posted on 27-Nov-2001 12:02:58 AM 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!


[ edited 2 time(s), last at 29-Nov-2001 2:14:53 AM ]
posted on 27-Nov-2001 11:53:33 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Twelve by Annie

Max returned with some ice wrapped in a towel not more than three minutes later. Before Liz could say a word, Max knelt on the ground next to her and gently pressed the cold cloth to her ankle. Liz smiled at him. Even with
his hand barely touching her skin, she felt shivers running up her spine.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Max looked into her eyes. All he wanted to do was stay lost in them forever. "Its no big deal, but I think that you should take it easy on this ankle for a bit."

Liz gave a little laugh. "I guess no more dangerously high heeled shoes for me. Just when I was getting use to being taller."

Max got up off the floor and offered Liz his hand. Liz stood up in front of him, her body practically becoming flush to his. "I think you're the perfect height," he whispered.

Liz began to grin inwardly. "What was that," she taunted. She had heard what he said, but she wanted to see if he would say it again.

Max took a step back, thinking that he could have kicked himself right there. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. He could never imagine saying these things to anyone else. It was like she was made for him. And right now he wanted nothing more than to let her know it. "I was just saying that I think you are the perfect height."

"Really," Liz asked as she took a step forward. A jolt of pain shot up through her leg. Liz let out a little gasp.

Max reached out to steady her. "Are you okay? Does your ankle hurt really bad?"

Liz let out a sigh. Just when she and Max were getting close, her clumsiness would have to kick in and ruin it. "I should probably stay off it, which means I'd need get home."

Liz tried to step away from him, but Max kept a firm hold on her arm. "I don't think that you should drive. You might hurt your ankle worse," he said, his voice full of concern.

Liz blushed at the idea of what she was going to suggest next. "Would you take me home?"

Max felt his breath catch. "Yes," he said in a low husky tone.

Liz gave her keys to Maria so she could get home, and Max ushered her to his car. Within minutes they were driving down a street, heading towards Liz and Maria's apartment. The wind whipped through her hair, and it took all of Max's control not to watch them dance through the soft tendrils. "Turn right here," she said.

Max broke out of his thoughts, just in time to make the turn. The car jerked a little because the turn was sharp and caused Liz to slide closer to Max. "Sorry," he said softly.

Liz giggled a little. "That's okay. What were you thinking so intently on?"

Max stiffened a little in his seat. "Nothing much… the weather."

Liz laughed louder. "The weather? This is California. There is not much to think about. It can either be hot, hotter, or smoldering." The second that word left her mouth, Liz wished she had thought of a better word. Smoldering was to close to how she was feeling after any contact with Max. "Mental note to self, buy thesaurus tomorrow," she thought.

"I was thinking more along the lines of how cool it is out tonight," he told her quietly, with a grin growing on his face. "There is a nice little breeze."

Liz nodded in agreement. The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence, apart from Liz giving directions. Slowly, Max pulled up in front of her apartment building. "Well, this looks like my stop," she said trying to be funny, but she didn't want to get out of his car. She wished she could drive around all night with him.

Max turned to face her. She looked amazing with the moonlight highlighting her features. Max shoved his fear aside and reached out, touching her face lightly. "Goodnight Liz," he said, his voice becoming husky again.

Liz was having a battle with herself as well, and tonight her nerve won out. "Would you like to come up?"

Max eyes widen with a little bit of shock. "To help me walk," she added quickly.

Max relaxed a bit, his face lighting up with amusement. "Sure." Max got out of the car, walked around, and helped Liz out of the other side. The two of them walked into her building with Max arm around Liz's waist for support. Liz leaned into him as much as possible, trying not to be too noticeable.

They made it to Liz's door without any trouble. Liz took her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. Max helped her over to the nearest couch. "Do you need anything while I am here," he asked as she sat down.

"Would you like a drink or something," Liz said quickly, not wanting Max to leave yet. "I could get you water or a soda or coffee."

Max laughed. "You couldn't even walk up to your apartment, but you are going to try to play hostess. I don't think so. You stay right where you are."

"Okay," Liz relented. Max found the kitchen and made them both a cup of coffee. A few minutes later, he returned to the living room, carrying the cups. He then took a seat next to her on the couch, placing the coffee on a nearby table. "Thanks Max," she said quietly. "You really didn't have to do this."

"I'm use to it. Isabel has me running all over the place most of the time. This is actually a nice change of pace."

Liz tilted her head to one side. "Is she always like a….,"

"Spoiled princess," he cut her off gently. "Lately yes. I think that the entertainment business has gotten to her over the years. She used to be just the opposite. But I see hope."

Liz raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Max took a sip of his coffee. "I think that she has taken a liking to Alex. He survived being late to a rehearsal with her, which is always a good sign."

Liz let out a laugh. "I guess that would be. So have you always wanted to be her manager?"

"I guess so," Max told her, thinking carefully. "She was always my talented little sister and I wanted to help her. Kind of like you and Maria."

Liz looked into her cup of coffee. "I guess we are in the same boat."

Max leaned in towards her. He lightly traced her jaw lifting her chin up with his thumb. "Its not a bad place to be."

Liz took a sharp breath. She could see Max's face getting closer and closer to hers, as his amber eyes gazed down to her lips. She could feel his sweet breath washing over her skin, causing her to flush. Just then there was a knock at the door. Liz let out a slight groan as she placed her cup on the table. "Who is it," she said loudly.

"Alex," a male voice said back.

Both Liz and Max got up off the couch. "Alex what's the matter," Liz asked hobbling towards the door. She opened it up to find Alex with Maria draped over his shoulder and a very irate Isabel behind them.

"Oh my god," Liz exclaimed. "What happened?"

"Maria got a little tipsy," he told her.

"She's passed out," Isabel informed them. ""I am not working with someone who gets drunk and starts singing ‘Asshole’ at the top of her lungs."

Max sent Isabel a look that could kill, and Alex sighed. "Lay off, Iz," he said his tone irritated.

"It’s not a frequent occurance," Liz snapped a bit. "Maria rarely drinks, let alone gets drunk."

"Michael," Alex admitted as he laid Maria on the couch with help from Max. "The two of them got into a little tiff. I don't know what they said to each other, but both were pretty mad when it ended. Michael walked over and began talking to a red head in a short skirt and Maria headed towards the champagne. I think that I am going to need your help getting her out of here."

"Okay," Liz agreed. "That explains some of it. But she passed out?"

"Well, I don't think that she knew how much she had," Isabel said, half-defending and half-mocking. "Of course, it was after about two off-key verses."

Liz walked to the kitchen and got a cold cloth. She made her way back to the couch and began wiping Maria's face with it. Slowly, Maria opened her eyes. "Liz," she asked, unsure of where she was.

Liz nodded. "Yeah, its me. Are you okay?"

A tear fell from Maria's eye. "He is such a jerk," she mumbled, trying to hold back the tears.

Liz wiped the tears the fell away with the cloth. Then, she turned to Max and Alex, who had been waiting quietly. "I think we need to get her into her bed."

"Okay," Max side, taking one of Maria's arms and placing it around his shoulder. Alex took the other one, and Liz led them back towards Maria's room. The placed her gently on the bed and made there way back towards the door.

"We'll just see ourselves out," Alex told Liz, giving her a little hug.

"Good luck."

Liz smiled at him. "Night Alex." She then turned her attention to Max.

"I really want to thank you for tonight."

"It was pleasure, really," he said softly, trying not to disturb Maria even further. "And I will have a talk with Michael in the morning."

Liz shook her head. "That's okay. Maria likes to fight her own fights. Plus, we really don't know what happened."

"If you're sure," he asked.

Liz took a step towards him. "I'm sure," she told him. Then, she leaned forward on her tiptoes and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank you again."

Max mouth curl in a wide smile. "Night Liz."

"Night Max." She watched him turn to leave. Her lips felt like they were humming with just the brief contact with his skin. "If I feel like this after giving him a little kiss on the cheek, I'll probably faint," she thought to herself. "Oh well, I better get changed and look in on Maria."

Part Thirteen by Liz

Two hours until the concert…

"Hey gorgeous," Alex said, pulling out a daisy from behind his back. "A little goodluck charm. Sorry its a little wilted. They didn’t have the best flowers outside. They were kind of….dying." He leaned over and placed a kiss on Maria’s cheek.

Maria laughed. "Didn’t your mother ever teach you that stealing is wrong? But thank you." She shoved it behind her ear, and struck a pose, and pouting her lips. "How do I look?"

"Sizzling, baby!" Alex declared, taking her hand and spinning her around. "You’re going to knock em dead."

She sighed. "I hope so, I’m so nervous. I’ve only ever played in little clubs and stuff. Certainly nothing this huge. What if I trip, or my pants fall down or something?"

"Maria," Alex’s face was dead calm. "They’ll love you especially if your pants fall down."

She laughed, slapping him playfully.

"Maria!" Liz called, rushing into her changing room. "They need you in makeup. Right now. Then wardrobe. We’re running lately, quickly!"

Maria’s eyes widened, and she ran off. Liz collapsed on the couch. "Oh my god. This is just…madness. Isabel’s out there saying that her hair is all wrong, and Max is out getting her favorite god-knows-what, Kyle’s flight from New York was delayed. So I’m stuck here trying to figure out what’s going on and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! And the show starts soon."

Alex smiled. "Welcome to my world. But it’s cool. Settle down, it always works out in the end. I say, if something doesn’t go wrong, then its not a real show."

Liz shot him a small grateful smile. "Thanks, really." She let out a moan. "I just hope that—" Her cell phone rang interrupting them. "One sec." She opened it up. "Hello?"

"Lizzie," Maria’s voice came from the other side. "They’re trying to go at me with some kind of weird device thing. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but it’s metal."

Liz laughed. "Calm down, they’re professionals. I’ll be right there."

"Thanks, I love you, chica."

"I know, you too." Liz closed her phone. "Sorry, Alex, duty calls. I’ll see you later."

Alex nodded. "Sure thing. I’ll go check on Isabel." He grinned.

One hour until the concert…

Alex knocked on Isabel’s dressing room warily. He held him guitar in his arms, and a water bottle in hand. "Knock, knock," he called out.

Isabel open the door slowly, peering out meticulously. "Oh," she muttered, seeing him. "Oh, turn around!" she cried. Her face was au naturel, no makeup flawing her already beautiful face. And she wore a tank top, and a pair of baggy sweats.

Alex grinned. "C’mon, Iz," he teased. "You don’t have to pull that drama queen act with me. Everyone thinks you’re a diva, but you’re not fooling me." He pushed at the door, brushing by her, and plopping himself down on the blue overstuffed love seat.

Isabel let out an angry hiss of air and muttered "Whatever," very coolly.

"You know, you look really beautiful like that." He said admiringly. "I-I mean," he stuttered. "You always look beautiful, but I mean, its nice to see you without all that goop and frilly clothing."

"What do you want, Alex?" She interrupted, leaning against the wall.

Okay Alex, he coached himself. This is where you do it. Whatever happens can’t be any worse than what’s happened before. You know that. You just have to be strong. He looked up at her. God, she was so beautiful. It was true what he said, she looked so pretty without all the fancy stuff. Just plain old Isabel was fine for him, because she’d never be plain. She was like a shining beacon of light. He gathered up his courage, mustering himself to say it and…."Water?" Failed. He had just offered her water. God.

Isabel rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively over her chest as she shook her head at the offer of water. She wasn’t buying it that that was the reason he was here.

"Actually," he said slowly. "I wanted to see what you thought of this song I wrote…" He admitted. "Uh, do you want to hear it?"

"Is it fast? I have to get ready."

Alex nodded assuringly. "Like lightening." He patted the seat beside him, and she slid down beside him casually. He adjusted his guitar, then looked up nervously at her. Then he began.

Things seemed so nice for the first few weeks
Didn’t care
She didn’t notice me
Then I said ‘did she wanna hang out?
Get something to eat’
She said ‘I’m just another guy with high hopes
A real sorry sight’
I’m also half her height.

His voice was smooth and even, harmonizing perfectly with the notes of the acoustic guitar. They were simple cords, and the words were affecting to her. Because they were about her. Maybe not directly, but she still knew. Deep down in her gut. And she felt guilty. That’s right, Isabel Evans, diva-extraordinare felt guilty. It’s not as though she didn’t have a heart, it just needed a little thawing.

I’m just another guy in the crowd
She laughs at me
I died.

I wrote her a song
Took me a real long time to get
Everything to rhyme
Read in a magazine
Girls like it best
When you’re honest with them

She said the song sucks big time
I’m a talent-less clown
She doesn’t want me around
She said the final goodbye
A punch in my eye

I died.
I died.

Alex’s last note lingered, echoing in her mind. The room was silent. She looked up at him, a hopeful expression in his eyes. "Look, I know that…Well, I just…" he stumbled with his words. "…When I ask you to do something with me after the concert, please don’t laugh at me." He smiled warmly. "Please?"

Isabel nodded. "I promise."

Alex took off his guitar, and kneeled down on one knee in front of her. "Isabel, would you like to go out tonight. Like, on a date?"

Isabel’s eyes her wet, and her face softened. She brought herself to the floor beside him, squatting down. "Alex…" she started, her voice quiet. She reached out her hand to cup his cheek, caressing it with her thumb. "Thank you," she whispered, closing the small distance between them with a kiss.


*sniff* We barely get any feedback! I hope you all like the story...Me and Annie are really enjoying it, lol...

Anyway, thanks for the people who did comment (and on the other board as well)! The new parts will be out soon, tell us if u liked these!

posted on 28-Nov-2001 1:16:31 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Thanks for your feedback, shorty *happy*

I forgot to mention, the song Annie used in her part was written by her.

The song used in my part sung by Alex is by Ben Lee and I can't remember the name of it because I'm tired. I love Ben, I have the cd and everything but right now I'm just too tired to remember. I'll fill you all in later.

posted on 28-Nov-2001 2:57:56 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Hey guys!

Loving all this feedback, thank you!

Don't worry, the M/L kiss comes soon enough. In fact, I've already written it. But we've got to have a pesky part or two before it happens. But they're good, I swear!

So anyway, if I get a chance to finish my part (annie is done hers already) then it will be posted tomorrow.

posted on 29-Nov-2001 2:12:06 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Fourteen by Annie

Fifteen minutes before the concert….

Maria paced back and forth just off stage. Her mind was racking through all the things that could go wrong. She could trip, go flat, lose her voice, get stage-fright… the list went on and on. Maria was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even hear someone walk up behind her.

"Nervous Blondie," Michael's gruff voice taunted.

Maria jumped, turned around, and slapped him in the face. "Oh my God, don't scare people like that," she exclaimed. Then, she noticed who it was. "Oh, it's just you. Nevermind."

Michael rubbed the cheek she had slapped with his hand as he began to laugh. "I guess that you are still mad at me."

Maria's eyes narrowed. "Why in the hell wouldn't I be? You managed to ruin one of the biggest nights of my life. Do you have any idea how much I wanted that party to go perfectly?"

"I didn't say or do anything that would ruin your night," Michael defended himself. "You just are way to touchy."

Maria raised her hand again. "Would you like to have a matching handprint on the other cheek?"

"Okay, tell me what I did that was so bad," Michael asked, getting more serious.

Maria placed both of her hands on her hips. "First, you asked me to dance. I thought you were going to attempt to be a gentleman. So I accepted you invite, giving you the second chance you so don't deserve. Then, you have the nerve to start commenting and checking out every other woman in the room."

Michael threw up his hands. "That just means I am a guy."

"I haven't seen Max do that," Maria retorted.

Michael had a comeback for that one. "Well, the next time I turn into Max, I'll let you know."

Maria turned away from him. "You are so aggravating. I don't know why any woman would ever bother with you," she said loudly.

"There just hasn't been anyone feisty enough to try," Michael told her, taking a couple of steps towards her. "Until now."

With those words, Maria did a complete turnabout. She opened her mouth to yell at him again, but he muffled her words by kissing her. He had immediate access into the hot recess of her mouth. She tasted even better than he thought she would.

Maria felt this kiss all the way to her toe. It managed to shoot electricity through her and relax all her muscles at the same time. The separated when they needed air. Michael was satisfied with his work. He could see Maria's chest rising and falling with each breath she took. "Have a good show, Blondie," he told her, before taking her hand, kissing it, and walking away.

Maria just stood there for a second, catching her breath. "Damnit," she yelled after him. "You would go and ruin my makeup."

Michael just waved his hand and continued walking. Someone would then have to choose that moment to tell Maria that it was time to take the stage. "I can do this," she whispered to herself as she walked out.

During the concert….

Liz stood just off the stage watching Maria performing her heart out. And it was amazing. "She deserves this," Liz thought to herself. There was a loud applause as Maria finished on of her songs "The crowd is loving it… her." Liz took a deep breath upon hearing Max's voice. She recognized it right away. Hell, she would know those rich velvety tones any day. It was better than any melody. "Max," she said.

Max smile grew when he realized she knew his voice. "Yeah," he said, walking up right beside her. "So are you enjoying the show," he teased.

Liz laughed. "Of course. But I have to ask how you handle the preliminaries. I know this is just the start, yet I already feel like I am being pulled in fifty different directions."

Max nodded his head. "That sounds about right. I promise that you will get use to it after awhile."

Liz let out a deep breath. "We'll see."

"I know that you are going to great Liz. Maria couldn't have a better manager," Max reassured her. That is when her remembered Maria's advice from that day at the gym. "If you every need any help, feel free to ask. Night or day, I am at your service."

Liz turned enough to look him in his eyes. "God he has the most beautiful eyes," she thought to herself. "I will," she said, accepting his offer. "Well I better go check on a few things," she told him, turning the rest of the way.

Don't you remember the second
Your entire life changed
The first time I saw your smile
All I knew was rearranged

Max heard Maria's voice start up again in the background. The soft, languid tones few upon his ears, and Max knew he couldn't let this chance pass him. Quickly, he reached out and grabbed Liz's arm. "I'm sure that what ever it is can a few minutes. Would you like to dance with me?"

Reaching out to
Catch an instant
Stopping time for us
Knowing what the moment meant

Liz looked back at him. "I would love to."

Max offered her a hand, which she took. He pulled her body against his. She fitted against his chest, just she had done at the party, resting her head near the crook of his neck.

Things I had been taught
Those that I had always known
Having you in my life was more
Than I was ever shown

Their movements were slow, allowing the melody of Maria's voice to dictate what they did. Liz immediately felt the tension leave her body as Max's fingers began caressing her lower back. He, too, was relishing being this close to Liz, having her fingers wrapping themselves in the hair at the base of his neck.

Reaching out to
Catch an instant
Loving the fact
You knew what the moment meant

Max tilted his head forward, working up the courage to speak. Liz could felt his breath on her ear, torturing her to no end. "Liz…."

I will never be more content
Than when your arms are around me,
The feel of your skin is ecstasy
This instant you are all I see

"I was wondering," Max continued.

"Uh-huh," Liz managed to say. Just having him this close was doing things to her that she had never imagined.

"Would you like to…" But Max never got a chance to finish what he was going to say.

"Hey Max," Alex called out. "I need your help with something, buddy."

Max slowly relinquished his hold on Liz. She had never wanted to hurt someone so badly in her life. "I'll talk to you later Liz," Max told her as he walked over to Alex.

Reaching out to
Catch an instant
Knowing that we both
Are relishing what the moment meant

Part Fifthteen by Liz

"Maria!" Liz cried, wrapping her friend up in a huge bear hug. "That was amazing! They love you!"

Maria’s eyes sparkled, a permanent grin plastered across her lips. "I know. It was just such a...rush! Oh my god, Lizzie. Oh my god." She let out a shriek of joy. "I feel like I just won the lottery or something."

"Maria," Max said, a smile across his face. Maria turned, grabbed him into a huge hug. "I did it!" She cried. "I have to find Alex, and call my mom, and just...everything!" She darted off backstage.

Liz looked over at Max and he smiled. "I think she’s excited," he said. She nodded.

"I’ve never seen her more happy. This is a dream come true," She paused. "So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Uh…Well, actually, I’ve got to go make sure Isabel’s ready, so we’ll talk later, okay?"

Liz nodded, a little dejected. "Yeah, uh, sure. Later, then."

Max shot her an apologetic glance, then walked off. Damn, Liz chided herself. She wished that he would just come out and say whatever it was he wanted to say. She knew what she was hoping for. They’d been flirting with each other for weeks. She was just about to snap if he didn’t kiss her soon. And if he wasn’t going to then, well, maybe she’d have to do it herself.

After The Concert...

Isabel snatched a towel out of a stage-hands grasp and dotted her face. She smiled at her brother charmingly. "I was good, huh?"

"As always," he agreed, hugging her. "Now come on, we’ve got everything set up. The other are back there celebrating." Max told her, leading her deeper behind the stage.

Isabel slid up beside Maria, a prowling expression on her face. "Good show tonight," she said in a sicky sweet tone. "You only went flat a few times."

Maria’s eyes flared with fire. Isabel was just completely infuriating! "Thanks," she seethed through clenched teeth. "I appreciate it."

"Now, don’t get too tipsy," Isabel motioned to the champagne glass in Maria’s hand. "The last thing the press needs to find out is that you’re a raving drunk. Those tabliods can be cruel."

Maria set her glass down on the table, taking a step towards the other girl. "Of course, I’m sure you’d be more than willing to give them that information."

Isabel shrugged, a smug grin across her lips. "I wouldn’t think of such a thing."

"For your information, I was upset that night. It’s not like I’d planned that."

Isabel rolled her eyes, giving a little snort. "Over what? Honestly, you’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? It’s just Michael, after all. And no respectable girl would go within a foot of him."

Maria’s jaw tightened, as she picked up her glass again. "Are you calling me unrespectable?"

"If the show fits…" Isabel sighed boredly, and brushed hair out of her eyes. "Now I really must go consort with other people." She turned to leave, and suddenly felt a cold, watery substance dripping down her head. She whirled around, wide-eyed, her mouth agape.

"Oops," Maria said simply, smiling. "I’m sorry, I tripped."

Isabel’s face contorted to an angry grimace as she let out a growl. "Max!" She cried, stomping over to her brother. "Tell Kyle that unless she goes, I’m quitting the tour!"

"Isabel," his tone calm, as he shook his head.

"No!" She pouted angrily. "I have had enough of her and her entourage of misfits. This is not professional!"

"And how is being a spoiled and whiny little brat considered mature behavior?" Maria snickered just loud enough so that Isabel could hear.

"Quiet," Liz snapped, stepping between the two girls. She gnawed a little on her bottom lip nervously before continuing. "If you two can’t get along, then maybe it is for the best that the tour ends, or at least you’re separated for the time being," Liz’s voice caught for a second, and she could feel the sting of tears welling up in her eyes. "We have worked so hard to get this far, given up so much. And if you two want to be petty and throw it all away, then fine!"

"Liz…" Maria said slowly, taking a step towards her friend in comfort. It’s true, Liz had done so much to help her succeed, and here she was—acting like Miss Isabel’s clone. "Honey.."

"Excuse me," Liz choked, stepping away from the impending embrace. "I have something to do." She turned and bolted out of the room, the door slamming closed with a loud thud. The room was silent as three pairs of eyes watched the door.

Max’s expression was grave. He looked over from the closed door to the girls, and then back at the door. He knew what he needed to do. Sit Liz down, get her to talk. Whatever was going on wasn’t just because of this argument, or any of the others. There was another meaning underneath, and he knew it. He followed Liz’s path, sending Maria and Isabel a disappointed gaze as he left the room.

Max knocked on the door tentatively, hoping that Liz wouldn’t send him away. "Liz?" He called softly. "Are you in there?" There was the sound of locks unhooking, and Liz peered out at him.

"Hi," he grinned gravely. "I was worried, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded, "fine." She closed the door as he walked into the room, then went to sit on the rose colored sofa. "Everything wrong is just going right."


"It’s not working!" Liz cried, sliding down to her knees on the floor in front of the couch, the tears overflowing and running down her face. She threw the schedule binder, and it hit the wall and landed on the floor with a thud. "This tour, my school…" She took a deep breath, and let out a low sob. "My life…"

"Hey," Max said softly, kneeling down beside her. "Don’t say that, we’ll work through all this."

Liz brought her hand to her temple, shaking her head. "No…No, there’s too much stress, everything is going wrong. I c-can’t keep up…" She lowered her face to her hands, masking her tear-stained face from his view. He didn’t need to see this, he didn’t need to witness her mental breakdown. It was just so embarrassing to be doing this in front of him, of all people. Liz would stop if she could, but now that she’d started it was impossible to stop.

"Shh," he soothed, placing a finger lightly across her lips. "Just relax," he eased. Max brought himself up on the couch behind her, and placed to firm hands on her shoulders. She sighed lightly, closing her eyes to his touch. With even the lightest feel of his skin against hers she was deliriously content.

He pulled her hair together, and pushed it to one side, rubbing her shoulders slowly. He kneaded and smoothed away the knots of tension and frustration expertly.

Liz felt herself feeling light, her breath growing even and moderate. He certainly was good with his hands. She could feel his warm breath against her naked neck, teasing her lightly. She longed to reach up, and grab him, to taste his lip. He continued to rub, and breath…which made her pulse race. She imaged his hands all over her, his lips on hers.

"Is that better?" He murmured softly in her ear, his breath hot, causing tingles throughout her system.

She tried to nod, but she was so afraid that if she made even the slightest movement that he would take those hands off of her body, and she didn’t think she could handle that. Not right now, not in this state. "Mmm," she groaned instead. It was defiantly in approval. And she guessed that he knew that because he ran his hands down her arms then, slowly and lightly. She bit her lip to stop herself from letting out that sigh she’d been penting up inside of her.

His breath was so warm, his hands so soft…She could barely take it anymore. And then she felt it. As if she wasn’t desiring him enough---His lips tentatively grazed her neck. She opened her eyes for a moment in surprise. Quickly she shut them again though, what he was doing just felt so nice. His lips met her neck again, lightly, less unsure. She reached her arm around, burying her fingers in his hair gently, then cocking her head back and crushing her mouth against his.

The kiss was hungry and passionate. It was what both of them had been longing to do ever since they’d set eyes on each other. His tongue slid against her bottom lip, and she responded by opening her mouth, allowing him access. Their tongues dueled together, caressing each other, finding a rhythm. It was hot and craving, they were lost in each others presence.

Max stood, bringing Liz up with him, kissing her ravenously. He moaned lowly into her mouth as her hands entered under his shirt, tracing patterns against his smooth skin. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her harder, with more need. "Liz," he groaned, as she started to unbutton his shirt, running her hands down his hard chest. Her hands were cool like ice, sending tingles throughout his body. The shirt, undone fell to the ground, unnoticed by either of the two. All they needed was to be closer to each other. To feel what they had been denying all this time.

Max ran his hand up her thigh slowly, stimulating every molecule in her being. He teased her as his hand reached up closer to her core, he rubbed in soft little ministrations. She groaned against his body, burying her head against the crook of his bare neck, feeling limp to his touch. "Oh god," she breathed. "Max…Please..."

He gathered up in his strong arms, throwing her gently down on the couch, and bringing himself on top of her. He pulled a strap of her thin tank top down, sucking and nipping, teasing her. She arched up towards him, digging her nails into his muscular back lightly. Liz was trembling underneath him. "Max," she sighed once again.

And then it seemed that he realized exactly what he was doing. He jerked up quickly, a wide-eyed expression. "God, Liz, I’m sorry." He said, clearing his throat. He couldn’t believe that he had done that. He was attracted to her, no doubt, but taking advantage of her in such a situation was wrong. But her skin had been so soft, and something happen…something took control of him making him kiss her.

Liz gnawed on her lip, sitting up beside him. "Why?" She asked slowly. Maybe he’s regretting it? She panicked.

"I’m usually so in control, but I just…You…I have feelings for you." Good, he told himself. That was safe, safe in a way which wasn’t expecting more. But in reality all he could think about was the tingling that remained from her lips on his, the way her body fit so well in his embrace. How his name sounded so angelic on her lips.

Liz nodded. "I understand."

Max returned her nod, his heart dropping. She hadn’t said anything about returning those feelings. Rejected, he stood, and leaned over to pick up his shirt, tie and jacket. He could feel her presence behind him, moving closer.

"Hey Max," she whispered in her ear, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her touch burned at his flesh as he resisted the urge to ravish her again. She turned him around. He gaped at her, she wasn’t wearing a shirt. "Lose control," she demanded, her eyes glinting with lust. She placed her hand at the back of his neck, and crushed her mouth on his once again.


We could only go so long with teasing you guys until the kiss! Hope you enjoyed it *happy* Hehe...

Tell us what you think! We're not sure if this fic will be NC-17, but yeah. Depends what you guys want. We'll see!

(Song is by Annie)

posted on 29-Nov-2001 5:29:48 PM by CanadianRoswellian
*grins* Thanks guys!

Hehe, I love it when Max loses control...he's all primal and Max, whoo! Lol...

Anyway, I am so glad you liked our parts! The next parts are no where near being written, so we'll putour asses in gear and get back here as soon as we can.

Thanks for all your wonderful comments!