posted on 10-Dec-2002 10:06:03 PM by Venus_star2.com
Disclaimer- I don't own the roswell characters...

note- this is for all my readers who haven't got any parts for the past nine months. this is the novella story I was working on. based in LA with the main charcter Brooklyn

but I changed it to roswell and the main charcter is Liz
this story is already FINISHED wow!!! knowing me I never get anything done. A total of six chapters which I will post over the next few days.....

and also a huge letter is going to be posted at all my stories very soon.. important... keep an eye out


TWO SIDED MIRROR
Chapter 1
Two slices of grilled tomato topped with melted cottage cheese. A spoonful of jasmine rice partnered with fried vegetables. The gourmet meal was fit for any peacock but not for Liz Ava Parker.

That night her older sisters were there for the monthly dinner meeting, hence the bird food. Liz’s oldest sister, Jeannie was a vegetarian lesbian and had been ever since she turned eighteen. Meanwhile, ‘Ice-queen’ Imogen was a fashion designer for the French Connection.

They had demanded that the night’s menu consist of mostly lettuce-based dishes. Both were extremely conscious about their figure. Both were jewels in their parents’ lives. Both were abhorred by Liz.

Liz tucked a long dark brown strand of hair behind her ear and looked at the two items she held in her hands under the dinner table. In her left hand was her assignment on William Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ - full marks. Heading for a good mark in English, she thought correctly. In her right hand was a green card. Liz hadn’t meant to miss all her lessons today, but her bus was the school bus ‘M’ and not the school bus ‘R’ which she’d caught accidentally, with the result that Liz ended up at the beach and had to find her way back.

Liz had managed to arrive at school eventually - straight into the clutches of Principal Jack. Ms Roslyn Jack was West Roswell High’s answer to Adolph Hitler and was only too happy to issue Liz the green attendance card which she was now handling gingerly under the table, turning it over and over as if it was some sort of rare foreign candy she was wondering whether to eat or not.

Her parents would be furious, like they always were with her. But that was if they found out. So Liz just smiled and nibbled on the under-cooked rice while formulating a plan to surprise them with her outstanding assignment and then quickly flash the green card.

Imogen Parker was applying a second coating of mascara to her long eyelashes using the fine silverware as a mirror. Her older brother Xander was not at home as usual. He was never at home. In fact, it was debateable that this was his home. His parents had publicly declared that Xander wasn’t a part of the Parker family ever since he’d had trouble with the law.

In between dinner and the mindless conversation about the latest fashion trends, Liz adjusted her black sweater and placed her items on the table. Her mother Nancy, a chef at the famous yuppie-magnet Toni’s Café, noticed the green card first, even though most of it was hidden underneath the assignment.

“What is this, Liz?” her mother cried, snatching it up and waving it in her daughter’s face. “You should be ashamed of yourself! Why can’t you be more like your sisters?” It was interesting how her mother could easily forget to compare her to Xander.

“So you’d rather me be a cold hearted wench or a vegetarian lesbian, and not a grade ‘A’ student who missed the bus, and then took the wrong one?” Liz’s voice died down as she saw the usual disbelief on her parents’ faces at her insolence.

Jeannie, being an avid supporter of Greenpeace, jerked her arm onto the table with indignation, making the rainbow bracelets on her wrist rattle around like chains possessed by the devil. She began an environmentalist spiel - “You know, buses let off thousands of tons of carbon monoxide into the…” - but was interrupted by the crash of a priceless mahogany sideboard smashing to splinters in the entrance hall.


The front door slammed shut, causing her mother to shake and bite her fat lower lip. If you pictured a clean-cut rich boy named Xander you thought wrong. Xander was a tall muscular giant. Six foot three with a bad attitude, Xander slouched along the tiled passageway and ambled through the kitchen like a virus, infecting everything in his path.

Xander had black, spiked hair. His tongue, lip and left eyebrow were pierced; the dull silver oozed with rebellion. Liz also knew he’d had his nipple pierced last summer. Xander didn’t belong in the mansion as much as his scruffy backpack didn’t belong in the spotless kitchen sink where he had flung it.

With a bang, the door from the kitchen to the palatial dining room exploded open. With his ashtray of a shirt half undone and his weird tattoos screaming, Xander pretended that no-one was around. He burped, scratched his arse and lit a cigarette in front of his parents’ contemptuous eyes. It was like the Adams Family meeting the Partridge Family. His parents were held to their richly upholstered chairs by the chains of their stiff-upper-lip mentality; this was the only thing preventing them from leaping over the table and strangling the smug nineteen-year-old.

“Hi Xan!” Liz happily greeted her almost normal brother. Xander just grunted and slugged back into the kitchen, where he went over to the fridge. Liz wished her brother would come back into the dining room, because the effect he had on their parents was superlatively amusing.

Mr and Mrs Parker had their mouths open, lips quivering, eyes burning at Xander. Jeannie broke their shocked silence and started to chat with her lover Judy, a Taurus vegan. The unnatural sounds of her voice tingled in Liz’s ears. Imogen drummed her long ivory nails on the expensive glass table. They needed a distraction. Their parents had become zombies.

It always happened when Xander entered the room. His permanent dazed expression always led everyone to believe he was drunk, and he probably was drunk. Liz could read Xander like a book. She was usually left home alone with him at the family estate in Pasadena Hills, New Mexico. This probably had a detrimental effect on her mental state.

Liz did not have to wait long. Moments later Xander sauntered back into the dining room, adjusting his pants to make sure everyone saw his black Marvin the Martian boxer shorts, which were peaking through his baggy black jeans. His tattered grey shirt with an aroma of ash helped create Xander’s drugged look. He was now staring with his intense blue eyes at Imogen who didn’t notice. Or pretended not to notice. Staring was his way of making fun of her.

“Where have you been, Alexander?” barked Mr Parker, a not-so-humble businessman, brandishing a smooth, manicured finger at his son. Xander’s real name was Alexander but he demanded, more by his looks than his voice, that everyone call him Xander for short.

One time, when Liz was ten, a kid across the block had called him Alexander. That kid was still learning how to walk again after what Xander did to him, but Mr Parker, continually telling himself that he mustn’t be afraid of his son, ignored Xander’s wishes as always. It was at his peril – Xander’s glance would have killed most small mammals.

Geoff Parker, Liz’s father, looked like a cross between Robin Williams and a rather ancient Scottish shepherd. However, Geoff despised sheep and funny people. Liz thought it would be better not to watch Billy Madison tonight since her father was staying home.


Xander was in the kitchen again, smoking and eating leftover cheese when the telephone rang. Of course, everyone but Xander and Liz chose to ignore the high shrill of the black cordless vibrating on the kitchen bench.
People rarely called Liz, especially on a school night. Her only close friends were Maria, Tess, Sara-Marie and Michael. All of them but Michael seemed to be

pretending that Liz was a figment of their imagination when they were around other people, except Maria, as most of the things Maria experienced were figments of her imagination. So it was a surprise to Liz when her mother finally picked up the phone and tossed it into Liz’s lap saying that it was “that Tess girl” on the phone.

“Hey Liz,” Tess Harding chirped. Liz pictured her friend draping herself over her queen-sized bed, her wild honey-sunshine hair tied in a high ponytail and her crystal blue eyes goggling on her shrine of Hollywood heartthrobs.
“Hey, what’s up?” Liz excused herself from the table (not that anybody cared) and walked into the kitchen where Xander was dipping tomatoes in chocolate sauce and eating them in great slurps.

“There’s a party tonight at the Old Soap Factory. You wanna go and bust the grind?” Tess was the apex of daredevil evolution. She had seen the back seat of a car more times than anyone Liz knew and had climbed cliff edges while eating sushi. Liz didn’t know if she should be happy or fearful when around Tess Harding.
“I’m there but minus the bust the grind thing.” Liz’s stomach twisted in knots. She had a bad feeling about this.

“Sick,” Tess answered. “Max Evans is going to be there so wear something revealing.” The word ‘something’ was broken in two; Tess had started to giggle as if she had something evil planned for that night.

“All right. I better get ready, so pick me up at seven?” Liz shot a fleeting look at her brother, who had his tattooed arms crossed, watching her; his face was grim as he scratched his black goatee. Tess Harding agreed. Liz checked her watch and realised she only had half an hour to get ready for the party. She was about to tell this to Tess when Xander interrupted.
“I don’t trust that gal.” Xander finished slurping his overstuffed tomato crammed with little chocolate chunks.

“The Man,” he drawled, referring to himself, “says Tess is bad news. And a whore!” He stuck out his pierced tongue and slid it around his lips in a way that suggested oral sex.
“Eww!” Liz shrieked. “You’re so gross it’s not funny. Do guys think about that all the time?”
“That, and naked girls mud wrestling,” Xander grinned.
“Hello?” came a small voice from the phone, muffled by static. “What the hell’s going on?”

Xander grabbed the cordless from Liz and dropped it into its cradle on the marble bench top.
“I’m going to that party whether you like it or not!” Liz tugged at her sweater as her brown eyes glared at Xander who just shrugged, burped and scratched his left arm.

“Where’s the party?” Xander casually asked. Liz glanced sideways at the dinner table. A happy family talked about life without its two black sheep. Xander started fiddling with one of the many chains around his neck.


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“Somewhere far away from here. Possibly downtown or the west side.” Liz said as she opened the fridge door for a can of soda. There was a jingling as the glass containers in the door nudged each other.

“Liz…” At first she ignored him. “Liz…” Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Liz pretended to study the contents of the fridge. “What I’m saying is that life is a two sided mirror. It is only once that we see both sides. Remember dat.” Xander grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and flicked it open.

It hissed as the frothy foam oozed from the hole. Then he skipped oddly past the open dining room door and into the long hallway, spilling his soda on the floor and all over himself, singing la le la la la in an absurd falsetto. It was obvious that Xander was drunk again.

What happened here? Liz thought. Her drunken, arrogant, rebellious brother gave her advice?
With her soda poised at her lips Liz giggled at the thought of her brother giving advice on life. Then her thoughts wandered as they always did. What was her brother fiddling with? It was a necklace he always wore. He never took the necklace off. Liz wouldn’t be surprised if he had a shower with the necklace still on.

Life is a two-sided mirror. It is only once that we see both sides. Somehow Xander’s words stuck in her mind. It was probably just the drugs talking. Or he’s been watching Jerry Springer’s ‘final thought’ again.
Her thoughts drifted on to Xander’s necklace. That necklace, Liz thought. There was something carved on it, on the mirror’s surface. She knew this because she saw the shimmering swirl of light in her eyes each time
Xander stood facing her. But Liz couldn’t think about that any more.

She had no time to ponder about a necklace that obviously meant nothing. She had to get ready for the party at the Old Soap Factory. She shook herself out of dreamworld and climbed the grand, gleaming staircase that lead from the entrance hall to the many bedrooms above, the clacking of her footsteps mixing with the muffled chatter that filtered up from the dining room..

Liz was thinking of wearing her tight black hipster jeans with her black cross-strap high heels. All she needed to complete the outfit was her sister Imogen’s ice-blue sequined halter-top. The only problem was that the top Liz wanted was in Imogen’s room. Imogen’s room was equivalent to an Egyptian tomb. The walls in Imogen’s room were covered in tiny jagged pieces of smashed mirrors. Imogen had a phobia about looking less than perfect. Most people only needed to check themselves over once before leaving for somewhere. Imogen had to check several times in the mirror, from several angles; only then could she apply yet another layer of foundation cream and check herself again. Imogen’s mirror ritual lasted for three hours every day before she left the house.

Liz was faced with a faded white door which boasted a shimmering brass handle shaped like a snake. The snake’s fangs stood out menacingly from its small open mouth. Liz nudged the fangs forty-five degrees anticlockwise. The door moaned and drifted backwards. A hot wave of citrus incense wafted through Liz’s body. A shrine of photographs of Imogen’s face cut into tiny heart shapes greeted her. A child’s happy face was overlapped with Imogen’s grim baboon lips.

This was why Liz hated going into her sister’s room. The eggshell colour of the walls was as dull as bird droppings, but not much of it could be seen. There were no posters and no wardrobes. There were only four walls covered with mirror shards that outlined the shape of a fiery dragon, also made of mirrors, and hundred of pairs of Imogen’s cold amber eyes. Liz could see her

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sister go gaga over this padded cell. Pictures of Imogen’s body surrounded the walls entirely; it was an understatement to say that she had an obsession with herself.

It’s a wonder Imogen doesn’t have a boyfriend, Liz thought sarcastically. After gazing around Imogen’s sparkling room she spotted the ice blue halter-top folded on the thickly varnished desk in front of the huge window.

Liz tried to look out of the window but couldn’t; the criss-crossing spirals of metal bars, which Imogen had made her father install to blockade the moon’s rays, almost completely blocked the view of the streets below. Imogen feared the moon because she thought its rays would damage her soft face.

Liz snatched up the halter-top but got distracted by her reflection in the dragon design. Imogen had used many different kinds of mirrors and bits of glass bottles to decorate the walls. Green, violet, silver, pink and a kind of indigo-red were used for the dragon’s scales. Tinted shades of her own skin chilled Liz to the bone. Her eyes were warped red and green in the reflection. She could see little balloon bumps in her yellow left cheek and thousands of magnified violet lips. Her reflection almost seemed to be moving like ripples in water.

It was a rainbow reproduction of her body from a thousand different angles. Liz could easily see Imogen stare at herself in front of the dragon mirror for hours. Just to see her body reflected in a myriad of different colours would give Imogen a rush of pure ecstasy. It drove Liz mad.

Liz hurriedly closed Imogen’s door and walked into her own room three doors down to get dressed. She promised herself that nothing would happen to Imogen’s ice-blue halter-top. She knew that if something did, all hell would break loose and Imogen would end up getting an entire new wardrobe from her father.

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outside her window. Tess Harding was early as usual. Tess was beyond daring with what she had on. Her blonde curly hair bounced carelessly, framing her delicate features. Her blue eyes stood out from her creamy skin. She looked like every guy’s dream.

However, from what Liz had heard from the guys at West Roswell High, Tess was quite the opposite. The guys believed that Tess Harding’s beauty and figure was far better than Jennifer Lopez and Pamela Anderson from Baywatch. However her heart, in their opinion, was as cold and hard as stone.

Tess Harding wore a black leather cheerleader skirt with a tight magenta shirt decorated with Japanese writing at the hem.

The top three buttons were undone so Liz had to make sure she was looking directly at Tess’s face, or else she would be staring at the black lace push up bra peaking through her top. Tess worshipped black knee-high boots, especially the ones with neon blue fringes and green laces, which she was now wearing. Tess had worn black knee high boots as long as Liz could remember.

This wasn’t long, however; Tess had only been her friend for the past few months. Even so, the only time Tess had worn something besides black knee-high boots, to Liz’s recollection, was at Last year’s Winter Ball. On that occasion she had worn lurid pink knee-high boots.
“Nice outfit!” Tess crooned as she looked Liz over.
Liz smiled. “Thanks.”

She bustled over to Tess’s black Cadillac. Liz should have felt excited about attending one of the Soap Factory’s parties. They were notorious for heavy drinking, drugs and sex. But Liz wasn’t interested in griding up against someone pelvis.

She was only going because Max Evans would also be there. The thought of his amber eyes, shining gems as he gazed down at her, warmed her heart. As Tess revved the Caddie’s engine and speed around the curve of the drive in a cloud of rattling gravel, Liz could feel her hands running through Max’s dark wisps of hair, could feel the strong smell of his rainforest aftershave caressing her lungs. She was entranced by little intimate images of them dancing together.

Max Evans was proof that true love existed in this screwed up world. Liz had had a dangerous crush on the Irish hottie since middle school, and just about everybody knew except Max. He was totally clueless as to her feelings for him. As far as he knew he and Liz were just friends.

As Tess rocketed along the onramp and onto the freeway, leaving a trail of burnt rubber and cigarette butts all the way to downtown Roswell., Liz wallowed in the feeling that something big was about to happen.



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Chapter 2:
“You came here with Tess Harding?” Maria screeched but her words were as quiet as a pin dropping onto the ground as the music pulsed around them.
“Maria, Tess is my friend!” Liz rubbed her forearm as the long drunken conga line rudely bumped into her and a goat tried to eat her shoe.

“She’s only your friend so she can get half-price clothes at the French Connection, you know.” Maria shook her long curly blonde and adjusted the black shades that covered her green eyes so she could gaze at Liz over the top of them. “And, oh yeah, steal Max from right under your nose.” Michael Evans, Liz’s best friend took a slurp of his watery cherry cola and then continued. “And he’s only sixteen.”

Michael Evans was Max’s older brother. Even though Michael was exactly two years older they acted like twins. They were both the same height with similar hair and eyes. Liz took a deep breath and yelled, “It must really gross you out that everyone digs your brother!”

She and Michael had been friends for two years. She hadn’t known that Max was his brother until Michael invited her over for dinner last year. During that dinner her feelings for Max became stronger than ever before.
“Look, Liz,” Michael bellowed, “you gotta be careful of Tess. Everyone has two sides to them. On one side Tess might be bubbly and bouncy…”

“Yeah, Tess sure is bubbly…” Liz began but trailed off. She didn’t really know how to defend Tess Harding when Tess’s archenemy was standing right in front of her. The archenemy continued, “…but on the other side she has more killer instincts than a cobra. She’s a weasel and she’s evil!” Michael touched Liz’s cheek and tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

Michael looked up at the balcony where Tess and her followers were all huddled around Max Evans. Liz’s eyes followed. The ‘cheerleader squad’, as Liz called them, were giggling and running their fingers over Max’s shirt. Meanwhile Liz watched as Tess kissed Max’s neck and left a huge melon-coloured lip mark just below his jaw line.

Liz looked away and hid her look of disappointment. Was Tess really her friend or was she her foe in disguise?
Michael slid his arm over her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Michael always did this and Liz usually protested, but after seeing Tess kiss Max she welcomed Michael’s warm arms around her waist.


“Hey, Mary isn’t it? And Mickey!” Tess sloshed her beer cup from side to side as she stumbled over with her arms around two of her ‘cheerleader’ friends. The beer froth spiralled down and splattered on Michael’s leather jacket and Maria’s sneakers.


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“The names are Michael and Maria.” Michael spoke loudly but coldly, wiping Tess’s beer off his right shoulder with his hand, glaring at Tess. “As if you didn’t know.”

“Who gives a shit about you?” Tess glared back. They eyed each other scornfully for a second. Then the insults started flying.

At that moment someone suddenly became transfixed by Michael’s jacket.
“What’s with the leather? Think of all the poor cows!” Maria Deluca had a really bad habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time. Liz looked on passively as Tess and Michael were at each other’s throats about something; meanwhile, after moaning “The cows! The cows!” for a while, Maria got lost inside her own mind.

“Wow!” Maria gasped as she gazed at her hands covered in sparkling silver body glitter. “My fingernails are blue!” She didn’t seem to realise that she had painted her nails blue the day before.

Maria has some serious issues, Liz thought, watching her. But that was one of the reasons why she liked Maria so much. She was a good distraction from her own dysfunctional family and also a good friend to hang around with, even though she was high most of the time.
“C’mon, Liz!” Tess draped her arm across Liz’s bare

shoulders, startling her slightly. “Let’s get away from this loser. Max is looking for a partner to dance with!” Tess clapped her hands together and did her little happy dance which consisted of delirious giggling and swaying her blonde curls left and right. Meanwhile, Maria was amused by the beer-drenched goat that was slowly eating her skirt.

“Look it’s a dog!” she squealed. “Hello doggie!”
The goat replied by ripping off her pink underwear.
“I’m free!” she laughed insanely.


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People began shouting from the crowd.
“Oh God!”
“Lookin’ hot, babe!”
“Can I have what she’s having?”
Maria stood up, almost skirtless, and screamed: “Shut UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! My parents are not goats!They’re giant fish!” Maria followed this performance by deliriously stuffing herself with stale peanuts, trying to sit on the goat, falling off and collapsing, unconscious, into a pool of beer on the floor.

Liz laughed to herself but then was brought back to reality when Michael started throwing half-melted chocolate peanuts at Tess, who shrieked and stormed off into the bathroom to clean up.

“Why doesn’t Max find someone for himself?” Michael protectively slid his arms around Liz’s waist and pulled her to his side. “Let’s get out of here,” he shouted over the music.


“No! Why would we want to go? We’ve only just got here!” Liz screamed back, ignoring the pleading look in Michael’s hazel eyes. His left pierced eyebrow glinted in the coloured disco lights. Ignoring the sudden rush of feelings Liz shrugged him off.

“C’mon Eliza- (hiccup) -beth! Max’s over here! You in or out?” Tess shouted across the factory as she rejoined the cheerleader squad.

“Don’t go,” Michael said in her ear, barely audible over the throbbing bass.
But Liz’s mind was made up.
“I’m in,” she shouted hoarsely.

The situation felt a little bit off but the thought of dancing with Max made her heart skip a few beats. The reason why it felt a little bit off was that Max was far from shy when it came to people in general. This was unlike Liz, who would spit out a few vowel sounds and then leave before barfing on the person or even worse, fainting. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but Liz

didn’t even ask for directions, and that included asking people she already knew. Each time she tried to speak around strangers she felt her stomach wobble, and very slowly hot acid would rise up her oesophagus. It was worse with Max. As she walked towards him she swore she could taste that morning’s breakfast between her teeth and underneath her tongue.

Liz shut her mouth tight. Right now her tongue was dry and she could smell the stench of her own sweat with one slight whiff. Not the best guy-impressing conditions.
Max Evans was attired in an expensive chocolate-brown button-down shirt and loose khaki cargo pants. His dark hair hung neglected over his mysterious amber eyes. Something wasn’t right and Liz ordered her hands to stop quivering at her sides. Nevertheless her hands had a mind of their own.


“Hi Liz.” He held his magical hands out to her and Liz’s clammy ones slid into them. Feeling the rough ridges at his fingertips she flinched before letting go and enclosing her arms around his neck. It was a dream and a nightmare all at once. With a sideways glance Liz saw a brooding Michael at the sidelines arguing with Tess, who stormed off towards them.

The booming music shifted from upbeat to melancholy. Liz matched her movements to Max’s hips. She could smell his rainforest aftershave hanging in the air, since he was practically hanging himself over her like heavy washing.

The crowd huddled tightly around the two dancers. Max’s embrace tightened around her waist.
“ Do…you…always…” Liz rasped, “…do this?” It was all quite sudden. Never in her wildest dreams did she see herself dancing with Max Evans. She felt like a porcelain

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horse on a carousel, always soaring through the air and always smiling. He didn’t answer. Twirling in circles, the merry-go-round horse’s carefree face did not fade. Liz’s stomach was twisting in knots when Max flashed his million-dollar smile to match the one on her horse.

A wave of bliss washed over her; she became so engrossed in Max that she didn’t see Tess slowly approach them. With a sly wink Tess placed a rusty old pair of scissors in Max’s left hand. He hesitated at first but then he slid the cold crocodile teeth down Liz’s back.

Liz was so enchanted by his dazzling amber eyes that even the sound of her top slowly being ripped didn’t distract her from his smile and the desirable lush green eyes glinting like jade.

The music left a high pitched sound echoing in everyone’s ears as one by one the whole factory-full of people saw Max slicing through the ice-blue top. It was only when Max accidentally jabbed the scissors into her back that Liz realised with horror what everyone was looking at. She gasped.

Puddles of blood soaked into Imogen’s halter-top, a dull maroon under the coloured lights. The top peeled off instantly when Liz stumbled backwards, dislodging the scissors, which clattered to the floor, covered in blood. Liz reeled forwards and clutched her bare chest. She fumbled to cover everything but failed. Her breasts bulged out for everyone to see.

Tess laughed crazily until she had to breathe in deep gulps of air. Tears flowed like great rivers down her cheeks, intermittently gleaming in the flashes from the strobe light. She looped her arm around Max’s waist and then he slowly started to laugh as well. There was a domino effect and a wave of laughter spread through the partygoers, all aimed at Liz.

Laughter at Tess and Max’s cruel joke. Laughter at how naive Liz was for believing that Max showed any interest in her at all. Laughter, laughter, horrible laughter. Even the pounding of the music mocked her. It was obvious in Liz’s eyes that this cruel joke was planned by everyone long before the party was announced.
“Ooh! Titties!” squealed Maria from the puddle of beer, roused by the laughter.

Liz crouched to her knees, rivulets of blood flowing onto the floor around her, and gathered up Imogen’s ruined top clumsily with her left hand while her right arm struggled desperately to keep her breasts from breaking free. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry over some cruel joke her crush pulled. She wasn’t…
Michael saw everything. He pushed through the crowd, took Liz gently by the shoulder amidst the chorus of laughter, took the pieces of the top from her and used them to mop up the blood and apply pressure to her wound. Then he pulled off his jacket and looped Liz’s arms through it so she might somehow feel less humiliated than she already was.

Liz, sobbing, allowed Michael to guide her out into the parking lot, his hand on the jacket where her wound was, the top scrunched underneath it, calmly but desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

She felt like her soul was still on the dance floor, on the ground in pieces. Michael opened the passenger door of his car and helped Liz get seated before closing it again.
The whole ordeal replayed in her mind as Michael drove from the parking lot.

One moment dancing with Max and then her chest exposed to everyone. His savage white teeth moved up and down, laughing at her with Tess. Michael was right about Tess being a two-sided bitch. Liz was kicking herself behind her tears for believing that Tess wanted to be a real friend in the first place.

Liz didn’t see this coming until it hit her right in the face. Why didn’t she see those monstrous scissors glide into Max’s hand?

She took refuge in denial. Maybe Max had been paid to do this. Maybe he still loved her after all…
Yeah, Liz thought as she felt her blood soaking into Michael’s leather jacket. Keep telling yourself that.
“Are you okay?” Michael shifted his hazel eyes from the road to her tear-streaked face and back.


“I should have never gone,” Liz replied. “Saying I was horribly humiliated is an understatement.”
Michael kept his eyes on the vacant street. “I tried to stop it.”
That was all Liz needed to hear.


“You knew? You prick!” Liz sniffled. She pulled an old, scrunched-up, used tissue from the pocket of her jeans and blew her red nose. Her face was covered in black splotches from her mascara tears. Her ribs hurt from trying to push air through her lungs. The car skidded on the grey gravel as they pulled into Liz’s driveway, a thousand tiny rocks clattering on the bottom of the car.

Michael turned off the engine of the old green jeep outside the huge front doors of the mansion and they coasted to a gravely stop a few feet further on.
“I’m sorry for not telling you. I was just trying to protect you, Liz.” He touched her cheek but Liz snatched her head away.

“I was just trying to protect you,” mocked Liz with the bizarre diction of an American trying to imitate an Irish accent. “Well you sure did a real great job!”
Liz opened the door and leapt out, trying to slam the door behind her but failing; it bounced open again and hit her in the arse, making her stumble forward. She stomped


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over the gravel towards the doors, the blood-stained ice-blue ripped-up top cradled in her arms. She had finally stopped bleeding.

She looked back at Michael who was sitting on the bonnet of the jeep.
“I’m keeping your jacket until further notice.” Liz pulled the leather more closely around her. “Arsehole tax.”

“Whatever. Won’t come in. Gotta go pick up Maria – we forgot her.” And with that he revved the engine and jangled out of the driveway.

Liz pulled out her keys, pushed one of the ornate double doors slightly ajar and slid herself inside. Trying not to make any noise, she pushed the door softly and it gradually closed, letting out a complaining creak. The wrought-iron swan-shaped doorknocker clanked slowly as the door finally clicked shut.

“And the rebel returns!” Xander stood in the entrance hall, leaning against a pillar and smoking a cigarette. “Obviously slept with another guy,” he added, eyeing the leather jacket with nothing underneath.
“Leave me the hell alone, Xander.” Liz turned up her nose in a way reminiscent of her mother, pretending she couldn’t care less about anything he said.

“You’re hurt…” Xander’s blue eyes widened when he noticed the discoloured patches on Liz’s jeans. The next thing Liz knew he had grabbed the shoulder of the jacket and was dragging her past the stairs and down the long, lush hallway. She clutched the jacket over her; it was way too big and she was constantly in danger of flopping out.

Xander kicked open the door at the very end of the hallway. There was no light in the room beyond expect the dim light of glow-in-the-dark stickers. He pulled Liz behind him into the darkness and she almost tumbled down a flight of concrete stairs. Xander’s room was the basement.

Xander lead Liz down the dark steps to his room. Liz realised that she had never set foot in his room before; she had tried, once, when she was seven, but Xander had set her hair on fire as soon as she had put a foot on the stairs.

Xander flipped the light switch on. It was a big basement, an almost extravagant basement, somehow oozing wealth like everything else that was the Parkers’. Even so, Xander had still managed to turn in into a dump. The red brick walls had different coloured tags on them as decoration; some of the tags were recent, as Liz could smell.

A pile of spray-paint cans lay on the floor at the foot of the stairs, next to a severely dilapidated piece of furniture covered with ragged clothes; by a considerable twist of the imagination one might have been able to call this piece of furniture a chest of drawers.

From the pipe-entwined ceiling hung Xander’s light fitting: an enormous red Chinese lantern Liz had once seen at Tom Sung’s Chinese restaurant – obviously stolen while Xander and his manic mates were having a booze-up downtown.

A pyramid of Tom Sung take-out boxes teetered next to the wide-screen television on the right-hand side of the room. Above the television were three small rectangular windows, masked by red curtains which looked as if they too had once been part of the décor in Xander’s favourite restaurant.

On the left side of the room lurked a smelly green sofa with a few squashed blue beanbags thrown around it. A new, glossy black laptop (Obviously stolen, Liz thought) stood on top of a decrepit old desk, which was languishing next to the sofa.

At the far end of the room in front of them was a stained king-sized mattress lying directly on the concrete floor, covered in some poor excuses for red sheets and an ancient hole-filled army blanket. Two plastic milk crates accompanied the mattress as side-tables, covered in CD cases, dirty boxer shorts and a reasonably new halogen lamp.

A rickety wardrobe crouched near the left side of the mattress. A vast expanse of empty wall stretched between the wardrobe and the old desk, marred only by Xander’s stereo system which lay on the floor in front of it.

On the right side of Xander’s ‘bed’ and looking completely incongruous was a gilt-framed photo with a picture inside.


Xander let go of Liz and rummaged in the ‘chest of drawers’ while Liz tread softly across the room and sat gingerly on top of the pile of bed linen on the mattress. Liz picked up the photo, throwing the switch on the bedside lamp. It flashed a bright light, which seemed brighter in the dim basement, which danced on the golden surface of the frame.

The photo was of Xander. He was wearing, of all things, a suit, and his arms were holding a euphoric-looking woman. The woman had elaborately-styled hair in tight curls, which were studded with white daises here and there. She had delicate features, which were beautifully framed by her honey-blonde- daisy-filled tresses.

“Her name’s Isabel.” Xander dumped a roll of tattered bandage and a tube of antiseptic cream on the unmade bed and took the framed photo from Liz’s hands.
“We fell in love at high school. Her parents were hell strict so after graduation we legged it to Vegas.” Xander smiled as he zipped open the first aid kit.

“Whoa.”
“Yeah, you could put it like that,” Xander replied. “What happened to your back?”
Liz would have rather been left alone to curl up in her bed and listen to angry rock music, but Xander has never been like this before. She rested her sore back against the graffiti-covered wall, winced, placed Xander’s three grey pillows behind her and decided to tell him.
“Long story. I was publicly humiliated.” She rubbed her bleary eyes.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Xander smirked, brandishing the roll of bandage. “Take the jacket off.”
“WHAT?!”
“Take it off. There’s nothin’ under there I ain’t seen before. You want that cut t’ get infected?”
Liz’s eyes goggled at her brother, her mouth half-open in shock.
“C’mon! I’m ya brother, I ain’t gonna feel ya up!” Xander said indignantly, and ripped off the jacket. “Turn around.”
Liz felt uncomfortable sitting topless in front of Xander.

She was almost sure his eyes kept darting down to her chest and back as he rubbed the antiseptic into the wound, making it start to ooze fresh blood. She winced again. She noticed that he was perhaps overly careful, trying not to touch her breasts as he wrapped the bandage around her torso.

Suddenly he was talking.
“Weren’t ya wearing a top when ya left?”
“My crush ruined it!” Liz burst out. “And it was Imogen’s favourite!” she added with a slight sniffle.
“Don’t sweat it. Imogen has tons of those tops. What happened that was so bad? You’re acting like it’s the end of the world or somethin’.”

“It was all some sort of… some sort of practical joke, planned by my so-called-friend, Tess, and my crush… my ex crush.”
“That Max dude?”
Liz bit her lip and nodded slowly.
Xander traced the rim of his mirror necklace with his fingers, then fondled his goatee. “Ex crush, huh?”
“Oh,” Liz slapped him on the shoulder, “you know what I mean.”

“Not really.” Xander answered. “All I know is something happened t’ ya and Imogen’s top is fucked. Did the dude rip your top off to get to your tits?”
“Stop thinking about my tits!” cried Liz, suddenly remembering she was topless. She hastily fumbled for Michael’s jacket, which had been thrown behind a milk crate.

“’K.” Xander murmured, smirking. “The Man thinks ya betta stay home until this blows over.”
“I can’t Xander, I’ve got school tomorrow and I’m on a green card,” Liz groaned as she pulled the jacket back on.

“I’m gonna see Isabel tomorrow at her work. I want ya t’ meet her. Her lunch break’s at one.” Xander chucked the surplus bandage and the tube of cream aside.
“Xander, I’m gonna be sixteen this Wednesday. I can take care of myself. I need to go to school.” Liz held the jacket closer to her form.

“Fine, have it your way. Go t’ ya loser-land of a school. See if I care,” Xander grabbed the remote from off of the milk crate and flipped the television on. Baywatch was screening and Pamela Anderson was talking to a young girl with long auburn hair and equally large breasts.
“At least watch Baywatch with me?”

“Uh… sure, whatever,” Liz replied, as Xander smiled – whether at her acceptance or Pamela’s chest she wasn’t sure – took a running jump and flopped onto the sofa. “Let me just get changed first.” She watched his tiger grin erupt even further as he scratched his chin with his elbow, hands behind his head.

“Sure,” he replied, not looking at her.
Before Liz climbed back up the stairs she took one last look at the photo in the gilt frame. She gazed at it for about half a minute, mesmerized by the way the light from the neon sign saying ‘Elvis’ Chapel of Love’ reflected on the daisy-covered wedding dress that Isabel was wearing.

Meanwhile, back at the Old Soap Factory, Maria had disappeared.
“Maria?” called Michael, his voice echoing around the deserted parking lot.

There was a rustling from the fetid-smelling dumpster which lurked against a nearby wall. Maria’s head appeared inside it, grinning stupidly.
“Come on in, Michaela!” she cackled. “The water’s fine!”


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posted on 10-Dec-2002 10:21:29 PM by Venus_star2.com
what did you think?

there is a few changes- like micahel and max being irish and all and xander did origannly have amber eyes.... but I felt like showing- and to the people reading my other stories what I have been doing instead of my roswell stories... what did you think so far??? and the goat thing? I have seen that happen once in the australian country side... and I won't say anymore...

from rachel-
ps-my detailed letter will be out soon

posted on 20-Dec-2002 5:41:10 PM by Venus_star2.com
hey guys

its kinda a dreamer fic but then again its not...

I thought I will let you know that max and liz aren't related.

imogen- my character was left the way she was- with amber eyes and dark hair.. but I will edit something so she would like put purple contacts in... that's something like her

why did max do that? well that isn't really answered obiovsly but there is a part when he says something....


okay here we go

Chapter 3

There’s something wrong with today’s society. It’s so judgemental, thought Liz. With the party far away from her mind she had another obstacle to face. Today was the eighth of April. Not that there was anything special about the date; it just happened to be West Roswell

High School’s casual day. This was when the student body got a chance to trade its itchy navy-blue trousers for comfortable black jeans, one day in every term.
Liz hated casual day.

It was that one day of the term when everyone looks a little bit closer at each other. Make that a lot closer at each other, right down to the clear plastic buttons on their archenemies’ shirts. Liz noticed that everyone behaved in a slightly different manner when the school had casual day.

The school seemed to be under the effect of an unknown drug. A drug that created envy, hatred and smugness, that induced girls to label each other because of their outfits, that drove guys to adjust their baseball caps every few minutes. A drug that made them all judge each other.

Liz had no time to think about an outfit for casual day. After they had watched Baywatch an X-files marathon had started on another channel, so Xander and Liz watched a young Moulder and Scully investigate UFO-sighting after UFO-sighting until well after midnight, when she and her brother became bored and started throwing popcorn at each other.

When daylight struck Xander’s basement Liz awoke from where she had fallen asleep in a beanbag and was immediately in panic mode. She raced up to her room, where she pulled on a black tank top with the words ‘Ain’t no diamond’ emblazoned across it in white letters, khaki string cargo pants and grey sneakers. Her dark brown hair was quickly pulled into a high ponytail, except for loose wisps around her eyes, which were an even deeper brown than usual that morning.

Liz barley made it to homeroom on time. Sara-Marie Watson, Liz’s friend (who wasn’t at the party last night), pretended not to notice Liz sit next to her. A stab of rejection hit Liz in the stomach. To take her mind off it she focused in as her home group teacher read out the daily notices.

Then the whispers of gossip started. About the cruel joke at the party, about everybody seeing Liz half naked. Homeroom ended and Liz was the last person to leave the classroom, and she left it alone. The gossip spread like a fire in a lumberyard. People found it amusing to hear of someone else’s pain, as people often do. People in the corridors pointed at her, whispered then giggled.

Liz kept her eyes on her English class down the hallway and ordered herself not to be provoked by the gossiping girls of Roswell high. Instead she thought about how entertaining it would be to insert Tess’s head into a blender, turn on the power and see what happened. The thought brought an evil grin to her mouth that didn’t quite reach her eyes, which retained their look of lifelessness.

The jeering of the other students was beginning to get to her. She quickened her pace toward the sanctuary of her English class. Before she could enter her English classroom, however, Mrs Carter, the vice-principal, tapped her on the shoulder and told her that someone was here to see her.

“I’m so sorry to hear about the terrible loss of your Aunt, Floe Fenland,” Mrs Carter said solemnly as she sank into the deep leather swivel-chair back in her office. Xander stood up from where he had been sitting on the radiator and embraced his sister. Liz just stood there, frozen, perplexed.

“Aunt Floe fought to the bitter end,” Xander whimpered as he tightened his hold on Liz. He gasped. “But now she’s gone. I’m going to miss that old lady - she was the best wheelchair belly dancer I’ve ever seen.”
Mrs Carter sighed in sympathy.

What the hell is going on? We don’t have an Aunt Floe in the first place! Liz thought.
“Xander!” Liz whispered. “Wheelchair belly dancer?”
“Come on Liz, work with me!” Xander whispered back. Liz could tell that he was trying not to crack up laughing; his stomach muscles were quivering and his face was trying in vain to twist his frown into a smirk.

Liz was surprised to see that Mrs Carter wasn’t freaked out by Xander’s dirty appearance. “We need to help our parents plan for her funeral all this week,” Xander sniffed, winking at Liz. Liz finally realised that Xander was trying to get her out of school.

“Oh… OH!” Liz lifted her hand against her forehead. “Oh, the cruel agony of it all!”
“Take as much time off as you need,” said Mrs Carter, her strawberry-blonde hair swirling around her tired yet compassionate eyes. “Xander will take you home now. Don’t worry about the green card – I’ll take care of that.”
Xander escorted Liz to her locker. Liz twiddled the combination lock and shoved her books into her bag.
“Where’re Mum and Dad?” she asked. “They weren’t around this morning.”

“In Arizona for the week.”
“I guess they’re going to miss my sweet sixteen on Wednesday then, huh?” Liz watched on as the girls passing them in the corridor drooled over Xander. Liz could almost see the saliva dripping from their glossy lips and landing on their polished high heels.

“Dunno why you’re so phased. They find some excuse to miss your birthday every year.” Xander seemed unaware of all the dreamy stares he was getting from the girls around him as they walked out into the parking lot. He helped Liz get seated on the passenger seat on the back of his motorbike and handed her a helmet.

“I guess,” sighed Liz. Then she changed the subject.
“What happened to your ’71 Oldsmobile Cutlass?” she asked.
His motorbikes were Xander’s second-favourite toys, but the new black Yamaha they were riding was never used during the day.

“Round at Rob’s,” Xander said, referring to his mechanic friend. “It’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He put on his black leather jacket.

“Okay,” Liz replied. He stomach did flip-flops as she realised she was going to be on the motorbike while it was moving.

An image of debris flying everywhere and bits of her arms and legs all over the road flashed into her mind. She shuddered involuntarily. She didn’t need to be thinking about that right now.

Instead, as the motorbike zoomed out of the parking lot, she continued their previous conversation about her parents.

“For the record, Xander, I would like them to be around on my birthday for once.” Liz made sure her helmet was firmly planted on her head and tightened her hold on her school bag. Xander didn’t reply. There was silence for a moment except for the noises of the bike’s engine and the air rushing past their faces. Liz changed the subject again.

“You do realise that if anyone talks to Imogen or Jeanine, those bitches are going to tell them that we don’t have an Aunt Floe.”

The bike screeched to a halt. Its engine idled furiously.
“That’s not going to happen,” Xander said while fiddling with his helmet strap. He made sure Liz had her arms tight around his waist before gunning the engine and speeding away from the traffic lights at the first hint of green.

Liz almost retched with nausea. It was her first time on a motorbike with her brother Xander. Usually when Xander asked if she wanted a ride she would decline, because she feared of what might happen out on the open road. She didn’t watch the scenery go by. Instead she focused on Xander’s warmth soaking through his jacket and keeping her arms like a seatbelt across his waist.

This helped to stop her from being sick. After what seemed like hours Xander parked his motorbike in China Town with a squeal of tyres. Liz removed her helmet.
“I’m going to take ya to lunch,” Xander grinned. He felt that he had to do something to distract Liz from not going to school. Liz liked going to school because it


posted on 20-Dec-2002 5:46:23 PM by Venus_star2.com
gave her time to practice her English skills before applying to Harvard University. Then she could leave her rotten family and all her bad memories behind and start a career as a writer.

Brought back to the present by a taxi sounding its horn, Liz eyed her brother who repeated his offer of lunch.
“Xander, it’s 9:15 in the morning!”

“Then we can have brunch!” Xander pointed at Tom Sung’s Red Dragon Restaurant a few feet in front of them. The restaurant’s logo was painted on the wall above the door; it was the oval face of a sumo wrestler with a red dragon flying above his black, pinned-back hair.

This was the symbol for Tom Sung’s restaurant. Xander seemed different as he pushed through the red oak doors. His back straightened and he brushed a few loose crumbs off his grey v neck shirt. He pulled his long white sleeved shirt underneath the grey shirt closer to his arms. Xander even wore a clean pair of black cargo pants.

The first thing Liz had to overcome when she entered the restaurant with Xander was the smell. Everything smelt like stale mayonnaise, as if no one had set foot in this dull restaurant for over twenty years. There was also a garlic odour that made Liz’s stomach heave. No matter where she looked Liz could not tell where the smell was coming from.

A young pregnant woman busily buzzed around the restaurant drenched in the smell of fried duck. Piles of menus were clasped between her arms.
“Gee, Xander, you do really pick the places to eat,” Liz said sarcastically.

“Shut up,” Xander whispered to her. He then shouted. “Honey Bear!”
Xander made a sound like a dead cow, followed by loud clacking sounds.

“Alexander!” The young pregnant lady Liz saw before with the menus giggled and waddled her way through the restaurant. Oh no, Liz thought. The only two people who had ever called him Alexander were the kid across the street, who Xander had castrated, and their father.

If the kid across the street got castrated, Liz thought. Imagine what he would do to the young pregnant woman?
“Xander! Don’t you dare ! If you lay one finger on her I’ll…” Liz felt nauseous as her stomach tied in knots. The smell of garlic intensified. Xander could do anything to the woman? What puzzled Liz so much was that the pregnant woman knew his name?

“Take a chill pill, Liz.” Xander slid his arm around the pregnant woman’s shoulders. “Liz. Meet Isabel Parker-Crane,” Xander grinned. So this was the girl he was talking about? Liz thought. And married…

“Would you like to take a seat?” Isabel’s voice was soft as a mouse. She smiled nervously at Liz before gingerly leading Xander to the closest table. The table was a round circle with ten black upholstered chairs and a red billowing table cloth underneath the sliver cutlery and chopsticks.

Liz sat down next to Xander and watched Isabel slowly easing herself into the chair. The strong smell of fried rice overpowered the strange smell of garlic and parsnips. Isabel’s stomach was the same size as a baby hippo. Her white Chinese blouse was almost too tight for her growing form.

Isabel also wore a black skit decorated with small green and red dragons. Liz also noticed the red blisters all over Isabel feet from working long hours in carved wooden sandals all day long. Her long honey blonde tresses framed her delicate face.

When Isabel finally eased her soft back into the chair she gasped, clutching her stomach. Isabel made a winching sound. “ The baby kicked,” Xander smiled, rubbing his hand over Isabel’s swollen form.
“That little guy is gonna grow up strong,” Xander declared.

“You mean she?” Isabel retorted.
“Hey, Baby!” Xander cooed. “ Relax, baby. You can’t put stress on the little guy.” Xander smiled. “ Or little chick,” he added. Liz was beyond shocked. The feeling of finding out that her rebellious brother was married, and has a baby on the way caused a nauseating ulcer in her stomach.

The feeling she had now was too hard to describe but a mix of confusion and turmoil.
“Would you like anything to eat?” Isabel asked, sliding her china hands through her hair.
“Rice,” Xander and Liz both said. Rice was the only safes food to eat in a Chinese restaurant situated near west side Roswell.

That was because half of the food contained Chinese herbs and questionable substances. Liz waited until Isabel walked through the “staff only” door. The hot steam sizzled, clouding the doorway but not the sound of Isabel’s voice as she spoke in Chinese to the chef.

“So?” Xander grunted. No one spoke for a while. The only sound that filled the room were Chinese opera music that someone had switched on, and the huge commotion coming from the kitchen.

“ What da ya think of Isabel?” Xander asked, touching his black eyebrow ring. That’s a tough question, Liz thought. And a loaded one too…
“She seems nice,” Liz touched the red napkin inside the wine glass on the table.

“ The Man,” Xander pointed to himself, “ knew dat already.” Xander blew miniature raspberries whilst drumming his fingers on the table. No one uttered a word after Xander’s comment. It was only when two ceramic bowls, the size of tea cups were placed on the table that someone spoke. “So cornball,” Xander chuckled, referring to the two ceramic bowls.

He picked up the chopsticks beside him and pecked at his rice inside the bowl. The smell of fried carrots, parsnips and garlic and rice rose to her nostrils. It was worse than the smell of stale cheese.

Isabel pushed her chair closer to Xander’s before plopping her heavy body down on the cushioned seat. “ Now, Xander, we have some serious business to discuss,” Isabel said in a lawyer’s voice.

“ What’s dat?” Xander flicked chunks of rice at her face.
“Stop that!” Isabel flew her hands in front of her face. Pieces of rice were embedded in her thick hair. “ You are coming to my parents tomorrow for dinner? Or have you forgotten already?” This is getting interesting, Liz thought.
“No I haven’t forgotten.” Xander looked away from her.
Isabel sighed and twirled her wedding ring around and around. “ I’m five months pregnant Alex. My parents want to get to know the father before the baby arrives?”
“I ain’t stupid Isabel. Your father hates guys like me,” Xander grumbled and munched on his rice.
Isabel rubbed his shoulder, “ He just doesn’t know you as well as I do.”
It struck Liz’s heart that Xander was actually hurt that someone didn’t like him for who he was. Usually he didn’t give a rats arse about what people thought of him.

“What are you going to wear?” Liz asked.
Isabel and Xander shrugged their shoulders. Xander scratched his bushy goatee before replying, tugging at his v-neck shirt, “What I’m wearing now.”
“Oh, no you’re not wearing that!” Isabel angrily glared at him. Her expression told Liz that Isabel was afraid of what might happen if Xander did wear his normal attire to the dinner tomorrow.

“As much as I like your taste in clothes,” Liz carefully chose her way of words at the same time pulling her seat away from Xander. “ I think it’s wise to listen to your wife.”

Xander didn’t say anything. His face was expressionless. That meant he was deep in thought. “ Okay I’m cool. Only if you play a game of poker. If I win…” He smiled cleverly, “ then I do what I want. If you win I’ll change Isabelze,” Xander cackled.
Isabel blushed, waiting for her laughter to subside. “Alright.”

The three of them were interrupted by the sound of the Close Encounters theme beeping from Liz’s cell phone, inside her school bag.

“I’ll get it,” Liz excused herself from the table. Ignoring the rumblings from her stomach she zipped open her bag, rooted through her textbooks to find her phone.
“Hello?” Liz watched her brother dealing out the cards. Isabel used Xander’s chopsticks to nibble from his bowl of rice. Liz pinched her nose, a horrid garlic smell wafted through the air.

“So, your Aunt Floe died?” The voice belonged to Michael Evans. His strong Irish accent tingled Liz eardrums.
“Yeah,” Liz replied, “ Aunt Floe fought to the bitter end,” quoting her brother Xander.

“You and I both know that there is no Aunt Floe,” Michael whispered. The sound of teenagers chatting about the party interrupted their conversation. “Whoever thought of the idea I would gladly kiss their feet?” Michael admitted.

Liz eyed Xander’s worn out black boots. She could see patches of yellow sock peaking through the holes. Yellow socks that used to be white. Liz had found the overpowering garlic smell. It was Xander’s feet and three-day-old socks.

“Ah,” Liz laughed. “ Are you sure you wanna do that?”
Michael chuckled. "No I’m not"
“ Look, Michael. My brother Xander got me out of school,” Liz said.
“Okay. Is he the rebellious one that you keep nagging about?”
“I don’t nag,” Liz complained.

“Yes you do,” Michael teased. “ I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You know, the whole party and…“
“I’m fine,” Liz cut him off.
“ Okay Liz,” Michael sighed. “ If you say so.”
Liz was distracted by a sultry giggle erupting from the table. Isabel had her sweaty hands over her face as Xander gingerly took the card from her, caressing her palm in the process.

“Michael, I gotta go,” Liz clicked ‘end’ on her cell phone, and dropped it in her bag. Jesus, Liz thought. Please save me from this mess

“I won Liz!” Isabel shouted. Her long honey blonde tresses billowed around her shoulders. Xander tried to hold Isabel back from jumping in the air but failed. Isabel did three individual Mexican waves, mocking Xander at each wave, “ I won! I won!” Liz thought Xander was the master at poker. He never lost a game in his life. She smiled when she reached the table. Liz saw Xander held a full house. He could have easily won but instead pretended to lose.

“Don’t say dat I won. I ain’t gonna upset Isabelzie wizzy,” Xander whispered to Liz when she plopped herself in the jarring chair. Isabelzie wizzy? Liz thought, scrunching her freshly plucked eyebrows together. The black leather stuck to her clothes and moulded with her soft flesh. Her behind felt permanently glued to the chair and nothing could save her from the grotesque smell of Xander’s socks, which dominated the whole restaurant.

“Okay, Alex let’s start by removing your tongue ring.” Isabel eased on top of his lap sideways. She inched closer to Xander’s smug lips, moaning when Xander suddenly kissing down her neck and nibbling every few seconds. “ Oh yes,” Isabel sighed.
“I don’t need to see this!” Liz closed her eyes tight. Her thoughts drifted back to the conversation about naked girls mud wrestling. Did his comment also apply to his wife?

Liz slowly opened her eyes when the sound of slurping, moaning and biting stopped. She saw a football-sized blue-purple mark branded on Isabel’s neck. A few buttons were undone and both of their dingy hair covered their heated gazes.

Xander flicked out his tongue ring, licked his lips and smiled at Isabel. “ I’ll keep da tongue ring. We should talk about my punishment later.”
“Yeah.” Liz chuckled. “When you have Isabel chained to the bed and…. Oh God! did I just say that out loud?” she looked at an embarrassed Isabel, who hoped off Xander’s lap and scurried away. “ I better get back to work.”

Xander death-stared Liz when Isabel left the room. His blue eyes turned azure as he clenched his jaw.
“Err… oops?” Liz smiled than darted her hazel eyes to the floor, the white rough carpet had dozens of coke stains and bits of uncooked rice matted through its stitching.

“I better take you home,” Xander stated. His face was expressionless but his eyes were molten fireballs. The garlic smell of his feet made Liz nauseous. I guess I shouldn’t have said that… Liz thought to herself.

posted on 20-Dec-2002 5:56:56 PM by Venus_star2.com
**she then inserted her purple eye contacts- that was not orginally in this story but I put it there so I feel a little bit better... to show that max and liz are not related in this story** I sound paranoid but hey its hot over here- 42 degrees m,ight not sound hot but it is over here!!**


Chapter 4:

After Xander dropped her off, Liz walked into the Kitchen. The rice from the restaurant left her mouth dry and her stomach sour. The smell of cooked lettuce and eggplant told her that Imogen was home. Imogen was in the middle of the kitchen, combing her dark hair using a small pitchfork. She then inserted her purple eye contacts.

Then Imogen glanced at her watch, sighed, gazed at the pile of left over lettuce and pulps of eggplant. Imogen picked up a small grimy bowl and placed it next to a pile of dirty dishes. Didn’t anyone clean up after themselves?

Liz slid on a pair of pink gloves that was on top of the dirty dishes. Hearing the gloves snap onto her skin Liz winced in pain. Liz opened the door beneath the sink, pulled out dishwasher detergent and squeezed the

contents into the sink. Imogen had walked behind Liz during this time. Imogen turned on the faucet for her; warm soapy bubbles covered Liz’s pink gloves.
“Thanks,” Liz said, gazing at her sister. A hint of sisterly love was present for those brief moments. What the hell is happening? Liz thought. Her family, except Xander, was very harsh and cold towards her. It was only now their grim faces were replaced with empathy.

“ Do the dishes Liz!” Imogen ordered. She then said something that was totally out of character. “ Do you need any money, Liz?”

“Do I need any money?” Liz repeated. Imogen sweetly smiled, nodded and tapped her high heels on the tiled floor. Why would I need any money? Liz thought.
Imogen crunched on a leaf of lettuce and waited for Liz to answer. Since when did her sister offer her money? Liz mused

“ Liz? I got guests coming in ten seconds. Isn’t there a movie like Harry Potter or Swim Fan that you can see with Maria? Or watch a X-File marathon?” Imogen flapped her arms around in the air.

Her loose grey business suit had patches of sweat marks directly under her armpits. A smell like cat urine wafted from Imogen’s exposed armpits towards Liz’s sensitive nose.

Gross, Liz held her nose. So that’s the real reason why Imogen was being so nice. Liz felt a stab of heart ache as Imogen handed her a few green bills. Liz gazed through the window in front of the kitchen sink. It had started to rain very softly, droplets of rain trickled down the clear window before her eyes.

Imogen wanted Liz out of sight when her so-called friends arrived. Now why is that? Liz again thought to herself. Boyfriend… Nah
“I got a ton of homework to do Imogen,” Liz lied through her teeth. The truth being told, Liz didn’t feel like leaving home anymore, ever since that party incident. She could still taste the thick texture of her own blood, oozing down her back.

Liz could still hear Max’s evil laugh in her nightmares. How can a person be so nice to her and then turn out to be a vicious bastard? Liz scratched her oily skin. The hot soapy water gave her comfort.

Imogen was about to tell Liz that she would pay her money to go out when the door interrupted her in mid sentence. Liz saw this as an opportunity to see what so called ‘friends’ were meeting Imogen tonight. Liz made a bee line through the house. She was happy to escape the overpowering smell of eggplant, cat urine, and boiled radish.

She slid down the varnished handrail, tapping the heel of her left shoe on the smooth floor. Liz powered up the three steps and flung the door open, almost out of breath.
“Welcome fashion lovers,” Liz wheezed, gulping back some fresh air. Liz composed herself. She finally decided to look into the drive way and saw someone who was not a fashion lover.

Much to Liz’s disappointment it was not Tess Harding. Although Liz wished it was. That way she would have enjoyed afflicting evil on her. She would slowly hack out one strand of glossy blonde curls one at a time. Then Liz would discover first hand if blonde haired people have a brain? Instead Liz felt her heart strings snap all at once and pierce her tear ducts.

Liz allowed her warm salty tears roll off her cheeks. She continued to stare at the person she now loathed.
“What are you doing here, Max?” She could smell the masculine scent of tropical rainforests through her lungs. It was her favourite aftershave and Max knew it.

Max Evans was soaked from head to toe. Which was a bad thing for Liz. Not only did she have to yell at him but also have to stare at his well defined dashboard and muscular body.

That was far worse than torture. It was pure agony for Liz. All she really wanted to do was touch his sexy face with fresh stubble on his chin and kiss him senseless. The only thing stopping her was the fresh wound on her back that slowly seeped through her tank top. The fresh wound that Max put there with rusty scissors.

“You have no right to be here,” Liz whispered. Making sure her eyes were fixed on the floor. Only a soft squeaky voice interrupted their awkward silence. Imogen touched Liz on the shoulder. Imogen ushered her fashion friends inside the warm house. Liz just crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to invite me inside?” Max looked behind him and saw a thick grey haze created by the rain.

“ Sure. I have nothing else to do.” Liz stood aside. Max bowed his head and sunk his hands into his wet pockets. His sneakers left a wet snail trail down the three marble steps. A squishing sound made by Max’s shoes followed Liz all the way to the lounge room.

“I heard and I…. wanted to see.. uh.. how you were dealing?” Max said. Max was taller than Liz, tall enough to cause her neck to crack from gazing up at his eyes for far too long. “ Word is that your Aunt Floe died.”
Great, Liz thought. The wheelchair belly dancer. Liz was glad he didn’t know her as well as his brother did. If he knew the same things Michael knew Liz would be in deep trouble.

“Thanks for your concern but you are not needed.” Liz really needed to talk with her brother about Aunt Floe. Liz didn’t want to see the cheer leader squad with their short skirts, wailing about good old Aunt Floe. The only really reason anyone would show up on their doorstep was to aid Imogen with her grief over Aunt Floe.

That was something Liz didn’t want to happen.
Liz inhaled the rainforest sent and sneezed. Somehow the room heated up a few degrees when Max gazed deeply into her eyes.

His face was giving her sympathy and tenderness. Although it made her heart soar the chains of cruelness he inflected on her still left a firm hold on her beating heart. What was she suppose to do? Should she own up to her feelings and be lost in his embrace? Gently

sobbing about Aunt Floe and her wheelchair? Or should she bring up the pain of that night? She didn’t know what to do? She was torn between what was logical and what her heart was telling her. If there was something

life told her about relationships it was that they are hard and sometimes hearts had to be broken in order to heal. There was also the situation brewing between her and Michael. Over the past few days she started to see through his actions, realising that Michael might have feelings for her in a way that would change everything. The thought hit her hard and scrambled her brain matter. Things would definitely get out of hand if

Michael had feelings for her. If Max was here right now, asking about a false Aunty, then Liz hoped he didn’t ask if they needed any cello players.

“ Do you need any cello players?” Max asked.
Shit, Liz thought.
“No thanks.” Max did not take the hint that Liz wanted to be alone. Instead he just waited.

“I’m quite happy to help in any way possible, Liz. I could play my cello? Don’t deny the fact that you love hearing my cello playing,” Max said through clenched teeth. That was something Max was right about. She absolutely adored his cello playing. The way he played the four strings was so amazing Liz sometimes thought it was an angel softy singing in her ears. Her

heart lifted from the chains for a moment. However if she was ever going to get through this week she had to gain the courage and ask Max the question.

“ Why did you do this? Was it you or was it someone else who looked like you and ripped off my top in front of everyone?”
“It was Imogen’s..” Max stated.
“SHUT UP!” Liz screamed in passion. She kicked herself for not remembering that this was the man. No matter how sexy he looked. Max publicly humiliated her in the worst way imaginable.

Liz focused on the sound his shoes made as he inched closer to her. “ Tess said you were dating my brother….words cannot..” Max hesitated, “express how sorry I am.”

The horrible odour from the kitchen had died down but Liz wished the smell had infected this room. That way she wouldn’t have to smell his aftershave. She wouldn’t have to feel her heart beat racing every few minutes when Max gazed at her intensely, learning her face hot from his brooding gesture.

“ Yeah right, Max…“ Liz was cut off by a simple soft touch of his lips.

Her first instinct was to bash his brains out. After all, this man destroyed her belief in true love and friendship. However her body won the battle and she circled her arms around his wet waist. His wet clothes cooled down her heated skin, but at the same time Max’s wandering hands drifted towards her lower back which sent a fiery wave of heat everywhere.

What am I doing? Liz realised. She broke off the kiss, her first kiss and eyed Max. “ You should go now.” Self-consciously Liz touched her warm lips. Warm from Max’s lips and mouth. A random thought popped into her head. Did he kiss Tess? Is this his way of escaping his cruel joke? How dare he…

Bracing herself Liz kicked Max in the groin. Max howled, crumpled onto the floor in a heap of heavy stones.
“ You have no right to do anything. Not after what you did to me. You broke my trust. So I ruin your chance of having children.”
The words didn’t suit her character, but Liz was glad the words suddenly erupted. It was quite true that he had no right to do anything with her. That included kissing her. Max looped his arms around his knees and rocked around on the ground making a high whining sound, “Oowie!”

Liz’s smile suddenly faded. Her hatred didn’t last as long as others usually did. Max still rocked around on the ground in agony. Liz held out her hand. “ I’m only helping you because I can’t stand your whining.” It was half true but the other reason was that he really looked in pain. Liz didn’t know what it would feel like to be

kicked in the family jewels. So instead she compared it to the feelings she experienced at the party and immediately felt ashamed, but then relief that in some way he was feeling the exact same feeling she felt at the party.

They managed to get near the couch. The only obstacle now was to support Max and walk past the Elephant statue planted near the sofa. They were halfway there when the phone rang.

On impulse Liz dropped Max who wasn’t expecting it and landed on the Elephants trunk. “ Owwie! Owwie!” Max flung his hands over his private parts to release some of the pain. He fell to the floor again with a hard thud.
“Sorry,” Liz whispered.

“Liz, can you get that!” Imogen sang in her old grandmother’s voice. “ I got ink all over my face.”
What the hell are they doing in there? Liz thought. Running down the hallway she managed to pick up the cordless in the kitchen.

“ Hello, Liz Parker speaking,”
“Hi, it’s Pam Troy.” A breathy voice replied. It was obvious that the voice belonged to a member of the cheer leader squad.

“ I just wanted to say how sorry I am to hear about dear old Aunt Floe,” Pam said.
“ Is Imogen there?” Pam was chewing gum. Liz could hear her loud slurps and clucks as the chewing gum was wrestled around in her mouth. Liz pressed the end button on the phone and chucked in on its cradle. The phone slipped off the cradle and smashed like a ripe watermelon on the floor.

“Oops!” Liz said to herself.
The doorbell rang again. Liz groaned and started pulling out long strands off hair. She didn’t need this. If it was someone asking about Imogen or, Aunt Floe Liz would scream at the top of her lungs and literally throw the person down the stairs.

“ This better be good.” Liz twisted the door knob, but was caught off guard when the door suddenly jolted open. A dazzling smile and a bouquet of white flowers (her favourite) greeted her.

“This is for you.” Michael Evans white shirt had become completely see-through. She could see the rough ridges of his defined abbs bursting with desire. Oh no, Liz thought. Not another one! She cranked her neck towards the living room. She faintly saw Max curled up in a foetus position, still crying in pain.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Michael wasn’t pleased. His vein bulged on his forehead. His stomach muscles twitched. He slipped off his soaked brown jacket and dropped it on the floor.

“ I could say the same thing about you,” Liz responded. She guided him to the living room where Max had remained lifeless after she kicked him in the jewels.
“ If you must know, he came for forgiveness!” Liz felt her own sweat trickle under her armpits when she

realised her front side was completely soaked and her back side dry. “He just got kicked in the family jewels. So I believe he has suffered enough, for now that is.”
Michael chuckled under his breath. “ I agree,” his voice became softer, huskier. His hazel eyes grew darker as his gaze drifted to her lips. Is he going to do what I think he is going to do? Liz thought.

His lips lightly brushed against hers, applying a tiny bit of pressure against her lips. His kiss was different compared with Max’s. Michael’s kiss tasted sweet like rich chocolate cake with hot icing. He gently sucked on her bottom lip before backing away.

“Err… I better go,” Michael staggered away. “ I will see you Wednesday to give you your present..”
Liz nodded and watched him disappear. She then realised as the door slammed that both Max and Michael had given her first experience at kissing. Realising the fact that they both had feelings for her sent her into panic mode.

What am I going to do? Liz thought. Not only Max but his older brother kissed her. That’s two kisses in two milliseconds, Liz realised, and her stomach doubled in knots.
“That bastard!” Max was still curled up on the couch.


“You saw that?” Liz had forgotten that Max was in the same room. He had stopped moaning with pain a few minutes ago. Liz was beginning to feel she was stuck in an episode of Passions.

“ Well, I couldn’t block out the sound of my brother moaning. Now could I?” Max was in flames. “ I mean it is bad enough to hear my brother talking about you but to actually see my brother getting it off is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.” Max slowed on the word life, as seeing his brother kissing her was like being in hell.

“He’s my friend,” Liz stuttered. Waving her right arm to the side. “And he…”
“Got up an kissed you. I know.” Max rested on his forearms on the sofa, slowly getting up from the sofa he winced as he stood.

“ But I did find something quite interesting..” Max’s amber eyes wavered across her face.
“What might that be?” Liz said.
“You,” Max smiled, “ Did not kiss him back!” Max felt smart discovering this fact.

However Liz was shocked, so she turned away from him, but felt his warmth as he edged closer. She didn’t kiss him back?
“Max.” Liz raked her fingers through her long dark brown hair. “ I don’t know what you’re thinking but whatever it is you are wrong. How do you know I didn’t kiss him back?” Liz traced the cosmic pattern of flowers on the sofa’s pillow.

“ I know this because your lips would have pushed back on his.”
“You’re a sick man Max. Do you always perv on your brother to see if girls kiss him back?” Liz sat on the sofa and placed the pillow on her lap.

“No.” Max sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Liz.
“ Yeah, I am so going to believe that,” Liz seethed. “ You should go now.”
“No. I am not leaving,” Max said and crossed his arms.
“Like I said before, Max,” Liz pointed her index finger at him, “You should go now!”
Liz eyed him, a signal for him to leave her alone. Max didn’t take the hint, he just smirked and chuckled to himself.

Liz huffed and realized she would have to take drastic measures if she was ever going to make her point. Liz shot up from the couch, whirled around as her dark brown hair whipped to one side.
“ Look Max if you didn’t get it before I SAID…”
It happened all over again. His lips brushed against hers, gently tugging her bottom lip, guiding Liz to mold her body with his own. “No!” Liz repeated again and again in her mind. However Liz could not deny the part of her that still had a small soft spot for Max.
Yes, The inner voice chanted.

No, Liz thought back. I’m better than this…
Max’s wandering arms traced the hem of her tank top. Very slowly he nudged the tank upwards, reaching for her bra.

“St- (Liz broke off the kiss)-op, Max please?” Liz gasped for the air. Liz felt the tiny threads from the sofa trickle her back. Wait a moment, Liz thought. How the heck did she end up on the couch? Liz felt the warm puffs of air caressing her cheek. Max’s thumb traced Liz’s bottom lip before kissing her again, looping his arms around her waist. Hang on, Liz thought. Max’s on top of me! On the couch! Oh crap! Oh crap!
Liz bit on his tongue which, somehow managed to be down her throat in a nice kind of way that Liz was not trying to think about. Max groaned and abruptly ended the kiss.

“What the hell did you do that for?” He said, touching the tip on his tongue to check for blood.
“What the hell did I do that for?” Liz huffed as her eyes turned to burnt coal.
“What the hell did I do that for? Well how can you explain to me why you are lying on top of me like you are in third base?”

“Well,” Max touched his chin. “I kissed you, then you moaned, then we sort of let nature take its course,” He smiled.

“Nature takes its course?” Liz was puzzled. “Nature takes its course… Oh you! And why did you say we? There is no we here. Nope! It was all you! All you! All…”
The word ‘you’ was cut off because Max kissed her again, starting with her lower lip then focusing his attention on the top lip. Oh crap, Liz thought and rolled over, rolling herself and Max off the couch so they hit their heads on the coffee table with a loud thud.
“Owwie,” Liz said and rubbed her head.

“ Who’s in pain now?” Max groaned, also rubbing his head, slowly pulling Liz’s body over his. Why am I trembling? Liz asked herself. She should hate him right now. Throwing darts at his chest or making miniature voodoo of him. Instead she was inches from his swollen lips, swollen from kissing and feeling tremors through her body. She watched her fingertips shake
rapidly.
“This is so wrong. It’s not funny anymore,” Liz whispered. Max touched her hand and stroked his thumb over hers.

“ I know, but can’t we just, you know as they say ‘Go with the flow’?” Max asked.
“G-o with… er… the… the flow?” Liz stuttered.
Max nodded. His hands closed around her face, pulling her closer to him.
“I know I’m going to regret this.” Liz stared into his amber eyes and smiled. She moved closer and closer and then…..

Liz kicked him in the groin again. A terracotta pot plant smashed on his scruffy, dark hair. “ How dare you come in her and…. rape me!” Liz shouted.

“Rape?” Max panicked, “ Who said anything about rape?”
Liz watched Max slowly edge away from her in panic mode.
Finally, Liz thought. We are getting somewhere…
“Hello.” A chilled voice interrupted their fight. The smell of cat urine returned. That must mean that Imogen was standing right behind her, Liz mused. She was right. Imogen stood between them and ushered them to stand up and they obeyed for her eyes were cold as stone.

“What seems to be the problem?” Imogen asked.
“ He kissed me!” Liz said. She pointed her index finger at Max.
“So?” Imogen shrugged her shoulders.
“He ripped off the ice-blue halter top that I…” Liz stopped in mid sentence.
“Yes?” Imogen crossed her skeleton arms.

“ That I wore the other night,” Liz sheepishly finished.
The rain outside the house pounded down and tapped on all the windows. A white flash blocked everything outside. The rain turned into a thunderstorm.

It was ironic how the thunderstorm erupted at the same time Imogen exploded in anger. Liz almost felt pity for Max as he once again had his family jewels crushed by Imogen’s left spider hand. Liz had a sense of déjà vu when Max was on the floor, screaming in pain.

“That was for ruining my top,” Imogen fumed.
Max didn’t think twice. He left the house along with his brother’s jacket and entered the pouring rain and loud thunder. Liz had never seen Max run for his life before, but she felt a sense of justice after what he had done to her at the old soap factory.

“As for you missy!” Imogen violently shoved Liz to the ground with a hard bump, bruising her arms in the process. “ I am going to give you sheer hell. Starting right now…”


posted on 20-Dec-2002 6:02:04 PM by Venus_star2.com
so what did you think??

is getting kicked in the grion more than once enough for Max evans??? LOL


rachel
posted on 23-Dec-2002 5:10:31 AM by Venus_star2.com
I know I should make him suffer but this is how the sory goes for brroklyn ( Liz)

hey - maybe I'll add more bits to make it more Roswell like?
should I
but you will realise that it was not orginally in the story


rachel
posted on 1-Jan-2003 1:20:56 AM by Venus_star2.com
hey guys I am glad you liked it


I just thought of adding like chapter seven- or something. I am still thinking about it but I will come up with something


be back later with the next chapter

ps- what do you guys think of Xander ( Alex)


posted on 3-Jan-2003 6:49:15 AM by Venus_star2.com
Lady_Without_ a clue - Thanks for saying that you loved it! and I'll answer your question in a sec!!!

Twilighteyes1947- Thankyou for saying that you loved it and it gave me knowlege that you got the 'gist' of the story


okay so I can't remeber who said but to answer questions- here are my answers!!!

Imogen Parker's Age

well in this book it is unknown but you are left to belive that she is older than Jeannie- and obiovsly older than Liz but I guess if I have to put an age- 22 years old

Why can't she buy another shirt? isn't she rich?

well in fact- yes she stinking rich! and she desgined the ice blue halter top but that's what older sister's do?
she was being a big bitch!

and this ordeal happened to me... I ruined my sister's halter top- it was pink- the hem and some stiching came loose when I took it off- she gave me hell and I decided to put my ordeal in here- and yes my punishment was not cleaning the house but to pay half for the top- I can't remeber how much it was but the look on her face...

Is Liz Adopted

Sadly no.... but shows you that only Alex and LIz were the good ones that came out of that batch!!!

I'll come back a nit to answer questions- I suddenly forgot what there were
posted on 3-Jan-2003 7:03:46 AM by Venus_star2.com
okay thakns for the replies- this was a novella story that I sent in for a competition- minus the roswell names

note- the Safari club is a club in LA- I got the adreess to make it seem more real since I have not left Australia shores

******

Chapter 5

It was Wednesday evening when Liz groggily awoke from her slumber. Liz whimpered as she bent forward on her bruised arms and legs. From Monday evening to all through Tuesday Liz was worked to the core. Imogen’s room was spotless and ever piece of mirror was clean enough to see her dainty little face. The mansion had never been this clean.

Liz didn’t know half of them rooms existed when she was forced to clean everything down to the rusty nails in the floor boards with a bucket of soapy water and an old tooth brush.

In between the chores and slaving over the stove Liz focused on something else. Her feelings for Max and his older brother Michael were something that Liz didn’t want to face. She knew that sooner or later they would figure out that they both kissed her. Then she would be asked to make a choice, who does she like?

That was a tough question because Liz liked Michael and also Max for their own qualities. Michael had an amazing sense of humour that Liz always needed when crisis struck. He was also an understanding person and loyal when necessary.

However Max was opposite. He was dangerous and wild. With his dark hair slicked back by the wind he always had a curious smile on his lips. A part of Liz craved shelter, loyal and comfort that Michael gave her but the other part of her cried out for treachery and danger that Max eagerly gave. However there was also the fact that Max betrayed her when Michael did not.

Liz did admit to herself that sometimes Michael could be smothering and annoying when Max was wild and independent.

What am I supposed to do? Liz thought. Choose? But whom should she choose… Max or Michael? This was all too confusing to Liz. It caused a headache to erupt. Liz clenched her teeth to block out the pain inside her brain. Waltzing down the hallway Liz smelled her own stench from sleeping in all day long, wafting in methane waves. Gross, Liz whined. I need a shower..


So this is what it felt like to be sweet sixteen. Whoever said it was a joyous occasion lied. Not only did she miss the whole day but also Michael probably thought she wasn’t going out because of last night, which was not true. Liz glanced at the green polka dot cat-clock in the kitchen. 6:15 pm. Great, Liz thought

with vengeance. I don’t have any time to celebrate. Her fingers tapped with annoyance on the kitchen bench. she felt a thin silk material weave through her clenched fingers. She picked up a green Indian scarf.

“ I was beginning to worry.” It was Isabel’s sweet voice that echoed in the dim light.
Liz, half asleep lazily spun towards the voice. “ Xander told me to get you ready almost an hour ago. Another fifteen minutes I would have come in with my bagpipes.” Isabel flipped on the light switch and Liz flinched.

Rubbing the crusts from her eyes she saw a content Isabel resting her left arm on the kitchen bench. She had her wavy honey blonde hair billowing around her green sweater, her loose blue hipsters stretched around her growing stomach. “ I’ll help you get ready for the Safari Club.”

“The Safari Club? Isn’t that the most dangerous club in Roswell?” Liz remembered hearing from school mates that the Safari Club had had goats roaming around corridors. Isabel had a black plastic bag in her left hand. She shoved the bag towards her, “ Put these on. This is half of your present from Xander and myself. Happy Birthday.”

Liz gingerly took the bag from Isabel, “ Thanks,” Isabel smiled and also had a small silver attaché case by her feet.

“What’s that for?” Liz pointed at the silver attaché case with small green swirls.
Isabel smiled, “You’ll see.”

^^^^^^^^
8:30 pm

Club Safari – 7335. Alvarado street, Roswell New Mexico
Liz couldn’t believe what she was wearing. She was wearing snake’s skin. To be more precise Liz was wearing a leather snaked patterned halter top with her hair piled on the top with a few curls around her face. She wore dark honeysuckle lipstick and pale honey eye shadow.

She also wore black leather pants sequined with silver studs. A black dog collar, a choker as Isabel called it,

was tightly fasted around her neck with the shiny spikes reflecting the silver body glitter on her face. An Indian green silk scarf covered half of her curled hair. With the green silk just meeting her eyebrows with a few wisps of hair around and under the scarf. Liz’s appearance didn’t look like a young sixteen year old.

With half of her breasts hanging out, a busty cleavage gave her the image of a flirtatious eighteen year old. A Japanese
symbol for the moon was painted on her left arm.

“Thank you so much Isabel.” Liz did one look of herself and couldn’t believe herself. It was like a whole another side to her that she never explored before. Only a faint scar was visible up close on her back. However it left a permanent mark in her heart on what happened that night.

“ I’m glad to be of service. Now go, Xander is probably thinking that you chickened out. Ask the burly bouncer for a woman called Ava Isis Gee. She has reddish hair and blue eyes.” Isabel handed her a few green bills. “ Just in case you run into trouble.”

Isabel pushed through the crowd yelling, “Pregnant woman coming through!” She hailed for a yellow cab, jumped in the taxi but not before Liz shouted, “ I’m sorry of what I said in the restaurant!” Isabel smiled and mouthed ‘okay’ then shut the door. Liz watched the yellow cab drive onto the highway towards Hill street. Liz sighed and bowed her head. Now all she had to do was ask for a woman named Ava. How can that be hard?

That is going to be hard, Liz said to herself when she noticed the long line down Alvarado street. She rubbed her bare arms as the cold night air blew down the street. The smell of alcohol and tobacco were throughout the line. Liz followed the long line of drugged, lifeless faces to a big burly black man with shoulder length dreadlocks. His nametag read ‘Jason’.

“Hi Jason,” Liz sheepishly said. Jason took no notice of her. Liz mentally kicked herself as her sweat glands pumped up. Beads of sweat began to appear under her arms. Jason, wearing a puffy white vest ignored her.

Get a grip, Liz said to herself. “ Hi… I’m looking for? Isis Ava? No that’s not it..” Liz thought for a moment, “Bluishhairandredeyes!” Liz blurted out in one breath and giggled. “Wait! Blue eyes and red hair. Yep!”
Jason shook his head and muttered under his

breath, “Another one..” And pointed the entrance to the night club. It was a stairwell like Liz had at home. She ordered herself to calm down as she climbed the grand, gleaming staircase that lead from the entrance hall to the many unknown rooms above, the clacking of her footsteps mixing with the muffled chatter that filtered up from entrance hall.

There was loud music thumping from every direction and people all over the place. Walking into the main room, she could faintly see the bar in the middle, tables all around it and a dance floor outside of the tables. Looking up she saw the second floor was covered with couches, chairs and another bar.

A young beautiful Russian woman around five foot five with her reddish-brown hair smiled and stood beside her. Her blue eyes flickered from blue to purple from the disco lights.

The Russian woman smiled, “Hi. My name is Ava Isis Gee. I am the owner of Club Safari and also the new bar in west side La Flamingo Deluxe.” Ava was wearing blue string cargo pants and a simple white Singlet with Egyptian writing around her chest. Liz’s head was already throbbing from the extremely loud hip hop music. A dusty red barstool was the only one empty. It next to a young man wearing a leather jacket. Ava tapped on the chair. “Stay here. I am going to get Xander.

Meanwhile Azreal, my boyfriend, will serve you any drink…” then Ava added in her thick Russian accent, “Anything for the birthday girl.” Ava was about to leave when she squealed.

“ Oh… almost forgot something. No threesomes! And that includes goats and sheep!”
Ava ran into the mob of dancing limbs and left Liz speechless. No threesomes? Liz thought. This was worse than the Chinese restaurant, Liz muttered under her breath.


Liz heard a slight hiss when she sunk into the red barstool. A man in his thirties with cerulean eyes and bight blue hair asked, “What will it be?” His skin was like a vampire.


“She’ll have a tequila sunrise,” the man next to her answered. The darkness of the nightclub shielded his face from her view. “ It’s on me.”

Azreal nodded and went away to mix the alcoholic drink. The music changed from hip hop to techno and the crowd applauded, forming a drunken conga line.

It seemed to Liz that the Safari club was parallel with some of the old soap factory parties. Liz almost expected to hear her friend Maria screaming about goats. Instead the man next to her spoke huskily

“ What’s your name?” he stared at his half full martini. Eating his green olive whole. The man looked in his early twenties and reeked of smoke and hairspray. His African aftershave made Liz heave.

Where’s Xander? Where’s Ava? Laser lights reflected colours of blue and red across her face but the mysterious man was still clothed in black. Only his face was in view. “ My name is Rachel.” Liz lied. She didn’t know this stranger and she felt safer if she gave him a fake name.

“Rachel. Means Jewish lamb. How pretty you look Rachel.” The man was wearing tinted shades but Liz knew he was staring at her busty cleavage. “My name is Lex.”

“Lex.” She let the name roll off her tongue. Her tequila sunrise arrived. It was in a small vase with three colours. Red, peach and yellow with chunks of crushed ice and a long red straw. Lex had short black hair with bangs

covering over his tinted blue shades. He had a blue stud in his left eyebrow. Underneath his black leather jacket lex wore a button down pale blue shirt with the first two buttons undone. His bronze chest peaked through as his white round teeth grinned at her cleavage. “You come here often?”

Liz shrugged her shoulder, pulled her snake halter top upwards to cover some of her breasts. “ Yeah,” she meekly said.

Liz had to admit that this guy was attractive but at the same time Lex frightened her.
Lex hopped off his bar stool an advanced to where Liz was slowly slurping her drink.

He inched closer until her nose was touching hers. “ Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna feel ya up.” He took off his shades to reveal two cheeky blue eyes.

“You idiot!” Liz slapped Xander on the shoulder. “ I was beginning to think that Lex was a total creep,” referring to his disguise. “ I thought he was cute…”
“Well I had to see if my sis could handle herself. She passed!” Xander smiled.

“ I’m flattered that you find me attractive but sorry sis…. I’m taken!” he joked. Xander’s face was now smooth and his longish dark hair covered some of his blue eyes. His silver stud in his tongue winked in the disco lights. He had changed. Xander took a swing of her tequila sunrise and sat back on his barstool but

immediately groaned when a woman with hot pink hair, a eyebrow ring with a chain connecting to her nose ring headed this way. “ It’s Lonnie,” he whispered. “ My unhappy ex-girlfriend.”

Liz snorted. “ What happened?”
“I chose Isabel instead of her,” he replied. “ They used to be my best friends. Isabel being the book worm and Lonnie was a party animal but one night they both kissed me and I had to choose.”

Somehow his situation reminded her of the situation she was now in with Max and Michael. “ So how did you choose?” Maybe Xander had some advice they she could put to use for once.

Xander shrugged. “ Life is a two sided mirror. It’s only once that we see both sides.” Then he added. “ Don’t worry Liz the answer will come to you when you least expect it.” Xander in some way realised what was going on. “ So who are the two lucky guys?”

Liz inwardly groaned. “Max and Michael.”
Xander hissed. “ That’s a tough one but do you know how I came to realise that I loved Isabel?”
Liz nodded. Yes, she chanted. She wanted to know how he chose Isabel over the party animal who eyed them both with crossed arms.

“ Isabel is what you guys say a loser in high school. She spent most of her life in books. I was a drug addict with a desire to steal. One time Ms Thompson, our English teacher paired us together. At first I really hated her. I thought she was a teacher’s pet.” Xander reminisced about the old days, he snorted then went on by saying. “ But as I got to know her. Day by day things got interesting when she was around. Trust me Liz. Marry a writer. Your life will never be boring. Anyway Isabel started helping me getting off my drug addiction to ecstasy and pot. Lonnie Vandalia was my druggie friend. She hated the fact that I was sober and spending my lunches with the geek, ugly girl when she was the most popular girl at West Roswell High. One night Isabel and I kissed and it was fireworks,” Xander sighed as his amber eyes twinkled in the disco lights.

“Then Tess kissed me and it was nothing compared to Isabel Crane. From then on I started to date the most freakiest and the worst loser in the whole school and married her. Liz, you must realise that everyone has another side. Until you see that side how can you trust your personal thoughts, feelings with that person?”

Xander stopped his spiel and gulped down some more of his martini then groaned in pain.

“ I just found out an hour ago that I am going to have a son. The thought scares me to death but being with Isabel. Seeing the dorkie side and her sexier side made me fall deeper in love with her. I’m thinking of calling my son Connor.”

“Do you think you made the right decision?”
Xander arched his eyebrows, “Isabel has done some things I wasn’t proud of. She cheated on me once. However, she was told I slept with Lonnie. So after a while we eventually got back together but It wasn’t easy…. Trust me.”

Liz nodded and focused on the black bench top. “What happened to your accent?”

Xander touched her chin and made her look at his face. “I got rid of it… for tonight that is. Tomorrow is another story.” Xander nudged her shoulder playfully. Liz smiled and squeezed his hand quickly.

She started to feel a bit safer in this night club, knowing that Xander was with her. Nothing could go wrong now. Lonnie stood in front of them for a while, saying nothing but Liz knew Lonnie wanted Xander intimately just by looking into her blue eyes. Lonnie Vandalia swayed her jagged pink hair to one side.

“Hi Xander. You seem tense. Do you need any Panadol?
“Why would I need any Panadol?” Xander rubbed his temples.

Liz strained to hear what they were saying with the loud, thumping music all around her. Plus it was extremely hard to see anything in the night club where the only lights were the one’s hanging above them.

“ I heard that it was Liz’s sweet sixteen. You wouldn’t want to be a drag and have a bad headache would ya?”
Xander looked puzzled, but then nodded.

“ I’ll have a Panadol too,” Liz said to a smiling Lonnie. Two seconds later she arrived with two white cylindrical, long tablets with the edged bevelled and a single punch mark on one side. Two chilled glasses with water and a slice of lemon were placed on the bench. “ On the house.”

Liz placed the two tablets on her tongue and gulped them down with water. The water tasted stale and was thick with dust.

Liz gagged and held her throat. When her throat was clear she wiped little droplets of water from her chin. Lonnie walked away with a big smile on her face.

Xander had his arms on the table as he shook his head. Liz’s favourite song pumped through the speakers.

She squealed. “ Gomez!” She placed out her left hand covered in seven green and black bracelets to Xander. “So whipped,” he said before taking her hand, and they joined the drunken conga line on the dance floor.

Meanwhile Lonnie watched on with a smile on her face. “Let the fun begin. I’ll teach you for not choosing me your wife. Then maybe I would be having your baby and not Isabel.” Lonnie smiled at the ecstasy tablets she recently handed to Xander and his sister.

Little did she know that the label did not read ecstasy but diazepam.

Liz swayed her hips to the fast beat while Xander copied her movements, mocking her at her lame dance moves. Her breathing came in short gasps as her hair became damp from sweat. Her eyelids suddenly felt heavy as the song ended.

Her legs became heavy as stone when she walked alongside Xander to the bar. Her stomach clenched in pain. Liz griped softly as she crossed her arms over her abdomen.

“ Man..” Xander whispered. A white goat paddled along the dance floor near Xander and Liz. The name tag read ‘Dolly’ and was fastened around its pink collar. Liz remembered Isabel saying something about goats but this was ridiculous. Even more ridiculous was Xander getting aroused by the goat.

What? Liz heavily thought. She rubbed her brain. How many hours did she sleep again? Six? Five? Her index finger vigorously rubbed her sore temples

“Hi Isabel!” He shouted at the goat. “ I thought you weren’t coming.” He listened for a while, as if the goat was replying. “ Oh..” He giggled like a little school girl.
Liz saw Lonnie walk past the bar. She fumbled her legs, tripped over the red barstool and tapped Lonnie on her tattooed shoulder but she swore she saw Max Evans was looking down at her from the second floor.

“What the hell did you give him?” Liz asked, a side ways glance she saw Max waving back at her.

He wore a white shirt with Egyptian writing and blue cargo pants.
“Something to loosen him up.” She threw her a small packet filled with white capsules. “ Diazepam?”
Xander was laughing and caressing the goat’s wet fur in a cheeky manner. “I didn’t know you wanted it like that Isabelze wizzy.” To Liz everything seemed to be much slower than five hours ago. Maybe it was the Panadol kicking in?

Liz tapped Xander on the shoulder. “We gotta go.” It seemed almost an eternity to make her lips mouth the three simple words.

Xander patted Dolly’s wet behind. “Not with out my wife.”
Fine, Liz thought. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “ We will have to find a room then.”

Holding Xander’s grimy hand and the goat’s horn in the left hand the three wondered around the night club. The smell like sweaty pigs and cows were everywhere. Liz saw Max follow their every move. Liz’s head buzzed with static when the piled into the long hallway named ‘dulia’ the make-out rooms as Isabel warned Liz about before.

“ Come on. My brother wants to get off a goat so buzz off.” Liz pounded her fists on the wooden door. Tiny splinters pierced her petite skin. The people behind the wooden door laughed and went back to groaning each others name.
“ Honnnneyy?” Xander slurred to the goat. “ Look at Liz pounding on the wall.”

The wall? Liz thought. She turned around to see Xander kissing the goat’s nose. The goat was half asleep in Xander’s embrace. “ What do you mean?” She whirled around , expecting to see a wooden door with brass numbers but was met with stripped blue paint. The smell of vegemite filled her nose. The goat started to nibble on her sweaty hair.

“ Isabelze likes you!” Xander hideously laughed and started to bang his head vigorously against the ancient walls. Chunks of blue paint fell like snowflakes around Liz’s head.

Liz tipped over Xander’s left shoe and landed head first in a puddle of beer, or at least Liz thought it was beer. Xander helped her get on her two legs that had become slippery jelly.

“What’s up?” It was Max Evans, dusting off bits of dust off his white shirt.
“What the hell are you-“ Liz pointed. “ doing here..” Her head felt a little whimsy. Maybe it was the air but she felt her body was weightless as a feather.

“No. It’s Ava.” Max said. His voice echoed all around Liz’s ears. She couldn’t smell his rainforest aftershave he usually wore.

Xander suddenly vomited all over the goat’s fur. Max’s eyes widened. “Someone call an ambulance.” Max’s voice was so far away. Max’s face flicked. Amber eyes changed to blue then to amber again. Blood flooded her ear drums. She saw Max fade into blobs of colour then fade back into normal. In and out every second.

“Liz, I got a letter for ya?” Xander kissed the goats fur. Orange vomit dribbled down his chin.
“ Talk about it later..” Liz closed her eyes. Whatever it was. The white pill or her lack of sleep she closed her eyes and waited to feel the floorboards underneath her sweaty body.



*****

what did you think??????

feed back??

and thakns for reading this- it really means ALOT!!!!

posted on 9-Jan-2003 12:44:29 AM by Venus_star2.com
Hey guys- I thought I will give you a little bit of part six - it might answer your questions or might even confuse you!- thanks for the replies

and the answer to Ava or MAx- it was Ava ( notice they were wearing the same clothes??)

****


Chapter 6 A


“Hi Max. It’s me Liz.”
“Oh-yeah,” came a hesitant reply.
“I was wondering if you guys were doing anything this Friday morning?” Liz’s voice was calm. A muffled sob echoed around her room as Isabel pulled out another tissue.
“ Why?”
“Looks like old Aunt Floe needs your cello playing after all..”
^^^^^


okay so soemthing happened- read chapter five again and you might notice a few clues

so I guess I will tell you might favourite characters- are Xander, becasue having a punk brother would be amusing... to me that is


and???? well I guess Brooklyn but I like Maria- the druggie friend becasue I have a friend like that ( who says werid stuff)

anyway I will post chapter 6 B later- when a few people have replied.
Rachel

posted on 12-Jan-2003 10:25:29 PM by Venus_star2.com
quote:
DreamAngel LPLB originally wrote:
This is a very original story. I'm not really confused, unless I'm missing something big, but I have to say that this story, please don't take offense to this, is seriously fucked up. I like fucked up stuff, so don't think that I don't like your story, because I do. It's a lot more interesting than a lot of things I've read. Please post part 6B, because 6A was nothing.

Kelly



fucked up??????- okay point taken so I will try and not take offense-

rachel
posted on 12-Jan-2003 10:31:25 PM by Venus_star2.com
Authors note- Alright I am a bit scared of posting this part- mainly becasue no one has guessed this ending! but I will explain that part later alright!

^^^^^

Chapter six B

The sounds of a solo cello heavily bowed the strings, accompanied by a grand piano striking most of the black ivory keys. Liz had her face behind an amplified microphone.

A small crowd watched her compose herself, ready to open her mouth and sing. “Look at me and tell me who I am…why I am…what I am…” Liz sung a melancholy song that reminded her of Alexander. She trembled as the cello bounced between strings with Michael, who was playing the piano. He signaled her in encouragement to go on. “ Call me a fool… and it’s true I am…. I don’t know who I am..”

A single black coffin was carried by Azreal, her father Geoff and two of Xander’s friends. Single stem white roses were placed on top of the black marble coffin while her father simply stared at the coffin in disbelief. In all these years her parents had something to complain about and now that reason was gone.

Xander died in hospital over a drug overdose. Apparently drinking alcohol with diazepam is a dangerous game. Even with the right amount. Liz was on the death bed too if it wasn’t for his sister Imogen. She supplied enough blood that saved her life. Liz wished she was in a coffin like Xander. That way she didn’t have to experience the emptiness and nothingness while she sang at his funeral.

Lonnie Vandalia was nowhere to be seen. The police were still hunting for her but it wouldn’t bring back her brother Xander. The only item she had left to remind her of Xander was his two sided mirror necklace.

“Now all my dreams are just memories…” Liz heavily breathed in. “Faded never to be..” No matter how mach she wanted to not a single tear was shed as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

Isabel was devastated on hearing Xander’s demise that she was admitted to Greendale hospital. Fearing on what effect it would have on the baby Isabel was not allowed to go to her husband’s funeral. Liz promised Isabel that she would visit her after the funeral.
However, there was one issue she had to face before leaving the funeral.

As Max and Michael packed up their things Liz blurted out the words she practiced in front of the mirror this morning. “ Until this blows over I will have to have no contact with you…”
Liz watch their faces fall. “ I think its wise of me not to rush into things ever since…Xander died,” she said that part to herself. She still believed that this was all just a dream. Liz felt a huge lump in her throat. She wasn’t going to break down again… she wasn’t…“Until then I can only be a close friend.”

Her long black sequined dress flapped against the howling wind. Liz’s black bonnet covered the scar she received from hitting head first onto a shard of glass. She didn’t know how that happened but was told it occurred when Ava and her boyfriend tried to get her downstairs in the night club.

Liz managed to fumble out of their grasp and run straight through a glass mirror next to the bar. Liz was also told that she was so far gone she kept screaming at the doctor, who she believed was Tess Harding. The hallucinations faded after a few hours. That was when she was broken with the news that her brother died almost an hour ago in a coma.

“We understand. I’ll call you tomorrow” Michael said. “I’ll go load up the van.” He left Max alone with Liz.
“ Still sore?” She asked.
“What do you think?”
“Sorry about that,” Liz whispered.
“It’s okay,” Max smirked. “ I would have done the same thing to myself if I were you..”

Liz’s smile faded as her mind was flooded with Xander’s words. Maybe Max was telling the truth? What if Tess had said that she was dating Michael to Max?
“ If you need anyone to talk to. Please call…” Max said. “ I will wait for you..”

Liz started to cry and Max folded his arms around her. Her feelings were too much to bear. It had to be a dream, Liz thought. She was going to wake up soon and see her brother throw pop corn at her and realize it’s casual day. However that will never happen.


Her sobbed rocked through her tired body. Max’s soothing hands gently swayed her as they sunk to the ground. She couldn’t even think.


The only close thing she had to family was Alex. That part was now gone from her life…. Forever. Liz buried her face in Max’s chest and for a few moments she escaped everything and focused only on Max’s beating heart.


^^^^^^

Chapter seven

It was noon when Liz arrived at the hospital to visit Isabel. The baby was fine but she was kept under close supervision just in case. Liz hated hospitals. Everyone Liz saw was bathed in pain.

It reminded her of Xander. Her arms were trembling as she folded out a letter the paramedics had found in his jacket address to her. Inside was his favourite necklace that she now wore- the two sided mirror necklace.

Dear Liz

It’s expected as an older brother to hand down advice that would help you succeed in Life ahead of you. The necklace you are now currently wearing was made by an old man in Hiroshima. It was given to me to help with my journey of self discovery… more about that later…. The two symbols mean left and right. This is my advice to you Liz…

Life is a two sided mirror. It’s only once that we see both sides at the same time..
What ever you do- don’t go around in life judging people on what they wear or what they look like. There is a whole other side, waiting to be discovered. So may advice is to live your life knowing that nothing is what it seems- look at it from a different angle.

Everyone has another side including you and Imogen. Even the brainiest of people have a wild side. Even the bitch called Tess has another side..... So I want you to look on the other side. It may help you one day when you are in the hardest point in your life or choosing the right friend.

If you don’t go around and look at situations from both sides then you will miss out on the most beautiful thing in life like my soul mate Isabel.

People hide from each other so how do we know a person without seeing both sides? That’s all I can give besides my unconditional love and my big brother protection.
Love

Xander

PS: you can call me Alex if you want

Folding up the piece of paper into a little square Liz allowed her tears to fall freely.
Isabel was lying awake in her bed. There was no life in her at all. Except her eyes. They were permanently red from tears. She seemed so lost.

That made Liz even more depressed. Knowing that Xander’s last moments were spent with her, instead of his wife.
“What ever happens, I’ll be here every step of the way,” said Liz sitting on Isabel’s bed. She touched Isabel’s stomach. “And for my nephew,” she softly added, “I…”

“I would like you to meet my parents some time,” Isabel said, breaking into tears. “I know you will love them as much as Alex did.”

“Shh, it will be okay.” Liz rubbed her hand over her swollen stomach. “ Have you decided to give your son a name?” Liz placed a box of tissue next to Isabel.
“Yes,” Came a small reply…

“What is it?” Liz handed Isabel a tissue.
“ I am going to call him Xander….” Isabel blew her red nose until specks of blood appeared on her white gown.

Liz bowed her head and traced a Japanese kanji on the necklace and remembered Xander’s advice from his letter: Life is a two sided mirror. It is only once that we see both sides at the same time…



The End


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posted on 12-Jan-2003 10:37:12 PM by Venus_star2.com
what did you guys think?

if! and this is a major if! if you want me to continue- where I left off ( I.e find out who Liz chooses then please post your comment about a another chapter)


**** orignally this story had a word limti of 20 000 words and I hit halfway through the 19 000 mark***

I will let you guys know if I won anything for this story- beacsue I sent it in a competition

first prize three thousand dollars!

but I have kept me mind neautral on this



please post what you think- what ever comes to mind

and if you want to know why I chose xander to die? then you can post that too- as a question

and if you didn't like this story- that's alright too

rachel

and thank you for reading

posted on 13-Jan-2003 6:45:55 PM by Venus_star2.com
quote:
LizHalliwell originally wrote:
NO, I can't believe Xander died! He was my favourite character *sad*Drugs are terrible. At least Isabel has a baby, that will make her strong. I want to know if Liz chose Max or Michael.
Great fic, I hope you'll win



hey thanks- I hope I win too but I have to keep my mind neautral- anyway

Liz who orignally was called Brooklyn- well in this situation I kinda left it hanging kinda saying that Connor( Max) would have a better chance than his brother....


I am still thinking about writing another part but it might be a while beacause I have to think which way to go.......

Did anyone like the letter Xander wrote???? that part took me a little time but I hope it sends my message across that you just can not judge people by race, colour or how they act until you have seen the real 'them'


rachel

ps- wow yeah I cried as I wrote the part- well it was like "maybe I shouldn't do that" but what's done is done...

I'm glad you liked it!*bounce*
posted on 13-Jan-2003 6:48:53 PM by Venus_star2.com
quote:
Twilighteyes1974 originally wrote:
Wow! Alright......... You had to give me a minute to wipe the tears out of my eyes. I thought maybe for like 2 seconds that Alex died but I thought no, she just still under the effect of the drugs....... WOW!

You have to continue. I want to know who she picks. I want to know how her family treats her now. I want to know how she going to deal. The blood at the end with Isabel? You have to come back!

Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



It was Imogen who gave Liz the blood- beacsue Imogen had the same type of blood. But I thought it would be heartbreaking for isabel beacsue she couldn't go to her husbands funeral...

rach
ps- as for coming back- you have to wait and see
posted on 13-Jan-2003 6:50:05 PM by Venus_star2.com
I thought about it and yeas I will write anthoer part- but only to close off the loose ends- MAx and Micahel and her family or else this could go on and on and on



rachel
posted on 16-Jan-2003 7:13:58 PM by Venus_star2.com
I am thinking- I am! that I could turn this into a sequeal?

like the character brooke ( LIz) could investigate into her family more- find out why imogen is so cold and why jeannie is- well jeannie

I could do this but first I am going to revise my first fic and make it better!
posted on 22-Jan-2003 7:14:21 AM by Venus_star2.com
quote:
LizHalliwell originally wrote:
I vote for a sequel *big*. A sequel with Max and Liz *tongue*


okay that's one vote for a sequeal- grins. I am still at the drawing baord and I got school next week. I am in senior school that means evil exams and roswell is at midnight for this week and arrrgh. I'll get back to you- it won't been in months - be like three days but you will know when there is another chapter... somehow


in australia we are up to **who died and made you king.**



rach

thanks for posting feed back. I don't know when I get a notice if I won or not but please keep your fingers crossed. becasue I don't know if all six chapters of the novella were good.

*sad*

posted on 27-Jan-2003 12:54:32 AM by Venus_star2.com
okay.

bad news- I have school tommmorow. bloody senior year


good news. sequeal. well you'll have an update by sunday. I have to write a few drafts first. but still the guy- brooklyn picks? well...... you'll wait and see


be back soon

posted on 29-Jan-2003 6:05:42 AM by Venus_star2.com
Authors note: hey guys!!!! out of all the stories I picked you!!! (big cheers) okay I need to explain somethign that might sound lame but I did this instead of year 11 biology.

in australia there is a new comedy. I have no idea what's it about but the add said that many people don't swear but if I can make you think of a swear word its funny?, you chuckle and thanks funny?
okay so the question is

What ryhmes with Truck and you will need a Dock in order bump the ditch?

get the picture.

for some reason I kept thinking of this and at school someone made a candle wick and everyone was saying how big the wick was... long and thick and it was weeping....

anyway I put this as a little theme for the next few chapters.... its me trying to be funny but I failed.


and BTW Mrs Hwakins does exsist and she is a mega Bi#Ch


and this hasn't been edited. I just wrote this listening to aqua. Doesn't the image of MAx siging lyrics from Aqua make you laugh???


okay! on with the show

*********

Chapter 8 A

“I can make you swear,” Maria had whispered, half asleep. Her sugar lollipop saliva dribbled down her green lipstick lips and made a little pool on her dainty singer’s hands.

“ I wish you my lollipop. ….. come with my honey I’m your sweet sugar candy man…” Max belted out the tunes as he listened to his MP3, for the fifth bloody time today. His tousled dark curls were beginning to annoy Liz while they waited aimlessly for their new I.T Teacher.

Which was a drag, it was beginning to feel like summer in Roswell. Even though it was still only April. It was the rare dry heat that made everyone feel like battered chickens in the fryer, slowly roasting in their own greasy fat.

“ I can make you think of a swear word with out me saying it,” Maria’s shoulder length hair had been dyed. It was bright neon pink. It clashed with her blue plaid uniform skirt and senior’s white shirt. And the fact that Max had been humming the word “ come with me honey” and “Don’t take my roses away” for the past half an hour Liz was about to crack.

The next person who annoyed her would experience pain only reserved for her new arch enemy Tess Harding .
“ Are you gay?” someone in our tech class asked Max.. Maria answered for him.


“Max is not gay. He’s just likes to indulge once or twice,” Maria’s delirious green eyes, that seemed more greener than before flashed a devious look in her eyes.
Max just rolled his eyes and switched off his Discman. His white shirt hung loosely from his dark school pants. His back leant against the grey boxed sized lockers. The little black combination locks rattled like snake bones against his tattered grey bag, covered in graffiti.

“Yeah, Maria and Liz ate carpet last night He muttered to the redhead next to him. The red head laughed softly. Liz nipped him on his goofy ears with her forefinger. Her doe eyes flashing with anger. Maria was in her own fantasy world with fluffily hotdogs and neon tights.

“ Owwie,” He winched. Liz wasn’t kidding when she said she was annoyed. She missed her bus twice this week, everyone’s sending her baby’s breath flowers for her wheelchair belly dancer, Aunty Floe and Imogen placed her red underwear amongst all her white clothes(except her uniform) and now everything she owned is now a placid, putrid pink that resembled Maria’s three day old strawberry milkshake she smelt in her refrigerator yesterday.

“I’m not in the mood, Maria,” Liz muttered to her friend. Her dark brown hair frayed at her ends, patches of invisible sweat marks stuck like a second skin. But they stuck like meatloaf. Liz wrinkled her nose as she was engulfed with flaming sweat pigs as the new teacher finally arrived, she was overweight and a treks fan. Her space age pin was pinned to her left collar of her pink Hawaiian shirt.

“ GO inside and sit down,” The lady began to speak garbage to herself as she waddled towards her small box office. She was more focused on her bright yellow briefcase clasped between her round thighs.

Liz and Max were the lat two to enter inside the air conditioned room. They both slouched at the feel of cool air against their sweaty skin. The only free seats were at the back. Next to Maria and Sara-Marie.

Max and Liz huffed over to the last two seat and sat down, glad to have the weight of their backs of their sweaty backs. Liz switched on her computer. It beeped and a soft hummed filled her ears as Max slid on his earphones and started singing lyrics from guns and roses.
“Eh!” Maria burped, wriggled her blue painted fingers in front og Liz’s face. “ I can make you think of a swear word. What rhymes with Buck?”

Max was half listening to their conversation. He gave a hard whack to Maria’s big ball of pink hair.
Whack!

“Ouch!” Maria rubbed her head as tears seeped from her eyes. “ The Candy man hit me!,” Maria edged away from Liz and Sara- Marie tried to stop herself from laughing but a smile broke across her face.

“It’s truck, you nitwit,” Max said to Maria who was next to Liz and Sara-Marie.
“Max is not the Candy man. Or that’s debatable” Liz lowered her head to Maria, then whipped around to face Max. Half of her dried dark hair covered her flushed face..
“ And she’s not a nitwit. I know what rhymes with truck,” Liz eyed Max and poked her tongue out. “ I’m not stupid.” As the Teacher walked back in, her steaming red beetroot face silenced everyone from chattering away. The teacher flopped her floppy arms. But everyone heard Max’s last words.

“Then truck me, Liz.” Max chuckled. Liz clenched her hands together. She didn’t get to say anything though. She was interrupted by the loud fog horn erupting from the teacher’s opaque mouth.

“What part of ‘Go in and sit down’ did you not understand!” She screeched. “ Did I say turn on the computer?” The teacher said as she eyed the class with fifty percent with their computer’s switched on.

Joanne Richards stood up with her long crimson hair and crystal blue eyes. Her voice sounded petite like the rest of her body was. “ Mr Stewart always allowed us to turn on the computers and surf the net while he got his work together,”

The teacher’s round face with orange frizzled hair fumed, “ I don’t care what Mr Stewart did ! You are in my class and you obey by my rules.” She dropped her yellow ward files on her private desktop and own pink laptop. She pulled out a blue marker and began to write on the white black board at the front of the classroom.
Sara-Marie mouthed the word “Bitch” as the teacher wrote her name on the board.

“My name is Mrs. Hawkins” She boomed her voice everywhere. At the same time Max had swiveled his chair closer to her. His warmth peppermint breath an inch from hers. Max drew back her long dark hair and whispered. “ I guess the song “ Hark the Herald angels sing” is not in order,”.

Liz covered her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from laughing at that thought.

“Not Ms or Miss or Missy. Just Mrs. Irena Hawkins. You will address me as Mrs. Hawkins.” Mrs. Hawkins clipped the top on the blue marker and looked for the class roll. Max was chuckling to himself.

His deep rumble Irish sound made Liz shiver, but not in a frightened way.

“ Barker, Paula,” Mrs. Hawkins said. A surly goggle was Paula’s reply as she was lip locked with her boyfriend Greg.

“Evans, Max,” She eyed over the classroom. Max waved his arm in the arm and said
“ Here Mrs. Hawkins,” Max bellowed. Still, Mrs. Hawkins waited to everyone had stopped talking until she spoke.

“Ah! I Heard about you Maxwell. As to the words you spoke earlier. There will be no trucking or clucking in my class. Or fluffing Miss PArker's feathers during this course.” Mrs. Hawkins slid on her thick black glasses, her double chin erupted into another two miniature rolls, like roosters feathers. T

he class erupted in mild laughter as another clueless teenager with brown hair and his new white shirt hanging out. His timetable in his hands. HE seemed more out of place than Maria's new Hair.

“Who are you?” Mrs. Hawkins jabbed her fingers at the new guy.
“I’m Kyle Valenti. I transferred from Wilmore High?” He waved his hands in the air as to draw attention from himself as his blue eyes looked around the room.
“I’m Mrs. Hawkins. Take a seat next to Mr. Evans. I’m sure you two will get along,” She pointed to the far back of the room. Sara-Marie and Maria waved him over and Kyle sat next to Max, his back against the wall.


“You transferred from Wilmore? That’s like got the best basketball team in Roswell?” Max whispered.
“I Know. But My father is the Sheriff and he didn’t feel like driving me half across town anymore- its a long story. Kyle Valenti,” He shook hands with Max.
“This is Liz, Sara-Marie and Mara Deluca but don’t take notice of her. She’s on drugs,” Max pointed to his close friends.

“Hey,” Maria protested.
“Anyway. Welcome to West Roswell,” Liz said and nudged Max, who chuckled and placed his hand on her thigh. Liz froze in mid laugh.
“Let us Begin,” Mrs. Hawkins stated.

_______

for some reason when Mrs Hawkins spoke I kept humming the hym- hark the herold angels sing. don't ask why? it just happened.


I hope you guys like it. and its alright to say that this attempt at comedy is lame. but I wanted a differnt theme change at the start.

rachel



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