posted on 24-Sep-2001 3:50:08 AM by foreverdreamer
[font=verdana][size=2]I guess you can't edit thread names anymore! anyways, here's ch.9A! I wrote some stuff at the second page of the old deja thread if you wanna see.

Chapter Nine

Liz was the first to break the silence. “Max…I…what hell just happened?”

“I have no clue,” he admitted, staring down at his hands instead of at her. “Do you…do you have dreams? Dreams…of us?”

‘Shit, he has them too?’ “Yeah…I thought it was just me. Do you know what any of this means?” she whispered. This was really starting to freak her out. She stared at her hands also, and the two sat in the stillness of his room, barely a breath away from the other.

“This is getting really weird…and maybe…I don’t know, I shouldn’t even be here.” Liz said, agitation coloring her words. She slid out of the bed and scurried around Max’s room, gathering her shoes, dress, and purse. “I really should go now…”

‘Idiot! Do something! Stop her! Anything!’ Max’s subconscious screamed. Max bounded out of the bed, effortlessly barring his bedroom door. “Please Liz, don’t leave.”

“Evans, I have to. There is obviously something fucked up going on and I don’t want to be a part of it.” That was a lie. He knew that she wanted to know just as much as he did what it all meant. He could see it in her body language but she still persisted on separating herself from him.

“You know that isn’t true, Liz. You know you want this just as bad as I do.”

Liz stopped, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “No, you don’t know.” She turned around and slid his window open. “Bye Max.” And with that, she quickly stole out of his bedroom, her goodbye lingering with the faint scent of strawberries, the only reminder that she was ever there.



Roswell has become an absolute fucking nightmare.

Well…some of it can be classified as a dream. But no, that’s not what I’m trying to get at.

It must be the whole alien thing, you know? There’s probably something in the water…I mean, this is Roswell and the whole damn town is hopped up on catching aliens…well they caught me instead.


Don’t even get me STARTED on homecoming. It was one shitty disaster after another. I mean, sure I kissed Max Evans, who is only the man of my dreams, but I ended up in his damn bed for crying out loud! Sure it was kinda nice, but totally wrong.

Very wrong. Liz, it’s wrong wrong wrong!


I think I’m going to talk to Mom about hiring a psychiatrist. I swear, I’m losing my mind. It’s those messed dreams of Max and me. I mean, first of all, we’re wearing the most idiotic clothes ever, so it can’t be real.


I think this is my cue to stop. Thinking is too hard on my brain.




Liz hefted her backpack to her other shoulder, trying to make more room for herself in order to open her locker.

‘Which would be a hell of a lot easier if all these damn people didn’t crowd the halls.’

She flung her locker open, and stopped short. A note was taped to the top row of the compartment. The messy scrawl suggested it was a guy that wrote it; Liz inwardly groaned as she could only think of one name: Max Evans. She tore it off and crumpled it in her fist.

“Don’t you think you should read it first?”

Liz jumped and bit back a shriek of surprise. “Maria, you scared me!” The pixie blonde chick poked her head over Liz’s shoulder and grinned.

“Sorry chica. Didn’t mean to…I know I’m incredibly scary,” she quipped, distorting her features into a grotesque mask. Liz laughed and punched her in the arm before turning back to her task of finding books.

“Oh yeah Maria, you’re a veritable freak show. So, any new Michael gossip?” she asked, trying to divert Maria’s attention to something other than the note.

“Naw, Michael and me are just at that on-off stage now. I really don’t know WHY I bother…maybe it’s cuz he’s so hot,” she joked. “But really, Liz, shouldn’t you hear Max out?”

“Hear him out?”

“Well, yeah. That guy obviously has it BAD for you but you keep putting him off. What’s the deal?”

“You wouldn’t get it.” Liz replied stonily.

“Try me,” Maria retorted.

“Ugh, I really don’t want to think about it, so could you just stop pressuring me?” Liz lamented, burying her face in her hands.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What? Warn me about what?” Liz asked, trying to pull the other girl back towards her. Maria only smiled and then ran like lightning down the hall. The brunette frowned and threw her books into her bag. “What the hell did she mean by that?” She spun on her heel and proceeded to her 4th hour study hall.

Suddenly, she felt like someone threw a punch right into her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Dots appeared in front of her eyes and everything around her blurred, like wet paint.

‘What the hell…’

Liz squeezed her eyes shut, trying to calm the rushing roar that was starting to fill her head. She opened them again, and things seemed to settle down, but not before a flash of her and Max appeared, standing in the garden of roses.

“Shit!” she yelped, clutching at wall. Liz took deep breaths, trying to fill her lungs with fresh air, which was something other than thinking about Max. ‘AHHHH! Someone PLEASE get him out of my head!’


“Please what?”

Liz turned around, feeling heat crawl across her cheeks. How the hell did she get caught embarrassing herself every single time? ‘I am such a loser…’ A pair of piercing blue eyes drilled into her own chocolate ones.

Liz cocked an eyebrow, sizing up the petite blonde standing in front of her. “And you are…”

The girl in front of her gave a thin smile and extended her hand reluctantly. “We’ve never met. I’m Tess. Tess Harding.”

And if things couldn’t get any worse, they did.

dream like you'll live forever, live like you'll die tomorrow...
posted on 24-Sep-2001 3:53:22 AM by foreverdreamer
and I guess you can't edit posts either! :(...

well, here's the link to the other chapters!

dream like you'll live forever, live like you'll die tomorrow...