|posted on 12-Feb-2002 6:24:44 PM by kayarra|
|Title: All You Wanted|
Author: Kayarra A.
Summary: New to Roswell, Liz Parker meets Max Evans, the loner. Liz POV
Category: Max/Liz. Not much of the other characters are going to be included, sorry.
Disclaimer: Roswell isn’t mine. All You Wanted is a song by Michelle Branch on her debut album, The Spirit Room.
Authors Note: I kill myself writing all these fics, but the ideas keep floating in my head and they won’t relent. This one is going to be short. It's 9 parts and I've already finished five of them.
* * * *
I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything
I tried to, to be like you and I got swept away
I didn’t know that, it was so cold and
You needed someone to show you the way
So I took your hand and we figured out that
When the tied comes I’ll take you away
If you want to, I can save you, I can take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares
I’m sinking slowly, so hurry hold me,
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me, so I can finally see
Where you go when you’re gone
If you want to, I can save you, I can take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares
All you wanted was somebody who cares
If you need me you know I’ll be there
If you want to I can save you, I can take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares
Please can you tell me, so I can finally see,
Where you go when you’re gone…
All You Wanted--Michelle Branch
* * * *
“Class, this is Elizabeth Parker and she just moved here from Denver, Colorado.” The tall, chemistry teacher introduced me.
I hate my full name, Elizabeth…it’s just so…formal.
“Elizabeth, sit next to Max Evans, you’ll be his lab partner for the rest of the year. Max, raise your hand.” The teacher; Ms. Hardy, continued.
A very cute boy raised his hand, from the back of the classroom. I smile and make my way towards him.
‘Poor new girl, she got stuck with the manic depressive…’
I hear as I passed by a girl with short curly, blonde hair. I frowned. Manic depressive? I walk slower as I hear what the guy who was wearing a varsity jacket next to her says.
‘Yea ’::laugh:: ‘But I give it a few more weeks till he kills himself. Maybe then we won’t have to deal with that guy.’
Okay, so now I’m nervous. I walk towards Max, a bit reluclantly and set my belongings on our lab table.
He doesn’t even look up to me; his hands and eyes are focused on a piece of paper. I wonder if the whisperings I’m hearing is true. Is this guy really that…messed up?
He’s drawing in something, a notebook. I glance over and see what he’s drawing and nearly fall over in shock at how beautiful it is.
It’s only a flower, but the detail is wonderful…it’s like the flower is alive.
“It’s beautiful…” I breathe out unwillingly.
Max snapped his head up and closed the notebook fiercely.
“Uh, sorry…I didn’t mean to bother you,” I say regretfully. I want to still see the picture he was drawing.
“No problem.” Max answers. His voice is velvety and soft but manly.
I stick out my hand. “Liz Parker. Your new lab partner.” I say. I don’t know what’s coming over me, but suddenly, I felt the need to find out what exactly was the truth behind Max Evans.
He takes my hand reluclantly and flashes me a small smile. “Max Evans.” He whispers.
The bell rings just then and he grabs his stuff and leaves the classroom in a hurry. I shake my head, smile and leave a bit slower.
By the time lunch rolls around I’m worn out. This school is just so gossipy. I've heard a lot of things, but mostly about Max Evans.
I turn to the person I’m sitting next to…Maria DeLuca, one of the few girls who talked to me that weren’t a few bulbs short.
“Maria,” I said, garnering her attention from her yogurt.
She looks up and smiles. “Yea Liz?”
“What do you know about Max Evans?” I ask her. Her face shows a moment of sadness and guilt before she answered.
“Well, Max Evans has got to be the worst social outcast.” Maria said.
“Why?” I’m really curious now.
Maria shrugged. “I don’t know, during frosh year, he was normal…you know, happy. But then his dad died in a car accident and he got reclusive. He rarely talked to anyone and these rumors started being spread around about him.” She finishes.
“What were the rumors?”
“Well, they were stupid mainly. Kids, practically Tess Harding and Kyle Valenti, started spreading rumors about how his mom whored her way around town just so they could keep a decent meal on the table. Then people started saying how he tried to kill himself…just stupid stuff like that.” Maria said, her voice choked.
“Doesn’t he have any friends?” I ask. This is getting to me.
High school kids are fucking cruel.
Maria looked down at her folded hands. “Max and I used to be best friends. But he pulled away, stopped answering my phone calls. Stopped caring. So I just let it happen—excuse me.” Maria said before jumping up from the table we were sharing, picking up her stuff, and running into the school
Well, that explained her guilty look. I turn my eyes and search the quad, looking for Max.
When I find Max I grab my stuff from the table and go to where he’s sitting, alone in a secluded area of the quad.
“Max Evans.” I say as I plop myself next to him and give him a bright smile.
Max flinched at the intrusion but let out a little tiny smile when he saw it was me.
“Liz Parker.” He responded.
“In all my glory…”I replied to him. He gave out a half laugh.
I've noticed that this guy does everything in half’s.
Half smiles, half laughs. If he wasn’t so darn cute, I’d be bothered.
“So, what are you sitting all by yourself out here Max?” I ask him after a few seconds of silence.
Max shrugged, and then sighed. “I’m not stupid Liz. I know you’ve probably heard all that you needed to know about me already, so I’m curious as to why you’re sitting here with me.”
“Well Max, I don’t exactly listen to little High School rumors.”
Max gave another half laugh. “Sure.” He said before turning away from me and looking at the scenery. “You know, if this is some kind of joke, or prank that you’ve been initiated to do, save it. I don’t need any of it.” He said, a bit of harshness creeping up in his voice.
Again, he’s blunt.
The bell rings and he jumps up and leaves to the school, and I shake my head, going more slowly.
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|posted on 13-Feb-2002 8:50:01 AM by kayarra|
So, I work at the Crashdown Café now because my parents decided I should try and make my own income.
With this job, I get to wear this oh-so-pretty green dress so short that if I bend over I’ll show my ass, and nice little antennas too.
I hate my parents.
Anyways, now I’m just standing by the wall talking to Maria, who’s mom and dad own the place.
“So why’d you move here from Denver?” Maria asked me.
I shrugged. “My dad had a better job offer here.”
She gives me this look. This look that screams my family are full of idiots. “What the hell kind of job can make him leave a city like Denver to Roswell?”
Good question. A good question that I should of asked him myself.
I shrugged. “I dunno…it’s probably a damn good one.” I told her.
“Liz! Order up!” Michael Guerin called from the kitchen where he cooked. Michael is Maria’s boyfriend…he seems nice. But I can’t really see the attraction between Maria and Michael.
Maria is bubbly and happy, but Michael is the broody Angel type person.
I guess that ‘opposites attracts’ thing is true.
I get the food that Michael finished and then take it to the old couple that had ordered the food and return to my position next to Maria.
“Is work always this boring?” I ask Maria.
Maria looked at her watch. “Nope. Just wait till around six o’ clock. That’s when all those practices are over and the party starts.”
“What time is it now?”
“Great.” I said. Looks like I’ll be bored for another one and a half hours.
The little bell rings above the door and low and behold, in enters Max Evans. I turned towards Maria.
“What’s Max doing here?” I ask Maria. “I thought you said he was the ultimate social outcast?”
Maria nodded. “He is.” She confirmed. That’s why he doesn’t come at six o’clock.” Maria pointed at where he was sitting. “He’s in your section. Go take his order.”
Actually, it’s Maria’s section, but I pass over that fact. I would like to talk to Max a bit more.
A walk over to where Max was sitting. “Hey Max,” I said easily. I smile at him, hoping this meeting between us isn’t as tense as the last.
Max looked up. “Liz.” He said.
What a great way to greet a woman Max.
“So what you looking to eat?” I asked him while pulling the order book out from the pocket of my alien dress.
I must talk to Maria about these uniforms. Like, soon.
“Uh…just a Men in Black special…and a cherry coke” Max replied.
I nod. “Anything else cutie?” I say with a special smile. It’s not like I’m lying. Max is cute, with a capital C.
And that’s the amazing thing to me. I mean, come on, this is high school. If you looked like Max in my high school in Denver, nobody would give a shit that you were manic-depressive.
I guess Roswell really is filled with aliens.
He blushes and I resist the urge to say ‘awe’.
“No, nothing else.” He says with the red tinting his cheeks.
I smile. “Well, I’ll be right back.” I walk off and give his order to the little spinney thingy, which I still don’t know what is called.
Maria looks up at me quietly as I stand by her waiting for Max’s order to come through.
“So…” she says.
“So…” I reply. I know she feels guilty. Number one, Max was in her section, not mine. I guess she did that to avoid Max and I can’t help but be a little mad at her.
“So, um…” Maria stalls, and then gives me a bright smile. “Want to go the mall this weekend?” She asked cheerfully. “They are having a huge sell at Express.”
I nod. “Sure.” It wouldn’t hurt. Let me reveal a little secret. I’m a shop-a-holic. I love, love, love shopping and if I wasn’t so darn smart, I’d blow my whole credit card in one day.
“Liz! Orders up!” Michael called from his position in the kitchen. I look at my watch and notice it’s time for a break. I smile to myself and pick up the order and go to Max.
“Here you go.” I say as I place Max’s food on the table. Instead of leaving like I do all the time, I place my self across from Max in the booth.
“Yes?” Max asks, looking up from his food.
I smirk. “We really need to go over politeness and how to treat a woman, Max.” I told him. I saw the corner of Max’s lips tweak, than go back to its original position.
“You wanted something Liz?” Max asked me.
I smile. “Not really, just wanted to chat.” I reach over and take a fry off of his plate. “You don’t mind do you?” I say before eating the fry and giving him a smile.
“No, be my guest,” he muttered sarcastically. He sighs and puts his head in his hands. “What do you want Liz?”
“I just want to chat.” I tell him innocently.
He gives me a once over that seems as if he is looking into my soul and I shiver. Not with fear, but with…something else.
“Be honest with me Liz.” He says quietly.
Okay, time to get serious. “I just wanted to be your friend.” I take in a deep breath. “I noticed how people talk about you in school…and I thought that you would need a friend, you know?” It kind of comes off as a ramble.
He looks mad now. “Look Liz,” he says tersely. “I am not a charity case. I don’t need you to be my friend. One more year in this shit town and I’m out of Roswell.” He tells me.
“Okay.” I say before getting up and walking away. Now, don’t get me wrong, I want to be Max’s friend and all, but I know when to back away.
I walk over to my place by Maria once again and she stares at me like she has this huge thing she wants to ask/tell me.
“Yes?” I asked her.
She tries to be nonchalant. “So what were you and Max talking about?” She asks me and wrings her hands.
I shrug. “Nothing much. I kind of got the feeling he doesn’t want me around him.” I told her honestly.
Maria slowly nods before walking quietly into the backroom. I stare after her. I know that she doesn’t mean to just walk away from her friendship with Max. But I wish she would try harder.
Fifteen minutes later Max leaves and fifteen minutes after that the Crashdown begins rapidly filling up. Maria wasn’t lying when she said the party started at six.
Finally at eight I’m let off and I begin my twenty-minute walk home. The last time I drove, it wasn’t a pretty site and now my parents are refusing to let me near the steering wheel of a car until I’m eighteen.
About ten minutes into the walk I see the one and only Max Evans walking in the opposite direction as me.
“Max!” I call. He turns towards and me and does something that looks like a grimace.
I think I should be offended.
He walks towards me. “Hey Liz.” He says and prepares to keep walking.
I stop him. “You just gonna let me walk around at night with no one?” I ask with a smile on my face.
He looks at me. “Where do you live?” he asked.
My smile gets wider. “Ten minutes from here. Come on.” I say as I hold his arm and we begin walking.
“So what are you doing just walking around at night?” I ask Max.
“I needed fresh air.” He says quietly. I give him a look that basically tells him that I’m not buying it.
He looks at me and then lowers his head to the ground. “My mom has a boyfriend over and I didn’t…” He stops and I don’t push him further.
“So,” I say, changing the subject. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask him.
He nods. “My ten year old sister, Isabel is at a friends house after school until nine at night.” He tells me.
“Why so late?” I asked a little shocked.
He gave one of his patented half laughs. “To her, it’s better than staying at home all day long.”
I’m curious, sure, but pushing him to tell me everything about his childhood and his home life is a no-go.
“This is my house.” I say as I stop at a perfect two story suburban house. I smile at him. “Thank you for walking me home Max.” He nods and just as he turns to leave a kiss on his cheek.
“See you later.” I said, resisting laughing at the astonished look on his face and walk into my house.
Note: Thanks so much for the feedback! I really appreciate it Why is Max like he is? Hum...you'll find out!
|posted on 13-Feb-2002 5:05:41 PM by kayarra|
[ edited 1 time(s), last at 13-Feb-2002 5:10:15 PM ]
|posted on 13-Feb-2002 5:08:06 PM by kayarra|
|Note: I wasn't going to post anything till tomorrow, but I'm bored, LOL|
Thanks for the Feedback!!
I enter the school building the day after walking home with Max. Already, some blonde twit with curly hair and blue eyes and dressed in blue and gold Comets cheerleading outfit approaches me.
She looks familiar, but I can’t place her.
“Hi, Elizabeth Parker right?” The girl asks. I nod. “I’m Tess Harding.” She continues.
Tess Harding…now where do I know that name?
“I’m in your chemistry class.” She provides when she sees the blank look I have on my face.
Ooh, okay, now I know who she is. Tess Harding is the one I heard talking about Max on my first day.
Tess Harding is the girl Maria told me spread rumors about Max. Along with Kyle Valenti.
I don’t like Tess Harding.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Yes?”
“Well, we were wondering if you would join the cheerleading squad. You look perfect for it.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yea, you know, the squad.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Liz, if you want to be popular, the best thing to do is join the squad.” Her blue eyes begin to narrow.
I’m only half listening now. Out the corner of my eyes I see Max, walking by us.
“Max!” I call. He turns around and looks at me. I smile and face Tess who has a look of disgust on her face.
Oops, there goes my popularity.
I give her a fake smile. “Great talking to you Tess.” I say before catching up with Max who has already started walking away.
“Hey Max.” I saw to him warmly.
He gives me a slight nod, barely looking at me. “Liz.”
I smirk at him. “If I didn’t know better Max, I would say that my presence here doesn’t please you very much.”
“You’re a smart one aren’t you?” He says sarcastically and I laughed. That’s the first time he’s returned my sarcasm.
He lets out a small laugh himself.
“So what did you do after you walked me home?” I asked him, at loss for anything to say to him.
“I picked up my sister and went home.” He said simply.
I nod and then look around the hall and notice everyone was staring at Max and I. “Don’t look now Max, but I think we’re being stared at.” I say with a smile.
He looks, but this time he doesn’t give me a sarcastic reply. He actually looks kind of sad. “Sorry.” He said quietly.
I look over at him, confused. “Sorry for what?”
He shakes his head and begins walking way to fast for me to keep up with him.
Damn my short legs.
Oh well, we were lab partners in the chem. Lab, which is our first period.
By the time I get to the lab most of the class is already there. When I begin walking towards the lab table Max is already at, I can here whispers going on. I can’t really understand what they’re saying, but I hear my name and Max’s name pop up every few seconds.
I reach the lab and sit next to Max, who’s currently ignoring me by looking at the flat black table.
We both sit quietly as Ms. Hardy explains our assignment for the day. When she’s done, I turn to Max.
“So Max, why’d you run off like that?”
Instead of answering me he gets up and gets our supplies that we need and comes back to our seat.
“Can you pour in the liquid while I stir it?” He asks, without looking at me. I comply because I figure we should at least get the assignment done.
So, we’re like that for the rest of the hour. He asks for something, I get it. I ask for something, he gets it. And we both answer the questions. The assignment takes most of the hour and by the time we’re done we still can’t talk because Ms. Hardy has some kind of huge thing she wants to tell the class.
“Okay students, we’re going to do a project that’s worth 50% of your grade. And before you ask, your partners are the people you sit next to in lab.”
She goes on to explain the project, which is hard by the way. By the time she’s done we still have 1 minute left before the bell rings so I turn back to Max.
“So Max, what’s with the ignore game you have going on?” I ask him and he finally looks up at him.
“Look Liz, you’re new.” He explains slowly.
30 seconds till the bell. Damn it he’s doing this on purpose.
“And I don’t want your reputation to-“ he’s cut off by the bell. He leaves and I sit stunned for a few seconds before leaving for my next class, Algebra-Trig.
* * * *
Lunchtime rolls around and I’m sitting with Maria again because Max has yet to appear. That, or he’s sitting under a different tree this time.
“So, there are rumors going on.” Maria tells me.
I give her a look. “What kind of rumors?”
“That you’re dating Max.” She said. She starts to say something else, but stops instead.
“Yes?” I asked, hoping she would continue.
“And that you guys are planning on quote ‘doing a dual suicide.’”
At first, I don’t know what to say. But then, I laugh. And Maria looks at me like I’m crazy. “This school is weird,” I explain to her.
She lets out a small laugh herself, but I can tell she still thinks I have a few screws loose.
“There’s Max!” I said, as I see him walking into the quad and sitting under the same tree. I turn to Maria. “I’m going to go sit with him.” I told her. I grab my stuff and prepare to leave. “You coming?” I asked her.
She thinks for a while before nodding and following me to where Max is.
“Hey Max.” I said while dropping my stuff and sitting next to him. Maria is less reluctant to sit down, but after giving her a glare she sits next to me.
“Hey Max.” She says shyly while pushing the hair behind her ears.
He looks at Maria, and then turns to look at me. “Is this supposed to be funny?” He asked and we give him a confused look.
He shakes his head. “Never mind.”
Maria looked at him a little hurt.
“So.” I say loudly, bringing their attention to me. “Maria tells me that you two used to be friends.”
“Used to, are the operative words.” Max mumbles under his breath. Maria looks at him, crushed this time and not just hurt.
Instead of saying something back to him, she gets up and leaves to sit with her other friends.
I glare at Max and smack him lightly on his arm. “Why the hell did you do that?” I asked a little pissed off.
He looks at me and he’s a lot more pissed off than I am.
“If you knew Maria and I are friends, then I guess you know why we are no longer friends, huh?”
I nod. “Yes, I do.”
“Then why’d you bring her over here?”
“Because Max, she honestly seems regretful of the way your friendship went. Can’t you give her a second chance? She used to be your best friend. Doesn’t that matter to you?”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans back and rests his head on the oak tree.
I let it go. This time, anyways. “So, we should really meet up after school to talk about the project in chem.” I tell him.
He nods. “Can we meet at the Crash Down, say, around 4:30?” He asks.
“Sure, we’ll talk about it during my break.”
He smiles slightly just as the bell rings.
This time, he doesn’t run.
|posted on 14-Feb-2002 10:05:54 AM by kayarra|
|Note Happy V-Day. Thanks for all the replies, I'm glad everyone is enjoying this |
So here I am again, standing next to Maria, at the Crashdown with my alien uniform on and doing anything but working.
I look up at the huge clock on the wall that has an alien in the background and alien fingers that tell time.
I've got ten minutes before Max shows up.
I face Maria. “Max is coming in ten minutes.”
She nods. “I know he is.”
“So he comes at 4:30 everyday?” I ask.
I give her a look. “And you guys never even talk.”
She gives an exasperated sigh. “Lay off it Liz.” She says sternly.
I hold my hands up as a sign of backing off. “I’m off it.” I tell her and she glares at me. “I am, really.”
I’m crossing my toes in my shoes, by the way.
She nods. “Good.”
“So anyways.” I tell her. “When he comes, I’m going to have to take a break.”
“We have to talk about the project that Ms. Hardy is making us do.”
“Oh yea, that.” She says. “Michael is my partner.” She leans a little closer to me, not wanting Michael to hear what she says next. “I’m going to have to do all the work.” She says and I laughed.
“I’d imagine.” I said between giggles. Michael is in my Algebra-Trig class and he doesn’t exactly act like he’s having the best time of his life there.
The door chime rings and in enters Max. I look at the time and it’s exactly 4:30.
I look over at Maria who has turned her head and let out a little sigh and then go to where Max is sitting.
“Hey Max.” I said, while sitting down across from him in the booth. “You’re very punctual. I like that.”
He smirks. “Great.”
“Should I be offended?” I ask him with a smile on my face.
He laughs a half laugh. “Probably.”
He reaches in his book bag and pulls out his notes on our project. He hands them to me and I read over them real quickly.
“Wow, this is going to be hard.” I say mostly to myself. He nods in agreement. “It’s going to take a lot more then ten minute breaks at the Crashdown.” I tell him. “Can we meet at your house tomorrow after school? It’s my day off.”
He shakes his head fiercely. “Uh, no.” He says. “How about we meet at your house instead.”
I raise my eyebrows, but I don’t question him. “Sure.” I say slowly. “So, do you want anything to eat? My break is almost over.”
“Galaxy sub.” He says without asking to look at a menu.
I pull my order pad out of my alien uniform and give write his order down. “Drink?”
“Cherry coke.” He says and I write that down also before getting up.
“I’ll be back with your food in a bit.” I tell him before putting the order on the rack thingy. Nope, I still don’t know what it’s called.
While I wait to bring Max his meal, I ponder his reaction to me saying that I wanted to go over his house.
I did that on purpose, by the way.
I just don’t get him.
Why won’t he show me where he lives? Is he that self-conscious about what his house looks like?
I just wish he would know that appearances, money, all of that crap, don’t matter to me. I’m not trying to make Max a project of mine.
I’m trying to make him a friend of mine. I want him to give me a complete laugh, a complete smile.
“Order up Liz!” Michael calls, breaking my thoughts. I sigh and reach for the order and then take them to Max.
“Here you go.” I tell him with a smile.
He gives me a, you guessed it, a half smile and proceeds to eat.
“So, can you walk me home tonight?” I asked him.
He looks up at me in surprise.
“I mean we can meet at the same place we met before.”
He nods. “Okay, that’ll be…okay.”
I nod and then turn around and go about my job.
* * * *
Later that night, I’m waiting in the same place for Max. I've been waiting for five minutes already. Just when I’m about to turn around I see Max jogging to reach me.
“And I thought you were punctual.” I joke to him when he reaches me.
“Sorry about that. I get held up at home.”
I nod at him. “So, where do you live by the way?”
He thinks for a minute. “Not around here.”
I guess when he says around here he means not around the perfect two story, white picket fences houses.
“Do you think I care that you don’t live around here Max?” I ask, ceasing our walking as I face him.
He gives me a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean Max. I’m not trying to be mean or anything to you. I’m not the kind of girl that thinks about appearances, you know?”
He starts walking again. “Good for you.”
I start walking after him in silence. “So what’s true about all those things that I hear about you?”
This time he stops walking. “Why the hell do you want to know?”
“Don’t get frisky.” I say to him. “I’m just curious.”
He keeps walking again. “Well, it’s none of your damn business.”
That hurt, seriously.
I keep walking and catch up to him. “I didn’t mean to piss you off.” I tell him.
“I didn’t mean to get pissed off.” He tells me.
“I understand that you don’t want me to know anything about you…I just thought we were becoming friends.”
He stops and stares at me. “Listen Liz. Is this some sort of game you’re playing with me? Because if it is, I would just like you to know that it is not funny at all.” He tells me with a mix of anger and hurt in his voice.
“No!” I exclaim. “I’m not playing games. Why do you think that?”
“Well, for one, you were hanging out with Tess Harding this morning.”
I laugh and he looks at me. “First off.” I say. “Tess Harding wanted me to be on the cheerleading team for some insane reason. You think its drugs?” I ask as a joke. “I know what Tess Harding did and the last thing I’d want to do is hang around her.” I tell him.
He stares again and doesn’t say anything so we continue to walk to my house. This time slower than we were before.
When we reach my house we stand across from each other without saying anything. So I kiss him on the cheek again.
“See you later Liz.” He mumbles. He’s about to turn and walk away but he turns back to me again.
“Oh, and yea, I think its drugs.” He says half laughing before walking away.
It takes me a minute to understand what he’s talking about but when I do figure it out I break into hysterics.
Maybe we will be friends.
|posted on 15-Feb-2002 9:12:24 AM by kayarra|
|Note Hey, thanks for the feedback. I'm sorry, but I forgot the posting name of the person who asked for Max's POV. Anyways, no, sorry, I won't be adding Max's POV, this is just Liz's...I hope I don't dissapoint.|
New part in a few minutes.
|posted on 15-Feb-2002 9:14:17 AM by kayarra|
Here I am, a week at West Roswell High School and I’m already the new gossip.
Not that I mind.
When I walk into the school I feel eyes on me coming from the left and right.
Not that I mind.
A cheerleader hisses at me as I pass by the jock crowd.
Not that I mind, of course.
I guess I’m finally seeing what Max has to go through every day of his life. But the bad part is, I think I’m not even getting a half of what he gets.
I see Max standing by his locker and I go walk towards him. “Hey Max.” I say to him while smiling. We’ve been doing this for a week now. I’d go to his locker and we’d walk to class. He’d never initiate it. I've found that to make this friendship work, I have to wear the pants.
He gives me a half smile.
Not that I expected anything else.
He closes his locker door and we walk silently to the chemistry class. While I’m walking, I search frantically for a pen.
When I can’t find one, I turn to Max.
“Per chance, young sir, might you have pen?” I ask Max, imitating a British accent.
“What the hell was that?” Max asks while smirking.
“Give me a damn pen.” I responded.
He let out a snort of laughter before reaching in his pocket and giving me a blue pen to use.
We enter the classroom together and no one even pretends to hide his or her whispers about us.
Max puts his head down and leads us to our lab table. My head was up the whole time by the way.
When we sit down, he leans over to me. “Sorry about that.” He whispers. He really sounds regretful.
“It’s not a problem Max.” I responded with a smile.
He nods and we pay attention to the assignment of the day. But I don’t really pay attention today. I’m paying attention to the people behind us who are having a field day with their new rumors.
“I heard they attempted suicide together.” Annoying girl number one says.
“No shit?” Annoying girl number two asks.
Annoying girl number one shakes her head. “No shit.”
“I thought she would be cool.” Annoying girl number two says.
“I thought so too.” Says annoying girl number one.
Annoying girl number two laughs. “What is up with Roswell? We have like, two crazy as hell people here. Shit, I should move.”
Annoying girl number one laughs also.
I look at Max who’s busy paying attention to Ms. Hardy. But I know he can hear them talking about us like that.
I wonder how he does it.
How he just closes his ears to all the negative stuff around him.
I stop my thoughts as I feel a paper ball hit the back of my head, a paper ball that’s got to be from either annoying girl number one or two.
I turn around ready to smack some girl silly when Max grabs my arm.
“It’s not worth it.” I hear him whisper to me.
I look at him and with his golden brown eyes he’s begging me not to make a huge deal out of this.
Who can resist golden brown eyes?
I nod at him and turn back around to face Ms. Hardy who has completed giving us the assignment that I did not hear.
Max gets up and gets the supplies that we need and returns to our table.
“So what are we doing?” I ask innocently.
“We’re supposed to mix some chemicals together and write down what they do.” He tells me.
“Do you want to mix or write?” I ask him.
I nod and get out a sheet of paper and write down the chemicals were supposed to mix together from the board.
As we work together, we can hear more and more whispers about us. Every time I hear something, I have to clench my fists and grit my teeth.
How in the world does Max live with this?
I copy the result of the last answer and write our names on the top of the sheet. We still have fifteen minutes of classes left over.
“So you’re coming over at 4:30, right?” I ask Max.
“And you have to leave at 7:00?”
Max nods again.
“You plan on using your vocal cords?”
“Sorry,” he responds.
“It’s okay…you’re just quiet.”
“Why?” I ask him.
“I’m a quiet guy.”
I leave him alone then and for the last ten minutes we sit quietly and wait for the bell to ring.
It’s worse when you’re quiet. You can hear everything going on around you and these things I’m hearing are things that I don’t want to hear.
This is hard, really hard. I don’t think I could deal with this for as long as Max has without responding.
The bell finally rings and Max and I separate ways.
* * * *
Lunch time again and Max nor Maria are anywhere in site so I go to Max’s tree and sit down and wait for him.
And I waited for a long time, so long that the bell had rung and Max hadn’t showed up at all.
Maria showed up and sat down with me under the tree. She said she wanted to make amends with Max.
Wrong day for her to choose to make amends, eh?
So we just sat down and ate our lunch in silence, occasionally asking questions that we didn’t really care about the answer.
When Maria and I were walking back towards the school, I apologized to her. “Sorry for Max not showing up.”
Maria gave a weak smile. “It’s okay.”
“I’ll make sure to kick his ass when he comes over my house to work on the science project.”
Maria laughed. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” We walked in silence until we reached the entrance of the school. “Just make sure you tell him that if he ever wants to make amends, he knows where to find me.”
I nod. “Will do.”
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I saw Max occasionally but whenever I tried to talk to him he would just turn around and walk the other way.
I thought we were finally starting to become friends and now he’s just avoiding me like I’m the plague or something.
Max. He’s just a big ball of confusion.
|posted on 16-Feb-2002 10:35:08 AM by kayarra|
|Note Wendy congrats on having a baby! I'm so glad she came out healthy Sorry I haven't been on AIM a lot, I've been doing the whole ACT thing.|
Thanks so much everyone for the feedback! Part 7, which is already finished is the part you learn about Max.
So, it’s 4:25 and I’m sitting here in my bedroom, waiting for Max to appear. I hadn’t talked to him all day after 1st hour and truth be told I missed him.
I came to Roswell a week ago and already I think of him as my new best friend.
Not that I would tell him that.
I get the feeling I’m nothing but an annoyance to him and his world, that I’m merely and intruder.
The doorbell rings and I run down the stairs, hoping to get there before my dad, who’s home early for some insane reason, answers the door.
“Is Liz here?” I hear Max ask my dad from where I’m at in the kitchen. I figure I’d let my dad grill him for a few minutes and if it got to serious I’d go and save him.
“She’s up in her room.” My dad simply answers and doesn’t elaborate.
I snicker to myself.
“Can I come in?”
My dad doesn’t budge. “Who are you?” He asks.
Before you ask, no my dad isn’t this mean ass person. He’s actually quite nice. But he always took it upon himself to play with a guy’s mind.
“Where are you from?” My dad says in a loud commando voice that makes me crack up loudly.
I know, I know, not that funny but he even added a little accent to it.
Both Max and my dad look toward the kitchen where they know I’m out.
Oops, there goes my hiding space.
“Lizzie, you can come out.” My dad says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I come out and smile widely at my dad and at Max. “Hey.”
“Hey Liz.” Max said quietly.
“Why don’t you come in?” I told him as my dad retired to the living room. As we walk to my room, I begin to talk to him. “Sorry bout my dad. He just likes doing that.” I whisper to him.
He gave a half smile. “I figured.”
When we get to my room, instead of getting the stuff for the project out for us to start on, I stood in front of him with my arms crossed.
Max raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”
“You ditched me at lunch.” I told him.
“Oh, that.” He said as he looked at his shoes.
“And whenever I tried to say hi to you, you walked the other way.”
Oh. He said ‘Oh.’
“That hurt Max. I thought you were my friend and you just ditched me like that. That really hurt.” I say to him softly.
I think this was the most emotion I've ever let him see from me.
“I’m sorry Liz, but maybe we shouldn’t be friends.” He told me.
I look at him.
“We should finish this project.” I said before turning to my book bag and getting all the supplies out.
Okay, so I did the thing that I said I wouldn’t do…I gave up.
So you think.
We work on the project for a good hour before he has to go. By that time we’ve already finished two–thirds of it.
“So, I guess I’ll see you later Liz.” Max says.
“Yea, later” I say coldly before I turned back to my bed. Max leaves and I wait till I see him walking past my window before running to put on my shoes and throwing on my jacket.
I was going to follow him.
* * * * *
My feet hurt.
So far, I've walked ten blocks to where Max went to go pick up his little sister, Isabel.
What a cute one, she is.
Long blonde hair and from what I could see, brown eyes.
So, I follow him for ten more blocks as we reach the Roswell trailer Park. So, this is where he lives?
Does he think I would condemn him because he lives in a trailer park?
I watch as he and his sister goes into a blue and white one. Ten minutes pass by and I’m not sure what to do.
I could do one of two things.
A. Leave and never speak to Max Evans again. If he doesn’t want me to be apart of his life, then why the hell should I push it?
Or I could:
B. Walk right up to his trailer, knock on the door and demand him to speak to me. What kind of person am I to let what could be a good friendship go.
I mule over it for a while and then I decide.
I’m going to go with the latter. No sir, Liz Parker has never been one to let a good person pass her by.
Momma ain’t raise no fool.
Oh shut up, that was funny.
So, yea, I’m going to go knock on the door.
Two minutes pass by.
I swear it, I’m going to knock on that door and demand to talk to Max.
Another minute passes.
I take in a deep breath and walk up to the door and knock.
No one answers so I knock again.
This time Max’s sister, Isabel answers the door.
“Hello?” She said in her small ten-year-old voice.
I smile at her. “Is Max here?” I asked.
She looks at me confused. “Max! Some girl is here to see you!” She screams inside her house.
She walks away and out comes Max to the door.
“Hey cutie.” I say smiling at him.
He looks shocked…he also looks quite pissed off. “What the HELL are you doing here?” He says loudly.
My smile fades. “I-I just wanted to talk to you.”
He comes out of the trailer and closes his door behind me. “What did you think you were going to accomplish by coming back here?” He shouts at me.
“I’d get my friend back.” I said softly.
Max sighs and leads me out of the trailer park and we start walking towards my own home.
After ten blocks or so, we stop walking “Why are you doing this Liz?” He asks me.
“Because Max, I really liked having you as a friend of mine.” I tell him.
“We’ve only been friends for one week.”
“I know that, but I already think of you as a best friend.”
He smirks at me. “You move fast.”
I laugh. “Seriously Max, why did you ditch me like that? I really liked hanging out with you…for this week.”
“Didn’t you see what was happening to you?” Max asked me.
“What are you talking about?”
“You became everything I had to suffer with for the past three years. You’re the class loser now. Someone even threw a paper ball at your head Liz!”
I smile meekly at him. “At least you won’t have to suffer alone.”
“That’s not good enough Liz. Being my friend ruins you.” He said softly.
“I don’t care Max!” I’m shouting now. “I don’t care about being the most popular girl in school! I don’t care about that crap.”
I take a deep breath and stare at Max, who’s looking at me intently. “I care about you.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t mean that.”
“I meant every word of it Max.”
I don’t know what came over me.
I don’t know what convinced me to reach over to him and do what I wanted to do from the minute I saw him.
I don’t know what made me reach over and give Max a kiss…on the lips.
|posted on 17-Feb-2002 11:38:29 AM by kayarra|
|Note: Hey, I have a new part for ya'll. I hope everyone likes it and leave me feedback |
So we’re like that for a few minutes. Our lips pressed up against each other.
If this were Dawson’s Creek, it’d be raining.
But it’s not raining.
The sun is just beginning to set so there is still warmth on our arms.
We break apart and we look at each other. Not really sure what to say.
“What was that for?” Max asked me, breaking our content silence.
This is it, moment of truth.
“I like you Max.” I say a bit shy about it. “I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. But now I realize that I do and I just hope that you like me too.”
He blushes, and instead of telling me how much he dislikes me, he surprises me. “I like you too Liz.”
And again we reached for each other and kissed again. But this kiss is different…deeper than the last one.
I slowly open my mouth and wait for him to follow my lead. When he does, I slowly put my tongue in his mouth and he does the same and soon we’re French kissing like we’ve both did it a million times.
And we kiss for what feels like ten minutes before breaking apart. We’re panting heavy and just looking in each other’s eyes.
“What happens next Liz?” He asks me softly while putting his big hands through my hair.
I shrug. “I think we just let it happen, you know?”
He nods. “Whatever happens happens?”
I smile. “Exactly.”
And you want to know what happens next?
He smiles at me.
He doesn’t give me his patented half smile but he gives me more than that.
He gives me his full smile.
* * * *
We’re walking home now, holding hands and a block before my house I remember something I was supposed to tell him.
“Yea, Liz?” he responds.
“Maria wanted me to tell you that if you ever wanted to reconcile your friendship with her, you know where she is.” I say in one breath.
He stops walking.
I smirk. “At this rate, I’ll never get home.”
He doesn’t respond to that comment. “I don’t know if I ever want to be friends with Maria again.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because, I feel like shit for what I did to her.” He states and he tries to walk off again but I pull back.
“Okay, hold it buddy. Why do you feel bad? Maria’s the one who left your friendship high and dry.”
He shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that. I totally blew her off and just made her think she was the bad person in this whole situation because I was going through some bad things in my life.”
I stare. “Ouch.”
He nods. “I screwed up too badly for us to be friends again.”
“What happened to you Max, that made you change so much?” I asked.
He turned his head away from me. “Liz, I don’t want to talk about that yet…is that okay?”
“That’s fine.” I told him.
“Max, if I’ll talk to her, is that okay?” I ask him, hoping he’ll at least try and patch things up.
“You’re defiantly a piece of work Liz Parker.”
“And you’re not?” I say while smirking at him.
He doesn’t answer. We just keep walking and when we get to my house when we arrive he stops in front of my house. Instead of giving him my customary kiss on the cheek, he plants a big one on my lips.
“Bye Liz.” He says as he walks away, leaving me dazed.
* * * * *
I enter the school on that Wednesday and automatically see Max standing by his locker waiting for me.
“Hey hot stuff.” I say while I walked up to him. He laughs and I smile at him, glad that everything that went down last night wasn’t just a dream.
Like every other morning the kids are staring at us again.
I mean really, Roswell is full of losers. Our friendship has been the talk of the town for the past week.
Gee, you’d figure someone would get pregnant by now.
Anyways, yes, I notice all the eyes on Max and I, but what convinces me to do what I do next is puzzling.
I kiss Max in front of the whole hall.
The kiss was short, but the other kids have yet to stop staring. I take Max’s hand in mines and we walk towards the chem. Class.
And we enter, hand in hand as a way of outing our selves to the people who haven’t seen the already infamous kiss.
The whispering is so loud that it’s almost deafening. I look up at Max and make sure that what I did was okay.
He gives me a smile so I guess he’s fine with it.
I think I should mention that it wasn’t a half smile, but another one of those full smiles.
So, it’s like that for the rest of the hour. If we were to hear an extra loud whisper of something ignorant, I’d look up at him and he’d smile and I’d know he’s doing okay.
Oh and annoying girls are at it again.
“I heard that tomorrow their cult is forcing them to kill themselves.” Annoying girl one says.
“No shit?” Annoying girl two asks.
Annoying girl number one shakes her head. “No shit.”
“Wait, how do you know that? Are you like, a part of their cult?” Annoying girl two asks.
“No way, I totally read it in her diary.”
Okay, this one is funny. Where the hell do they come up with these things? Yes, I do keep a journal, but I was never dumb enough to bring it to school.
I sneak a look over at Max and can tell he’s trying not to laugh at what the girls are saying. Luckily, the bell rings and we leave the class hand and hand slightly laughing.
“So that’s how rumors are made up?” I ask giggling.
“Apparently.” Max answered, smiling.
We break apart and don’t see each other till lunchtime.
* * * * *
“Word around the street is that you and Max Evans are dating.” Maria says as she stands next to me while I wait for Max to appear.
I nod. “Yup.”
She nods. “Great. I’m glad for you two.”
“Oh yea, I talked to Max about you.”
“And?” Maria asks anxiously.
“He’s going to talk to you.” I say simply, not letting her know what he’s going to say.
We go to Max’s big oak tree and wait for him to arrive. Five minutes later, he does.
He gives me a little kiss before turning to Maria.
“Hey Maria.” He says shyly.
I hope she’s not pissed at him when she finds out what he did.
|posted on 18-Feb-2002 3:53:05 PM by kayarra|
|Note: Hey everyone! Sorry I didn't post this earlier but winter break ended and I was at school. This is the last part I have finished...I'll try to write parts 8 and the conclusion tonight. Thanks for the FB!|
“I’m glad you agreed to talk to me.” Maria says quietly.
Max looked at her, and then looked at me.
“No, I didn’t say anything yet.” I provided.
He nods. “I should apologize to you Maria.”
Maria looks at him, confused. “What do you have to apologize for? I’m the one who ditched you.”
Max shakes his head at her. “No, I made you think that…I was the reason we stopped being friends.”
“Can you elaborate? ‘Cause, I’m not following you.” Maria demands. She sounds a little pissed.
Max notices this and lets out a sigh. “Maria, I’m the one to blame. I abandoned you; I made sure you would never speak to me. Whenever you’d call I’d tell Isabel to tell you that I wasn’t there.”
“And I still gave up.” Maria said. “That’s why it’s my fault. If I had really cared you wouldn’t have been able to just ditch me like that.”
Okay, this is going nowhere. They apparently can’t agree on whom to blame for the misshapenness of the friendship.
“Okay, so how about, both of your are at fault.” I interrupt.
They look at me.
I turn to Max. “Max, you’re at fault because you ignored her.” I then turn to Maria. “And Maria, you’re at fault because you let him ignore you.”
They look at me.
“So, hug and make up.” I tell them.
They look at me.
Okay, this is starting to get annoying. I slap Max on the back. “Hug and make up.” I say again, my voice taking on a slightly irked tone.
They look at each other this time and reluctantly they give each other a hug. When they break apart Maria has tears in her eyes.
I feel like this is an after school special on PBS.
“Awe.” I say.
* * * * *
So, I have another day off of work today.
Max is walking me home after school.
“So, that was nice that you and Maria made up.” I tell him.
He nods. “Thanks for that. I was sure she would never want to talk to me again.”
I look at him. “Max, I don’t mean to pry on your private life, but what made you do all that?”
Instead of answering he stays silent and we continue to walk to my house.
I guess he’s still not ready for me to know that much about him.
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me yet.” I say to him as we enter my house.
My parents aren’t home early today, so I decide he can stay for a while, at least, until 5:15.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you Liz-“ He cuts himself off.
“But?” I ask, hoping he’ll go on.
“But, it’s not something I like talking about.”
“Why not?” I push. I know, I know, I should relent, but I want to know what happened to him and his family.
What made him turn so reclusive?
I look at him but he doesn’t answer. He looks at his shoes instead of looking at me.
I sigh and I lead him to the living room instead of continuing to harass him.
So we sit on the living room couch, on the opposite sides of each other, not really saying anything.
This is maddening.
“Liz?” I hear Max say.
I turn to him from where I was looking at the blank television screen.
“After my dad died three years ago when I was fifteen, things got really bad for me, my mom and sister.”
I scoot closer to him and place my hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me…” I whisper to him when I see how hard he’s struggling to say it.
He shakes his head. “I can do this.” He said.
I nod and he goes on.
“Before my dad died, we used to live in South Oak.” He says and my eyes widen. South Oak has got to be the richest neighborhood in Roswell. The houses there are huge. Like, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air mansion huge.
“My dad was a lawyer.” He continued. “One day he was driving back from his from Albuquerque where he had a huge case…he promised Isabel and I that he would bring pizza back when he came home.” Max paused. “He never came home.”
My eyes fill with tears and I grab Max’s hand for support. I’m not sure if it helps him, but I hope it did.
“A truck had rammed into his car from behind…the driver of the truck was drunk.” Max continued, his voice wavering. “When we got the call from the police about his death…my mother was never the same, especially after my dad’s funeral. She just shut down. Before the accident she was great, she used to really show affection for Isabel and I and made sure we felt that she loved us.”
I looked up at Max and noticed that a tear was slowly falling down his face. My own eyes were filling with tears.
“For awhile after the funeral, she was reclusive, and didn’t really talk to anyone. Not even us. We had a hard enough time dealing with our dads’ death, but it seemed as though our mother died with him. Then, about a month afterwards, she begin to get…” He stopped. “She began to date a lot and she would always bring her boyfriends home and…they would do stuff.”
I reached up and wiped the tear that fell from his eyes and he looked at me and gave me a small smile.
“After about a year, we lost the house because my mother was spending most of it and since my mom was a stay at home mom, we didn’t have much of an income. So we had to move to the trailer parks.”
I watched silently as Max pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket and showed them to me.
“These are my anti-depressants.” He whispered. “My dad’s death really affected me bad because he was the one I looked up to and I began to get really depressed so I was put on the anti-depressants. I take them every morning when I wake up and every afternoon before lunch. And that’s pretty much it.”
“But, how did people happen find out that you were on anti-depressants?” I asked him curiously.
“Kyle Valenti saw me taking the pills one day before lunch. He took the bottle and read what it said.”
“What about Isabel?” I asked him. “How did she deal with it?”
“I think out of all of us…she had a better time dealing with our dad’s death. She was only four when he died so he, I hate to say this, didn’t have as much of an impact on her life as it did to my mother and I.”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through all that Max. Nobody deserves that kind of heartache.” I tell him softly.
He shrugs. “No, nobody deserves this, but it happens anyways. No matter who you are or how nice, or how rich, or how famous.”
I put my head on his shoulder. “I want you to know that I’ll be here when you need me.” I tell him softly.
He looked down at me. “Will you?”
I nod. “Whenever you need to talk about something and need to confide in someone about what’s happening, you can always come to me.”
“Thank you Liz.” He says and he lifts my head and gives me a long kiss on the lips.
And I’m feeling things now.
I’m feeling things that are deeper than liking someone.
And I don’t want to say it, but I think I’m feeling love.
Crazy, huh? I've known him for a little over a week and already I’m feeling love.
But I think that’s it.
Love isn’t supposed to be logical. It’s not something that’s planned and there’s no one you can blame.
|posted on 20-Feb-2002 5:33:27 PM by kayarra|
Thanks for the feedback! The final part(s?) of this will be out this weekend. I'm in school and junior year sucks...lol, I've got too much work and college searching today. But I don't like making exscuses, so don't take that as one.
Behrfanatic Thanks for the feedback! I am born and raised in inner city Detroit. What part of Michigan are you in?
Schurry I haven't really thought of doing a sequel. This fic was more of a whim and I don't have any ideas of a sequel. I am very glad you enjoyed this!
Scifinut111 Nope, Maria isn't going to include her ex-friends. Thank you for the fb!
Kristin, Sweetlildreamer I'm glad you're enjoying this! Epilogue on Breathing will be out sometime before my birthday (Feb.28). Thanks for asking!
To the people who asked for an interaction between Liz/Max/Kyle/Tess: I didn't plan on writing that, but I think I will now,
Next part this weekend!
|posted on 24-Feb-2002 6:57:12 PM by kayarra|
So, we’re like that for a while…just sitting on the couch lying in each other’s arms, not really saying anything, but we don’t need to speak.
This time we’re watching TV. The Simpson’s actually. That alerts me that it’s already five o’ clock and we only have about fifteen minutes before Max has to leave.
And I’m contemplating things. Like, how do I tell Max that I…love him? I love him, but I don’t want to scare him away.
Underneath all the layers that Max has, he’s still a normal guy and I happen think that normal guys get freaked when girls they’ve known only for a little over a week tells him that she loves him.
“Liz?” He asks me, breaking the silence.
I look at him. “Yea?”
“What if I told you I liked you a lot?” He says. And I don’t know where he’s going this.
“Um…I would say that I like you a lot too.” I say while biting my lip nervously.
He looks at me, blushes, and then turns away.
I smile, because when he looks so cute when he blushes. “Yea?” I ask, hoping he’ll say more.
“What if I told you that I more than liked you? That I like you more than a lot? What would you say?” He asks, he’s looking at me in the eyes now and I shiver. No, I’m not scared.
I shiver because the love I have for him is intensifying.
“I would say that I more than liked you too.” I tell him softly.
He nods and then looks away.
“And then I would say.” I continue. “That I can’t even use the word ‘like’ to describe what I feel for you.”
He looks at me, waiting for me to continue.
“And that I think I've falling in love with you.” I said the last part softly, because I’m scared. I’m scared that he’s going to jump and walk away from me. And it’s not just him walking away that scares me. I’m scared that he’s going to crawl back into his shell and let himself become what he was before I moved here.
He’s looking at me and instead of answering; he swoops down and gives me the kiss of the century.
When we break apart, he starts to talk. “I…love you too Liz.”
Was this what I was afraid of?
Right now, I’m not feeling fear, or anxiety.
Right now…I’m happy.
* * * * *
The next day at school we’re even happier than we were yesterday.
Today there are no hidden feelings about each other. And I think that happiness is radiating off of us.
Cause I’m smiling like I've got two rulers in my mouth. And Max is the same way.
We’re walking inside the school hand in hand. Instead of me meeting him at his locker, he waited for me outside.
I’m guessing that this is another big leap we’re making in our quickly evolving relationship.
As soon as we walk in Tess Harding spots us and makes her way over.
The smile is starting to evaporate.
She walks over to us and we stop walking towards Max’s locker.
“Liz Parker and Max Evans.” She hissed like the little snake she was.
Max stays silent and unmoving and I glare at her. “What?” My voice is low and has the whole-I dare you to say anything-voice.
At least I hope that’s what I’m sounding like.
She took a sip of the chocolate milk that was in her hands before deciding to answer me.
“Imagine my surprise when I come to school today, after a day off for my hair appointment and hear that Max Evans and Liz Parker are dating.”
Hair appointment? It looks like the same curly crap she always has.
“Great.” I tell her. Max is still silent.
“But it makes sense.” She continues. “Freaks always seem to run together.”
Wow, she called me a freak. I think I’m going to cry.
I smirk. “Guess so.”
She takes another sip of her milk and then looks over at the still silent Max. “What’s wrong Maxi-pad? Cat got your tongue?”
He doesn’t answer. She walks closer to him and he backs up.
Smart move buddy.
She smiles with what I suppose is supposed to be sexy. “Why do you want trash when you could have class?” Tess asks him, glancing at me in the process.
“I already have class. Trash is what I’m looking at.”
My jaw drops, Tess’s jaw drops, and the large crowd that has gathered around us all collectively dropped their jaws.
Did I ever mention that I love this guy?
Tess lets out a small shriek. “You and your WHORE will pay for this.” She says and I see Max get red and curl up his fists. He’s not going to hit her, but if it were a guy, I bet he would.
Tess then turns to me. “I bet you’re a fucking slut Parker.”
This is becoming too much.
And you know, sometimes I do things without really thinking about the consequences. I mean if I had really thought about it, I bet I wouldn’t have grabbed the milk from Tess’s hand.
And if I had really, really thought about it, I probably wouldn’t have thrown it on her face like I just did.
But that’s what I did, and that’s what caused all hell to break loose.
Kyle grabs my arm, from where he was standing in the crowd and pushes me into the lockers while Tess cries about her hair like a little bitch.
As soon as he sees Kyle push me, he grabs Kyle and punches him square against his jaw.
So, yea, I never really think about things.
But sitting here in the principal’s office, waiting for my parents to pick me up, I begin to think about how I can convince them not to be too angry that I was suspended.
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Note: This part skips a few months.
May 31st, 2002
Right now, I’m supposed to be sitting with my fellow class of 2002 and waiting for my name to be called and to be handed a diploma that holds proof that I graduated from high school.
But I’m not there.
Right now I’m sitting in a silver mustang I got for my eighteenth birthday earlier this month and heading towards California.
With Max Evans in the drivers seat.
Don’t be so surprised. Max and I have been planning this for two days already.
Okay, okay, you can be surprised.
Anyways, Max and I aren’t sure what we’re going to do when we get there. Our parents are defiantly going to be pissed that we ditched town without them knowing.
I guess we should figure out what to tell them first. Yea, that makes sense.
But I don’t really care too much what my parents or what Max’s mom is going to say about this. We figure that after four years of high school, we deserve to lap up the hot California sun, without our parents breathing down our backs, before we head out to Arizona State, which we both got four year scholarships to.
Don’t think we weren’t going to go to college together, because we were. We’re too in love not to follow each other.
We’re so in love, that we got engaged.
Just yesterday, Max propped down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. And I said yes, because that’s what my heart was telling me to say.
That night, we made love for the first time.
I don’t think I've been happier than that night with Max.
I know that Max and I are young, and that this is the first time that both of us has been in love.
And I know when our parents find out, they are going to flip and try and convince us not to get married.
But that doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that I get to spend the rest of my life in his arms. That may sound cheesy, but that’s how I honestly feel.
The past months had been hard because not only were we the two freaks of West Roswell, we were also Kyle and Tess’s worst enemies and they both tried there hardest to break us up and tear us down.
But they couldn’t do that.
Max and I, we have that special love. The kind love that some people yearn to have, but never get.
The kind of love that just doesn’t fade away when some tramp and a jock decide that we’re not worthy of feeling this way.
I give Max a small kiss on the cheek. For the last two hours, he’s been driving non-stop towards Los Angeles.
He looks over at me and then puts his eyes back on the road. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“You.” I simply answer.
“I was thinking about you too.” He tells me.
I nod, he nods, and then we smile at each other.
This is the way things are supposed to be.
“I love you Max Evans.” I say while fingering the small ring that he gave me. I don’t care about the size of it. All I care about is that it came from Max.
“I love you too Liz Parker…” he pauses. “Evans.”
I think…this is all we’ve both ever wanted.
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