posted on 26-Nov-2001 11:59:57 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Title: I'm With The Star
Authors: Annie (anniepoo98⊕ and Liz (Jujubes06⊕
Summery: Romance between all CC's, but mostly M/L, AU. About the rise to fame, and its pitfalls
Disclaimer: We're young, we're broke, we're sorry. Don't sue. We don't own any of the pop-culture references, nor Roswell or anything affiliated.
Author's Notes: Song used is "Fingertips" by Poe, title after the Ben Lee song "I'm With The Star", find the whole story here!

Part Ten by Annie

Max definitely needed to release some stress. As the launch of the tour grew nearer, Isabel grew more impossible. Her demands were more outrageous and her complaints were more nagging. Max's life had become more of a
circus than it already was. Max managed to workout most of his frustrations on the weights. The rest was taken out on the punching bag. After an hour, Max felt more tense than before he started. Usually, a workout helped him to relax, but today was different. He couldn't stop thinking about Liz.

She had sounded really down just before the meeting the other day. Her eyes didn't even sparkle the way they usually did. "Oh great," Max thought to himself. "Are you trying to get yourself worked up again." Max dropped his head, and noticed how sweaty he was. "I better take a shower," he thought as he walked over to the locker rooms. Reaching down, Max pulled at his T-shirt, peeling it off just before he opened the locker room door.

Just then, he heard his name being called out. Max turned around and noticed a petite blond walking towards him. "Hi," Max said, unsure of who it was.

When Maria saw Max walking to the locker room, she waved at him. Then he pulled off his shirt. "Damn," Maria thought. "Liz has some good taste. That boy is in shape." Yet Max seemed deep in thought. So, Maria called out to him. Now Max looked utterly confused. Maria walked up to him, then remembered that he hadn't seen the new her. "It's Maria."

Max's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Oh my God, Maria. I didn't recognize you."

Maria just laughed. "I sorta picked that up. So you like the new look," she asked, spinning around once.

"Yeah," Max said nodding. "It is not bad at all. So, what did Liz think when you showed her?"

"Liz liked it," Maria said, raising on eyebrow.

Max nodded a bit. "So how is Liz?"

Maria's ears perked up. "She is doing okay. Why do you ask?"

Max just looked at Maria. "She told me about dropping out of school. She seemed really down about it, not that I can blame her. I was just wondering how she was feeling."

Maria dropped her eyes a little. "Yeah, school. It seems it is going to be one of those things that Liz won't talk to me about. She thinks that I might worry too much or something. I feel really bad about it."

"Why," Max asked, a bit confused on why Maria would blame herself.

"The promise," Maria sighed.

"Oh, the promise," Max nodded in agreement.

Maria's head shot up. "You know about that?"

"Liz mentioned it before the meeting. She didn't tell me all the details, but I know that it was to help you. It's not your fault she dropped out. She really wants this for you."

Maria looked at Max in appreciation. "Thanks Max. But do you think you could help her. I know things are going to overwhelm her."

"I know the feeling," Max agreed. "Dealing with Isabel and her career has left me with more than my fair share of worries. Sometime I wish I could just get away from it all."

Maria gave a slight laugh. "Maybe you and Liz should get together and talk. I mean, you can help her with her issues and she can help you. And at least know that she is talking to someone."

Max's face brightened some. "You think so?"

"I know so," Maria told him. "She would love it. Help from another manager. She would be ecstatic. I bet that she will be so swamped in paperwork soon that she won't know where to start."

"Well, I'll think about giving her a call," Max said with an ever widening smile. It was at that point that Max realized how he looked. "Dammit. I better get in that shower before I stink up the place."

Maria crinkled her nose like she smelled something rotten. "Yeah. I think so too."

Max laughed a little. "Thanks Maria."

"No problem," she said walking toward the gym.

Max waved bye. Maria noticed that he was a little preoccupied by his thoughts. "Thoughts of Liz," she whispered to herself as she left the gym.

"Oh yeah, Maria is so going to keep up her end of promise. Go me. Matchmaker Maria is on the case."

Part Eleven by Liz

"I just can’t believe it," she sighed. "This is happening to me. This is my party, in none other than Kyle Valenti’s mansion! Look," Maria pointed. "They have a valet! A valet Liz, this is ritzy. This is for me."

If Liz hadn’t been driving at that moment, she would have reached over and given Maria a hug. Of course it was for her. Over the last few months she’d struggled and worked so hard. Before, when she was trying to make ends meet as a no-name artist, sure money had been tight…But having a tight schedule was almost just as bad. There had been so much sweat and blood, excuse the metaphor, put into that album. Maria deserved nothing more than a fancy party to be adored and showered with praise.

She pulled her silver Honda up to the curb, and let the valet open the door for her. Liz stepped out awkwardly, afraid of breaking her ankle in the ridiculous shoes she was wearing. They were pink, opened toed sandals to match her bright pink dress that she’d chosen with Maria the day before. She glanced over at her friend, who looked stunning, but rather nervous in her gold glittery tube top and black knee-length skirt. He heels weren’t quite as high, but she knew that they’d probably end up supporting each other all night long. Liz threw her an assuring grin and thanked the valet, handing him her keys.

They tentatively took a step up the stairs, arms linked. It felt like they were twelve year olds, going to some grown-up party, like they didn’t belong. "I can’t go in," Maria sighed, stalling right before the open door. "What if they hate me, what if it’s the wrong address? Maybe we should just go home right now and forget abo—"

"Maria," Liz stopped her. Maria’s eyes were pleading, like a child’s. "Good luck, you’re perfect," Liz said as she pushed forward her friend into the massive house. Maria stumbled forward, almost losing her balance, but a strong arm caught her before she could hit the ground, or anything else for that matter.

"Thanks," she blushed, adjusting her shoe. Damn Liz for making her wear this get-up. Speaking of, where did she disappear to? Maria turned, scanning the area for Liz, but she was no where to be seen. How the hell did she scurry away so fast in those shoes? Maria brought her gaze to the man standing in front of her, who had stopped her from that embarrassing incident. "You," she said coldly, eyes narrowing.

Michael rolled his eyes, shoving some sort of cracker-thing in his mouth. "Whatever," he muttered through chewing.

Maria wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Ew," she commented, then looked him over. "You know, I must say, Guerin, you do look half decent when you’re dressed up." Okay, so he wasn’t completely dressed up. He had a button up shirt, and a jacket, but he was missing something…

"I don’t do ties," he grunted, and grabbed another cracker from a waiter carrying a tray. "Only reason I came is the food," he mumbled. "The food is good."

"Riiight, anyway, I have things to do, so yeah." With that she left, rolling her eyes and heaving a deep shy. No matter what happened, that guy just really bothered her.

"Maria!" Kyle called, hugging her. "There’s some people I’d like you to meet, come this way…" He said, taking her hand and escorting her towards the stairwell.

"Why do I even have to be here?" Isabel pouted. "It’s not as if we’re friends, or anything. We just happen to be two singers in the same age bracket, who happen to be on the same label and touring together. Doesn’t mean I have to like her, and spend time with her. We’re not going to bond over Haagan Daiz and pillow fights, Max."

"Thats not what I’m expecting, Isabel," he growled. "You are to be here because all of Valenti Record’s clients are to be present unless previously engaged. Besides, it’s good press, and good press will help us sell more albums and tickets to the concerts."

"I was previously engaged. I told you, bikini wax. Rohini is particular, she does not like to be canceled on. Especially for some nobody’s party!"

Max just shook his head and longed for the days that Isabel didn’t walk around like she was some mighty goddess, vapid and superficial all the way. Like when they’d been in elementary school…He’d never understood his sister and her obsession with popularity. It was just juvenile, and silly in his opinion. But still, she’d always strived to look her best and win over people to worship her. Even before superstardom. But there was a girl down there, a lonely and sweet-natured soul. Over the last few years he’d seen flickers of it, the shadow of the self that she once was. It had to be a lonely place at the top, people only talking to you because you were attractive or famous…But it’s not as if she let it all out for Max or anyone else to know. Instead she was icy cold.

"Just have another drink, Iz. It’ll all be over soon," he said, shoving his champagne glass into her hand. She shrugged, and took a small sip.

Max scanned the crowd. It was a good turnout, a lot of Kyle’s clients were in attendance, and Maria was being chatted up by quite a few of them. They all wanted to meet the next biggest artist on the scene. The one this whole shindig was for. And then his searching stopped. Liz. It was as if his eyes had a homing beacon for her. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the tight, flowing dress she was wearing, her hair all done up. Not that she looked worse when she didn’t look like that. But it was nice to see her in something other than work clothes. Work clothes were practical, but just not as fun.

He watched as she placed her glass of champagne down on a counter top, and disappeared into another room. He didn’t know why, and he knew that he shouldn’t but he found himself following her in the room. Him and Liz weren’t especially close, they’d talked at meetings, and that day in the coffee shop. And he’d of course, made up silly reasons to call her out of the blue when he needed to hear her beautiful voice. Everything about her was just perfect. He slipped into the room behind her. It was basically empty excepts for a large cherrywood desk, and a few chairs and books shelves.

"Liz," Max said softly.

She jumped, whirling around, eyes wide. "Oh my god, Max!" Liz cried. "Everytime I see you, you scare me," she laughed.

"Sorry he said," a huge grin breaking out on his face. "Didn’t mean to."

"No, no, it’s fine. I just…needed a breather. It’s really overwhelming out there. Everyone wants to know why I’m here and who I am. Sometimes I’d just like to fade into the background, and have no one notice me at all."

Max grinned, he knew the feeling. "Thats not possible," he said, and Liz raised her eyebrows. "You’re just too outstanding not to see."

Liz felt her heart melt, her face softening into a large grin, and her cheeks grew faintly red. Her heart let out a pitter-patter, her pulse quickening. He had such an effect on her. She hoped that he didn’t see her go all red and flustered.

Max couldn’t even believe he’d just said that to her. He was never so forth-right when he liked a woman, he would always just be so subtle that she’d never even notice. Now, that tactic didn’t really work, but then again, he didn’t fall for many women. In fact, there’d only been one before. And it hadn’t been love.

Soft music filtered into the study, and then the familiar sound of Maria’s voice. It seemed as though someone had persuaded her to perform a little for the guests. Not that it really took all that much to convince her. Liz stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. She was relieved when he took initiative, stepping forward. "Dance with me?"

Your fingertips...your fingertips
Sometimes I feel it burning
That deep and primal yearning
I feel it burn, burn, burning
I try live without it
But then I think about
Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips

Liz nodded wordlessly, slipping into his arms. He smelt so delicious, and felt so good. It was if they’d been made to be like that forever. She could feel his hand burning through the dress at her waist. The fabric was too thin, next time she’d have to wear wool to avoid something like this. She let out a soft sigh, and laid her head against his shoulder. It was nice that he was taller than her, comfortable.

Anyone will do, anyone will do
Could be you
It's in the way they move and
They catch that simple groove and
They tell a story all their own about the human heart alone
I try to get a grip but I find I always slip on fingertips
Those fingertips, those fingertips

Slowly, and unsurely Max stroked her hair, indulging himself in the touch of the silken tendrils. He heard her sigh, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one who was enjoying this. But was it even possible that she liked him like that? Maybe she just was comforted by being in the arms of a friend. Maybe for her, it was like a hug from Maria. But for him…it was heaven and Liz was his beautiful angel.

Anyone will do, anyone will do
Could be you
It's in the way they move and
They catch that simple groove and
They tell a story all their own about the human heart alone
I try to get a grip but I find I always slip on fingertips
Those fingertips, those fingertips

"Max…" Liz said, lifting her head to gaze into his extraordinary eyes. He nodded his head slightly, eyes locked with hers. And he felt himself moving towards her, pulling her body closer to his. And she was allowing him, hell, she was doing it to.

Sometimes I get so lonely
The time it passes slowly, so, so, so slowly
I know I'm just a fool
'Cause they're writing all the rules
Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips

Anyone will do, anyone will do
Could be you
It's in the way they move and
They catch that simple groove and
They tell a story all their own about the human heart alone
I try to get a grip but I find I always slip on fingertips
Those fingertips, those fingertips

Liz felt so a peace, so happy. It was going to happen, she was going to kiss Max Evans. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she could hear him breathing deeply in anticipation. She was doing it too, her heart beat was so accelerated. He was so close to her lips, she could almost taste him, the warm puffs of air coming from his lips. The smell of the mint.

Whoever, whoever you are
I got my light on
Whenever, whenever you can
I'll be there
I swear
I swear...

Let it be me
Let me be your love

"Max!" Came an obnoxious voice, bursting into the room. Liz’s eyes flung open, and she felt herself jump away from his grasp. She started to fall backwards, but he caught her, pulling her to his chest.

"Ow," she muttered, feeling the pain surge through her ankle. Damn shoes. Both Liz and Max looked over to see a very angry Isabel.

"Max." Isabel stated again. Max realized he was still holding onto Liz, and they tore apart as quickly as possible.

Isabel ran a hand through her long blond hair, then continued. "They want us to do a duet! A duet! Me, with her!" She gazed at Liz. "No offense."

Liz just nodded, then limped over to one of the leather chairs in pain.

"Isabel, this is a party, we will talk about this later."

"I want to go," she cried. "I didn’t want to come to this, and I want to go."

"We just got here," he argued. "It’s important."

"Come on, Iz," came a voice behind Isabel. She turned, and suddenly had a hundred watt smile across her lips.

"Well…." She muttered. "Maybe for a little." Alex grinned happily, looping his arm through hers, winking at Max and Liz as he led her out of the room.

Max sighed, and turned his attention to Liz. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "My ankle, I just turned it. I’ll be okay, though. I just need ice."

Max winked, "I’ll be right back."



What'd you guys think? I've been dying to post this since the day the boards went down, so Annie and I are very anxious for feedback! The next parts will be up soon.

On a side note, the next part of And So We Meet Again will be out soon, as well. I've been slacking, so sorry!

posted on 31-Dec-2001 4:34:31 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Wow...I'd almost forgotten about this story! Lol...anyway, the reason it hasn't been updated is because the girl I am writing it with (Anniepoo98) has been very busy, and we haven't had time to talk about it and all. Don't worry, I have a part for her sitting in my email, so I guess I should probably post it, huh? *L*

Anyway, I'll post all the parts on the repost board soon, I promise!