. Michael pretends he doesn’t care much, but I know he does. he’s just as excited as everyone else. But he’s gotta keep that tough guy image in tact. He is after all the drummer.

So for the past month we’ve been practicing and rehearsing our asses off. I wrote a new song just from them. I never thought I had it in me, because It’s kind of a sucked in, look at me now kind of song, and I’m almost positive that it will get the intended message across. The message that this Liz Parker, has changed, she is no longer the shy, unattractive punching bag for everyone's harsh words. The new improved Liz Parker kicks ass. And she is definitely here to stay.




ISABEL POV

So the reunion is in one week, time has flown by. This new band is performing, they’re supposed to be excellent. The next big thing. And Liz Parker is lead singer. Who would have ever thought. Not me. I know she probably thinks we’ve all forgotten her, but I haven't. Max hasn’t let me. He feels so bad, so guilty that he never defended her in high school. I never did either, I am ashamed to say that I was too wrapped up in myself to notice anyone else. To notice her, but everyone is going to notice her in one week time. She has changed so much, the record company for The Dropouts sent me a demo CD. She has an amazing voice, and as soon as I heard her sing I knew I had to get this band at our reunion. I didn’t invite her because I didn’t want her name on the list of those attending. Don’t get the wrong idea, I just want to see the looks on everyone faces, when they realise it is Liz Parker. And she has become more then anyone of us could have thought. She has become more then all of us put together. And she deserves it. I know one of the songs on the demo is aimed at those who made life hard for her in high school and I really hope she sings it. The first time I heard it, I was a little shocked. I never though it to be a song that Liz Parker would write. It just goes to show how much she’s changed. I hope she accepts my apology for the way she was treated. I think she will, that’s just the kind of girl she is. Not that I really know her, I just know she would never stoop to the levels of her tormentors. Although I think Max may have a harder time of it. I have this hunch, that back in high school Liz kind of carried a flame for Max, and Max still remembers her. He regrets never defending her, but he can’t change the past. he can however work towards the future. I haven’t told him anything about the new improved Liz Parker, I haven’t told anyone. I can’t wait for her top get out there and show everyone they were wrong. Show her tormentors that she was not just an outcast but she was something more. And I Isabel Evan, former Ice queen, will be cheering her on the loudest.

posted on 27-Oct-2002 11:09:44 PM by bel_83
Hey guys apologies about the length of this part, this is another transitional part for Liz, again this will give you an insight into the person that Liz has become. Don’t worry the reunion is coming very, very shortly! Thanks for the feedback

Title: an Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83



Part 6

Liz POV

Well there are only three days till the big reunion, and to be totally honest, I think I am all rehearsed out. It feels like all we do is practice, all day, every day. I guess this gig will either make us or break us. We all decided that we wouldn’t arrive in Roswell until the day of the reunion. Then we will stay on and play a few gigs. It is after all my home town.

I haven’t been home for five years, since I left the day after graduation. I have kept in constant contact with my parents though, and they always come and visit me. I will always remember their reaction when I told them I was dropping out of uni to pursue a musical career. Lets just say they were shocked. And that is an understatement. My dad started going on about how music was a short term thing how I could always pursue it after uni, and they didn’t even know I had any musical talent. So me and the guys all got together and gave them a demo, once again they were shocked to say the least. I think they were wondering where their shy daughter went. I finally convinced them this is what I wanted to do, they said they would support me because I was their daughter; but only when I told them I was continuing to defer uni in case I ever wanted to go back. I think that was the sign they were looking for, that let them know I was still their daughter, who always had to have a plan. So they have encouraged me and supported me ever since.

So this will be the first time in five years that I will be home. I’m nervous, but it’s an excited nervousness. Because I have this feeling that everything Is going to work out.

It took me a while, but I’ve finally gotten over the whole not getting invited to my own high school reunion, thing. I gather I don’t need them anyway, because I have the three best friends anyone could ever ask for. And plus if they didn't like me back then, why should things have changed, I mean my personality is basically the same. I’m still the same girl I was, just a little more outgoing and charismatic.
And besides it’s not like I’m just playing at the reunion to show them all up, and prove that Liz Parker is somebody; I’m doing it for the good of the band. No really I am...Ok I admit, I can’t wait to see there faces when they realise who the lead singer is, but that will just be the icing on the cake if you will, an added bonus. I mean why not stir up some old shit. I haven’t forgotten, I might have let go but I haven't forgotten, so why should they? It is blatantly obvious that a few of the songs that are we are going to play are directed at my tormentors. I’m unashamedly getting a little of my own back, I guess. And I think they are al going to get this fact, and then the shit will really hit the fan. It’s gonna be great!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a trouble maker, No really I’m not. But what I am, is a compulsive liar. Kidding. No I really am kidding, I’m not a compulsive liar. Can anyone else see the irony in that statement?
No It’s just the fact that they are going to get the shock of their lives when they see me take the stage. Actually they probably won’t even remember me, let alone recognize me! I guess I’ll just have to scream it to the rooftops, that I am Liz Parker. Because no will be leaving that building not knowing who I am, and who I've become.

And while I’m at it, I might thank them too. Because they made me want to be all that I could be and more. At first, I am ashamed to admit, I changed for them. But now it is for me, since I met Maria and she accepted me, faults and all, It has been for me. I am proud of that fact.
I don’t care much what people think of me now. And that right there goes to show how much I’ve changed. Once upon a time, I was an easy target for people to just use as their emotional punching bag, but now I just don’t give a shit what people say or think. Because this is me, this is the real Liz Parker, who I think was just too scared to come out in high school. She was in here all along, someone just had lure her out. That someone was Maria, and now they are the only people in the world that I listen to; Maria, Alex, Michael and of course my parents. All the people that I love. And that’s the way it should be, that’s the way it should always be.

Here’s another insight into Liz Parker, that I bet you didn’t know either; I like to think of myself as a bitch. I’m not really, I mean I can be, but everyone can be. Everyone has it in them, It’s just some show it more obviously then others. And you’re probably wondering where I am taking this right? Well I was thinking about the girls from high school (Has anyone ever wondered why girls are always called bitches? Because I know from hanging around Michael and Alex, that they can be bitchy too), and I was thinking how easy it is to become a bitch, but how hard it is to shed that same image. I was wondering if any of them had found it in themselves to change and shed their bitchy image. If they have I have to give them credit, because I of all people, know how hard it is to change, from something you have been for so long. Don’t get me wrong, I am so not going to go out and become best friends with any of these girls. But what I do know, is that everyone deserves a second chance to prove themselves. This reunion will be a second chance for many, including me. I know that everyone deserves a chance at respect, all they have to do is earn it. And I have a hunch, that come reunion day, there will be a lot of ass kissing going on. Some genuine, some not so, but I think over the years I have become a good judge in character, so I would like to think that I will be able to tell the difference.

Its gonna be hilarious. I can totally see it now; Them stumbling over themselves as they finally realise who the lead singer is of that totally awesome band that has been or will be entertaining them all night. And let me tell you this...

What an image it is.
posted on 28-Oct-2002 11:18:35 PM by bel_83

Hey guys, I got another up date for you. Sorry I’m making you hang on, but there is only two more parts until the reunion. You never know the reunion, may be up tomorrow!!

Title: An Outcast or Something More
Author: bel_83

Previously...

Its gonna be hilarious. I can totally see it now; Them stumbling over themselves as they finally realise who the lead singer is of that totally awesome band that has been or will be entertaining them all night. And let me tell you this...

What an image it is.


PART 7

So today is the big day. Today is the day that West Roswell High, class of 2002 meets Liz Parker. Today is also the day that will define whether we, ‘The Dropouts,’ have got what it takes to conquer our dreams, and reach for the stars. Today is the day that West Roswell will actually look at me, they might not see me, but they will definitely be looking at me.

We are on our way to Roswell, New Mexico, as we speak. And I’ve gotta admit that pre performance nerves are starting to play a factor right now. We haven’t performed a lot of the songs that we are going to sing tonight, so we haven’t really gotten an outsiders perspective, or a reaction. Our manager, however, assures us that all of our songs rock. Of course he has to tell us that, but it does feel good to hear. I actually wrote most of the songs we will be performing tonight. I’m one of those people who write about real life experiences. It is by far the easiest thing. That’s the great thing about music, when I first started writing songs back in high school it was more of an escape. But now, now it is a release.

I’ve got to admit that even two years ago, I could never have imagined this. Here we are on the private air plane that Rockstar Records provided. I’m really living the high life at the moment. And there is absolutely no way I am going to take one second for granted. I mean not everyone gets offered a chance like this, and for us...WOW. There really just aren’t any words that could truly describe the way I am feeling right now. I guess things happen how their meant too, and we are meant to be. But even if we aren’t I will always be grateful for this opportunity. I don’t regret a bit of my life now, because otherwise I would regret all the events that lead me here. Right where I am right now. And at the moment life is almost perfect. I’m with three of the most important people in my life, and we are all right where we want to be. As I watch the others I realise how far I have come.

As I glance across at Alex. I can tell he’s nervous because he’s fidgeting again. Actually he hasn’t stopped fidgeting since the plane took off. He’s trying out new tricks with his arms. Damn this boy is flexible!

My gaze moves on to Michael who is seated to the right of Alex. I think he’s asleep, but I’m not sure, due to the extremely loud music blasting from his head phones. I don’t understand how anyone can sleep like he can. He can sleep any place, any time, under any circumstance. This plane could be about to crash, and he’s still be happily sleeping away. It’s amazing.

I move my eyes to the figure next to me. Maria. She is definitely nervous. I can tell because she won’t stop talking. She’s just raving on and on about nothing. She talks a lot when she’s nervous. Actually she talks a lot in general, but it’s like ten times worse when she’s nervous, and that is saying something! Oh and the fact that she keeps on sniffing her cypress oil like every two minutes is also a sign.

I’m really amazed at my ability to tune out, because right now I am watching her, and her lips are moving, but no words are coming out. I guess after years of knowing Maria, you kind of just learn to tune yourself out. I love her though, I don’t know where I’d be without her.

My eyes wander out the window, and I am confronted by the sight of Alberquerque Airport beneath me. Soon my fate will be known to all. In a matter of hours, I will shed my outcast tag and become something more.


MAX’s POV

Well today is the day of Roswell high’s class of 2002, big reunion. I’m not looking to forward to it, but I’m going anyway. I’ve been here in Roswell for the past three days now, and I have not spotted Liz Parker anywhere. Each day I have made my way to the Crashdown, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but to no avail.
I asked Isabel if she was coming, and she said she didn’t receive a reply.
I asked her parents and they said they knew nothing for Liz coming to Roswell.
I guess I expected too much. I mean we made life hell for her in high school, so why would she come to our reunion. I just had this feeling, that she would be here. I guess I was wrong.

So maybe she’s not going to be there. Maybe I came all this way for nothing. I guess Isabel would have made me come either way, but I don’t particularly even want to see half of these people. I just don’t have time for them anymore.

This reunion was going to be my chance to apologise to Liz Parker, and at least attempt to begin making up to her what I couldn’t back in high school. I knew It wouldn’t be as easy as that. I just wanted the chance. And apologising was a start.

So here I am, once again sitting at the Crashdown, with three hours until the reunion is due to commence. I’m sitting here hoping that by some small chance Liz Parker will enter through these doors. But as the seconds turn into minutes, I know my chances become even slimmer. I hear the door bell jingle, and for a second I think it could be her. I wish it could be her. I look up. I wish I hadn’t.

My eyes meet those of Tess Harding, and I think to myself that this was another reason I didn’t want to come to the reunion. I see her start to make her way over to me. Once upon a time I would have thought she looked beautiful, now I think she looks trashy. She is definitely not my type. I guess in high school, it was a reputation thing. An image thing. But now as I sit here and she gets closer to me, I can only wonder; What the hell was I thinking?

“Max. Max Evans. Maxwell Evans. Is that you? You’re looking as fine as ever. It’s me, Tess. Tess Harding.”
posted on 29-Oct-2002 6:39:50 AM by bel_83
Hey guys well heres the next part. You might have to wait til thursday for the reunion coz ive got uni and then work tomorrow!!sorry, if ive got time I will post tomorrow, but I probably wont

PREVIOUSLY

My eyes meet those of Tess Harding, and I think to myself that this was another reason I didn’t want to come to the reunion. I see her start to make her way over to me. Once upon a time I would have thought she looked beautiful, now I think she looks trashy. She is definitely not my type. I guess in high school, it was a reputation thing. An image thing. But now as I sit here and she gets closer to me, I can only wonder; What the hell was I thinking?

“Max. Max Evans. Maxwell Evans. Is that you? You’re looking as fine as ever. It’s me, Tess. Tess Harding.”
PART 8

Man. Was her voice always this annoying? I am extremely embarrassed to say that I went out with her for like two seconds back in high school. I have no idea what I was thinking. I obviously wasn’t!!!
It’s weird when you look back on some of the things you did in high school. You think to yourself, I couldn’t have been like that. But you were, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, except hope that it remains buried in the past. I wish Tess remained buried in the past. This was so something I didn’t want to be reminded of. But of course she would show up to her reunion, she probably expects everyone to worship the ground she walks on. Like back in High school. Well sorry Tess, bit it aint going to happen. She’s still talking to me, I wonder if she realises I’m not listening, probably not. I think she just loves the sound of her own voice. Oh sure Tess no problems, take a set. I’d love it if you sat down with me. Gag, gag.

“Actually Tess I was just finishing up here, and was on my way out.”

“Oh, that’s ok, I’ll just come with. We can go to the reunion together. We can catch up, or whatever you want to do.”

I didn’t miss the suggestiveness behind that last comment. Nor did I want to take it further.

“Ah, Tess actually, there’s some things I’ve gotta take care of for Isabel. Last minute reunion things.”

Man couldn’t I have come up with something better. Stupid.

“ Oh, it’s ok Maxie, I’ll help. It’ll be fun. It’ll be just like old times. Like with cheerleading, and we had to organise that car wash to raise money, remember I was captain, everyone wanted me to wash their car...”

Here we go. I can’t believe I’m stuck with her right up until the reunion. Can’t she take a hint, this girl has not changed a bit. Like with cheerleading and stuff, blah, blah, blah. Who gives a shit. Not me that’s for sure.
I guess I won’t be apologizing to Liz anytime soon.



Meanwhile...Liz and the guys have since arrived in Albuquerque, and are now driving through Roswell.

“Hey guys can we drop by may parents first. I just want to see the Crashdown, see if it’s changed any. I can’t believe it’s been five years.”

“But we all thought you didn’t want to be seen until the reunion?”

“Well I’ve been thinking about it and I don’t think that anyone will recognize me there. And plus they don’t know you guys so we should just blend right in. People will just think we’re tourists, so it should be pretty safe.”

“Ok than guys, It looks like we’re off to the Crashdown.”

About ten minutes later, we pull up out the front of the Crashdown. I still can’t get over the fact that it’s been five long years since I’ve seen this place. My home. The outside doesn’t look like it’s changed a bit. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. I guess it’s good in one way because it’s my home, and my parents have kept it that way since I left. But it’s also bad, because my parents so need to get with the times.

“Check this place out. I can’t believe you lived here. It’s so funky.”

Trust Maria to think that. I sometimes really worry about her, and what’s going on that warped mind of her. Funky? blah. I look down the street, and notice that nothing had changes there either. And I though five years was a long time. I guess I changed enough for the whole of Roswell!!
As I look down the street I notice the backs of two figures, a blonde girl and a brunette guy. They look familiar I wonder if I went to school with them. Oh well I guess I will find out tonight.

We enter the Crashdown, and seat ourselves. Everyone is staring, checking out the tourists. I remember what it was like, I used to do exactly the same thing. Maria is going on about how cute the uniforms are. See now you know why I worry about her! I can’t believe they haven’t changed at all either, and I used to wear one of those things too. I am so going to be having a few words to me father.

I look around. Everything is still in the same place. Oh my god, I’m going to kill my father. I can’t believe he did that to me. On one of the walls sits a framed picture of me on graduation day. I look like such a geek. Now I can really see how much I’ve changed. And other people of Roswell obviously aren’t going to forget what I used to look like. What was he thinking. How embarrassing. I guess It’s kinda sweet, he must have been proud of me. And I haven’t been here in five years, so I guess that’s his way of remembering that this is still my home. I’ll just have to get him a more updated photo to hang up, and a couple of platinum records when the time comes.

My eyes continue to scan, to see if there Is anyone I recognize. I’m surprised to see Kyle Valenti, resident jock, looking straight at me. Oh my god, this is too good, he’s checking me out. I stand up and walk over to the counter to grab a refill, I know he’s still watching me, so I had a little saw to my hips. Take that Kyle. I’m wearing black low rider hip huggers, with a red, midriff bearing, halter top. I’m not showing too much skin, so it doesn’t look tacky. But I’m showing just enough to get a reaction. I can’t ehlp but snicker to myself, as I walk back to my friends.

If only he knew, who he was just checking out. I guess he will soon enough.

We all have a bite to eat. I conclude that my parents must be upstairs, it’s probably better so they don’t make a big scene. I will see them later anyway. I think It might have looked a tad obvious if we had a big family reunion in the middle of the Crashdown. We finish up quickly, and pay the bill. We start to make our way to the hotel, as I glance at my watch.

Only two hours to go...

posted on 30-Oct-2002 7:59:58 AM by bel_83
Well guys here is it the part you ahve all been waiting for...Or is it???you'll have to read to find out. I'll be back tomorrow so you won't have to hold on too long!!!I loved writing this part, so I hope you all love reading it!!

PREVIOUSLY

We all have a bite to eat. I conclude that my parents must be upstairs, it’s probably better so they don’t make a big scene. I will see them later anyway. I think It might have looked a tad obvious if we had a big family reunion in the middle of the Crashdown. We finish up quickly, and pay the bill. We start to make our way to the hotel, as I glance at my watch.

Only two hours to go...



PART 9


“Liz, Liz. Come on Liz babe we gotta go. We don’t wanna be late now do we. Shit this is exciting. My little Lizzie, all grown up.”

“Come on Maria, you’ve known me a total of five years. I thought you knew me better than that. You know I haven’t grown up yet! And if I stay friends with you, I don’t think that will ever happen. Maria, I can’t believe its time. I’ve waited so long for this, to finally show them all what Liz Parker has become, but what if something happens? What if I trip walking onto the stage, or what if I forget the lyrics, what if they hate us, what if...?”

“Liz. Stop thinking about all these what ifs, you’re gonna make me nervous. Liz babe you’re gonna be fine. You’re not that naive little school girl anymore. You’re an acclaimed bad ass now, and I am your trusty side kick. And as your trusty side kick, I am never wrong. What happened to the confident Liz Parker of half an hour a go, who was bragging about how for once everyone was going to be jealous of her?”

“She left the building, when all of her lunch left her stomach, that’s what happened to her.”

“Liz. Listen to me, and listen good. You are not going to trip and fall on your ass, you are not going to forget your lyrics. You wrote most of the songs for goodness sake. And they are gonna love us, no question about it. Who wouldn’t love us anyway, we’re hip, we’re happening, we’re the next big thing. Liz, babe, come on we’re The Dropouts. You’re going to have to face facts sooner or later Lizzie, we are the shit. Say it with me girl; We. Are. The Shit.”

“We are the shit.”

“Lizzie, you can do better than that, I wanna hear some enthusiasm. Say it like you believe it, say it like you mean it.”

“we are the shit.”

“Liz Parker, what are you doing to me. You are letting me down here. Where is that outgoing, confident, kick ass girl, that just happens to be my best friend. Get her out here now, otherwise you’ll be flying head on into Hurricane Deluca and you know you don’t want to mess with this bitch. So let me hear it one more time, with meaning. WE ARE THE SHIT.”

“WE ARE THE SHIT.”

I can’t stop laughing now, I love it when Maria gets like this. She sure knows how to calm me down. Because right now I feel pumped. I feel like I’m capable of doing anything I want. I feel like I can take on the world right now, right this second. If the end of the world was coming, I’d say bring it on, because I am ready for some Arnold Swazneggar, Van Damn, Jackie Chan, action. Even those guys couldn’t take me. I’m ready for whatever life has to throw at me...

Just after I’ve emptied the contents of my stomach.

“Liz, Maria. Come on you guys we’ve gotta go. We are due to take the stage soon. What are you guys doing in there anyways. Is there some sort of orgy going on in there, If there Is I’d like to know where my invitation went.”

“Sorry Alex, you’re invite must have got lost somewhere between you’re room and the bathroom. We’re ready, we’ll meet you down stairs in two seconds, just got one more thing to do.”

“Ok, but if you guys, aren’t down in 10 seconds, I’m coming up, and I’m joining in.”

“Ok Liz, make me proud here. One more time together.”

Two voices echo over Roswell...

“WE ARE THE SHIT.”

followed by a reply

“HELL YEAH, and we’re coming to a town right near you.”



MAX’S POV

There’s ten minutes till the reunion starts, and she’s still not here. I think everyone turned up but her. Some band “the Dropkicks’ or something like, are getting set up. Isabel said they were pretty good, but I never did really like her taste in music. I’m more of a Counting Crows, Dave Matthews guy, and she’s just not. I guess we’ll find out soon cos there about to take the stage. I can’t believe Tess, is still hanging off my shoulder, how many hints before the girl gets it? She’s following me around like a puppy dog, she’s acting like we came together. Like we are together. Argh, the thought makes me shudder, and all I’m stuck listening to is, well I don’t really know I haven’t really been listening.

“Maxie, get me drink please.”
“shut up Tess, the bands about to start.”

“The lights dim, and a spotlight covers the stage. Isabel said they were going to open the reunion with a song, so I guess this is it. Good, cos the sooner its starts the sooner it’ll finish.”

I watch as the curtains rise up. I see a guy on drums, a guy on bass, and a pretty girl also on bass. Then the most beautiful girl I have ever seen steps out of the shadows. Long dark brown luscious locks, streaked with red, a red halter top, bearing her midriff, and showing a little cleavage but not too much. And black leather pants. She turns to face her band, and I notice her back. How could I not, It turns out the top she’s got on doesn’t have a back, just a diamond strappy thing tied in the middle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a vision. She turns back towards us, and I finally get the chance to study her face. Gorgeous pink lips, a perfect nose, and those eyes. So brown, full of emotion. With a faint shimmery eye shadow. I look at her eyes again.

Wait a minute I remember those eyes. I know those eyes. How could I forget they’ve plagued my mind since high school.



posted on 30-Oct-2002 9:25:14 PM by bel_83
Hey guys I'm back, see I didn't leave you for too long,a nd I'll probably have another update tonight.If I find the time before Dark Angel and Roswell. I love Thursday nights!!

Well I hope you all enjoy.

PREVIOUSLY

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a vision. She turns back towards us, and I finally get the chance to study her face. Gorgeous pink lips, a perfect nose, and those eyes. So brown, full of emotion. With a faint shimmery eye shadow. I look at her eyes again.

Wait a minute I remember those eyes. I know those eyes. How could I forget they’ve plagued my mind since high school.




MAX’s POV


I look around I realise no one knows who is it up on the stage, as the band starts to play and her voice, the voice of an angel fills the speakers. I listen closely to the words that drift out of the speakers, out of her mouth.

What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day
As you place the don't disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore

She has a beautiful voice. So unique, she never spoke much in high school, but like her eyes, her voice holds so much emotion. I wonder how we could have missed, having such a starlet in our mists. As her words start to drown out my thoughts, I contemplate how I could have been so naive and stupid back in high school. Back then it was like popularity was everything, and your reputation was going to last forever. Liz has proved everyone one wrong, you don’t have to be outgoing or popular in high school to become something later in life. I wish I could go back in time and change the way I was. I wish that so much.

It's a long way down
On this roller coaster
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it.

I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for

Her words ring in my ears, I wonder if she wrote the words to this song. I wonder if she’s trying to speak to us. But I look around and none of them can see it, how can they see it when they don’t know who it is that's saying it? I continue to take in the words as the girl on bass guitar joins in.

Well it's full speed baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading

Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy
Please don't censor your tears

It’s like I’m seeing Liz’s life play out through these words. I can see what‘s being said; you don’t have to change for other people, they should accept you as you are. You shouldn’t have to hide from them either. It’s like Liz is putting herself on the line and no on even realises. I feel sorry for them.

You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you

I can’t help but wonder and be envious of who inspired and wrote this song. Someone who looked inside her and saw something amazing. Some one who loved her, and let her love herself. Be herself. They didn’t judge her for her appearance, like we all did, they accepted her. And that was obviously all she ever wanted, to be accepted as she was, only then would she be able to accept herself, and to change herself. Her final notes are drowned out by a massive round of applause. They don’t know who they’re clapping, cheering and woof whistling at. I wonder how long it will take them to realise.

The music ends, and I still cannot take my eyes of the vision in front of me. It’s her, I can’t believe it’s really her. All of a sudden I find myself loving Isabel's style and taste in music. I wonder. as the applause continues, if Isabel knew who was fronting this band. I somehow turn my gaze towards Isabel and see looking at me, with a knowing grin on her face. Why should I not be surprised, of course Isabel knew. Isabel has a way of finding out about everyone, and everything.

I glance around me, and I notice Kyle Valenti’s eyes bulging out of his head. I hear him tell his mates how he’s ‘gonna get himself a piece of that’. I can’t help but smirk at this. I feel Tess tugging on my arm trying to get my attention. She won’t be able to though, because my eyes have found Liz Parker again. I feel like I’m under a spell, I can’t turn away. I don’t want to turn away.

I wonder what she has been up to over the past five years, I wonder why no one knew that Liz Parker could sing. Then the reality of the situation comes crashing down on me like a tonne of bricks; No one payed attention to her in high school, except to tease and taunt her. She wasn’t good enough, pretty enough then, to the standards that were set in high school anyway. And now she is, if she was like this five years later she would have been popular. It’s sad but true. She had changed so much, but at the same time she hasn’t changed at all. I notice movement around me, but I still can’t take my eyes off her, even when she starts to exit the stage, as Isabel says a few words, my eyes follow her. And suddenly she’s looking straight back at me, or straight through me. Our eyes are locked and I think I could stay like this forever.


Liz’s POV

Its so ironic to see everyone cheering and clapping for me when once they would have been taunting and teasing me. I know they don’t know who I am, but for the moment I don’t care, as I get lost in the song. This is one of my favourites, I didn‘t actually write this one, Maria did. She said the first time she saw me, I seemed so innocent, so scared, so lost. She wrote this song gradually, as she got to know me. I’ll always remember the time she sand it for me. No one had ever done anything like that for me. I was Maria’s Mary Jane, and I loved her fore it. She got it so right. She got me so right. She saw right through me and into my heart and soul. She saw my outwards appearance but she still loved me, she was still my best friend. She let me be me, faults and all. Tears and all. She saw my innocence and she didn't poke fun at it, she didn’t manipulate it. She said that was what drew her to me in the first place, my innocence. That was the first time I was glad of who I was back in high school, and who I became thanks to Maria. As we walk off the stage for a short break, whilst Isabel introduces everyone, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I actually felt them on me all through the song, I w s just too afraid to make eye contact. I turn around and find my eyes staring into a pair of amber eyes. Eyes that I have never forgotten, eyes that once upon a time ago haunted me. They were in my dreams, in my nightmares, in my mind. But most of all they were in my heart. And as I gaze back into them, I know that they never really left.


AN: lyrics are not Maria's but Alanis Morrisette's from the albulm Jagged Little Pill. The song is Mary Jane.

posted on 31-Oct-2002 5:28:14 AM by bel_83
Hey ive got a new part for you all. Sorry its so short but I'll have some more out tomorrow. Thanks for the feedbacks and bumps



PREVIOUSLY

As we walk off the stage for a short break, whilst Isabel introduces everyone, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I actually felt them on me all through the song, I was just too afraid to make eye contact. I turn around and find my eyes staring into a pair of amber eyes. Eyes that I have never forgotten, eyes that once upon a time ago haunted me. They were in my dreams, in my nightmares, in my mind. But most of all they were in my heart. And as I gaze back into them, I know that they never really left.

PART 11

Max POV

Before I know it my feet are leading me over to her. I can still feel Tess pulling on my arm, but at this point in time I don’t really care. All my focus is on the angel in front of me. As I get closer to my target, I find my heart beating erratically, and my palms starting to sweat. This has never happened to be me before. Actually it has, once that I can remember. It was back in high school, that first day I ran into her and looked in those eyes. Back then I brushed it aside, I was too young to be experiencing these types of feelings, or so I thought. But not anymore, here that exact same feeling is. My senses feel like they are on overload, and I can tell you that it’s the best feeling I have ever experienced. The best feeling in the world.

Before I know It I am standing right in front of her. We are still staring at each other, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. Suddenly a voice snaps us both out of the haze. I blink a couple of times attempting to regather my sense. Regather myself. I see her doing the same, and I find myself wondering. Maybe there is a chance, but I realise I still have a lot to make up for, one look isn’t going to change the past. Take back everything I did. I know I’m going to have to prove myself. And I intend to.

“Maxie, aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend here? I don’t think I’ve seen her before. So you’re in the band, how lovely. You’re obviously making a career for yourself.”

I see the insult behind her words, I’m not just going to stand there like high school. There is no way I’m making the same mistake twice.

“Tess, I heard you got fired from your job, and your husband just left you for one of your workmates. What is it you do again?”

I see her face begin to go red. I know she doesn’t want to answer this question. Like I said before Isabel has a way of knowing everything about everyone. She innocently let it slip out to me that Tess had been working as a stripper in the local bar, but she was fired for fraternising. To make matters worse her husband left her, for one of her fellow strippers. Yes I was shocked to learn the news too...someone actually married Tess Harding. Obviously they came to their sense.

I see the smirk on Liz’s face. She obviously recognizes Tess. Tess was one of the main instigators in making fun of Liz back in high school. I want to rub it in Tess’ face, that this is Liz Parker. But I know I should leave all the glory to Liz. She’s earned this much.

“Tess do you want to go grab a drink?”

“Sure Max, come on, we’ll go grab a drink, and leave your little friends here. I’m sure she’s got other things to do.”

“Actually, Tess is it? I think Max was telling you to take a hike, he was just to kind to say it out right. And I don’t have any place to be just yet. So run along now Tess, oh and be a dear grab the band members a drink. Will you.”

“You...”

“Oh and Tess, sorry to hear about your husband and your job, its such a shame. I wonder what he was thinking, fancy marrying you in the first place.”

Liz POV

I look at Max trying to hold his laughter in, Its quite cute actually his mouth is twitching at the sides and his eyes are starting to water. I can also see the shock in his eyes. I look back at Tess, as I grab Max’s arm and start to pull him away. I see the fire in her eyes, and I can’t help but make one last comment.

“Tess, you really shouldn’t flare your nostrils like that. It isn’t a very attractive sight. I thought you of all people would know that.”

With that I turn my back and walk with Max towards the drinks table. At the same time muttering slut under my breath. When I finally take the chance to look back at Max, I see him staring down at me, with a look that seems to be amazement in his eyes.

I coach myself to look away. I will not be dragged in by his gorgeous sparkling, take me to bed eyes. Oh shit, I could stare into them all day. Turn away Liz, remember cool, calm and collected. Play hard to get. Shit who am I kidding. Two seconds and I'm a goner. It should not be that easy for him, I don't care how long he stares at me like that I am not letting him off hte hook that easy. Now if only I could get myself to look away. I am determined.

I am not going to let him stare into my eyes and think that everything that happened in high school is ok. He’s dealing with damaged goods here. I’m only kidding I’d take him in a second. But I don’t think I will. I think I might have a little fun here.

“So Max...?”

“Evans. Max Evans, and you of course are Liz Parker.”

“Oh you remember my name. Sorry I’m terrible with last names, I barely recognized you. Its been so long since high school. What we were in one class together? English?”

“No, it was biology. But we also had maths, geography and chem together as well.”

“Sorry, I guess I forgot. So you remember my name. I’ve got to admit I didn’t expect anyone to recognize me, let alone remember my name. Oh well high school was a drag anyway. So what you been up too.”

“Well I...”

“Oh, that’s great, look I gotta go. Its time for the next song I think Isabel’s finished up there. Catch you later.”



posted on 31-Oct-2002 10:40:36 PM by bel_83
Hey guyys Ive got a new part for you. the next 3 peart (Including this one) are going to be the band performing different song. I hope you all like. The first song particularly reminded me of Liz. Thanks for the bumps and feedback its greatly appreciated.



PREVIOUSLY

“Evans. Max Evans, and you of course are Liz Parker.”

“Oh you remember my name. Sorry I’m terrible with last names, I barely recognized you. Its been so long since high school. What we were in one class together? English?”

“No, it was biology. But we also had maths, geography and chem together as well.”

“Sorry, I guess I forgot. So you remember my name. I’ve got to admit I didn’t expect anyone to recognize me, let alone remember my name. Oh well high school was a drag anyway. So what you been up too.”

“Well I...”

“Oh, that’s great, look I gotta go. Its time for the next song I think Isabel’s finished up there. Catch you later.”



PART 12

Max POV

And then she’s gone. What the hell just happened there? Where has Liz Parker gone. Although I gotta admit I do like this new Liz Parker. She’s gorgeous, feisty and she just put Tess Harding in her place. All though judging from Tess’ reaction I think there may be a confrontation later. I look back up to the stage to see Liz getting ready to start a new song.

“Hi West Roswell Class of 2002, I’m glad we can be here at your five year reunion. We are ‘The Dropouts’ and we hope you have a great night, full of lots of surprises, because I know we will. By the way the first song we did was called Mary Jane and was written by back up singer and bass guitarist, my best friend Maria Deluca. Ok the next couple of songs I would like to say were inspired by my class mates from high school. You see I was given a bit of a rough time...

“Yeah babe, I’ll give it to you rough.”

“Anyway before I was interrupted, high school was pretty much hell for me. I was tormented because I wasn’t pretty enough to be popular...

Interrupted by yelling voices yet again...

“Find that hard to believe.”
“yeah.”
“yeah, shoulda come here, you would have fit in real well here.”
“That’s just cause you wanted her to fit in you Kyle.”

That was Isabel Evans, I can’t believe she just said that. Maybe she has changed, because I turn to her and she’s smiling. I think she knows who I am. She gives me two thumbs up, and I continue on.

“Lyle was it? sorry you don’t stand a chance, and plus I like guys with brains. Anyway so I wrote these three songs, I guess it was to prove that appearances can be deceiving, and people can change. So I dedicate this to the West Roswell High School Class of 2002. By the way the first song is called Look whose Perfect Now and I’m Liz Parker, hope you enjoy.”

The whole room goes silent. Michael plays the opening beats and the spotlight turns on me. I Look around the room, I see shock on a few stray faces, but mostly I see confusion. they still don’t get it. I start singing the first song.

You mister wearing a crown
Push me around
Draggin' me down
You mister head of the class
Never come last
Pain in the ass

Kyle POV

Damn, who is this chick. She is definitely my kind of girl. I want a piece of her. She’s hot, she’s feisty, she’s got a great body...Did I mention she was hot and has a great body? I’ll have to approach her after these three songs. After all who can turn down the charm of Kyle Valenti. I fihnd it hard to believe she was hassled in high school. No way man. Impossible.

Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds
Look who's perfect now
Got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds
Got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now

Maria POV

I love this song. My chica rocks. They love us. They love her. And the dumb meat heads s don’t even realise who she is yet. This is going to be too good. Although I do notice one guy with gorgeous eyes who can’t take his eyes off her. Go Lizzie.

You mister never to fall
Standing so tall
Knowing it all
You mister living a lie
Flying so high
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Tess’ POV

Who does this bitch think she is. No one is going home tonight with Max Evans, but me. And I always get what I want. Look at her up there. One word slut, prancing around the stage like a wannabe rock star. Puhlease.

Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds
Look who's perfect now
Got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds
Got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now

Lyrics are not Liz’s but Transister’s

posted on 2-Nov-2002 12:37:33 AM by bel_83
Hey guys I ve got two parts for you here. I might have another one up tonight. But Ive got a stack of uni work to do so I'll see what happens. Thanks for the feedback and the bumps.


PART 13

“Hey guys so I’m guessing you liked that song judging by the reactions. Well the next song is an ode to girl power or something like that...

“hell yeah”

“Thanks Maria...and proving everyone wrong. Its about how anyone can be who they want to be and anyone can follow their dreams, no matter what others may say. Someone once told me in high school that I wouldn’t amount to anything, so Tess Harding this is dedicated to you. Its called Watch Me Shine.”

Ooh.. I'm not
You average type Of girl
I'm gonna show the world the strength in me
That sometimes they can't see
I'm about to switch my style
And soon things may get wild
But I will prove I can conquer anything
So from my head to toe I'm taking full control
I'll make it on my own
This time
(Better watch me shine)

Tess POV

Who is this girl. Liz Parker, I don’t recognize the name. Dedicated to me? Oh I get it now, she dedicated the song to me because its about me, she must have heard about me. I’ll have to thank her later. How sweet.

Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won't stop
Till I'm on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what's mine
Better check that I'm about to upset
And I'm hot now
So you better step back
I'm taking over
So watch me shine

Max POV

She’s gorgeous. How dense are these people. They still all haven’t realise who Liz Parker is, but by the looks on Isabel’s face I’d say she’s got something up her sleeve. These songs definately are a slap in the face to West Roswell high, even if they don’t know it yet. Even though she has made it so blatantly obvious. Tess obviously doesn't get it she’s got this ‘look at me, look at me’ face going. She must think the songs about her. Can I say ditz. I wonder how long its going to take them all to figure it out. She’s said who she is, she said she went to West Roswell, well she didn’t say so much, but any half wit can see that’s what she meant. Have I said that she looks amazingly gorgeous up there on that stage, singing to all us fools in the audience. She definitely is shining.

So Get ready
Here I come
Until the job is done
No time to waste
There's nothing stopping me
Oh
But you don't hear me though
So now it's time to show
I'll prove I'm gonna be the best I can be
So from my head to toe
My mind body and soul
I'm taking full control
This time

Alex POV

They love us. Everybody loves us. I’d like to take this time to thank the academy, my m um, my dad, I wouldn’t be here without you, and god I can’t forget God. I’d also like to take the opportunity to thank...that amazingly gorgeous girl standing to the side. The love us, they love us. I really wanna do a happy dance right now. Hmm, hmm watch me shine....

Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won't stop
Till I'm on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what's mine
Better check that I'm about to upset
And I'm hot now
So you better step back
I'm taking over
So watch me shine

Isabel POV

They are really good. And that bass guitarist is a bit of an alrighter. I can’t believe how dense all these people are. Like Duh how obvious can she make it. Oh well I’ve got a surprise planned a little later. Check Max out, he is so the smitten kitten, or puppy, whatever. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her. He’s a goner. She’s really sticking it up to everyone. Isn’t she. I’m glad for her.


Bet you don't think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don't think I can make it
It won't take long
Bet you don't think I can take it
But my mind and body are strong
Bet you don't think I can make it
It won't take long
Now watch me shine...
Better watch out
Going for the knockout
And I won't stop
Till I'm on top now
Not gonna give up
Until I get what's mine
(Until I get what's mine...)
Better check that I'm about to upset
And I'm hot now
So you better step back
I'm taking over
So watch me shine
Watch me...
Watch me shine...
Watch me

lyrics belong to Joanna Pacitti



PART 14

“Did you like that one guys, by the sound of the cheering you all did. And by the looks of that guy over there with the cowboy outfit, trying to dance, I’d say he enjoyed it, Kyle was it? Ok one more song and then we’re going to take a short break, but don’t worry we will be back with more.

The final song before the break is called Don't Need You to Tell Me I'm Pretty. I wrote this song for all the girls out there who have been put down because of their appearance; you are all beautiful inside. I’d like to dedicate this one to guys of the West Roswell High Comets 2002, who I know gave plenty of people hell, especially about their appearances. And to the girls in the cheerleading squad, bar one, who are all exactly the same as they were five years ago. Inside and out. I’m sure plastic surgery helps. Ok so here we go, Maria’s gonna be helping me out with this one.”

Don't need you to tell me I'm pretty
To make me feel beautiful
I don't need you to give me your strength
And make me feel I'm strong
I've got all of the strength that I need
Here inside my own two hands
All that I want is your love
And respect for who I am
What I really need
Comes from deep inside of me

Pam’s POV

Check out this slut, does she even realise she’s on my turf? What’s so great about her anyway, I’m sure I could sing like that. And all these lovey songs, please...comes from deep inside me...what is this girl on?
And she’s not even that pretty, sure she’s got decent taste in clothes, gorgeous facial features and an ok body, but I’ve got all that too. Everyone should be looking at me. This is my reunion, not hers. Some outsider can not just come and steal my glory.
Don't need you to tell me I'm pretty
To make me feel beautiful
Don't need to you make me strong
'Cause I'm strong on my own
Doesn't come from outside
This beauty I know
Comes from inside my soul

Don't need you to tell me I'm pretty

Max POV

Someone should be telling that girl she is beautiful everyday of her life. I should be telling her. She’s really grown from the outcast she once was back in high school. She is definitely something and more. But then I always knew that.

“Everyone Maria Deluca”

I don't need you to believe in me
To make me know I'm worth believing in
I don't need you to lift me up, I don't know
I can stand tall (I can stand tall)
I can stand my own ground
I can stand proud up on my own two feet
Don't have to be a part of somebody else to be complete
What I really need comes from deep inside of me

Don't need to come to you for confirmation
Because I've finally come to this revelation
What I really need (What I really need)
I'm gonna find inside of me (Find inside of me)
Not in somebody else
Respect comes when you respect yourself

Michael POV

That’s my girlfriend. She’s gorgeous, man she had a really nice ass, and a great voice too, not too mention her ra..radical personality. Man we are so the shit!

Liz POV

They love us. It’s ironic that the people who said I would never be successful, are the ones who are going to make me successful. And Max Evans, he hasn’t changed a bit, Those eyes, that hair, that body...I could get lost in him all day...woops I’m supposed to be singing here...

Don't need you to tell me I'm pretty
To know I'm beautiful

“Thankyou, thankyou everyone. We’ll be taking a short break and then we’ll be back in about twenty minutes with more songs. In the mean time chill out, drink up, and go wild.

lyrics belong to Samantha Mumba

posted on 4-Nov-2002 5:12:56 AM by bel_83
Hey guys sorry about the wait. I just got a take home exam and its harder than I thought. This is my last week of uni, then I’ve got a couple more assignments and one exam. After that I’ve got three whole months off. Imagine the possibilities!!!! Anyway guys here’s the next part, its longer than the others, I thought I should make it up to you all. Thanks for all the feedback and Bumps.




PART 15

See I told you they weren't the brightest bunch of people. I knew I was an outcast in high school, but I wasn’t totally invisible was I? I mean I couldn’t have been, they noticed me enough to ridicule me and make fun of me. And now they can’t even remember who I am. I told them for goodness sake. Did you not here me say oh and I am Liz Parker? Well they’ve taken the meaning of the word dense to a whole new level. Even when I dedicated songs to them, they didn’t catch on, maybe I should have just spelt it out for them. Then again there probably would have been no chance for them then! Oh well I’m sure they will figure it out eventually. Like I said they are not leaving this reunion not knowing who Liz Parker has become. And Kyle, man what an idiot, he has taken the depths of his stupidity to another level. I mean I always knew he wasn’t the smartest of people, but this takes the cake. The poor guy has no hope. I don’t even know if he’s got a brain inside that pretty head of his. I guess the saying speak of the devil, and the devil appears is true, because he’s approaching me right now.

“Hey sweetcakes, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I couldn’t take my eyes off you up there, and I know I saw your eyes on me. Maybe you and me can just skip all the introductions and go to my room, because I’ve got a feeling our bodies were made for each other.”

Sweetcakes. Sweetcakes. What the hell is this guy on, I think they must have forgotten to give him his medication, before they released from the nut house for the weekend. Our bodies were made for each other. He didn’t think that five years ago did he? I can’t believe Kyle thinks he’s got a chance with me. Puhlease. Now whose too good for who?

Don’t take me the wrong way though, because I am so not like them, no way. I don’t judge people for the way they look or how smart they might be. I judge them for who they are inside, I take the time to get to know them. And I happen to know for a fact that Kyle Valenti has not grown up at all since high school. he still thinks he’s the big man on campus, the guy who every girl will fall over their own feet to talk to. Five years on and he hasn’t changed a bit. I feel sorry for him, because if he hasn’t changes, he hasn’t really lived has he? From my experience, everyone changes over time, whether it be for better or worse, is determined by each individual. Buy Kyle has not changed one bit, he’s still the self centred, egotistical lovo, that he was five years ago. And that I can judge him for, I did know him for a while after all.

He and Tess would make a great couple. They deserve each other. It would be the perfect love hate relationship. I could totally see it, them fighting for the mirror each morning. Fighting over who is prettier. They’ve got so much in common. They both love to talk about themselves, they both think they’re better than everyone else, and they are both as brainless as each other. They are perfect in every way perfect for each other at least.

Oops, did I just zone out on Kyle, cos he’s looking at me weird.

“Sorry Kyle, what was it you said?”

“I asked if you wanted to do something after the reunion. I’m up for anything...Anything.”

Yeah, whatever, as if I didn’t miss the hidden connotations in that.

“Well actually Kyle I was...”

“She was coming out for a bit with me. Kyle I think Tess is over there looking for you. She’s by the drinks, and she was saying something about sleeping...”

“Gee he was out of here fast, and I was only gonna say she was saying something about sleeping arrangements. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting but you looked liked you needed to be saved.”

“Ah thanks. I guess. It was alright anyway I can handle him now.”

“Yeah, I bet you can. You ran off on me earlier, I was actually wondering if we could talk after the reunion. I’ve got a lot to say, a lot I’ve been meaning to tell you. And I totally understand If you say no, because you don’t really know me all that well. And your probably wondering why I’m talking to you now, after all this time. After high school. And... Shit sorry I’m a bumbling idiot, I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“Your nervous? Your nervous talking to me. I didn’t know I could evoke such emotions in a guy. And I know I should say no to after the reunion for the way you treated me in high school, but I’ve got to admit I’m just a little curious as to what you have to say. I mean I’m shocked you actually remember me, I thought I had a good in sight into everyone after all those years of standing in the shadows watching. But people just keep on shocking me. Well Maxwell Evans it looks like there might be some things I don’t know about you yet.”

“So was that a yes. We can hang for a bit after the reunion?”

“Yeah, I guess, we can hang and talk, or whatever you anted to do Maxie, I’m up for anything.”

“No Liz, I didn’t mean...”

“It’s ok Max, I was only kidding with ya. I just wanted to see you squirm a bit. Well I gotta jet, gotta get ready for our next set. See you later Max.”

“Yeah, see you later Liz.”

Max POV

Oh my god. She said yes. We’re gonna hang for a while after the reunion, and talk. Finally after all these years I will be able to tell her how sorry I am for the way I was in high school. I know it doesn’t mean anything I mean she only said yes to talk, but It’s a start. And that was all I wanted. Have I mentioned how beautiful that girl is. Those endless depths she calls her eyes, I could drown in them and I wouldn’t want to be saved either. And that hair, I bet it’s so soft, I wish...”

“Hey guys are you all having a good time? Well before the band comes back on to play a few more tunes, I just wanted to take this opportunity to say a few words, and give a special award. I mean what kind of reunion would this be without at least one surprise right? ok first up I’ve got a few words.”

“In case some of you forget I am Isabel Evans. All through high school, we went believing that we could be anything we wanted to be. We would be anything we wanted to be, but I know when I was going through all the names for the reunion, very few of us actually became that person. There was one stand out but we will get back to that later. We all know there were many groups back in high school.

“The populars.”

“The goths.”

“The nerds.”

“The skaties.”

“Liz Parker” Everyone laughs at this last one.

“Yes, well you are all right, there were all those groups, and it took me a long time to realise that there was something special about all of them. All of them but the first group, the populars. The group who decided all the other group, the group who set the standards, but could not even live up to them themselves. The group who divided our school, and turned people against each other. And I do include myself I that. We wrecked high school for ourselves and for so many others. And I just wanted to take this chance to say sorry to them people. I can’t apologise for everyone, and I can’t take back what we did, but I think you have more then proved yourselves, and you didn’t do it for us.”

Having said that, I would like the lead singer for The Dropouts to come out on stage. Where is she. Oh there you are, come on, you can’t run away you’ve got to entertain us after this.

Liz POV

I can’t believe Isabel is doing this. I guess I was right she has changed. That speech was beautiful and no one else seemed to catch the looks she was giving me. She should be proud of herself. I am proud of her. She has really come into her own. She has always been beautiful on the surface, but judging from that moment it looks like she has really come into herself. And I am really happy for her.
What? Why she calling me out there? Hell I’m just as confused as everyone else looks. I can hear their whispers. They are wandering what I’ve got to do with anything. Well everyone's eyes are on me , so I guess I have to go up, beside even if I didn’t want to I’m pretty sure Maria would drag me up there. She looks like she’s about to jump out of her skin. I make my way to the stage, everyone’s eyes are following me. I finally reach the top and Isabel pulls me into a hug.


“Ok you have all seen this girl performing for you tonight, and have all been amazed I’m sure for her amazing voice. But she is more than just a member of The Dropouts. I have heard a few of you through the night wondering where you have seen her before. And I’ve gotta say considering she said her name and someone just called out her name, you are all a lot dumber then I thought.

Well you have all seen this girl before. Five years ago. Wandering the halls of West Roswell High, she kept to herself, but we wouldn’t let her be by herself. I am ashamed for the way she was treated and I fell sorry for those who don’t remember her. She was the smartest girl in the school then and recieved valedictorian at our graduation ceremony. And five years on, I am proud to present Liz Parker with the West Roswell High superstar of the future award. But Liz, I would just like to say you were always a superstar, some of us were just to blinded by our images to se it. But you are the only one who has reached for the stars and plucked them right out of the sky. So congratulations Liz Parker you have and will always be something more than any of us could ever hope to be.”

Kyle POV

Huh. Did she just say what I think she said? Liz Parker is the Liz Parker from high school. Ah shit.

Maria’s POV

And the shit hits the fan. See Lizzie I told you, you deserve it.

Tess’s POV

I knew it. I knew she was missing something. I knew all along she didn’t have it in her, and now I know why. She is plain jane Liz parker. What was Isabel thinking giving her that award, I deserved it. It should be mine. Not lowly Liz Parker’s. She was never anything special, and nothings changed.

Max’s POV

Isabel was right she did deserve it more then everyone else, and she is better then all of us. If I’m not good enough for her which I’m not, does that make it wrong for me to want her? Because I don’t think I can slow my heart down whenever she’s around. I don’t think I want to.

Liz’s POV

Oh shit. You should see everyone’s faces. Shock is reverberating around the place, and I can tell you this. It’s coming off me as well. I don’t think they know what to do. I look at Max and he looks back at me and smiles, then suddenly starts clapping. All of a sudden everyone is joining in, well most people anyway. There all standing. What the hell. Who are these people and what did they do to West Roswells Highs class of 2002?


“Thanks everyone, I really appreciate it, before the next song, I just wanted to say, that any of you can do this. Any of you can still reach for your dreams its not to late. It will never be to late. Ok the next song is to someone in this room they will know who they are. You all know that I was pretty much an outcast in high school, and I spent a lot of time watching you all. There were a few things I noticed and this was one of them. This isn’t actually one of our songs, it’s a cover, but I noticed this person used to always walk around in a daze listening to this, and one day I found out what song it was. When they were listening to this song, this was the onetime I felt like I belonged in high school, I saw right into their soul, and it looked a lot like mine. And I just wanted to let that person know that I saw them. Way back then, no matter what the circumstances were. Ok This is called Long December and its by one of my favourite bands the Counting Crows.

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should

A Long December - Counting Crows





posted on 6-Nov-2002 12:13:19 AM by bel_83
Hey guys I’ve got another new part. I finally got the take home exam done. I just hope I pass. And I’m in a good mood, because I got a distinction on my essay . So this parts longer then usual.

The songs used are These Days by Powderfinger and Weir by Killing Heidi. Two great Australian bands, if you haven’t heard these songs I recommend them to you. Ok on with the show...

PREVIOUSLY

When they were listening to this song, this was the onetime I felt like I belonged in high school, I saw right into their soul, and it looked a lot like mine. And I just wanted to let that person know that I saw them. Way back then, no matter what the circumstances were. Ok This is called Long December and its by one of my favourite bands the Counting Crows.



PART 16


Max POV

She noticed me. Even back then she noticed me. All I wanted back in high school was for someone to see me. And don’t just mean see me and like what they saw, I mean really see me. I wanted people to see what I was too afraid to show, all they had to do was look. And I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking what a hypocrite I am. How can I want people to see m, when I can’t even take the time to really look at them. Well I don’t even know the answer to that, all I know Is that she saw me. She noticed things about me that no one else did.

No one questioned the fact that I would go through these phases where I would just feel like I’d had enough. I would feel like giving up everything I’d worked so hard to achieve. They weren’t important things, just things like popularity. That was when I would listen to the Counting Crows. They’re my favourite band, she knew that. I didn’t even know her name and she knew my favourite band. But what does it mean? Is there some hidden subtext behind the song, maybe she just realised that I need to know. I needed to know that someone was looking past the image I’d created for myself, that someone saw me for who I really was. A vulnerable school boy.

All this time its plagued me. I wish things had been different. I wish I’d done things differently. But then I get all philosophical and think where would I be if I had. I might not be here at this very second, listening to what may well turn out to be, the girl of my dreams dedicating a song to me. It might be selfish of me not to want to go back. I mean I could changes things for her, be nicer to her, we could have even been friends. Things could be easier for her, but I wouldn’t give up this time, this minute, this second, for anything. And that might make me seem insensitive and it might make me selfish, but for once in my life I don’t care what you may think. I don’t care what the guy down the street might think, and I certainly don’t care what Tess Harding and Kyle Valenti think. For once I’m going to be selfish, for once I’m going to show the real me, and for once I’m going to chases my dream. Liz Parker.


“Hey guys, I hope you all enjoyed the song. Well we’re going to have a short break then we will be back with one more final song, a tribute to your school days.”

Liz POV

I think they’re all still in shock, and max he just looks like he’s in a daze, or deep in thought. I thought about playing him for a while making him pay, but I wouldn’t only be punishing him then, I would be punishing myself. I mean I I don’t need Max Evans, but I sure do want him.

My eyes follow him as he walks up to his sister. I don’t know what he’s saying but I can see her gesturing wildly, I feel a tap on my back and I turn around. Great, Its Eva Valentino, one of Tess’ little followers form high school I wonder what she’s got to say, or what message she’s got to broadcast from Tess.

“Liz Parker. Oh my god I can’t believe it’s you. It’s me Eva, remember I like spoke to you that one time.”

“Yeah, I remember. That’s right before your foot slipped out and tripped me over. And what was it you said to me again. Oh yeah that’s it, don’t speak to me, don’t associate with me, and don’t touch me.”

“Oh, it was an accident silly. I knew back then we would be great friends. Like maybe later, we can out together. It will be just like old times.”

“Oh my god. That would be like so awesome. We could go shopping, paint each others nails and do each others hair.”

“Ooh slumber party.”

“Oh Eva before we do that, can I just say...

Don’t speak to me, don’t associate with me, and don’t touch me, now run along.”

Liz POV

Thank goodness she’s out of my sight. I have so always wanted to throw those words back into her painted face. Everyone’s clapping, why is everyone clapping. Oooh, apparently I just had an audience, I guess they all wanted to say the same thing but didn’t have the nerve. Oh well, who gives a shit. Not me.
That girl squeals louder than a pig. Why are these girls so...girlie? We can like paint nails, then we can like do our hair, and then we can like actually grow a brain. Well that last one seems to be physically and mentally impossible for these girls.

Damn, she made me lose Max as well. I turn around for a tiny bit, and he’s gone. I can see Isabel though, she’s over in the corner laughing. I can’t see what at...Ah that would explain it, Alex is over there showing him some of his tricks. Where the hell had max gone. I wanted to talk to him...

Ok why is the spotlight on the stage? We’ve still got five minutes before we’re sposed to perform our last song . And what the hell Alex, what is he doing? He must be going to sing a song, I guess, why didn’t I know about this. I watch as Alex starts to play his bass guitar. I watch as the spotlight moves to another figure just offf thestage. I watch as this figure steps forward. I listen as everyone starts cheering and clapping, I listen as he start to sing.

it's coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
and settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day

This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned

It's coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its demands
It settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Undignified and lame

This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Soon enough it comes
Soon enough it comes
To tie us down

These Days - Powderfinger from the album Odyssey Number Five

“Liz Parker, you have turned my life upside down, I feel like I have no control. Thankyou for letting me be me. Thanking for not letting us drag you down, and most of all thank you for being you.”

Liz POV

He sang to me. I can’t believe he sang to me. Although, I don’ t know if you could really call it singing. But he got up there anyway. He put himself up there for everyone to see, the real him. And he did it for me. I can’t believe he sang to me. No bodies ever sang to me before. Shit, shit, shit, I can’t even talk to him yet. One more song Liz, you’ve just gotta get through one more song. Walk up to the stage Liz, you can do it. Even though your legs feel like jelly, and feel like they’re going to fall off, you can do it. The sooner you get through this song, the sooner you can talk to him. You’re nearly there, oops watch where you’re going Liz, you just ran into someone, now apologize.

“Sor...Max, hey.”

“Hey Liz, we’ll talk later. Meet me out the front after you’ve finished.”

“Huh? Oh yeah song. Later. Out front. Got it.”


Idiot. You’re a bumbling idiot. song, later, out front. You can’t even put one sentence together how the hell are you supposed to put a whole song together. It will be ok, remember the sooner you get through this song, the sooner you can talk to Max.

“Hey guys. Well we’ve got one more special song for you. In memory of your school days. Remember reach fro your dreams and reach for the stars. You never know you just might be able to pluck one out of the sky. Ok this song is called Weir. We are the Dropouts, and we hope you’ve all had a great time. Keep a look out for our record it will be on the shelves soon.”

I turn to Michael for the cue.

Old friend of mine, we will never lose the time
That we shared all these years, these years
Old friend of mine, we will never lose the time that we
Shared all these years, these years
Will you?
Will you?

Will you make it in the end?
Through all the twists and bends
Will you fulfil your dreams?
Not as easy as it seems.

Meanwhile out front...

Max POV

She has such a beautiful voice. I wonder what she thought of the song. I know I don’t have the greatest voice, actually that’s an understatement a dying hyena sounds better then me, but I hope she saw and heard what I was trying to get through to her. I’m sure she did, apparently she always seemed to be able to read me.

Lover friend of mine, we will never lose the time, that we
Covered in our tears in our tears
Lover friend of mine, we will never lose the time, that we
Covered in our tears in our tears.
Will you?

Max POV

In a matter of minutes, she will be standing right here in front of me. In a matter of minutes my dreams all might come true. In a matter of minutes...

“Maxie whata re you doing out here all by yourself?”

Will you make it in the end?
Through all the twists and bends
Will you full fill your dreams?
Not as easy as it seems
Floating in the weir, and you think you'll never sink
So you forget all your fears, your fears
Floating in the weir, and you think you'll never sink
So you forget all your fears, your fears
Will you?
Will you?

“Tess, I’m actually waiting for someone.”

“So you thought about it then, and decided to come out with me? We will have so much fun. I know you always had a thing for me back in high school Maxie, and I’ve got a little secret. I always wanted a piece of you.”

“Tess...”

Will you make it in the end?
Through all the twists and bends
Will you fulfil your dreams?
Not as easy as it seems.

“It’s ok Maxie you don’t have to deny it. Anyway there’s no time like the present.”

Meanwhile...

“Thanks guys, you’ve been a great audience. We are the Dropouts and remember. Drink driving’s a crime.”

Liz POV

I turn around and tell Maria I’ll be back in soon to help pack things up, she winks at me and tells me to take my time. I’ve got all night. I make my way downstairs, as people congratulate me I make my way to the front door...


Outside

“Te..”

“Shh Maxie, It’s okay, don’t think just feel.”

Max POV

What the hell, she won’t let me get a word in. What the hell is she going on about don’t think just fe...Hello I don’t think her hands supposed to be there. She’s leaning in, oh shit she’s leaning in, I reach to pull her hand away, and her lips land on mine. Gross, way too much tongue there. Eww I’m gonna have to rinse my mouth out, forever, just as soon as I get her tongue out of it that is!


Liz POV

Why does everyone keep on stopping to chat. Can’t they see I’m on a mission. Ok Liz the doors just in reach. Ignore whoever’s calling your name, don’t turn around. Ok Liz why did you do that. Now you’re going to have to talk.

“Liz, I just wanted to say how great you guys were tonight, maybe we can catch up some time?”

“Yeah. sure Isabel, I’d like that. We’ll exchange numbers. Sorry I don’t mean to sound rude but...”

“You’re going to meet my brother aren’t you? He’s liked you forever. Oh well good luck.”


Max POV

Is there a way of pulling away without being too upfront. Dammit Max just get her tounge out of your mouth. Damn this girl has a grip. You’re supposed to be meeting Liz. Shit, Liz. It wouldn’t look to great if she walked out now.

Liz POV

Finally. I can finally talk to Max. I push open the door. I can’t see Max anywhere. Where the hell is he. I walk round the corner and see a couple making out. Oops, I think I might just turn back around now. Wait a minute. I know that hair, I know that body, and I know them clothes. Asshole. Stupid Liz. Asshole.

Meanwhile...

“Tess. That’s enough. I don’t want you now nor have I ever. I was a stupid school boy back then, anyway who knows what diseases you’re carrying around. There is only one girl I want and there’s only one tongue I’d let in my mouth, and It’s definitely not yours!”

Max POV

30 minutes later...

Where the hell is he. Its been thirty minutes, and I’ve seen nearly everyone walk out. Oh there’s Isabel.

“Isabel. Is have you seen Liz?”

“Yeah. She left about 15 minutes ago. She came out her, talked to you, and then she came back in and left with the band. They decided to go home tonight. Promotional stuff and all. So did you tell her how you feel?”

Max POV

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m an idiot. What have I done?




Sorry guys, but I wanted to give this story more depth and take it further than just the reunion, and this was the only way I saw how. Just remember this is a dreamer story, and I hate sad endings!

posted on 10-Nov-2002 9:34:26 PM by bel_83
Hey sorry about the delay. I’m just doing some last minute uni work and managed to squeeze this in. Thanks for the bumps and feedback.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month: Remembrance

Today is remembrance day so please take the time out to remember everything that has been sacrificed, for us to be here today. The armistice was signed and peace was declared
"In October 1997, the Governor-General issued a proclamation declaring 11 November as Remembrance Day and urging Australians to observe one minute's silence at 11.00 am on Remembrance Day each year to remember the sacrifice of those who died or otherwise suffered in Australia's cause in wars and war-like conflicts."
Lest we forget.



Where the hell is he. Its been thirty minutes, and I’ve seen nearly everyone walk out. Oh there’s Isabel.

“Isabel. Is have you seen Liz?”

“Yeah. She left about 15 minutes ago. She came out her, talked to you, and then she came back in and left with the band. They decided to go home tonight. Promotional stuff and all. So did you tell her how you feel?”

Max POV

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m an idiot. What have I done?

PART 17

Liz POV

How stupid could I be? To think that things could have changed, we could have changed. I thought maybe we had a chance. No, I’m not going to do this to myself. I’m not going to blame myself for caring, for falling. Tess...He was with Tess Harding of all people, when he was supposed to be waiting for me. But he sang to me, why would he sing a song to me and then do a complete about face. I know I shouldn’t be looking for excuses for him, but when you care about someone as much I cared about him, you just can’t help it.

Was it all a lie? I don't know, and maybe I will never know, but I do know this. I am not going to let this break me, he may have broken my heart but he will never break my soul. No one will ever break me again, I won't let them close enough too.

I had this fleeting flashback, it only lasted for a second, but it haunts me. I see him laughing with his friends, laughing at me, and I wonder if that is what he is doing right now. If this was some elaborate scheme to make me fall for him all over again. But I guess I couldn’t fall for him all over again, If I never stopped falling to begin with. Could I?

We are on our way to the airport, after seeing Max with Tess, I didn’t wait around for an explanation I just ran. It’s human impulse, you see, if you see something you don’t want to see, you turn around and walk away, you don’t want to believe it. But the images that play over and over and over in your head, remind you. No matter how hard you try you can’t escape it. So I ran, I always said to myself I would never run again, after high school, but I guess part of that girl is still inside me. The girl who is still afraid of not being good enough, and when I saw Max with Tess it was like a kick in the stomach. It was high school all over again, and I was not going to be that girl again. But I was, I am.

So here we are about to board the plane. Maria does not know what happened, none of them do. I know both Max and Tess would have gotten a fist full of Maria if they did. They were coming out to tell me we had to leave anyway, when I ran into them. Our manager had gotten us a last minute gig or something, and we had to hop on a plane straight back to New York, our other performances in Roswell would be cancelled. The little people didn’t matter anymore, we were back off the big apple where dreams are made and dreams are broken. Funny that place had always been Roswell, New Mexico for me.

As we bored the plane, I take one last look behind me and wonder what might have been. As I turn around to follow Alex I realise that this is it. I am finally letting go of Roswell, New Mexico. The question is am I ready and do I even want to. And it is at that second that I realise I am not going to be that girl anymore. It is that second I realise, to let Roswell go, I have to let her go. And it is at that second that I turn around, and run back down the stairs of the plane. I wasn’t ready to let go of Roswell just yet, I wasn’t ready to let go of Max just yet. I yell to Alex that I will be back in time for the concert, not to worry I just had some things I needed to take care of here in Roswell first, and that I needed to do it alone. I knew they would understand because to some degree I think they knew. So here I am waiting for a cab to take me back to Roswell, new Mexico, to take me back to Max Evans, and to finally let go of the girl I was in high school. I was not going to run away this time.

Max POV

Nice work Maxwell, you have probably just trashed the one thing that you have always wanted. Why didn’t I push Tess away sooner? Why didn’t I chase after Liz straight away? Why am I sitting here outside the auditorium feeling sorry for myself, when I should be on the next plain to New York?
Because this is who I am. I am still the boy who is too scared of what people might think to chase after his dreams. But in this case it’s not just people it’s Liz. I’m afraid that even If I do find her, she won’t listen to what I have to say. She won’t believe what I have to say. She saw me kissing someone else, Tess Harding of all people, when I was supposed to be waiting for her. Actually I rephrase that she saw Tess Harding kissing me, how was she to know that I didn’t want it?

I guess she deserves better than me anyway. Things always happen for a reason, and that reason may not be the reason you want but you just have to accept it. I just have to accept the hand that fate dealt to me, I just have to accept a future without Liz, all because I was to wussy. All because I was not man enough to go after her. Does that take something away from the way I feel about her? I don’t think it does, but you would all probably disagree. Some times you just love people so much you have to let them go. And that it was I am doing, she deserves better, she deserves someone who will love her unconditionally, who is not afraid to run after her. Run away with her. She deserved someone who can show her the stars and pick one out of the sky for her, she deserves a man, not a boy. She the world, I just hope she finds that man and he does not break her heart. Or maybe he already has?

I can’t sit here feeling sorry for myself anymore. I just have to accept the decision I made and move on. I admit it; I’m a coward. I love her but I can’t go after her. Where is the logic in that? Just as long as she’s happy I can cope. I can live, but I will never love again. I lost that ability the moment I laid eyes on Liz Parker, and she stole my heart away. And I was just not big enough to even attempt to claim hers in it’s p[lace. I will regret that for the rest of my life, but it is the decision I have made. I have top get away from this place, leave Roswell, new Mexico behind. Maybe one day I will come back, but not until I have gotten rid of the little boy in me once and for all. And maybe then, even though I don’t deserve, it my heart will still be waiting, and I will finally be ready to claim hers in replacement. But for now goodbye Roswell New Mexico, you taught me nothing and everything at the same time. You gave my heart away, and ripped it out all at the same time. You offered me a dream and then took it right back. One day I might repay you, but first I have to forgive you, and then I have to forget you. But as long as Liz Parker lives in my mind, so will Roswell, so I don’t think I will ever be returning.


VOICEOVER

As one cab leaves, another pulls in. As one heart breaks another holds hope. As one star shine another one disappears from the sky. As one reaches for their dreams and the other fades away, they don't realise that fate works in mysterious ways. it can take something away from you, then when you least expect it give it right back. As one tear dries up, another one falls. And as one heart is given another is replace. If only they knew.




AN: Do not worry guys, I felt this part was necessary, but everything will fall into place soon. I just thought they both needed some time to grow and accept themselves before they could really be together, and accept each other. The next part will probably flash forward, don’t worry our star crossed lovers will meet again

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posted on 16-Nov-2002 7:24:43 AM by bel_83
Hey guys sorry abou the delay again. but here's a longer party for you. It didn't really turn out the way I wanted it too but I'm going to post it anyway. Thanks for the feedback and bumps, you guys are great. I write a bit of poetry and I included two of parts of two poems in here. Tell me what you think.


PREVIOUSLY

As one cab leaves, another pulls in. As one heart breaks another holds hope. As one star shine another one disappears from the sky. As one reaches for their dreams and the other fades away, they don't realise that fate works in mysterious ways. it can take something away from you, then when you least expect it give it right back. As one tear dries up, another one falls. And as one heart is given another is replace. If only they knew.


Part 18a

2 years later


Have you ever wondered, ever known
why time flies by and where it goes
have you ever heard of, ever seen
if what you dream can ever be
Have you ever wondered, ever cried
Why you let go and now you’ve died
Have you ever loved, ever lost
kept on living but never forgot
where has time gone, will it be
will things work out for you and me
the years keep passing, day by day
wonder where you are, with who you lay
will I find you, I hope so
but where you are I don’t know
but I’ll keep on searching until I find
No matter what, I will make you mine


It’s kind of depressing isn’t it. It’s kind of pathetic. I’m kind of pathetic. It’s been two years. Two whole years, and so much as happened. But I still can’t forget, I won’t forget. My heart won’t let me forget. Everything happened so quickly, my life has flown by right in front of my own eyes, and I have just let it. I’ve got to admit though it’s been one hell of a ride. One hell of a journey. It started with my finding myself, and I wonder how it will end. I guess you will never know until it actually ends.
One second I’m this faceless person you know, and then the next minute I’m thrown into the big bad world, and I love it. I might be pathetic, but at least I’m still living, at least I’m still happy. I decided along time ago I was never going to let someone take that away from me. And I know I’ve got Maria, Alex and Michael to thank for that. They keep me grounded, they show me the bigger issue, they make me realise I am just a small part of a whole, and things will work themself out if I just let them.

To mess with fate is to have no future. And what’s the purpose of living if you don’t have a future. Me, I’m enjoying the present, I’m letting life run it’s course.

“Hey Liz, babe. What ya watching there? If that’s that Roswell show again, I’m going to have to come and kick your ass out of that chair, I mean what are you thinking? That Shiri chick is such a pushover, she has so much potential, and what the hell is she wearing. What is with that ugly flowered jacket thing they have her wear. Can we all say eww. And that Majandra chick, talk about ditz, does she actually think those things she sniffs work? It’s all mental I tell you. I do gotta admit though that Brendan guy is quite the hottie. Those gorgeous eyes, and don’t even get me started on his ass. mmmmm. I could just eat him whole. But that’s not why I came in here, I came in here to drag your ass up and get you ready, you’re coming out with us tonight. It’s one of our only nights off, so we’re gonna make a night of it. No buts either, its not up for discussion.”

“Maria, to begin with, for someone who claims to hate that television show you sure know a lot about it. I’m partial to that Jason character myself, he can come save my life any day. Any way I don’t particularly watch it for the characters or the story line, which by the way have gone a bit down hill this season. I just like to see home you know...”

“What Liz, why didn’t you ever tell me you came from strange planet. You’re from that Antar place. Oh god my best friend is a real alien. Liz Parker is not an earthling people, she is coming to take over our world.”

“Maria, I’m being serious here. You know I watch it to see Roswell, and the Crashdown. It’s my home you know. I haven’t been there since...Well you know, and since dad’s renting out the crash to them...Well I miss it. That’s my home, and to at least get to see it once a week. Well I can live with that.”

“Well Liz, have you ever thought of...Gee I don’t know...Maybe actually going home for a bit.”

“You of all people know how busy we are. Even in our breaks we’re busy writing new songs, promoting. I mean we’ve just finished the talk show circuit, we’ve finally released our first album after all this time..”

“Elizabeth Rosemary Parker. You know as well as I do that they are all just excuses. The reason you won’t go back is because it holds too many bad memories for you. You went back for him but he wasn’t there. But babe it’s been two years. Maybe it was for the best. I’ve said it before and I will say it again; You both needed time to adjust, you had both changed so much, and It would not have been smart to just jump into a relationship with the guy you secretly loved all through high school.

As it was you were still adjusting to the new you, whose to say that at that time if you had Max had been waiting for you and you had gotten together, whose to say that you wouldn’t become that person again. The shy, insecure girl. And whose to say he wouldn’t become that person again. The insensitive, spineless bastard that he was in high school. Lizzy you weren’t ready for each other then You both needed to find yourselves. And if you’re meant to be you will find each other again. I think you both realised that at the time.

Liz you’re like this hermit, you haven’t dated for ...well basically since I’ve known. It’s time for you to get out there, put yourself out there. You know you sit around thinking that it’s up to him to find you, but Lizzie if you really think this is meant to be, you will find each other. And if you can’t wait for that, you have two arms, two legs and a mouth. And there’s this new device it’s called a telephone. Use it.”

“Ria, I know you think I’m this hermit that just sits around feeling sorry for myself and waiting for Max to call, but I’m not. I am happy. I know you think all I do is pine after him, bit I’m happy this way. I can’t just date some guy that I know won’t measure up. I can’t do that to them and I can’t do that to me. And I do know that you’re right, it probably was for the best. It was too soon, we had both changed so much, I had to find myself without him, and he had to realise that just because my appearance had changed, I was still me. I understand all that, I really do, and that’s why I can be happy.

Because I know once he’s found himself we will find each other and I’m content with that. Maria I’m in a good place right now. I know I can be happy without him, so if he happens to come along great, but if he doesn’t will I will survive. I will be happy even. I know it sounds like I’ve put my life on hold for him, but these past two years I’ve felt like me. And I’ve felt happy to be me.”

“Ok. Who are you and what have you done with Liz Parker. How can you be so happy about being apart, so content without the supposed love of your life. There’s something you’re not telling me Liz, and I will just keep on talking until you do. Now spit it out.”

“Fine Maria. You know that device you so kindly pointed out to me. Well guess what, I happen to know how to use it. And let’s just say if you’d confronted me one week ago I would not be blabbering about being happy and content. I would have been the complete opposite, sitting around feeling sorry for myself. Wondering what if. So I did it, I picked up the phone did a little investigating, and am now in the possession of the phone number and address of one Max Evans, who so happens to be in New York City, working as an intern at a doctor’s surgery where I so happen to have an appointment tomorrow.

Do you think he will remember me Ria, I wonder what he’s up to. I could just be setting myself up for a fall. He could be married with kids for all I know.”
“Yes, but Liz. You’re doing it, You’re taking the plunge. I knew you had it in you, I thought I was going to have to beat it out of you soon. I'm so proud of you Lizzie. You have really grown these past two years and that is saying something.”

“Well considering what has happened. I think I had to. I wonder if Max has changed much...”


part 18b


To many times I’ve closed my eyes
And let you walk away
I’ve made many mistakes
But watching you walk away again
Will not be one of them

I promise to love you with all my heart
Give to you with all of my soul
I realise now our love is binding
I can’t believe I nearly let you go
From now unto eternity we will never be apart

I promise to give you all that I am
And all that I never knew I could be
Because you were the one who gave me hope and direction
And the one who set me free
When I met you my life began

To many times I’ve closed my eyes
And blindly walked out the door
I’ve made many mistakes
But walking away from you will not be one of them
And watching you walk away again
Will not be one of them


It’s kind of depressing isn’t it. It’s kind of pathetic. I’m kind of pathetic. It’s been two years. Two whole years, and so much as happened. But I still can’t forget, I won’t forget. My heart won’t let me forget. She does after all hold it in her hands, does she know? I wonder. Does she think about me, like I think about her every second of every minute of every hour of every day? Is it wrong for someone to totally consume another's thoughts. How can it be wrong, when they probably aren’t even aware that they are doing it? I walked away from her that day, and trust me when I say it took all my strength. You saw me, I mean I was nearly weak, I nearly succumbed. But I knew, I knew we needed time, but two years? So much has happened in those two years, I’m an intern now at a doctors surgery. My residence: New York City. I want to look for her, I just don’t know where to start. I watch her you know, I’ve got this massive scrap book, with all the details of her life, that the media can access. And she is living, that is all I ever wanted for her. The pictures I have of her though, there’s something missing from her eyes. She smiles and she does look happy, she looks content even, but there is something missing.

The day there cd went on sale, I went out and brought seven copies, for each of the wasted years since high school. I listen to a different one every day. I know it sounds stupid but it feels like she’s talking to me, and sometimes I talk back. I tell her what is going on in my life, and then I listen to what is going on in hers. Through the music, through her words, and I know they are her words. I said two years ago that I was walking away to give her a chance a happiness, she deserved better. But I’ve grown over those two years, I’ve changed. And now I’m thinking, I deserve happiness also. Everyone deserves to be happy. And I am, I have a great job, a job that I love, I have a nice house that I share with someone I love, but there is just something missing. Something that I won’t ever be able to replace, something that I don’t want to ever have to replace. Do I have the right to even contemplate looking for her now? I left my heart with her, and now do I have the right to ask for hers in return?

“Max you’re going to be late for work, you’ve got a 10:30 appointment.”

“Shit, thanks Is, I guess I lost track of time. Don’t know what time I’ll be back I might have to work late tonight. Love you.”

“Max just one thing before you bolt out he door. I know you’ve been thinking about her, especially since you saw her on Letterman. If it’s meant to be it’s meant to be. Remember things always happen for a reason, things will work themself out.”

“I know. Thanks Is. See ya.”





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posted on 25-Nov-2002 4:11:52 AM by bel_83
Hey guys. Thanks for all the bumps and feedback I totally appreciate. Sorry Its taken so long, but I had uni assignments, but I‘m in a great mood cos I got Pearl Jam tickets for their Sydney concert. Woohoo!!!. But Wednesday is my final exam...provided I don’t fail anything. So after that. I am all yours. Hope you like this part, its longer for you all because I made you wait!!! tell me what you think because I was working in 43'C heat or
109.4' F for those who go by that system!!!

Its a scorcher down here in Australia!!


PREVIOUSLY

So I did it, I picked up the phone did a little investigating, and am now in the possession of the phone number and address of one Max Evans, who so happens to be in New York City, working as an intern at a doctor’s surgery where I so happen to have an appointment tomorrow.

..............................................

Max you’re going to be late for work, you’ve got a 10:30 appointment.”

“Shit, thanks Is, I guess I lost track of time. Don’t know what time I’ll be back I might have to work late tonight. Love you.”



PART 19


“Maria I can’t do it. I can’t just show up at his surgery its been two years for goodness sakes. What if he doesn’t remember me? What if he’s got a girlfriend? What if he’s married? What if...”

“Enough of the what ifs already! I know Its been two years, and he could have a girlfriend, for all I know he could be married and have children...”

“Yep, thanks for the words of support Ria.”

“ Well what I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted, was what if he’s not? What if he’s as unhappy as you. Oh right but you’re not unhappy, you are completely...content. That’s the word you used isn’t it? so you have everything you desire, you are satisfied with the way your life has turned out? You have no regrets?”

“Maria, everyone has regrets. And I’ll have you know that you don’t have to have everything you desire to be content. In fact it says right here...con - tent,. Having the desires limited to what one has.”

“Oh so she’s pulling out the dictionary now. I’m not even goping to ask why you had one of those on you. Now pass it here. Hey Lizzie babe, did you miss the second meaning; con - tent,. willing or resigned. Did you get that part chica? r-e-s-I-g-n-e-d. You my girl are resigned to the fact that you will never get your guy. And that right there is the truth.”

“Ria resigned is a whole other word., we are speaking about being content, and I am totally content. I am so content that I could not be any more content even if I tried, or even if the right guy came along.”

“And by the right guy we mean Max Evans don’t we Liz. Fine I know you won’t back down, I know how stubborn you are. And I’ve said the word content so many times, I’m wondering if it’s even a real word, and if it is what the hell does it mean. So we will agree to disagree. Agree?”

“Fine, I agree.”

“Ha, I knew you’d see my side of the story. Am I not the queen. Everyone Liz Parker agrees with me Maria Deluca. Can I get that in writing?”

“Maria, I was agreeing to disagree, I wasn’t agreeing with you.”

“Yeah whatever, anyway lizzie you have to go, you have an appointment. And speaking of said appointment you my dear are going to be late.”

“Do I look altright Ri?”

“Ha ha ladies and gentleman from the girl who is so content with life that she doesn’t need a guy, let alone need to impress one. Does she look alright? You look simply devine darling, just gorgeous. Ah Liz... What exactly are you getting checked out anyway?”

“Ummm well, I’ve had a really sore back lately and...”

“Woohoo go Lizzie. You do know you should really see a specialist for that kind of thing.”

“What? Max is a specialist. He’s special and...”

“an ist?”

“Ok, ok I’m going now. I’m going to be late as is. Don’t worry Maria you will find out everything when I get home. Gotta go, seeya. Love you.”

“Love you to netnoc.”

“Huh?”

“Content backwards that’s gonna be your new nick name.”

“Maria that’s conten backwards.”

“ I know, I know, but the t just didn’t fit. Fancy calling you tnetnoc.”

“Yeah because netnoc is such a normal name to be calling someone.”

“ Get outta here girl, go get your man. And remember...”

“I’m leaving now, I’m walking out the door right now, by Ria, Love ya.”



Meanwhile...


“Max you’re going to be late for work, you’ve got a 10:30 appointment.”

“Shit, thanks Is, I guess I lost track of time. Don’t know what time I’ll be back I might have to work late tonight. Love you.”

“Max just one thing before you bolt out he door. I know you’ve been thinking about her, especially since you saw her on Letterman. If it’s meant to be it’s meant to be. Remember things always happen for a reason, things will work themself out.”

“I know. Thanks Is. See ya.”


Liz POV

Shit, its 10:25, I am so going to be late. Yeah nice work Liz, you wanted to get there before he did. You were supposed to be his first appointment. Why didn’t I just walk away from Maria. You’d think I would have learnt by now. She never has anything constructive to say. Babble, babble, babble.


Max POV

You’d think after two years, I would have gotten her out of my thoughts. I mean she obviously forgot about me. She could have picked up the phone and called. Yeah Max, because the phone only goes both ways and all. She’s officially sent me crazy. Look at me I’m having a friggen conversation with myself.
Shit I am so gonna be late.


Liz POV

I am content aren’t I? I thought I was, maybe Maria has a point. Ok Liz you are definitely crazy, listening to Maria, What are you thinking? Because whatever it is you have to stop. Radio, yes that’s it I will turn on the radio. Anything to stop me having conversations in my head...With myself. Because that’s not insane! Liz stop talking to yourself. Radio, la la la la la.


Max POV

That’ll be right, no decent music on. I’ve flicked through every station and they have no decent music on. What is going on, all I wanted was some peace from my own thoughts, but nooo...


Liz POV

What in the world...Britney...flick...Christina...flick...Mandy...flick...us...flick...Britney...
Wait a minute back up a bit, that was one of our songs on the radio wasn’t it? Come on there’s only like six stations programmed in here, flick...flick...flick....


Max POV

I recognise this voice. I’d recognise her voice anyway. I just can’t escape can I? Everywhere I turn she is there, everywhere I look I see her face. I don’t think I’ve heard this song before

Since you’ve gone my smile doesn’t each my eyes
It barely even reaches my mouth
I don’t know what to do with myself
I’m dying inside
I don’t know how to live without you
I’m crying inside


Liz POV

Shit. It’s my song. Gotta ring Maria. Maria turn on the radio right now, ring the guys gotta go.

I wish the days would get easier
But it’s the nights when I feel all alone
Your arms aren’t there around me
It’s then I realise I’m on my own

Since you’ve gone my smile doesn’t reach my eyes
It barely even reaches my mouth
I don’t know what to do with myself
I’m dying inside
I don’t know how to live without you
I’m crying in side

Yeah, yeah. I know It’s a kind of depressing song. But It was at a hard time in my life. I felt lonely. It was actually one of the first songs I wrote. It’s my pride and joy. I actually wrote it for Max back in high school...when I was invisible to him. not that we were ever together, so technically he could never leave me but... Those words are my heart and soul. It’s the one time I am totally honest with myself, when I’m writing, when I’m singing. Because music is pure. Music is true, it cannot be corrupted, except by those Britney types. That is the real me. I wonder if max can hear me. If he can see me.


Max POV

I would give anything just to be able to feel again
I would give even more to learn how to love
I would give even more than that just to see you again
You are my one true love
I never thought I’d be so lost without you
That words can’t even explain
Some nights I don’t even want to go on living
That’s the extent of my pain

Since you’ve gone my smile doesn’t reach my eyes
It barely even reaches my mouth
I don’t know what to do with myself
I’m dying inside
I don’t know how to live without you
I’m crying inside
Please come back to me

It’s such a sad song. But it’s so brutally honest. I think everyone can see a bit of themselves in that song. The one thats left and the one thats been left. She’s so talented. I wonder what she’s doing right now. Well the purpose of the radio had just totally been defeated because there I go in Liz land again. I wonder...Shit, shit. What the...


Liz POV

I can’t believe that was us playing on the radio. I mean we’ve been played before but not on the major stations, and it was my song. Oooh here it comes

“And that was The Dropouts with their new single Crying Inside. Their debut album will be in stores very shortly, keep an eye out because they are going to rock the music world.”

I can’t believe it. I can totally see Maria right now, running and screaming and jumping up and down. I wish I could be there with her. But I guess we wouldn’t have heard it then would we. Maybe everything does happen for a reason.
Oh my god is that...It is it’s him. What’s he doing this end of town. Alex, Alex, Oi Ale...Oh Shit. Double shit.
Warning note to self; pay attention to the car in front when driving. So you don’t RUN UP ITS ASS.

Ok now Liz get out of car. I so don’t want to see the damage...


“Excuse me Miss...Are you alright?”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry I wasn’t paying attention, it was totally my fault, don’t worry I’m insured. I...
Max?”

“Liz?”


Liz POV

And like I said before maybe things do happen for a reason.




*lyrics to Crying Inside written by me

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posted on 27-Nov-2002 12:31:35 AM by bel_83
Woo hoo another year of uni complete, and to celebrate another new part. Enjoy



PREVIOUSLY

Warning note to self; pay attention to the car in front when driving. So you don’t RUN UP ITS ASS.

Ok now Liz get out of car. I so don’t want to see the damage...


“Excuse me Miss...Are you alright?”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry I wasn’t paying attention, it was totally my fault, don’t worry I’m insured. I...
Max?”

“Liz?”


Liz POV

And like I said before maybe things do happen for a reason.



PART 20

“Liz Parker?”

“And Max Evans.”

“Liz?”

“Max.”

“Liz...”

“Ok Max I think we’ve got the name part down pretty well, so It’s been a while hey what one and a half years?”

Liz POV

Yeah nice work Liz. Play it smooth. Wait a minute I wasn’t supposed to be playing games. I’m just going to get it over an done with.

“Umm just over two years actually.”

Max POV

Oh God did I just say that out loud. Now she’s gonna think you’ve been obsessing over her for the last 2 years.

“Yeah two years, five weeks and one day.

Liz POV

Did I just say that out loud? Great, nice work Liz. Now he’s gonna think you’re some obsessed freak. Oops is that horns I hear blaring.


“Umm so Max, I guess we better move our cars out of the middle of the road. I think some people might be getting a bit impatient. Is your car drivable”

“Umm yeah you didn’t do too much damage. Yours?”

“Yeah, mines ok. Just a bit of a scratch, I wasn’t going to fast so I guess we’re both lucky.”

“And you’re sure you’re all right.”

“Yes Max, I’m fine, besides I’m on my way to a doctors appointment right now.”

“Oh...”

“Yeah actually, I’m running a bit late for a 10:30 appointment...at Latham’s Surgery.”

“Lathams? Really I work there.”

“Umm, yeah I know. I have an appointment with a Dr Evans actually.”


Max POV

Did I just hear her properly? She knew I worked there and she is my 10:30 appointment?


“so I guess we better get going. Why did you need an appointment anyway?”

“Well It just so happens I was involved in a car accident, and I thought I better get myself checked out.”

“But that was on the way to the doctors.”

“I know. You just never know what’s going to happen do you?”

“OK then well I guess you can follow me seems I know where I’m going and all.”

“OK that would be great. Thanks Max, and we can work out the details for the car whilst I’m there.”


10 minutes later at the doctors surgery.

“So Miss Parker, to what the do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“well I was in a car accident you see. I ran up the back of some guys car when I wasn’t paying attention. And I just wanted to check and make sure everything is in working order.”

“Oh? When was this car accident?

“Ummm. On the way here.”

“And you booked an appointment because...?”

“Ok Max. Enough of the games. I’, going to be honest. The real reason I booked an appointment, was one because I knew it was with you and two because I wanted to talk to you. There so much I want to say, and I’ve waited so long to say it. Two years, in fact.”
“Liz, I’ve got a lot to say too. About that night, about what I think you may have seen. It wasn’t what it looked like. I was shocked, I know I reacted badly but I did pull away, and I know I should have done it sooner, but...”

“Max, that wasn’t actually what I was going to talk about. I was going to get to that, and I know I reacted badly aswell, I didn’t wait for an explanation, I just ran. Because back then running was what I did best. I should have let you explain, but I didn’t. And now I want to say what I was going to say that night. Please don’t interrupt me because I want to get it all out.

Ok. Back in high school I was nothing Max”

“Li...”

“What did I say Max? No interruptions just let me finish.”

“Fine, but I’m going to have my say after.”

“Ok back in high school I was nothing. I wasn’t anybody to anyone. I isolated myself because I didn’t want to be a part of all that. I of all people knew what it was like to be judged. I didn’t want to turn into another Tess Harding, so I avoided everyone. I avoided you. And I’ll be honest that day I ran into you, it gave me hope, that maybe people did see through my facade, maybe I wasn’t totally worthless. But that hope didn’t last long, it killed me to see you laughing when they ridiculed me.

But I got over it. I saw that you were only trying to fit in. And why shouldn’t you, I mean everyone wants to fit in. Be somebody. I would just rather have friends who I could be myself with, and I couldn’t be myself with anyone back in high school. They wouldn’t let me. And so I had no friends. And I just used to watch.

I saw all the back stabbing, all the petty arguments, all the jealous glares, and admiring stares. I saw it all, so in some ways I guess I felt sorry for you all for not noticing. But one day when I was watching I noticed you. You had this far away look on your face, you looked like you wish you could have been somewhere else. I don’t know what put that look there, but I continued to notice it. It was probably there all along and I just missed it, but whatever the case, I could see. You were lonely, you were more like me then anyone else, but you wanted friends. You had friends, but you were still alone.

None of them could see that, but I could and I think that is what drew me to you. I know I was nothing spectacular in high school, I know I was just the resident brain, but I also knew you. I knew you wanted to be something more. You wanted to be seen. And for so many years, I’ve just wanted to tell you that I did Max. I saw you. And I don’t care about what happened in high school, because that made me who I am today, and it made you who you are today.

When the reunion came up, I went to see you. And you know the band was playing, but I went to see you, and finally you noticed me. I don’t know if It was because I looked different, maybe half decent, or if it was because I was finally something more, and I don’t know if I want to know. But you still had that look in your eye, I was glad when you didn’t let them change you again. I was glad when you let them see you. And I was glad when you saw me. I mean really saw me. I was elated when you sang that song for me, or at least tried, and I was so happy to see you happy. When you were up on that stage I noticed the look was gone, you looked happy, and I wondered if that look had anything to do with me.

So there you go, I said it. And I know It’s a lot to take in but...”

“Liz...Shut up.”

He’s kissing me, I can’t believe he’s kissing me, and boy can he kiss.
“OK Liz, now It’s my turn to talk. No interruptions. Ok back in high school I was an idiot, I cared about what people thought, and that day I ran into you in the hall, I swear for a second I saw into your soul, and felt what you were feeling, but then they told me I couldn’t like you. I was naive and I was stupid and I listened. I used to watch you too you know, just when you weren’t looking, when nobody else was watching I would watch you. I envied you because you were who you were. You didn’t change for anyone, you were just you. I wish I’d been like that. But I wasn’t and I can’t change that. You weren’t nothing in high school Liz, and you weren’t invisible. I noticed you, I was just to gutless to approach you. I guess In some ways you intimidated me, you didn’t care what other people thought, although sometimes I could see they hurt you with their vicious words.

Sometimes I would go home and lie in my bed just listening to the counting Crows and thinking about you. I was an idiot, I laughed because they wanted me too, I spoke when they wanted me too, I dressed how they wanted me to. So I guess In some ways I was nothing, maybe because I didn’t really exist. At least not the real me. Not the me that you saw. You gave me hope in high school Liz. Hope that not everyone in the world was as arrogant and self centred as those people that were my supposed friends.

I saw you and I knew you would be something great. You would do something great. Because you were you. You were special, and we were all too blind to see it. And that Liz Parker is what I have waited all these years to say.”


“Dr Evans. Your next patient is ready.”

“Ok thankyou Eva, I’m just finishing up.”


“Ok, well I’ve gotta go anyway, hitting the recording studios today. Oh shit, we didn’t sort out the car details.”

“Yeah, I guess we got carried away.”

“Ok, Tonight dinner pick me up at 7:00, here’s my address and phone number. Sorry gotta go.”

“Ok tonight, 7:00”
posted on 27-Nov-2002 10:52:28 PM by bel_83
Hey guys another new part. The dinner will be the next part. Thankd for the feedback and bumps



PREVIOUSLY

“Ok, well I’ve gotta go anyway, hitting the recording studios today. Oh shit, we didn’t sort out the car details.”

“Yeah, I guess we got carried away.”

“Ok, Tonight dinner pick me up at 7:00, here’s my address and phone number. Sorry gotta go.”

“Ok tonight, 7:00”



PART 21


“Maria. What am I going to wear. What the hell was I thinking? Sometimes I should think before I talk, maybe I should ring and cancel...”

“Or maybe you should go out and have a good time.”

“We’re only meeting to discuss insurance.”

“Yep Liz you keep telling yourself that. What happened to the upfront girl you were just telling me about? Huh? Weren’t you the one who organised this whole thing anyway?

“Well yeah but...”

“Well yeah but nothing. You can’t cancel, it’s the rule.”

“Rule?”

“Ahh. My dear sweet innocent Lizzie. You have got so much to learn and so little time. Now let me tell you a little story. If you want this date...”

“It’s not a date Maria.”

“Fine if you want this meeting...there satisfied...to go well you need to know the rules. Rule number one, let Maria handle what you are going to wear. Number two, double check the bookings, the last thing you want to do is turn up and not have a table...Lizzie are you ok?

“Shit Ria, we have a problem. I totally forgot to book. I told him we were going to have dinner and to pick me up, but I didn’t give specifics. It totally slipped my mind that I had to organise this whole thing. Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

“Who would have ever guessed that you were valedictorian? It’s ok Lizzie, we can fix this. Just calm down, breath in, and out. I’ve got some cypress oil here is you want it, it totally calms you down.”

“Maria, I don’t need your damn oils, what I need is somewhere to have dinner. What am I supposed to say, well geez sorry but I forgot that I was supposed to be organising this thing.”

“Liz, It’s going to be ok. I will find you a place, I will organise the whole thing. All you have to do my dear is write that song that you were supposed to have on our managers desk for the demo.”

“Maria, I totally forgot, I can’t write a song in two hours. Great. This is just great. What started out as a reasonable day has turned into a nightmare. This better be one hell of a date.”

“I didn’t think it was a date Lizzie, Isn’t it just a meeting?”

“Well whatever it is it better be one hell of a night.”

“Liz. It’s going to be great. You are going to have the time of your life tonight. You are going to enjoy yourself, and you are going to get that song written, and when it’s done everything will be waiting for you. Now scat.”


Liz POV

I can’t believe everything that Max said to me this morning. I never expected that, well I guess at least a part of me must have expected something, otherwise why would I have set myself up for fall? I can’t believe I asked him out, well not technically, we are supposed to be going over insurance after all. Yes that is what I had on my mind when I asked him...Insurance. I wonder what he’s thinking now. I wonder if he is as nervous as I am right now. I wonder if her is as excited as I am right now. Ok Liz stop thinking about Max. Song. Think song. I can’t believe I forgot. How am I supposed to write a song and put it to music in a couple of hours? I guess I’ve done it before, but I’m under pressure now. OK Liz all you need is some inspiration. Think, something to write a song about...

one and a half hours later...

I remember the first time
I laid my eyes on you
my world it started to spin
and I didn’t know what to do
my hand started shaking
what was it that I felt
I got this funny feeling
that just made my heart melt

my palms they got all sweaty
my knees they went all weak
my mouth it went all dry
and my words just wouldn’t speak
I knew what was happening
I’d only felt it once before
and when your eyes met mine
mine fell to the floor

you offered me your hand
I didn’t know what to do
you said it was ok
coz you liked me to
but I wondered if your heart was thumping
or if you could hear mine
I wondered if your knees were weak
and if your heart it felt that shine

my palms they got all sweaty
my knees they went all weak
my mouth it went all dry
and my words just wouldn’t speak
I knew what was happening
I’d only felt it once before
and when your eyes met mine
mine fell to the floor


I wondered where to go from here
I knew that the feeling was true
But was it too soon, was I too late
Did I miss my chance with you
I nearly lost you that night I found you
It just wasn’t our time
Maybe we could have been happy
maybe you could have been mine
we needed the chance to find ourselves
and in the process I found you
We were granted a second chance
And it’s up to us what we do.

Because
my palms they still got all sweaty
my knees they went all weak
my mouth it still went dry
and my words just wouldn’t speak
I knew what was happening
I’d only felt it once before
and when your eyes met mine
mine stared right back at yours



“Liz babe, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. That was amazing, and no two guesses who it was about. I’ve gotta say I didn’t know if you could do it, but obviously you had no problems. You better keep that boy around if he’s going to inspire music like that.”

“So you like it Maria? It’s not too I don’t know ballady?”

“Ballady? Is that even a word, what happened to your tongue, wasted all your words on the song did you? Liz trust me when I say they will love it. So what’s it called?”

“That’s where I need your creative expertise Maria, I just can’t think of a title.”

“Well we could always call it Max and Liz.”

“Ha ha Maria very funny. Seriously I’m running out of time and it needs a hading.”

“Ok, Ok. Just give me a minute. Oohh, ooh, I know. What about “Reunited”. It was I’m assuming inspired by your little reunion with one Max Evans, was it not?”

“Maria, you are brilliant. I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

“And the other reason you kept me around is because of my great communication skills. I managed to find you a table at the hottest knew restaurant in New York City.”

“Maria you are the best. How did you manage that.”

“All I had to do was ask...”

“and...?”

“And hand over $50...”

“and...”

“And accidently let it slip I was form one of the hottest new bands in the country.”

“Maria.”

“What. Well we should get to enjoy a few perks every now and then we are after all blessing them with our talent, and tonight you will be blessing them with your presence. Now Miss Parker you only have another one and a half hours before Mr Evans is going to pick you up. I got you this gorgeous red dress, shows a bit of skin but not too much looks nice and classy. And trust me when I say Max Evans will not be able to stop the drool from running down his face, when he sees you. Now go get ready to knock him dead, and I‘ll take care of this song. It‘s gonna be a hit Lizzie, trust me. You‘re going to be a hit.”




*Lyrics to Reunited written by me*

A/N: Hey guys hopefully I’ll be back tonight with the dinner. No promises though, I’m going out so I’m not sure if I’ll have time to write it, but I will try my best.