|posted on 7-Sep-2001 7:32:28 AM by foreverdreamer|
|Title: A Dose of Déjà vu|
Category: M/L (AU fic- no aliens)
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything. One thing I’d like to own is Jason Behr. I’m a dreamer, what do you expect ! Well, this is my first real AU fic. My first real fic of anything in that case. So FB would be greatly appreciated!
What’s today? Whatever, I can’t remember.
I feel so stupid doing this. But writing in little cheesy journals just doesn’t cut it for me. I’m talking to myself…OK…well, what else can I do? Anyways, moving on…
Have you ever had one of those moments? You know, what do they call it…oh yeah.
It’s that really weird feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. A feeling that you’ve been someplace or that you’ve done something before. Or maybe you’re doing something that reminds you of something else that’s happened in some other time, or some other…whatever.
I know I know. I’m being weird. Paranoid.
Not like that’s a new thing. Must be the air or something. People have always thought I was a little weird. It’s like weird is my middle name or something.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
I guess you can say that I’m having an attack of déjà vu.
Maybe I should lay out the tracks for you. Just a little bit anyways. I’m the newest addition to the class of 2002 in West Roswell High. I moved here during summer vacation and basically didn’t leave the house unless my parents made me. In that case, I lounged around the 5 feet of grass we have in our nonexistent yard. It made for hours of endless entertainment.
Anyways, I’m starting out this new school year as a happy-go-lucky senior from good old Mills Lake, Colorado. Yeah. Right. Moving from the middle of nowhere to a slightly more well known middle of nowhere doesn’t really do much for a gal.
There’s this guy though. Well, duh. Guys are the root of all problems, or didn’t someone clue you in? Why else would I be so frigging bent out of shape? I have no clue who he is. Nor do I tend to make it my life’s mission to find out. I’m just not that kind of girl.
But he just did something. Not anything obvious. But you know how sometimes you just get those funny feelings? You know, I mean I must have repeated myself only about a million times. Déjà vu. I have to admit. He’s cute. Hot. Handsome. Pick your adjective. I only saw him from my comfortable patch of grass in my front yard, but I have eyes. I know how to use them. He’s familiar. I don’t know how. But he is. He strikes some kind of chord in me. Oh well. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again. Screw guys.
Ok, someone remind me why I’m talking to myself?
Liz Parker stood outside of West Roswell High, glaring at the building before her. Standing in a trail of car exhaust and smelling like something the cat just dragged in didn’t boost her mood too much for the first day of school.
“Someone shoot me now,” she muttered under her breath, grudgingly stepping up the flight of steps leading the front door.
Today just wasn’t going Liz’s way. In addition to waking up late, her mother was too busy getting ready for work to make her any breakfast. After throwing on the first outfit she laid hands on in her closet, in the dark, nonetheless, she left her schedule on her dresser. If that wasn’t bad enough, while being silently chauffeured to her new school, the outfit she was wearing didn’t match—she was a walking freak show with a stomach growling as loud as the Niagara Falls.
Pushing open the front door of the school was her first mistake. Liz mentally berated herself for attracting unwanted attention. Clusters of kids turned as the teenage girl tripped, and fell headfirst onto a newly waxed school floor. The smell assailed her nostrils in a definite unwelcome manner, turning her stomach. Her empty stomach.
“Great Liz. Just great.” She picked herself up, ignoring the snickering of her fellow classmates. Liz nearly sped into the main office, her face a raging red from a combination of embarrassment and anger. Liz stood there, fuming, trying to collect herself in the midst of the busy office.
“Miss? Miss? Do you need any help?”
A friendly voice shook Liz out of her rage and back into reality. A kindly looking woman stood in front of her with a confused smile on her face. “I’m Mrs. Gibbons, the secretary. Did you need something…?”
“Sorry, I must have blanked out there,” Liz mumbled apologetically. The woman didn’t seem that bad. Maybe the rest of her day wouldn’t suck as much as it was before.
“Yeah, um, is it possible for me to get a copy of my schedule? I lost mine, and I’m new here. Name’s Liz Parker.”
“Oh, no problem, my dear,” smiled Mrs. Gibbons, “You can just sit in that seat right there and I’ll go print a copy out for you. I’ll write you a pass to your first hour so you won’t be counted tardy.”
Liz managed a thin smile and sat herself down in one of the office seats. She sent a hand through her disheveled hair, emitting a small sigh before pulling out the hair tie and straightening herself up. ‘This really couldn’t get any worse.’ she thought to herself as she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail.
The door to the office squeaked open. Liz would have been happier just being alone, staring at the ground, but something made her look up. She barely had time to squelch the gasp that was about to escape from her lips.
It was him. It was him. It was him. Her mind raced around in circles. What the hell was HE doing here?
‘Duh! He probably goes to this loser school!’ She angrily threw curses at herself in her mind, quickly pulling her eyes back to the ground.
Liz couldn’t help it. She looked back up, and stared. At his back. That feeling was back. It was the same one she felt when she saw him before. It was like…a memory. Maybe she had seen him somewhere a long time ago…? She shook her head vehemently and slapped herself in the head. Liz instantly regretted it.
The figure at the desk turned around and glanced at her. It was brief glance, but time simply slowed down and everything was taken into her eyes in painstaking detail. He was tall. Dark. Handsome. He was the guy the makers of fortune cookies referred to. The young man was wearing a loose black t-shirt. Structure? A pair of dark baggy jeans accentuated the black of the shirt. Gap. It has to be Gap. He had a head full of brown hair, streaked lightly with tawny highlights. Clariol? No, something more expensive. It was the eyes though. His eyes, even though they just threw her a mere glance, were colored deep, piercing amber. A flicker of something glanced into his eyes.
Liz shot her head into a suddenly captivating article about new school renovations in the WRHS newsletter. ‘Parker, you’re an idiot! A first-class idiot! What’s wrong with you today? Structure?? Keep your cool. Just keep your cool.’ She slowly raised her head out of the bustling paper and plastered a nonchalant look to cover up her real feelings. He was gone.
“Miss Parker? I have your things ready. Here’s your pass, just in case you’re late. Have a nice day.” Mrs. Gibbons handed her a pile of small papers and gently shooed her out of the office.
Liz breathed a heavy sigh and pressed herself against the wall, wishing she could just melt into it and disappear. What had happened to Liz Parker, bitch of the year? She was reduced to a puddle of…puddle of who knows what. The only thing she knew was that it was hazardous to her health. Liz Parker did not act like some delusional adolescent, peeking around every corner to catch a glimpse of some elusively hot jock. She was cool. Composed. You didn’t mess around with Liz Parker.
“Moron, moron, moron!” Liz yelled into her locker. This attracted a few stares from a few late students, loitering in the halls. She huffily slammed it shut and scanned her new schedule quickly.
Biology. Her place for escape. Biology was one of her most favorite classes and getting down and dirty with dissection needles and the such seemed to relieve a little of the tension growing in her shoulders.
Room 301. 303. 305. 307. Here we go.
Liz pushed open the door quietly and slid as unobtrusively as she could into the room. The teacher didn’t miss her attempt at entering the classroom late though.
“Well, how nice of you to join us. I’m guessing that you’re Miss Parker, seeing that your name was the only one unaccounted for on my list. Is that right?”
They weren’t getting off to a good start.
“Yeah, I was held up at the office. I have a pass.” She shot a masked glare at the teacher, who then took the pass from her hands and scrutinized it under the light.
“Appears to be valid. Alright, I’m Mr. Bates. I’m your new Biology teacher. The one thing I can’t stand is tardiness. You want to pass my class? You better get your behind in my classroom before the bell rings. You’ll be excused this time since you have a pass. Next time, I won’t be as tolerable.” He droned, each word building the anger inside of Liz.
“May I be seated now?” she asked. ‘Pig.’
“Yes. You’ll be assigned to one seat the whole year. And the only empty one is by Mr. Evans. Please take your seat so the rest of us can start class.”
Liz stalked over to her new seat, and dropped her bag down by the desk. She sulkily slid into the chair, ignoring the people around her. ‘Ass. Men are all asses.’
“Excuse me,” a male voice said from her right. Liz angrily turned to swear at him but was stopped short. ‘Damn. It’s him.’ So he had a name. Before she could move, he raised his eyebrows and moved around her to get out of his seat. ‘Ugh. I really have to get a hold of myself!’
‘Crap. Crap. Crap.’
The familiar pair of amber eyes looked straight into her own.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked, a slightly worried look on his face.
Liz bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to come out sounding so frigid. Why did she keep making a fool of herself? Time for super-bitch mode.
“Are you sure…I mean…”
“I said that I’m fine.” Liz cut him off abruptly, wincing inside with every word. “I’d appreciate it if you kept to your side of the desk and stayed the hell away from my business.”
“Geez, just trying to be nice…” He replied, a hurt look on his face.
“Miss Parker, Mr. Evans, are you two going to continue chitchatting? If so, I’d be glad to stop my lecture and let you two have all the time in the world to talk.”
“No sir,” Evans mumbled. Liz blushed a fiery red.
“I see. Max, go get a book for your lab partner. We’re on page 15. Try to follow along.”
Liz slumped even farther down in her seat. This was going to be a long day.
When the bell rang for the end of first period, Liz literally bolted out of the classroom. Second and third period weren’t entirely bad. Max wasn’t in any of her classes and her teachers were nice. Half the class was sleeping and they didn’t blink an eye. ‘I could get used to this.’
She looked at her schedule again. Good. She had lunch now. Now she wouldn’t have to face the endless droning of her stuffy teachers.
Liz wandered into a deserted corner of the quad and pulled out her tape recorder. She sighed, and clicked the record button.
Ok, first day hell.
Why am I doing this? Someone’s going to have me committed.
Guys. They’re the root of all problems.
I saw him again. And I managed to make the biggest fool out of myself in front of him.
I didn’t know school was going to be this crazy. And I don’t know what to do about him. Oh yeah, his name is Max Evans. I have Bio with him first period. And I’m going to die. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to survive being next to him for the next 40 weeks.
Someone. Please. Shoot me.
I like him ok? Happy? I admit it. I do. I have a crush. Infatuation. Whatever. But I’m not going to be like that. All stalkerish and stuff. Not my forte. I’m going to play it cool. Ok Parker? Play it cool!
Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me.
“Hey…” a voice interrupted.
“What the…” Liz whipped her head around and saw a petite blond, standing a few feet away from her. “When the hell did you get here?”
“I was just looking for a table…sorry, was I interrupting your conversation…?”
“No, I was just leaving.” Liz replied harshly.
“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to piss you off, chica. Oh yeah, I’m Maria DeLuca! I think you’re in my third period American Lit. class.” The blonde smiled and stuck her head out.
Liz stared at her. A friend? Liz Parker has no friends. She is the rebellious loner, queen of coldness, outsider pride….
“Liz Parker.” She took Maria’s hand and gave it a firm shake.
Maria’s smile widened and she returned the shake vigorously, nearly shaking Liz’s arm off. At the pained look on the brunette’s face, she instantly let go and flashed an apologetic smile.
“So…heard you’re new! Where ya from?” Maria asked, opening her sack lunch.
“Oh. Where’s that?”
“Hm. So…who’s that guy you were talking about?”
Liz started. ‘How much had this girl heard??’ “Why do you want to know.”
“Cuz I know that we’re going to be great friends. And friends help friends with guys. And I, mademoiselle, am ze best! What kinda guy trouble? Just lay it on me and consider the job done.”
Liz cocked an eyebrow towards the bubbly girl. ‘Hm…maybe this isn’t such a bad idea…maybe I can get Max to like…NO! What the hell am I thinking??’
“His name is Max Evans.”
“Ah…Max Evans! You’re not the first.” Maria smiled and began to chew on her sandwich, oblivious to Liz’s perturbed look.
“Not the first? What do you mean?” Liz casually asked, unwrapping a granola bar with painstaking care.
“Max is the resident hottie at West Roswell. All the girls go gaga for him, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s an aloof kinda guy. Some people think he’s a cocky bastard…some think he’s cool. I’ve known him since third grade, so he isn’t that bad. I used to have a crush on him too,” Maria stopped and let out a small chuckle.
“Oh. Is that so…” Liz paused. “Is he…*mumble*”
“What’s that?” Maria leaned closer to Liz, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Taken,” Liz coughed out.
“Ah-ha! I see where you’re getting at Miss Parker. FYI, the boy is the most eligible bachelor to hit the southwest in the last few decades. He used to have a girlfriend, back in sophomore year. Tramp if I ever saw one.”
“What was her name?”
“Some bimbo named Tess Harding. Really gave the rest of us blondes a bad name,” Maria let out a dramatic sigh. “He fell for her hard. Used to call me up and tell me everything they did. I usually tuned him out and watched TV. Anyways, they didn’t last long though…while he was with her, she was busy doing the horizontal tango with a loser jock named Kyle Valenti.”
Liz let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. ‘Ok, so he shouldn’t be pining for a tramp like that right? Maybe I do have a chance. Damn. There I go again..’
“Earth to Liz, Earth to Liz!”
“You spaced out on me there. Were you fantasizing about Maxie boy?” Maria smirked.
“No! I was just…thinking.” Liz shot Maria a glare and started to devour a bag of chips.
“Ah…right. It’s ok chica. Now. What’s this crush thing you got on Evans about. Spill. The whole darn thing…I’m ready to listen.”
“Well…” Liz collected her thoughts. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to ‘spill’ her story to this girl whom she had only known for…Liz checked her watch…13 minutes. On the pro side, she didn’t really have a lot of fun talking to herself anyways.
Tape recorder. Real person. Tape recorder. Real person. What a decision…
“Well, you know that I moved to this place recently,” Liz started. Maria nodded vigorously and motioned for the girl to go on. “Ok, so I was sitting in the front of my house, which was the basic gist of my daily activities, besides sitting in my balcony and looking at the back of my house…anyways. I’m getting off topic. So I was chilling one day and I saw this guy. He was sorta far away, but I could still see him and something in me just clicked. I mean, sure the guy was um, hot…but I also got this familiar feeling…it was like I had seen him before. Somewhere else. I have no clue where because I’m positive I hadn’t seen him before…anywhere. It just seemed to go deeper than just a normal crush. I just felt this rush of emotions…I didn’t know I’d see him again until today. He sits next to me Biology…and I basically ripped his head off. I really don’t know what to do though…damn this!” ‘Ok, WHERE did THAT come from??’
“Awwwwwwwww! That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” Maria squealed. She enveloped Liz in a bear hug and spun her around. Liz blanched as her circulation started to get cut off.
“Maria! Get off, get off! You’re killing me!”
“Haha, sorry!” Maria let go and gave Liz a toothy grin. “My dear, Operation: Liz and Max has just begun.”
Liz smacked herself in the head. What had she gotten herself into now?
This is Parker, reporting in for Operation: Liz and Max.
So I met this girl today…Maria DeLuca. She’s different…in a cool kind of way I guess. I’d rather have her as a friend than some other bitch...anyways, she’s got this crazy idea that she’s going to put me and Max Evans together.
I gotta admit…a little part of me wants her to succeed.
You know what, I think I have it figured it out. They must have cursed the floor wax at WRHS! Why the hell would I be acting like this then?
Good one, detective Parker.
I’m a cold bitch. A. Cold. Bitch.
Gotta keep reminding myself that.
It was a crappy week of September in good old Roswell. School had been going in full swing, and classes were fairly easy. Except for Biology. It was her one dreaded class with Max. Liz sighed to think about it. Each day, she turned a frigidly cold shoulder and in turn he ignored her.
Ignored her! How could he ignore her??
‘That’s cuz you make him ignore you, idiot.’
Liz sighed again. She embarrassed herself so much in front of him. She was almost starting to forget she was supposed to be a nasty bitch around him. The brunette sat there, lost in thought, reminiscing on the past few weeks…
2 Weeks Ago…
“Maria, no, I’m not going to! I refuse!” Liz cried. She strode to the farthest corner of the room and stood there, hands on hips and face flaring red.
“YES you are. This is your chance to chat him up girl! Well, not that you don’t have enough chances to in class…” Maria punched her playfully on her shoulder. Liz gave her a withering look in return.
“Come on. Just go over and ask him!”
The two girls stood in the far corner of the Crashdown, one of Roswell’s few dining establishments. Max Evans sat in one of the window booths, deep in conversation with a friend named Michael Guiren, according to Maria. The blonde girl had given her the perfect excuse to talk to Max.
Maria was the mastermind behind the whole thing. Each biology class was required to do a lab dissection of cats, in order to compare the human body to the animal body. Each lab table was required to write a research paper on the subject they were dissecting before starting the real laboratory. They had just received the assignment at the end of class, so Liz had no chance to talk to Max about it.
Not like she talked to him anyways.
According to Maria, this was “a chance of a lifetime”. Liz somehow doubted that.
“Ok, here’s your books. Assignments. When I give the signal, you move in for the kill, ok?”
“Sure, I’ll just butcher Max up with my knife and feed him to my dog.”
“Girl, be serious! I’ll go lure Michael away and you can move in on Max. Watch for the signal.” Maria gave Liz a high five and strode over to the booth. Liz stood, almost frozen in place. ‘Why do I feel so nervous? It’s just a guy. It’s just a guy. It’s just a guy.’
A loud snap interrupted her thoughts. The signal. Liz rushed over the booth, maybe a little too quickly. She managed to trip over her shoelace and land squarely on her face. In front of Max Evan’s ridiculously clean shoes.
“Oh great,” she muttered. A hand suddenly seemed to lift her off her feet. The smell of cologne assailed her senses and strong arms enveloped her. Liz started to feel a little heady, and eagerly clutched at this body that held her. It was so warm, and inviting. So familiar. So…
Liz was immediately transported back to reality. She was in the middle of the Crashdown, and in Max Evans’ arms. ‘Damn.’ She quickly pushed him away. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay. Are you hurt?” He promptly started to check her head for bumps or bruises, trailing his fingers across her temple. *A young couple stand in the darkness of the night. The moonlight is trailing across the garden they stand in, and they’re holding each other, both afraid to let go.* ‘Damn, what was that?’
“I’m fine.” Liz pushed him away roughly. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
“What? I was just seeing if you were ok.” Max retorted, a little angry now.
“I’m FINE. I don’t need your help, or anyone’s.”
“Geez Liz, rude much? If you just stopped being so bitchy all the time…ugh, never mind. I’m outta here.” Max walked out of the Crashdown, only pausing momentarily to look back at Liz.
Liz slapped herself in the face. “IDIOT.”
“Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.”
Liz shook herself out of her daydreams. “Um…come in?” Liz yelled at her closed bedroom door. The door creaked open and Maria stuck her head inside and glanced around furtively. “Pixie Chick reporting for duty Officer Parker.”
“It’s my new code name.” Maria grinned and sauntered over to a bemused Liz. “Here.”
Liz glanced at the wrinkled bag and back at Maria, a question forming in her eyes. “Uh…and this is for?”
“THIS bag, is the cure to all your worries. Well not really. But I call it our Max-trapper.”
“Max-trapper.” ‘Why am I doing this again?’
“Yup. As you know, our beloved school’s homecoming is only five days away. This means that I have five days to set you up with hunk-o-rama, Max Evans.”
“Maria, NO. There is no way in hell you’re going to get me to go with Max. NO. WAY.”
“Yes way. As I see if, I’m going to have to drag you there anyways. If I’m going to have to do that, I might as well just have you go with Max.”
Liz desperately racked her mind for some way to thwart Maria. After her humiliating fiasco at the Crashdown, Max barely spoke to her, and only if the situation required the courtesy to do so. No. She was anti-social. She didn’t go to dances. She’ll just have to point this pertinent bit of information out to Maria before she did anything drastic.
“Maria. I’m anti-social! I don’t go to DANCES.” Liz spat out the last word as if it was something bitter on her tongue.
“Liz…you promised!” wheedled Maria, a puppy dog face replacing her jubilant features.
“No I didn’t! When did I promise I’d go to homecoming??”
“I recall you promising that you’d return me a favor after I helped you finish your half of the cat report.”
Liz grimaced. She had promised. No matter how much of a jerk she acted, she never broke a promise. It was simply not right and a violation of the rules of Liz. “Fine. One dance. But I’m not going with him. I’m going stag.”
“Take it or leave it, buster.” interrupted Liz. If she was going to do this, she might as well do it by her rules.
“Fine. Now open the bag!” Maria squealed, bringing Liz’s attention back to the forgotten package. Liz picked it up gingerly and untied the string that held it shut. She turned it upside down and something slid out onto her bed.
“Maria, where the hell did you get this??” Liz stared at Maria’s ‘Max-trapper’ in shock.
“Compliments of my shop-a-holic mother, Amy DeLuca. Hudson’s was having this fab sale on all gowns and dresses and my mom just HAD to get a few dozen or so. She just grabbed them off the rack and didn’t even check to see if they fit. I found this one in the pile and it’s one of my favs. Unfortunately I’m not a size 2, but I know you are.” Maria picked up the dress and smiled.
Liz stared at the shimmering gown. It was gorgeous. It was long, flowing, and white. It was the dream dress of any girl. She dreamed of owning a dress like this when she was young. It was a fantasy of white satin, with a small train. The back of the dress was low-cut and criss-crossed with thin clear straps adorned with silver stars.
“Liz, I can see the drool coming out of your mouth! Try it on already!” Maria placed the gown in Liz’s arms. Liz just stared at it, unable to move.
“Babe, you there?”
“Yeah. It’s just that…it’s not me! It’s too girly…I…”
“Oh shut up Parker, I know you like it. Just try it on, see how it fits?”
“Fine…” Liz went into her bathroom and shut the door. She quickly shrugged out of her street clothes and pulled on the dress gently, careful not to tear or mar any part of the dress. It fit like a glove. A satin glove to be more exact.
Liz slowly raised her eyes to the mirror. A stranger stared straight back at her. This stranger was beautiful…almost like a princess. There was no coldness in this stranger, but only beauty and loving.
‘What the…’ Another stranger stared back at her. This time, the stranger was dressed in another gown, just as bit as beautiful as the last one, but more ornate, like something dating from a few centuries back. Liz rubbed her eyes and stared at the mirror again. It was just her.
“Damn, gotta get more sleep…” Liz muttered under her breath while she left her bathroom. She heard Maria gasp in surprise, and Liz automatically checked to see if something was wrong with the gown.
“Girl, you look TIGHT!” laughed Maria. “Damn…I wish I’d look hot when I wear a dress.”
“Oh shut up Ria…you’re just joking right? Me? Hot? Hello…I’m ugly.” Liz said snippily, critically observing herself in her full length mirror. Fine, so she looked presentable. Hot? No, Maria must be on another planet.
“You look hot though, bitch. Let me take another look at ya,” Liz said, watching Maria strike a model pose. Liz burst into laughter, but managed to stifle them when the other girl shot a glare her direction. Maria was wearing her own homecoming dress, a strapless dark green number with a flared skirt.
“Michael will be drooling all over you.” Liz winked at her friend and ducked before a pillow was thrown at her head. “Oh yeah? Max will be falling all over himself trying to get to you! Mark my words Liz Parker, you will be the belle of the ball.” Liz started to run after Maria, who was squealing and laughing non-stop. Both girls fell on the bed, shaking with laughter.
Liz stopped first, and stared at the ceiling, thinking. ‘I am a cold bitch. I am a cold bitch. Damn, I want Max Evans.’
The night before homecoming proved to be a night of restlessness and whacked out dreams. At least that’s what Liz thought. She tossed herself on the far side of her bed, trying to find a comfortable position so she could fall back into sleep. Before that happened, Liz drifted off into a dream…
**Start of dream**
The orchestra struck up again with a lively tune, which could be heard lightly over the talking of the crowd. The ballroom was filled with guests, each garbed in his or her’s own finest attire. A dark haired man stood in the shadow of a corner, his amber eyes searching the crowd.
At the other side of the room, a young woman sat, entertaining a few guests. The party was her father’s, another one of those endless social events that took up her precious time. She would much rather be out in the woods, riding her horse Belle, and enjoying the night air, than stuck in a stuffy room with the stuck-up aristocracy of England.
“Ah, Miss Elizabeth! There you are!” A light-haired suitor made a bee-line in her direction.
“I don’t believe I know you, sir,” Elizabeth answered softly, keeping her eyes demurely cast on the ground as she swung into a graceful curtsey.
“Well, you must know my father, Miss Parrow. And I do believe that you’re friends with my cousin, Maria?”
“Delaney?” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Sean Delaney, your servant,” He bowed deeply and kissed her hand. She rolled her eyes when he wasn’t looking and plastered on another fake smile for his benefit.
“Why thank you, Mr. Delaney. I’m sorry, but I have a few pressing engagements I must attend to, so…”
Sean caught her arm before she turned away. “Why, Miss Elizabeth, we’ve barely had time to get to know each other. I do insist that…”
“I insist that you let her go. Miss Parrow is with me.”
Elizabeth and Sean both turned towards the source of the voice at the same time. “Maxwell Evry, at your service, m’lady,” He bowed towards Liz and took her other arm. Sean backed away and mumbled a quick apology before disappearing into the crowd.
“I would like to thank you, kind sir, for saving me from that horrible moment.” She dipped into another curtsey, avoiding eye contact with Max.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” She looked up at him with a small smile and stifled a gasp. This was the first time she had really looked at Mr. Maxwell Evry and Liz felt herself melting. His deep amber eyes looked straight into hers, and Liz felt herself spiraling deeper and deeper into his abyss.
**End of Dream**
“Shit.” Liz jolted out of bed with a heavy gasp. The light of morning streamed through her window and cascaded on her bed. Homecoming had arrived.
“Maria, I don’t know about this anymore. Please don’t make me.”
“Liz. You can’t bail out on homecoming at the last minute! I bought the tickets and everything…you’re going. You promised remember?” Maria frowned as Liz, still looking unsure, paced back and forth across her bedroom. Ice Queen wasn’t acting like an Ice Queen. Something had to be wrong.
“Liz, are you alright? You look spaced out about something.”
“I’m okay!” she snapped. “I’m sorry,” Liz continued. “I guess I’m just worried. Didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“It’s fine, hon. You look amazing though.” Liz was wearing the new dress Maria bought over. The white gown looked even more perfect, hugging her curves in all the right places and bringing radiance to her flawless skin that was never detectable in Liz’s normal attire of baggy dark shirts and jeans. Maria had spent the last hour working on Liz’s hair, curling it slightly and sweeping it up with a few silver stars sprinkled among her chocolate tresses.
Liz fiddled restlessly with her purse straps while Maria did a few touch-ups on her makeup. “Thanks…I just have a weird feeling about this.”
“I just had the weirdest dream last night, like…” A shout interrupted her story to Maria. “Liz! Maria! Michael is here to pick you up!” Mrs. Parker yelled from downstairs.
Maria excitedly started to pack everything up in her dark green handbag while Liz awkwardly tried to follow in her new heels. ‘My God, these things kill like no other…’
“Lizzie! Hurry up!!” Maria was already half way through the door. “True love awaits…”
Liz rolled her eyes and scampered after Maria, wincing with each step she took.
After the initial shock of Liz’s appearance wore off, Mrs. Parker quickly engaged Maria, Michael, and Liz in a series of homecoming pictures. Liz adamantly refused to have her picture taken, and only the tickle attacks from the other two convinced her to stand for a few photos.
“Bye guys! Have fun! No sex, drugs, or drinking, honey!” Mrs. Parker called from the front door.
“Yeah, mom, right.” Liz answered. She entered Michael’s black Eclipse and in a flash, they were all headed for West Roswell High’s 2002 Homecoming Blast.
“Maria, I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have come.”
The gymnasium was filled to the brim with overdressed teenagers, half of them standing on the outskirts and chatting, the other half dancing in the middle. “Liz, don’t stress about it ok? Here, have some of my cypress oil.” Maria took out a small vial and tossed it at Liz. Liz expertly caught it and put it in her own bag.
“Hey, girl, me and Mikey G are gonna go tear up the dance floor. We’ll be right back ok?” And with that, the couple dissolved into the crowd.
‘Oh great. Here I am, stag at homecoming, and standing like a dork, all by myself while everyone else is having fun.’
‘Oh wait, that was the point.’ Liz shuffled over to an empty chair in the corner of the gym and plopped down, observing the homecoming scene with little emotion. “Hey hot stuff.” Liz turned her head towards the source of the unwelcome comment.
“Do I know you? No, I didn’t think so.” Liz sized the guy up in once glance and looked away.
“Sean DeLuca. Maria’s cousin. I didn’t know you were this hot when you got out of you shell Parker. Come on, let’s go dance.”
“Charmed, I’m sure. I have an idea. Why don’t you get the fuck out of my way and go screw someone else over?”
“Oh, feisty! I like my girls like that.” Sean grinned and wrapped an arm around Liz’s waist. ‘What the hell. That’s it.’ Liz returned his grin and kneed him in the groin. Sean doubled over in pain and nearly fell to the ground crying. “So you think you’re good, Parker? No one treats me like that. You’re dancing with me, whether you like it or not!”
“No she isn’t.”
‘Oh shit.’ The voice. She knew that voice. It was the voice that she lived by. It was deep, resonating… the kind of voice that could make a girl swoon with happiness. Wait, did she just say swoon? Liz cringed and looked into the face of Max Evans.
“Evans, this is none of your business. If I want to dance with Liz, then she will dance with me.”
“No Sean. You don’t understand do you? She said she didn’t want to. Now go fuck off and leave her alone.” Max pushed Sean away from Liz and glowered at him, his amber eyes flashing with anger.
Sean backed away nervously, looking for a place to hide. “Hey, dude, just chill ok? I’m leaving…” Liz glared at him until his annoying presence was finally out of sight. She gave a sigh of relief when Sean left and turned to face her next obstacle. Max Evans.
Max barely had time to catch his breath when Liz Parker looked away from Sean’s retreating back and into his eyes. He flinched when he caught the fury roiling in her sensuous russet eyes. “Just what the hell did you think you were doing?”
‘Oh boy.’ He sighed and tried to relax his tensing shoulders. Max didn’t like to admit this but he was somewhat afraid of this little spitfire. One cold glance could easily quell any desires to approach her, but something about her just kept him coming for more.
“I was just trying to help. Sean looked like he was giving you a hard time.”
“I could’ve handled it myself, thank you very much.” Max winced again. She was giving him the cold treatment. Why, for the life of him, did he persist? Liz Parker just wasn’t his type. She was considered one of the ‘social outcasts’, while he was part of the elite inner circle. She also had quite a nasty mouth, which on more occasions than none, was directed towards him.
But he noticed something about her, the first day he had seen her in the school office. Besides her obviously stunning beauty, which was only magnified in her homecoming gown, he could sense something familiar about her. Like she was the missing piece of something deep within his soul. He knew she held herself up as a tough, uncaring, bitchy figure, but something about Liz struck him as vulnerable, and fragile, as if she was looking for the same thing he was.
That one day, at the Crashdown when she had been in his arms… it had just felt right. Right in what way, he didn’t know. But it was as if that place was made just for her, and it had always been just for her. Even though he went off on her afterwards, he had looked back at her, and he knew that she thought the exact same thing.
“Max, are you listening to me?” Her angry voice bought his thoughts back to the present. He ran a tired hand through his hair and calmly tried to deter Liz’s obvious rage.
“Yes I am. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, but I was just trying protect someone who I think doesn’t deserve the kind of shit Sean DeLuca gives. For once in your life, can’t you just accept a little help?”
Her eyes flashed. “No, I can’t. You, do NOT know the first thing about me.” Max instantly regretted the words that poured out of his mouth. Liz turned on her heel and started to stomp away. He looked at her dainty foot, and as if in slow motion, observed the heel of her shoe start to give away.
It started as a slight wobble, and then started to crescendo into a sharp twist. Soon, the luminescent heel of her shoe had officially given away. Liz’s face distorted into a look of shock as she started to fall backwards, the tendrils of her hair moving slowly towards him in his slow-motion observation of the scene.
And like the knight, coming to rescue his damsel in distress, Max, once more, caught Liz in his arms, holding her tightly. He inhaled deeply and breathed in her light strawberry shampoo. God, this felt so right.
Liz’s mind calmly took in the scene, almost nonchalantly. It saw the whirl of the people dancing around them. Then it saw the gym wall tilting down as she plummeted once more into Max Evan’s arms. Immediately the scent of his cologne flooded her sense once more and she relaxed in his strong embrace.
‘Shit, what am I doing? I gotta get outta here.’ She twisted herself in his grasp and looked into his eyes. ‘Ok, where has this happened before?’ She gazed into the deepening abyss of his eyes, the amber swirling around endlessly, sucking her in. For once, everything in the world felt right.
“Thank you.” The soft words escaped her lips so quickly, Max was unsure she even said them. Suddenly, she leaned forward and hugged him, wrapping her dainty arms around his waist. Max was surprised, but not for long. He eagerly returned the hug, and buried his face in her shoulder, relishing the feel of her silky hair by his face. Unwillingly, Liz started to pull away and stared back at Max. Her lips were soft and pink, and her face was lightly flushed. ‘If I could only kiss her…’
“Miss Parrow! Are you alright?” The couple immediately stepped apart at the sound of a new voice. “I heard others saying that that horrible young man, Sean Delaney was accosting you!”
“I’m fine, Betsy,” Liz gently reassured her governess. She inwardly sighed, a bit put off by the fact that her kiss, or soon-to-be kiss was interrupted. “This man, Maxwell Evry, saved me.”
Max bowed deeply and smiled at the suspicious governess, soon melting her look with his smile. “Ah, it was only the right thing to do.” ‘Oh, to kiss her…why did the stupid maid have to come and interrupt??’
“Why, Mr. Evry, I’m sure Elizabeth’s father would like to thank you for what you did for his precious daughter!” Betsy waved the two of them over while she went towards a tall, aged looking man who was discussing something quite heatedly in a group of associates.
“Not until I thank him first,” she whispered underneath her breath. A coy smile crossed her face as she turned to face the handsome man standing next to her. Liz stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. “For your troubles, Max…”
And with that, she kissed him, a kiss filled with passion and gentleness, a kiss that with first touch, crackled with electricity and emotion. Liz broke away and threw him a flirtatious smile before following the governess across the room. Max stood there, stock still, staring at her retreating back. Was it a dream? He pinched himself and painfully acknowledged that it was real. He touched his lips and smiled giddily. He wasn’t sure how she felt about him, but he knew how he felt about her. And he was determined to be the one to win her heart.
“Liz, I…” Max broke the silence of the moment, fumbling around his mind for the right words. For some reason, their proximity made Max unable to form a coherent sentence.
He stared down at the vixen in his arms. She seemed equally stunned, her doe brown eyes questioning. He felt something pass through them when he caught her, and he could see in her eyes that she did too. It was strange. Seeing flashes of them, together…Max sighed inwardly. It was just his imagination working overtime. “I just wanted to say you’re welcome,” he murmured, and he quickly captured Liz’s lips in a searing kiss.
Liz involuntarily moved forward, deepening the kiss. She could feel his desire sizzling onto her lips. And those lips…Damn, she had dreamed about those lips. They were perfect, and they were on hers…they were on hers! “Max! You asshole let go of me!” she screamed, her cry muffled again his mouth. Max pulled away at the sound of her voice. What the hell just happened? He groaned as she let go of him and stood there, a pained expression on her face.
“Max Evans, what the hell made you do that?” she demanded. Her lips burned hotly, so much that she was sure they were going to fall to the ground in cinders. Talk about one helluva first kiss.
‘My God, she looks cute even when she’s mad…’ “I don’t know…impulse I guess?”
“Impulse??? THIS is impulse!” She grabbed his hands, pulling a shocked looking Max closer to her, and enveloped his lips in one, fiery swoop. The taste of him was driving her wild and she eagerly tasted him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth.
Needless to say, Max was shocked. Just feeling her lips against his, the sweetness of her lip gloss in his mouth…her TONGUE in his mouth…it was a feeling that was unsurpassed by any thing. He gently hugged her closer, his hands stroking the small of her back as the kiss quickly deepened into something even more volatile.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give the couple a prize.” Max and Liz turned towards a sneering and applauding Sean DeLuca, who was in the middle of a crowd that surrounded the two teens. Pam Troy, a dumb looking blonde, clung to his side like a leech, a sickly sweet smile on her face.
Liz was suddenly painfully aware of the students that encircled her and Max. Their jeering and laughter grated on her nerves, and the air turned thick, suffocating her. Memories leapt up in her mind unbidden; it all reminded her of the old days. ‘I’m not going to let these Roswell asses fuck up another year of my life.’
Max clenched his jaw in anger. He shot a side-glance at Liz, trying to gauge her feeling on the situation. Her eyes churned with a mixture of apprehension, fear, and anger. Anger. It was always anger that won her over. And he was determined to keep Liz Parker safe. “Sean, shove it up your ass.”
“Aw, Lizzie dear. Is that the best you could come up with? You’re losing your touch…” With that, Max lunged towards the other man, his fists clenched and ready to fight.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Maria and Michael turned towards the sound. ‘What the hell? Barely an hour into the dance and we already have a fight?’ Maria frowned. She did NOT like her dances interrupted, especially one with her hot date, Michael. ‘What loser has to screw things over this time?’
Maria glanced around a few shoulders and gasped at what she saw. Max was sitting atop Sean, her deadbeat cousin and literally punching the crap out of him. Liz stood there, stone-faced, looking as if she was nailed to the ground.
“Damn.” Michael muttered as he saw what had caused Maria to gasp aloud. The couple charged into the crowd and started to automatically intervene. Michael pulled the enraged Max off Sean while Maria started to pull Liz away. “My goodness Liz, what the hell happened here?”
“When you find out, why don’t you tell me? I’m out Maria. I knew I shouldn’t have come. This place is all fucked up.” Liz tore off her heels and slammed through the crowd, trying to find a place where she could exit.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Evry. I’m Jeffery Parrow, Elizabeth’s father.” Max smiled kindly at the man and firmly returned the handshake. “Please Mr. Parrow, I insist you call me Max.”
“Well I insist you call me Jeff then. Mr. Parrow makes me feel so old.” He chuckled lightly and pulled his only daughter into a small hug. Liz smiled back at her father and back at Max. If only the two could hit it off… she could almost hear the wedding bells in the air. ‘But not without a fight…Max Evry must prove himself true enough to win this heart.’ Liz thought impishly.
“Your daughter was being harassed by some uncouth youth, and I just felt it my gentlemanly urge to help her be rid of scum such as that.”
“Modesty is a becoming virtue young Max. Lizzie is my only daughter and I won’t have anyone treating her as such. She was lucky to have you there.” A bright flush spread across her cheeks as her father sang praise about Max. “Father, you don’t mind if I have a dance with Max do you? I’ve just about missed almost all the waltzes so far and I don’t dare miss another.” Liz threw in another winsome look for good luck. It was never a mistake to be prepared.
“Why sure honey, go have fun.” Jeffery turned back to the men that were listening avidly to his words and worked back to his excited state of mind he was in before. Liz grinned at Max and pulled him out the door and into the chill of the night. The moonlight danced playfully across her eyes and seemed to brighten her with some ethereal light.
“Miss Parrow, you look beautiful…” He trailed off, his breath caught by Liz’s extraordinary beauty.
“Call me Liz,” she said lightly. She neared closer to him, until her face stood only mere micrometers away from his. “You never said you’re welcome.”
“My deepest apologies, Liz,” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. “I can only hope for your forgiveness, my dear.” He reached behind him and pulled off a white rose from a blooming rose bush. This rose was opened perfectly; not a flaw or blemish tainting the white petals. Each petal was lightly covered in misty dew and has a barest flush of peach. Just looking at the rose made Max even headier, reminding him so much of the beauty that stood right before him. With a smile, he handed the flower to the blushing girl, a smile spreading across her face.
“Is that all?” She cocked her head coyly and looked straight into his eyes. Max kissed her gently, remaining in unsaid bounds. Liz teased him, trying to break his gentlemanly guise by furthering the kiss. Max let out a slight growl and ran his fingers through her hair, amazing at how it slipped through his fingers as easily as silk. When Liz broke the kiss off, she was smiling hugely, a even redder flush painting her cheeks. Max held a similarly silly grin on his face.
“Shall we?” Max offered Liz his arm and they headed back to the mansion. ‘I think I’m in love…’ Max thought to himself. Liz gazed at Max with undisguised affection. ‘I think I’m in love.’
The doors swung open, and the couple walked in together.
‘You know it only breaks my heart…
*an orchestra blends into the vocals*
to see you standing in the dark…
*a violin starts to do a solo*
alone, waiting there for me…
*a tinkling of laughter is heard*
to come back…
*a mass of voices join in, turning into a blur of noise*
I’m too afraid to show…’
“LIZ!” Max’s voice could be heard over the music, the speaking, the noise. Liz stopped mid-step, suddenly dizzy. It was another dream. This was all just a dream. The images kept coming back…images of her and Max kissing. “It’s just a dream. Just a dream.” Liz kept walking, fumbling with the door handle until finally it let her through and she lurched outside, into the cold. The dizziness struck her again, this time, more images attacking her mind.
A convertible with a bunch of laughing students stood parked in the corner. Liz squinted at the crowd, and picked out a girl she knew from math class. “Cass…” she yelled. A redhead in a black number turned her head and smiled in acknowledgement. “Yo, Parker! Is that you? Girl, you look different!”
Liz gave a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I guess. Where you guys headed? I need a ride outta here.”
“Oh, we’re going to an after-homecoming party at Sue Hawkins house. Her rents are outta town so she has the place to herself. Flyers were passed out at the dance.”
Her escape. “Can I come with?” Liz asked eagerly, stepping forward a little.
Cass smiled even bigger. “Sure. Always room for one more at a party. Hop in.” Liz smiled and jumped into the car. “Ok, guys, hit it! It’s time to partttyyyy!” Cass yelled, throwing her head back in laughter. “Here Parker, loosen up a little.” She threw Liz a bottle half-filled with beer.
‘Tsk tsk tsk Liz. You know you’re not supposed to be doing this.’ Liz’s conscious rose up in her head, clucking its tongue and shaking its head.
‘Oh screw that. You’ve had enough of Max’s shit. It’s time to let loose and be wild…have fun. This is your chance.’ Liz could almost see two little figures materializing on her shoulders.
She took a tentative chug of the bottle. The devilish looking one seemed to approve while the angelic looking Liz on her right shoulder just shook her head sadly. Liz giggled at these little mini people. She managed to hold on to her seat when the car lurched forward, and she sadly noted that the little people on her shoulder had been flung back into the stream of exhaust. Liz shrugged and waved her hands in the air, throwing a flyer for the party back behind her. She took another chug.
‘Take that Maxie poo! You can’t get me now!’
Max ran out the door Liz had come out of. The last thing he saw was her throwing something back behind her while driving in a black convertible. He ran after the paper and read the contents. A party. With a grim face, he hopped into his jeep and sped after them.
hey guys! for all of you that have read my fic on the previous board, just thanks for the FB and everything. Chapter Seven might be up tonight.
dream like you'll live forever, live like you'll die tomorrow...
Edited by - foreverdreamer on 09/11/2001 19:20:09
Edited by - foreverdreamer on 09/16/2001 19:25:01
|posted on 10-Sep-2001 7:26:33 PM by foreverdreamer|
“I really wanna dance tonight with you…I really wanna do, whatcha gonna do baby? Don’t you wanna dance around me,” Liz sang loudly to the music that was blaring in the background. The house was buzzing with talking and dancing, most of the senior class showing up after homecoming to party.
Liz was dancing, swaying back and forth to the music with a nervous looking junior. She threw back her head in laughter and grinning drunkenly at the boy. “Hey Albert…”
“It’s Alex. It’s sure nice dancing with you, but you look like you’re gonna need a few aspirin soon. Maybe I should take you home?” Alex tried to give a smile but was stopped short by Liz’s frown. “No. I like dancing! I like this song…wheeeeeeee…I’m a slaveeee for you.” She started giggling again and singing with the music. Alex managed to weasel his way out of Liz’s arms and sneak away quietly. ‘Seniors.’
Max burst through the door of the house, his eyes darting around frantically for the petite brunette. All around him were people, all probably soon to be knocked out from booze, some of them taking the term PDA to the extreme. A new song came on, and the people started screaming. “Just go back and hit em upstyle…” A girl grinned at him and handed him a bottle of beer before being sucked back into a crowd dancers. He frowned and threw the bottle to the ground, nearly hitting a snoring jock on the ground. “Whoops.” He cringed and started to make his way through the people.
He was starting to feel a little claustrophobic, the smell of alcohol overpowering him. Someone slammed into him with his or her bottle of liquor, spilling it across the front of his suit. Max cried out in anger. ‘Ugh, this is going to be impossible to wash out!’ Suddenly, he felt every part of his body tuning into alertness. A white garbed, dark haired girl fell into his arms and his body seemed to sizzle with recognition. “Liz?”
Liz turned her head up, and smiled. “Max. You found me.” She giggled, and gave a loud hiccup. ‘Maxie poo is here. He’s such a party pooper…time to Lizzie to play hide and seek!’ “Not for long! Tag! You’re it!!” She tugged herself out of his grasp and went through the wide open door, her arms waving in jubilee. Without a second thought, Max ran after her.
‘Damn, she’s gorgeous.’ Max thought tenderly as he chased after the jubilant girl. Her hair cascaded after her and her mouth was upturned into a rare, genuine smile. ‘I should get her drunk more often.’ Within a few moments, Max caught up to her and grabbed her arm, causing her to stop and hug him tight, in order to maintain her balance.
Liz buried her face in Max’s jacket, feeling like a happy little camper. She could feel his body, warm, against her face. And his shirts weren’t hiding the fact that he worked out. Liz started to poke his abs. ‘Yup. Hard as a rock.’ She giggled to herself again. ‘Hm…..Mommy said…said…not to, drink, have drugs, or have sex.’
Well, she already broke the first two commands. People kept handing her those beer bottles! Now, she was raised in a family where she was supposed to be polite. Liz assumed that since she never had the occasion to be polite to others, this would be the perfect opportunity. It was fun not being a bitch sometimes. Being bitchy took a lot of hard work, and people often overlooked that aspect of bitchiness. She also vaguely recalled someone handing her a white tube. What were they…oh yeah, cigarettes. She had only one puff though. The fit of coughing afterwards seemed to hint to her that doing more would be a bad idea.
There was one thing missing though. She sighed. “Sex.” She said, her mouth muffled by Max’s suit jacket. Max heard it, through muffled jacket and all. He immediately tensed up, and reluctantly pried Liz off of him. She shot him a flirtatious smile and immediately tried to look sensual and sexy, just like the sluttish looking actresses on TV. Unbeknownst to her, Max was trying hard, very hard actually, to resist.
‘Damn it! Why is she so gorgeous??’ He groaned inwardly as she flashed him another sexy grin. His face flushed a bright red and suddenly the room raised up about a hundred degrees. If the people around him weren’t so stoned, most of them would be in shock to see Max Evans in the state he was.
Max Evans was cool, suave, and popular. He didn’t intermingle with the lower classes of WRHS, and he certainly didn’t waste time trying to chase down girls for entertainment. The girls usually came to him. No one had ever seen Max Evans lose his cool. And now, he was certainly losing his cool.
“Max,” Liz whispered, her eyes now unsure and confused. Max stepped forward, his arms opening towards her, ready to catch the brunette in a kiss. Instead, Liz fainted, and once more, into his ready arms.
The gossip was buzzing everyday with the news of Maxwell Evry and Elizabeth Parrow’s newfound courtship. “I heard that he was involved in a hideous affair a while back.” A chubby looking servant whispered to another red-cheeked woman.
“Ah yes, it was quite the scandalous affair. He was besotted with her like a bee loves honey.”
“What was her name again?”
“Tess Hardy, second daughter of the oil giant William Hardy.”
“Oh yes, I’d forgotten. She carried herself like a little tart, flashing herself this ways and that, making all the young men stumble.”
“But then that Mr. Evry caught her in the act of something unspeakable with that other young man, Kyle Valentine. For shame…”
“Get back to work, and hurry! The little mistress is coming.” The two maidservants hurried off to the kitchen, acting busy and productive.
Liz nearly ran out the front door, a deliriously happy look on her face. Max stood outside, in front of his carriage, a hand ready to help her into the vehicle. Liz kissed him lightly and gathered the hem of her taffeta gown and settled into the carriage, Max jumping in quickly after her and they were off.
“My lady,” Max smiled at Liz, pressing a burning kiss on her hand, his amber eyes gleaming with mischief. She blushed brightly and fiddled with the lace on her dress. “So, where will you be taking me today good sir?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Liz pouted, a trembling bottom lip threatening to trigger a flood of tears from her eyes. “Max…tell me…” She inched closer, her scent overwhelming him to the point of distraction. “Honey, we’re almost there…Yes, see? We’re here!”
“That short?” She gazed at him suspiciously, trying to look around the curtains of the carriage at the same time. She couldn’t see a thing through the fog.
“Yes…but I can guarantee that you’ll love it.” He helped her out and they walked arm in arm through the dense fog. Max stopped suddenly and gave Liz a heart-stopping kiss, his tongue teasingly entering her warm little mouth. She in turn closed her eyes and let Max kiss her, her mouth moving in sync with his. ‘God, what did I do to deserve this? He is everything I had ever wanted, ever needed…’
“Ok, we’re here.” The fog had gotten thinner as they moved along, and something came into view that made Liz gasp aloud. She moved closer, afraid that the lovely apparition in front of her was just a dream. “Do you like it?” he whispered lovingly into her ear.
“I love it Max. I love you…” She answered breathlessly, turning her head to thank Max for his present. A large expanse of land laid in front of them, most of it fashioned into a dainty garden, all covered in light dew. White rose bushes lined a colonnade into the main garden, the outside garden filled with various wild flowers and greenery.
Together they stepped through the entryway and tears filled her eyes when she gazed upon the main garden. It was beautiful; white rosebushes filled this garden, along with more flowers. A stone walkway encircled the garden, and a small stream ran on the outside of the walkway, the surface of the water dotted with water lilies. In the middle of this garden was a gazebo, lit up with candles.
“This is all yours now, Liz, ours. Here, come…” He led the girl up the steps of the gazebo and they sat together at a table in the center, which was set with platters of various delicacies. He picked up an exquisitely large rose and held it out towards her.
“Liz, since that party, I have had nothing but love in my heart for you. And even though it’s only been a month, I know that you’re my soulmate—my destiny.” He paused, seeming as if he was trying to find the right words.
“I…I love you Liz, and I know I haven’t talked to your father yet, but as a token of my love…” He plucked a sparkling diamond ring from the depths of the rose. “Liz Parrow, if you say that you will be my wife, that you have made me the happiest man alive.”
Liz stared at Max, words unable to form coherently in her mouth. “I…I…YES!” She jumped towards him, her arms encircling his neck and her lips firmly on his. “Yes,” she whispered softly, “I would love to be your wife…” Max grinned and picked her up, spinning her around, the skirt of her gown flaring out behind her. “Welcome, Mrs. Evry…” He bent in and kissed her again, the two of them clinging to each other, both unwilling to stop the happiest moments in their lives.
a side note: if any of you guys are were in NY or washington, or just had family there, my prayers go out to ya. today was a pretty horrible day and I pray that you guys are all safe. thanks.
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