|posted on 26-Oct-2002 2:01:04 AM by Applebylicious|
|Hi guys! I know you're probably thinking - WHY ARE YOU STARTING ANOTHER STORY! LOL! But this helps my writer's block, so please behr with me! I hope you like this!|
Category: Max and Liz!!!
Rating: PG13 with NC-17
Summary: Max is a soccer star at UCLA and a coach of a girls soccer team…
A/N: By the way... I don't know anything about soccer so don't get your hopes up, LOL! Also, most of the places and buildings in here are made up because I've never actually been to UCLA!!
“Good game, Evans!”
“Nice shot Max!”
Max Evans smiled and nodded his head as people congratulated him on his way towards his green army Jeep.
Wiping his brow with a towel that he had slung over his shoulder, he fumbled for his keys which were settled in the depths of his warm-up pants in the front seat of his Jeep.
Max pulled on the hem of his jersey and yanked it over his head, tossing it into the front seat with his training pants.
Max turned around to find himself staring into the blue eyes of Tess Harding. He smiled despite the fact that he felt extremely uncomfortable with the way she was devouring his behr chest with her gaze.
“Hi, Tess. How are you doing?” he asked, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
Tess smiled flirtaciously, taking a step forward. “I’m great. You did really good today,” she purred, batting her lashes.
“Thanks… I didn’t know you liked soccer, Tess,” Max said in amusement as he opened the door to his Jeep.
“Of course I like soccer!” Tess laughed, “I mean… it’s such an exciting game! When you made that last homerun… it was totally amazing!”
Max looked at her in confusion and Tess’s smile faltered. “Okay… well, glad you could make it, Tess. I guess you’re on your way to cheerleading practice?” he added, taking in her blue and gold uniform.
“Oh, yeah! Try-outs are this week so we’re having to work really hard on our routines!” Tess laughed, glad to have a change of subject.
“Well… have fun,” Max smiled and turned to jump in the driver’s seat.
“Wait! Max… could you give me a ride to the gym?” Tess asked hopefully, smiling sweetly at the handsome soccer player.
“Oh… well… actually I’m on my way to practice myself,” Max admitted, glad to have a reason to decline.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tess… in fact she was quite nice… but something about the way she acted towards him made him feel uneasy.
It was no secret that Tess liked him… wanted him… but Max didn’t date.
Between being captain of the soccer team at UCLA and studying for pre-med, Max didn’t have time to date.
And if he did, it certainly wouldn’t be with someone like Tess Harding.
“But didn’t you just have a game?” Tess asked in confusion. “You already have another practice?”
“No, I coach a nearby grade schools girls soccer team,” Max explained, checking his watch. “I’m really sorry, Tess, but I’m running late. I’ll see you later, okay?”
With that, he started the Jeep, leaving a frustrated Tess in his wake.
When Max reached Edgewood Elementary school, he parked his Jeep and made his way out to the small soccer field.
Several girls were scattered about, dressed in uniform as they practiced their moves.
When they caught sight of him, they all ran up to him, chattering and grinning widely.
“How was the game?”
“Yeah, did you win?”
Max grinned as his team continued talking excitedly and he nodded his head. “Yeah, we won!”
The girls cheered and several of them jumped up to hug Max.
Max smiled and ruffled the hair of several of his girls, then his eyes fell on a small figure standing on the side of everyone else.
“Hey, why don’t you guys start your warm-ups,” Max suggested, his eyes still on the small girl.
“We already started them because you were late,” a small blonde girl pointed out.
“Ha, ha, Cara! You heard me! Get out there and show me what you’re made of!”
The girl giggled and ran out to join the others on the field.
“Hey Abby! Come here for a second!” Max called, watching as the tiny brown-haired girl turned reluctantly to face him.
She walked up to him, her hands clasped in front of her as she stared at the ground. “Y… yes, Mr. Evans?”
Max could see the nervousness coming off the little girl and immediately wanted to put her at ease. “It’s Max,” he smiled down at her and the girl gave a small smile in return.
She was very cute, with her long brown hair and big brown eyes. When she smiled, dimples appeared in her cheeks and the corners of her eyes crinkled.
“So, Abby, how are you liking the team so far?” Max asked in a friendly tone, hoping to get the girl to open up.
She had just started the team a week ago and was a very good player – for a twelve year old – but she was also very shy.
Max didn’t recall even hearing her voice before now.
“Oh, Mr… I mean, Max…” Abby smiled shyly, “I really like the team. Everyone seems really nice. And you’re a great coach.”
Max smiled. “Well, you’re a great player, Abby. Have you ever played on a team before?”
“Well… no. But I’ve taken lessons since I was five. My dad’s a real big fan of you, you know?” she said in admiration. “He says you’re going to be the next Gordon Banks! Or Pele!”
Max chuckled, scratching his head in embarrassment. “I hardly think that’s true… but that’s really great of your dad to say.”
The two turned around as a woman came running up towards them. Max stared in fascination when she reached them.
She looked around his age – maybe a year younger – and had long silky tresses of dark brown hair that framed her angelic face.
Her eyes were a deep shade of brown that reminded Max of a doe he had once seen while camping when he was younger.
She was exquisitely beautiful.
“Liz!” Abby squealed as a bright smile crossed her face. She jumped into the older girl’s arms and squeezed her.
“I’ve missed you, Lizzie!” Abby continued, her arms looped around Liz’s neck.
The girl laughed, and the musical sound filled Max’s ears with delight. “I’ve missed you, too, Abbs!” she replied.
Abby pulled away from the girl and turned to face Max. “Max, this is my sister Liz Parker. Liz, this is my coach… Mr. Max Evans.”
Liz smiled, and Max noticed the striking resemblance of the two siblings. She reached a hand out to Max. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Max,” she teased.
Max grinned and shook her hand. “Oh, I’m just going by Max these days,” he replied, taking in her beauty as she smiled back at him.
“I just transferred here from UNM,” Liz explained, her voice flowing like honey as Max listened in awe. “All Abby’s been talking about lately is soccer and I thought I’d come watch her play. I mean, if that’s okay…” she added questioningly.
“Oh yeah!” Max breathed, then flushed as he realized that he was staring at her. “I mean… that would be fine by me.”
“You’re living here now?” Abby asked in excitement.
“Well, I’m living in the dorms over at UCLA, sweetie,” Liz laughed, ruffling Abby’s hair.
“Really? What building are you in?” Max asked, wondering if maybe this goddess was living in the same dorm as he.
“Oh… Harbourt?” Liz wrinkled her nose in thought. “I haven’t actually been over there yet. All my stuff got sent but I rushed here as soon as I got in town.”
Max grinned widely. “I live in Harbourt. If you want… I can take you over there and show you around campus after practice is over?”
Liz smiled. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I mean, I can get a cab for pretty cheap…”
“Or you can let me take you… for free,” Max said sincerely.
Liz bit her lip, then smiled. “Alright, you talked me into it.”
Just then, Cara came running up to Max, breathing hard.
“Max! Angie’s down!”
Max looked over to the field and saw a tiny figure laying on the grass, clutching her ankle.
He ran over to her, making his way into the circle of girls surrounding the injured player.
“Okay, everyone back up!” he ordered, and the girls stepped back as Max dropped to his knees.
“Angie… what happened?” he asked softly, brushing a tendril of red hair from the girl’s freckled face.
“I… I think I twisted my ankle,” she gasped, her green eyes filling with tears as she grimaced.
Max reached out and gently took her hands away from her swelling ankle as he studied it.
Max gently massaged the skin and Angie gasped then bit her lip. “Does that hurt?” he asked softly.
Angie nodded her head, a tear sliding down her face.
Max turned and found Liz and Abby standing behind him. “Liz… there’s a first aid kit in the backseat of my Jeep. Would you mind bringing it to me?”
Liz shook her head. “Of course, Max.” With that, she took off towards the parking lot and returned with a small white box.
Max thanked her then opened the kit and retrieved an ace bandage. Making sure to wrap Angie’s ankle appropriately, he closed the kit and stood.
“Here, let me help,” Liz said softly, then wrapped an arm around Angie’s waist to help the girl to her feet.
Max wrapped his arm around her shoulders and the two carried the girl to the visitor bleachers.
“I’m going to call your parents and then you’re going home to rest,” Max said as he brushed a hand through her hair.
Angie’s lips began to quiver. “Does… does this mean I can’t play anymore?” she asked in a small voice.
“Of course not. But you do need to heal, until then you’re useless to us, Ang,” Max teased and the girl smiled.
When Max got back from calling Angie’s parents, he found Liz staring at him with interest.
He walked over and sat next to her on the bleachers.
“You were really great with Angie,” Liz said in awe. “You don’t usually see that in college guys anymore.”
Max gave a shy smile. “Well, I’m not like most college guys,” he admitted, then realized how stupid that sounded. “I mean… I’m studying pediatrics. That’s probably why I love kids so much.”
Liz smiled. “That’s really sweet. You will probably make a great doctor.”
Max felt his skin flush. “Well… what are you majoring in?” he asked, scratching his head in embarrassment.
“Oh, I’m a science major. Molecular biology,” Liz replied, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
Max’s eyes lit up. “Really? I used to love science in high school. Chemistry especially.”
Liz giggled. “Well, I have no problems with chemistry!”
“No, you sure don’t,” Max murmured, then his eyes widened as Liz smiled at him. “What I mean is..”
“It’s okay,” Liz interrupted. “I know what you meant.”
They sat in shy silence as they watched the girls continue to practice. When Abby made a goal, Liz jumped up in excitement, clapping her hands together.
“Way to go, Abbs! That was a great goal!”
Max sighed in relief. Well, at least she knew it was called a goal. As Liz sat back down, she turned to Max with bright eyes.
“I love this game! It’s so exciting!” she said breathlessly.
Max felt himself getting excited from watching her excitement. Funny that he had heard the same words from Tess only an hour earlier and felt nothing.
But watching this dark-haired goddess made Max feel almost euphoric. He knew he had to get to know her better.
“You should see one our games. It’s crazy, there’s so many people!” he laughed.
“You’re a soccer player?” Liz asked curiously, then held a hand over her mouth. “Oh, I’m so stupid! Of course you are!”
Max laughed. “It’s okay. It’s kind of refreshing to meet someone who doesn’t know who I am.”
“I’m sorry… but I would love to see you play,” she added shyly.
“Well, we had a game today, so we’re off for two weeks. But our next game is against USC so it should be interesting! I would love if you would come,” he added.
Liz nodded. “I would love to.”
After practice was over, Max spoke to the girls and set up the time for their next practice.
As they all scampered off to their waiting parents, Max turned to Liz and Abby. “Well? Shall we?”
“My mom’s coming to pick me up,” Abby said, taking a step back as a smile broke out over her face. “You two go ahead!”
Liz was about to protest when Abby took off running.
“See ya, Lizzie!” she called over her shoulder.
Liz turned to Max and shrugged. “Twelve year olds.”
TBC??? Yay or nay??
[ edited 6 time(s), last at 6-Feb-2003 9:44:13 AM ]
|posted on 26-Oct-2002 3:46:49 AM by Applebylicious|
|just a selfish bump! LOL!|
|posted on 26-Oct-2002 5:28:05 PM by Applebylicious|
|Yay!! You all liked it, LOL! Okay, I have reeeealllyyy good news for my readers! I am planning on updating ALL my fics today - yes, that means Invisible, Forever Your Love, Poolside PLeasure, and Soccer Sweeties will all have brand spanking new parts sometime today! YAY!!! As for Love in a Bar, Jeremiah's next with that one so luckily I don't have to worry about it yet, lol! Now I am going to go make me some pancakes and watch Buffy and get to work, okay?|
|posted on 26-Oct-2002 7:24:56 PM by Applebylicious|
|ELENA!!! You're baaaaacccckkkk!!!!! I haven't talked to you in awhile, girl, how are you? I know what you're going to say... "Actually, I was just on my way to go update Sex in the City of Roswell and Dismissed" Right? Huh? LOL!! Oh, and hug to you too! You are my inspiration for starting fics! |
Jeremiah!! I am purposefully trying to get you addicted to my fics so that you have absolutely no time to do anything but READ THEM!! Muah, hahahahahaha!!! LOL! Get your butt on those updates, hehehehe!!!
|posted on 27-Oct-2002 6:31:41 AM by Applebylicious|
Hey everyone! Here’s the new part! By the way… I want to extend a special thank you to SciFiNut111 who gave me some pointers about this next part which I am definitely using!! Also, no offense to blondes with this part! I am a brunette, but I have a ton of blonde friends so please don’t flame me, kay? It’s all in good fun!
“Sorry we had to wait so long,” Max said as he and Liz road down the street. “As coach I kind of have to stay until all the girls leave.”
“Oh… that’s fine,” Liz smiled assuringly. “Besides, it gave me some time to see Mom and Abby.”
“So Abby never mentioned having a sister,” Max ventured, making a left turn. “Especially not one as beautiful as you,” he blurted out before thinking.
Liz blushed and tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Well, she didn’t actually know I was coming. I wanted to surprise her so I asked my parents to keep it a secret.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I think she enjoyed her surprise,” Max smiled.
“Yeah… we’ve always been pretty close – despite the age difference. She was so sad when I decided to move to New Mexico…” Liz trailed off, staring out the window.
Max nodded and the two shared a comfortable silence before Liz spoke again.
“So… who was that woman?”
Max gave her a questioning look. “Woman?”
“Yeah, the one who was sitting on the bleachers the whole practice. She seemed to be studying every move you made,” Liz replied curiously.
Max nodded in understanding. “Oh, that was Carol Shoemaker. She’s a mom of one of the girls. She kind of supervises I guess you’d say.”
“Supervises?” Liz wrinkled her nose in confusion.
“Yeah, there’s some kind of rule that there has to be a female present if I’m alone with the girls,” Max explained. “It’s actually a good thing. There are some pretty sick people out there, unfortunately.
Liz nodded in agreement. “Yeah, still it’s sad that it’s like that.”
“Well, I have nothing to be worried about. I’m not interested in girls. At least, not twelve year old ones,” he joked and Liz laughed.
As they entered UCLA’s campus. Liz sucked in her breath at the size.
“So this is the Harbourt,” Max said as he parked the Jeep in front of a tall building. “Doesn’t look like much, but it’s not too bad.”
Liz laughed. “Yeah, well you should have seen the dorms back in New Mexico. I don’t think I’ll have any problems with this!”
Max smiled, the sound of her laughter like music to his ears. “You have a great laugh,” he said before thinking.
Liz smiled shyly. “Um… thanks. You have a great smile.”
Max glanced at her and their eyes met in a silent exchange.
The sun had begun to set an hour earlier, leaving the sky tinted with faint streaks of orange as dusk approached.
Max stared deeply into Liz’s brown eyes as he unconsciously leaned forward, closing the distance between them.
Liz breathed inwardly as Max’s lips neared her own and her eyes-lids began to flutter shut in anticipation.
“Max! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
The two jerked back as they turned to face Tess Harding.
Tess looked between the two with narrowed eyes. She had obviously interrupted something. “Who are you?” she demanded, her hands on her hips as she glared at Liz.
Liz looked from the blonde’s fuming blue eyes to Max’s surprised brown ones. Was this Max’s girlfriend? Oh God… “I…”
“Tess, this is Liz Parker,” Max said, trying his best not to appear frustrated. This girl had awful timing. “Liz, this is Tess Harding. She’s a cheerleader for UCLA.”
Tess ignored Liz and turned her attention on Max. “So… what are you doing tonight, Max?” she asked, turning on her mega-watt smile.
Max glanced at Liz, who was watching them with raised eyebrows. Making a snap decision and hoping Liz wouldn’t mind, he said, “Actually, Tess, Liz and I were going to go to dinner. Right Liz?” he added, staring at her expectantly.
Liz looked from Max’s pleading gaze to Tess’s icy one. Something told her this girl was NOT Max’s girlfriend. Oh, well, in THAT case…
“Yeah, that’s right. Max was going to show me around,” Liz smiled sweetly, causing Max to smile at her in relief.
Tess narrowed her eyes at Liz. “Right. Well, give me a call Max. Maybe we can hook up later!”
With that, she turned and began walking away with a seductive sway to her hips.
Liz turned to Max and raised her eyebrows. “Alright. What was THAT about?”
Max sighed and slumped back into his seat. “That was Tess trying to get her claws into me,” he admitted dryly.
“Oh really? And you’re telling me that you want nothing to do with her ‘claws’?” Liz teased.
Max shot her a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Liz shrugged, looking at her fingernails studiously. “It just seems to me that most guys would be jumping at the chance to be with a pretty blonde cheerleader.”
Max snorted. “Well, like I already said… I’m not most guys. I like my women a little more well-rounded. Plus, I’m not into blondes.”
“Oh really? So you don’t think blondes have more fun?” she teased, noticing the faint blush that crept up his cheeks.
“Hey, I’m a brunette, I tell blonde jokes!” Max joked back.
Liz giggled and shook her head. “I know a couple of good ones myself.”
Max’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh, like, What does a blonde say when you ask her what the last two words of the national anthem are?” he asked innocently.
“Play ball,” Liz answered laughing. “Okay, how about this one. What do you call ten blondes at the bottom of a pool?”
Max grinned. “I give up.”
“An air bubble,” Liz answered impishly. “Are you sure you’ve heard these jokes, Max? That one is a classic.”
“Oh yeah? Well here’s one. Why do blondes rub their eyes when they wake up?” Max asked, his brown eyes gleaming.
Liz frowned. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Because they don’t have balls to scratch,” Max smirked and Liz slapped him on the arm.
“Okay, that is like, too gross!” she laughed. “Enough of those. So… I guess I’d better get upstairs and start unpacking,” she added uncertainly.
“Actually, I really would like it if you had dinner with me,” Max answered sincerely. “I mean… if you want to.”
Liz smiled. “Afraid Tess is going to follow you?”
Max shook his head. “No, because I want to get to know you better.”
Liz smiled shyly. “Okay. But I have to change. I can’t go anywhere looking like this,” she grimaced, gesturing to her worn jeans and T-shirt.
“On the contrary, I think you look quite breathtaking,” Max replied.
“You are so sweet, Max,” Liz laughed. “But I am still changing. So why don’t you meet me here in twenty minutes?”
“I’ll be waiting,” Max promised, taking her hand and gallantly placing a kiss on it, smiling at her.
Liz swallowed and smiled back. “Okay… well, thanks for the ride. I’ll see you in a bit!”
With that, she jumped out the car and started towards the building, turning and smiling at him softly before entering.
Max sat back and sighed.
Oh man. He had only known this girl for a few hours and he was already a goner.
Reaching into his gym bag that housed his soccer equipment, he grabbed his cell-phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, Michael…. What’s up? ….. Yeah, that’s what I was calling about… yeah, there’s been a slight change of plans for the evening…”
TBC!!! I hope this helped clear some things up!!
|posted on 27-Oct-2002 5:59:47 PM by Applebylicious|
|Hello my lovely feedbackers!!! I just wanted to stop by and THANK YOU for all the words of encouragement! I was also wondering... I want to update another one of my fics today, but the question is which one? Hmm... so many choices!! SHould it be Forever Your Love, Invisible, Poolside PLeasure, or this one? I am posting this reply on all my fics so go and bump the one you want updated and I'll decided by whichever one has the most bumps! And if nobody bumps... no new part!! Thanks guys!!|
|posted on 28-Oct-2002 6:40:07 PM by Applebylicious|
|Hey guys! Just stopping by to post the new banner Angelic made for me! Hope you guys like it as much as I do!!|
|posted on 30-Oct-2002 3:24:13 AM by Applebylicious|
|Okey dokey! LOL, how dumb did THAT sound?? Anyway, I have decided to update this fic and Invisible since they both got the most responses!! Then I will go to Poolside and Forever Your Love! Is that okay with everyone?? Expect a new part sometime either later today or tomorrow!|
|posted on 4-Nov-2002 1:39:01 AM by Applebylicious|
|Aahhh!!! I am SOOO sorry you guys!! I ahve been so wrapped up in If I Was Your Girl that my other stories have been put on the backburner! However, I have seen the error of my ways, LOL, and I promise that THIS story is next, followed by Poolside Pleasures and Forever Your Love!|
|posted on 4-Feb-2003 12:04:50 PM by Applebylicious|
|HI EVERYBODY!! I'M BAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!! Hehe hee.. I finally had my baby so things are getting a little better for me, or busier - whichever way you look at it! Anyway, my muse is back in force and I am currently working on the formidable task of updating my many fics. Look for Forever Your Love next and then this one! Yippee!!!|
|posted on 6-Feb-2003 9:41:54 AM by Applebylicious|
|OKay. Wow... it has been a long time since I've updated this, huh? Well... I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone! It took me a few days to write. but I'm not sure if I like it! Let me know what you guys think!!|
“Okay… favorite band?”
“Hmm.. that’s a tough one. It’s a cross between Dave Matthews and Third Eye Blind,” Max replied, his eyes twinkling in enjoyment.
“Ooh… I used to have the biggest crush on Stephen Jenkins,” Liz giggled. “I must have gone to every Third eye Blind concert on the West Coast!!”
Max frowned. “Okay, that makes me like them significantly less,” he teased, causing Liz to laugh again.
He couldn’t help but admire her as she sat across from him in the tiny booth. She took his breath away.
She was dressed in a simple yellow sundress with her long chocolate hair streaming down her back, but to Max she looked simply exquisite.
After deciding to go to an Italian restaurant not far from the campus, Max and Liz had spent the better part of an hour getting to know each other better.
“Okay, my turn,” Max said, propping his cheek on his hand. “Favorite actor?”
“Um… that would have to be Mel Gibson,” Liz sighed dramatically. “He is just so classic! I mean, he’s still married to his first wife, that has to mean something, right?”
“Sure… everyone likes ol’ Mel,” Max rolled his eyes. “What’s he got that I don’t?”
“You mean, besides 40 bazillion dollars?” Liz teased, her musical laugh filling the room.
“So that’s what you look for in a guy?” Max asked carefully. Now he was getting somewhere.
“Is that another question?” Liz joked. “I believe it’s my turn.”
Max took a bite of his chicken parmesan, smiling ruefully. “Right. Okay, shoot.”
Liz took a deep breath, then blurted out, “What do you look for in a girl?”
A slow grin spread across Max’s face as he noticed the faint blush on Liz’s cheeks. “Hey, that’s not fair!”
Liz shrugged, smiling. “Hey, inquiring minds want to know!”
“Alright. Well, to be perfectly honest, I haven’t dated enough to figure that out yet. But if I had to guess…” he trailed off, leaving Liz on the edge of her seat.
“Yeah?” Liz said breathlessly.
“I would have to say… someone intelligent. And beautiful… someone with an honest, kind heart. Oh, and I tend to like brunettes,” Max said, his eyes searching Liz’s.
“Wow. Brains, beauty, and kindness? You aren’t expecting much, huh?” Liz teased, her face flushing slightly.
“Yeah, I guess I DO know what I want after all,” Max replied seriously.
The two stared at each other for a minute before Liz cleared her throat and looked away.
“It’s your turn,” she said shyly, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear.
“Right. Well, I figure it’s only fair to ask you… what do you look for in a guy?”
Liz laughed and shook her head. “Well, we’ve already established my crush on Steve…”
“So you like musicians?” Max asked, hoping his disappointment wasn’t too obvious.
“Oh, no!” Liz answered. “I actually dated one a few months back. Needless to say, it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I felt more like a groupie than his girlfriend!”
Max felt his fist clench at the thought of her being with another guy.
“But what I meant, was that I like tall, dark, handsome guys. Stephen had all that, plus a great voice,” Liz continued. “But that’s my type, I guess.”
Max straightened. “So… tall, dark, and handsome, huh? I wonder where you’d find someone like that?” he tapped his chin in fake pondering.
Liz laughed. “You never know! So… why haven’t you dated a lot, Max? It seems like you’re very popular with the girls… or at least with Tess!”
Max shivered. “Don’t remind me! I guess, between soccer and school, I just haven’t had the time. Or met the right girl,” he added as an afterthought. “But hey… you never know…”
Max turned off the Jeep’s engine when they reached the Harbourt building. He turned to Liz.
“So… I had a lot of fun tonight, Max. Thanks for showing me around and for dinner,” Liz said shyly.
“I had a great time, too, Liz. Thank you,” he replied seriously. “In fact, I was wondering…”
Liz leaned forward in anticipation. “Yes, Max?”
Max fumbled with his keys, not able to look her in the eye. “Well… I was wondering if… maybe… maybe you’d want to…”
He swallowed nervously. Come on, get it together Evans! he chided himself.
“Maybe you’d want to go out again sometime?” he asked, finally looking up and meeting Liz’s gaze.
Liz stared at him and Max felt himself getting more anxious.
“I mean, we could go as friends. I didn’t mean it had to be a date or-“
He nervous jabber was cut off when Liz leaned forward and gently touched her lips to his.
Max’s hands automatically buried themselves in her glorious hair as he urged her closer.
Just as he was getting ready to deepen the kiss, Liz pulled away, a flush on her face.
“Goodnight, Max,” she smiled, then hopped out of the Jeep and headed into the building, looking back at him once before disappearing.
Max sat in shock for a minute, his fingers touching his lips, where Liz had been seconds ago.
A smile broke over his features and he leaned back in his seat happily.
“So where have you been all night?” Michael Guerin asked as Max walked in, a dazed look on his face.
When he received no answer, Michael looked up from the hockey game and stared at his best friend.
“Max? Earth to Max! Man… are you humming?”
Max continued to hum Frank Sinatra’s Stranger’s in the Night, oblivious to Michael’s bewildered gaze.
“Strangers in the night, exchanging glances
Wondering in the night, what were the chances
We’d be sharing love before the night was through
Something in your eyes was so inviting
Something in your smile was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you…”
Michael watched as Max tossed his baseball cap onto the hat rack and began to dance with it as if it were a woman
“Max! What the hell has gotten into you?” Michael bellowed, as Max dipped the rack and performed some difficult dance moves.
Max straightened and turned towards his best friend of ten years. “I think I’m love…”
“He was actually dancing with a coat rack???” Maria DeLuca asked incredulously.
“Yes! I swear, I thought he was going to give it a kiss or something!” Michael fumed.
Maria snorted and then burst out laughing as she nibbled on her carrot sticks. “Aw… I think that’s kind of sexy! Very Mel Gibson.”
Max smiled dreamily. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah! Haven’t you ever seen What Women Want? That part where he dances… DREAMY!”
“Well, you won’t ever catch me doing something assanine like that,” Michael declared, taking a huge bite of his cheeseburger.
“No, no one would expect you to, Mikey,” Maria replied dryly. “In fact I think we’d die of shock if you ever actually got off the couch!”
“Hey… I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” Michael frowned, defending himself to his girlfriend and friends.
“I don’t think lunch counts, Michael,” Isabel Evans replied, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “You had to be up for class an hour ago.”
“She’s right, man,” Alex Whitman chimed in. “Otherwise we all know you’d still be in bed or watching TV.”
“Shut yer trap, Whitman,” Michael groused, realizing everyone was right. “I thought we were making fun of ol Maxwell, anyway!”
“I was never making fun of him!” Maria cried. “I thought it was romantic!”
“Me too! In fact, I want to hear more about this mystery girl,” Isabel grinned, poking her brother in the ribs.
At the thought of Liz, Max simply sighed and smiled happily.
“Dude, he looks whipped,” Alex laughed, then received death looks from Isabel and Maria. “Which is a good thing! I mean…”
Everyone looked up as Tess Harding sauntered up to the table, her curly blonde hair bouncing vigorously.
“Ugh! Can’t we ever get some privacy?” Maria rolled her eyes.
“I think the quad is public property, Maria,” Alex joked.
“God, she is soo obvious!” Isabel wrinkled her nose in disdain as she looked at Tess’s outfit – a too-tight sundress. “She totally brings down the name of the team!”
“Well, I can’t believe they are letting her be on the judging committee this year!” Maria cried. “I was planning on voting against her!”
“Guys, hush. She’s headed this way,” Max said uncomfortably. He may not like Tess much, but he still felt bad hearing his friends diss her.
“Hi, Max!” Tess smiled brightly as she sat down next to him, ignoring the gagging looks on Isabel and Maria’s face.
“Hi, Tess,” Max smiled thinly. Then he stood up and grabbed his books. “Well, I have class in ten minutes so I’ll catch up with you guys later?”
With that he walked off, leaving a disappointed Tess in his wake.