posted on 27-Sep-2001 8:08:48 PM

Make Yourself

BY: Rozzi Carter

Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell. Just Jason Behr who is currently chained to my bed.

Category: Max/Liz

Summary: AU fic. Max ran away during his senior year and Liz is taking care of the Evans’ daughter, Amber, when Max decides to drop by.

Distribution: Just ask, I'll never say no.
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Rating: R for now

Part One

Liz’s Point Of View

I have no idea what I have done to deserve this. I mean seriously who deserves to live in Roswell? Certainly not me. I get straight A’s, have never been arrested, have never gotten drunk, and have never done drugs. I don’t understand. Here I am, stuck temporarily living in some hole in the wall town, and if that’s not bad enough, some of them actually believe in aliens! I mean please! Give me a break. But, I’ve been the good girl and come without an argument. They owe me. Of course they had leverage. They have the credit cards. So mom got this idea that it might be a good idea if I came here to help take care of Amber. Amber is the daughter of the Evans’. Yeah, yeah, what has that got to do with me? Diane and Phillip Evans are my parents best friends. Though I’ve never met them I’ve been recruited to take care of Amber. A nine year old with an attitude. According to my parents she got it from the public schools. “My god, how dare her parents send her to a public school?” Yup. That’s what people say behind her back. Me? I say “How did she get so lucky?” I’ve been going to prep schools for as long as I can remember. Those damn schools make me think of what it must like to be in a prison. It can’t be too much different.
Now, when I first heard about my “volunteering” to watch Amber I was pissed. Don‘t get me wrong, I‘d love to have the time off of school, but it would be time for me to have fun. Not time to watch some snot-nosed kid. Then they said she had an older brother, Max. Of course then I didn’t mind so much. Then I thought about it. If she had an older brother why the hell wasn’t he going to watch her? So I asked. Come to find out Max ran away about a year ago. Smart kid.

Anyway, here I am. Stuck here for a 2 weeks. Here. Roswell. Well, a car heading to a house in Roswell to be exact. Did I mention I am stuck in this car with people who have a family night? Gag me now.

“So Liz, you seem quiet. Are you missing home already?” Phillip asks looking in the rear view mirror.

How would he know if I was quiet compared to normal? He’s known me for the whole 10 minutes. I wish I could have said that, but for some reason it was hard to be rude towards someone who seemed harmless. “Yeah, first time away from home.” I smile politely while liking to think I was lying through my teeth. But it was the truth. My parents may not pay too much attention to me, but they paid enough attention to tell me that I wasn’t allowed to even spend the night over a friends house. Isn’t that sweet?

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay looking after Amber for two weeks?” Diane questions.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Now I’ll be honest, I was seriously thinking about saying no, turning on the water works and going back home. Then I thought. 2 weeks with out parents looking over my shoulder, no school, car, and money. Sounds like a good idea to me. Besides, I am sure my parents wouldn’t be too thrilled to have wasted money on a plane ticket for nothing. They would give me their favorite looks and talks. “Liz we thought you were better than that.” and “You need to be more responsible than that.” and I really didn’t want to put up with their shit right now. Or ever for that matter.

We went for another 20 minutes making small conversation, mainly them asking me questions about school and what life has been like. Let’s just say that they aren’t that bad. I actually warmed up to them a bit. They were just the type of people you couldn’t hate even if you were mean enough to want to. When we arrived at the house Phillip went ahead, took my suitcase, and brought it to my room, while Diane showed me the first floor. There wasn’t a whole lot of first floor but it was cozy. It had a small entryway with a decent sized living room that led to a small study. And on the right of entryway there was a dining room which seemed to look every bit as big as the living room. Next to the dining room was the kitchen which in turn had a little pantry. Cute. We then went upstairs, as we went down the hallway she named off the different rooms. First there was their room, then the bathroom, Amber’s room (which had a large poster of the Backstreet Boys hanging on the door. There was also a sign below it saying “NSUCK” Smart girl.), finally we came to my room. Before I entered Diane asked if there was anything I needed before she went to pick up Amber. I just shook my head saying “No thank you.”

She squeezed my shoulder and gave me a sincere smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you.” She said. I lowered my head in a nod and she went back downstairs. I heard her call to her husband and then the door shut. I finally opened the door that lead to what was to be my room for a while. I was greeted with the smell of lavender as I looked around the room and let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I was expecting a tiny room fully decked out in pink. So you could only imagine my relief when my eyes fell upon a queen size bed with a very cozy looking white comforter surrounded by ecru colored walls. Even the room was big, and it had a little bathroom off to the side. I then walked over to the other side with the window. I noticed that I could climb out the window and onto a balcony that had lounge chairs. I liked it. And as far as I could tell that window was the only access to the balcony. Nice. Very nice.

Part Two

Liz’s Point of View

I walked back over to my bed and unzipped my suitcase removing the clothing I had thrown in there moments before I left. I put the clothing in drawers they belonged in and went over to the closet. I pulled out the hangers and soon had the closet full of more clothes. As I finished unpacking I couldn’t help but wonder if this used to be Max’s room. I didn’t see any other doors as Diane had showed me around. Maybe I’ll have to find it a point to ask. Deciding to take another tour of the house I kicked off my shoes and nudged them next to the bed. I looked through the Kitchen for something to eat and came up with nothing that great. In fact all they had was health food. It was thoroughly disgusting. How did their kids survive? I need my strawberry ice cream. I seem to think it’s intrinsic to my health. The closest it came to junk food was the sugar in the sugar bowl. Pathetic. I made my way to the stairs again before I saw the door leading to the backyard. I looked around and saw the nice sized swimming pool complete with diving board and slide. It wasn’t until I walked back inside that I noticed another door next to the staircase that was blocked from the view when you walk inside. The door creaked as I opened it and peered inside. The answer to my former question was then answered. This was Max’s room. The walls were painted white, the carpet a deep blue with sheets that matched. I couldn’t help but look inside his closet. I was surprised when my eyes fell on ordinary Aeropostale t-shirts and pants. I don’t know what I was expecting. Goth maybe? I mean, why else would a kid want to run away. And on his dresser sat trophies for wrestling. The kid was even a jock? I figured Diane and Phillip would be back soon so I headed to the door. My hand hesitated as it touched the doorknob. My mind began to wander and a grin took over my face. I really shouldn’t. It would be wrong. But what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him right? Still it wouldn’t be fair. Would I really want someone to do it to mine? It would ease my curiosity a bit though. I gave in and turned back around and walked back over to Max’s dresser and peeked in. I laughed and shut it quickly. As I left I was careful to make sure I closed the door tightly and walked back to the living room. As I sat there I thought back to what I did and couldn’t believe I didn’t have enough control to keep from doing it. It answered one age old question known to women though. One we were faced with every time we met a knew man. But the answer to this particular guy was good. Boxers.

Just as I was about to reach for the remote the front door opened and a very energetic girl ran up the stairs in a sour mood. The look on Amber’s face said it all. She was mad about something, what she was mad about I could only begin to guess. probably a boy. Diane and Phillip walked through the door soon after and said hello to me. Of course I did the only thing I could do. I plastered a smile on my face and greeted them also.

“I have to apologize about Amber she’s not in a good mood.” Diane tossed a glance towards the stairs as she said that.

“It’s fine.” Really? I couldn’t tell. “You know what? Maybe I’ll go on and introduce myself.” Diane’s eyes widened for a split second before they returned to their normal state and merely gave it the ok. As I made my way upstairs I could hear the faint music of Hanson drifting through the hallway. When I reached the door I lightly rapped on the door.

“What do you want?” Amber’s voice wasn’t at all soft spoken. Goody.

“May I come in?” I might as well play it nice.

“Do you like NSYNC?” Was she serious? I had a feeling if I answered it wrong it would send her on another fit so I went with the given answer.


“Then yes.” I heard the door unlock and I took that opportunity to enter. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that her walls were plastered with posters of all pop stars. Even the ceiling. I let out a low whistle and moved further into the room.

“Hello.” I wasn’t about to comment on a teenybopper’s insane antics before I’ve even introduced myself and made it clear that I come in peace.


“I’m Liz.”

“Yeah, yeah. And I’m the Easter Bunny. Now that we’re acquainted I would like to see you walking out that door right there.” Grrrr. Damn brat. If that’s how she wanted it.

“Okay. Bye.”

“Adios.” Amber was following closely behind. Her brown hair swinging back and forth as she did so. I turned around abruptly as I reached the door and had to say one last thing.

“Oh. Just something to remember me by. “ I said before starting to sing a rendition of NSYNC’s “Bye Bye Bye” Boy did that get a rise out of her. She started screaming that I was the devil and that the group sucks. God I love being able to make someone that annoyed. It is just so refreshing.

Diane must have heard Amber’s screaming fit because moments later she ran up the stairs to her daughters side asking her if she was alright.

“She’s evil mom. She likes them.” Diane must have known who she was referring to and gave me an apologetic look. I said it was fine and went into my room, grinning the whole time. I picked up my copy of “The Killing Dance” by Laurell K. Hamilton and walked out to one of the lounge chairs.

I had been reading for about an hour or two when I heard Phillip call to me saying dinner was pretty much done. I reluctantly walked downstairs and went into the kitchen asking if there was anything for me to do. Diane gave me a soft smile and shook her head and told me to go on ahead and sit at the dinner table. I didn’t have to be told twice. When I walked in Amber was already setting the table, avoiding my eyes the whole time. When I took a seat she finally met my gaze.

“That’s my seat.” With that I received a full blown glare.

“Sorry.” I got up and took the seat across from her. I didn’t have time to make any smart ass remark before The Evans’ walked in carrying food. They brought in a large pot of spaghetti, a small pot containing meatballs in sauce, and garlic bread.

During dinner there was very little conversation aside from the traditional “So how was your day?” After we were all done I began clearing my plate when I was informed that I had dish duty. Lucky me. Have I mentioned that I have never done dishes before? As I brought the rest of the dishes into the kitchen I heard Diane ask Amber if she would be so kind as to lend me a hand. I also heard Amber’s sugary tone when she said “Yes mom.” Then her deep grumbling when she entered the kitchen. I started just putting all the dishes in the oh so convenient dishwasher when Amber, with her arms folded across her chest, told me that they needed to be rinsed first. I took all the dishes back out and rinsed them, then handed them to Amber to put them in the dishwasher. We then retired into the living room to watch a rerun of “The Simpsons”. At 7 I went back to my room. I took out a pair of pajamas and quickly changed throwing the dirty clothes on the hamper. Searching through my bottom drawer I found my game boy and proceeded to play tetris for two hours. A very productive evening. When I heard someone opening my door I turned off the game and turned my attention to the person. It was Amber.

“Liz?” Her head appeared through the crack.

“Yes?” Taking that as a “come-in” Amber sauntered over to my bed and sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry about before. I know I blew up at you, and I wanted you to know that you are actually pretty cool.”

“Thank you.” Yeah..... that means soooooo much coming from a seven year old.

“O.K. Well that was it. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Just as soon as Amber shut the door she opened it again. “You don’t really like those guys do you?” It was actually really amusing she had a hard time bringing herself to say the groups name.

“No I don’t really like N’Sync” She threw me a smile and closed my door again.

I got up and brushed my teeth. When I returned to my room I found Diane sitting on my bed with the sheets pulled back. She got up and gave me a hug goodnight and waited until I laid down before turning off my light. She then came over and tucked me in. She actually tucked me in!!! What’s up with that? She left only to have Phillip peek his head in and say goodnight and that he’ll see me tomorrow. He closed my door and ten minutes later I heard every one yelling goodnight to each other, including to me. “Goodnight John Boy.”

I was sleeping fitfully, dreaming about Keanu Reeves in boxers. Yes, I like to believe he wears boxers. That was until I heard a light tapping coming from one of the three entrances to my room.

Part Three

Liz’s Point of View

I rolled over on to my side and looked at the door when someone peeked their head in.

“Amber? What are you doing up? It’s....” I had to look at the clock, it wasn’t even light out yet. 1:23. Oh this is just wrong.

“I cant’ get back to sleep. And I meant it before when I said that you were cool. And since you are I was wondering if I could sleep in here?” As she said that Amber stayed in the doorway.

“Come on in. I just have three rules. One, don’t snore, 2, don’t drool on my pillows, and three, don’t pee in my bed.” I moved over to the right side of my bed giving her room to climb in. She smiles as she holds up her own pillow with a “Roswell” pillowcase. Damn aliens. When she climbs in she automatically must have said “Screw the pillow.”, because she curled up right next to my stomach. I know, I know, why is this little girl wanting to snuggle up to me instead of her mommy? I honestly don’t know. But seeing as I don’t have the heart to push her away that is exactly how I wake up. And let me say “OW!” It hurt like hell. My neck was sore, my back was sore and even worse, was that drool that was so cold against my stomach? I looked down to further investigate and saw a ring resting on my skin that had dared show where me tank top had ridden up just a hint. The ring was fairly large so it had to have been a mans ring. As I brought the ring up to look at it closer I felt small writing on the inside. Max Evans. It was his class ring. Which meant he had to be at least a Senior by now. I saw Amber’s arm reach around me feeling for something right before she jumped out of bed with a panicked look on her face. “Where’s my ring?” Amber whispered as she jumped off the bed and started looking around on the floor. Her ring? Max must have given it to her before he left.
“This ring?” I asked. She gave ma an appreciative look and quickly snatched the ring from my grasp.

“Yeah. That one. Look about last night, I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s just I keep thinking that I see Max.”

“Inside?” It was then that I realized that there wasn’t even so much as a picture of him around the house.

“ No outside.”

“How often?”

“It just started last night. I would have gone to Mommy and Daddy but he doesn’t like to talk about Max too much. He says that what Max did was unforgivable.”

Now, I’ll be honest, that surprised me. They seemed so caring, why would Phillip say it was unforgivable. You can tell they want him to come back because they never moved any of his stuff in his room. Hell they still dusted his room. Figuring not to push the subject any further, for now, I got up and ran a brush through my unruly hair and followed Amber downstairs into the kitchen. Already in the room were both of the Evans’ preparing breakfast. The aroma from the bacon was delicious. I’ve never been one to eat breakfast but I guess I just needed a little incentive. After breakfast Diane called Amber and I into the living room to say goodbye. She told us to sit down and we waited for Phillip to come back inside from putting their luggage in the car.

“Now Amber I want you to be my good girl. I also want you to go to school without giving Liz any problems. Okay?” I watched as Diane embraced her daughter and saw a somewhat mischievous grin play on Amber’s lips. Without looking Diane told her to wipe that smile off her face. I couldn’t help it I broke into a fit of silent laughter fighting back the urge to laugh out loud. Diane then told me where the keys to the other car were and handed me a credit card along with some extra cash, for necessities, emergencies, and just to take Amber out to the movies or to get ice cream. I’d have to make sure to take advantage of this. Diane gave Amber a peck on the forehead and told her that she loved her, then proceeded to give me a hug and a “Thank you” before she went and got into the car. Almost mechanically Phillip used the same routine as Diane. Finally, the adults were gone.
I gave Amber a quick glance as we heard the tires screeching outside as they pulled out onto the road and listened to the sound of the car as it receded and they went further down the street. Looking at the clock I found out it was already eight. I told Amber she had to hurry up and get ready for school. I figured I may as well drive her. You know, to check out the car. I ran upstairs and pulled on a fitting t-shirt I bought from Hot Topic and a pair of slightly loose jeans. I had to search through the room to find my Skechers. By the time I finished tying my shoes and brushing my teeth I found Amber waiting by the front door. I grabbed the keys out of the jar sitting by the door and went to get in the
car. The car turned out to be a little purple neon, with a built-in cd player. Glancing at the clock I realized I only had 10 minutes to get her to school. She gave me directions and she was able to jump out of the car right as the first bell rang. At least she wasn’t late. Now I had to do something about the whole no junk food situation. I drove around for a good 5 minutes trying to find a grocery store. While inside I picked up oreo’s, Dunkaroo’s, Doritos, and of course strawberry ice cream.

When I got back “home” I put the food away and put the keys back. I still had 4 more hours before Amber would be home. What to do, what to do. I settled for watching some MTV until my curiosity got the better of me. Picking up the phone I dialed my phone number. Mom picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”


“Lizzie what’s wrong?” Somebody must be with her, she actually sounded concerned.

“Nothing. I just had a question. Why won’t Phillip and Diane talk about Max?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“It’s just that Amber implied that Phillip doesn’t really like to mention him, yet they keep his room in perfect condition.”

“That’s because they are related to the Mennonites.” That actually explained it. Sort of, I mean they definitely weren’t Amish.

“They don’t live like it.”

“It’s been a couple generations since their family has lived like it. They just kept a few traditions.” But what a tradition to keep. So Phillip is ashamed that Max left.

“Let me guess the Mennonites were on Phillips side?”

“That’s correct.”

“Did they even look for him?” I hadn’t even thought about asking anyone whether or not the Evans’ had searched for Max until the sentence came out of my mouth.

“They still are. That’s actually part of their trip. The first week is following leads and the second is going to be somewhat of an anniversary. Now is that all honey? Because I really have to get going. I’m meeting with a very important client soon and I have to be prepared.”

“Sure.” That has always been an excuse.

“Ok then. I love you. Bye.”

Before I even got a word out she had hung up the phone.

“Love you too.” I whispered into a dial tone. As I got back up I heard a noise coming from behind the stairs. I cautiously got up and headed upstairs to see if there was something or someone upstairs. Then I thought better of it and ran back to Max’s room, remembering that I had seen a baseball bat tucked next to his bed. As soon as I retrieved the bat I was back up those stairs again. “This is the last thing I need. Dumb ass people why the hell did you have to come when I am here?” I muttered under my breath as I reached the second floor. I quietly opened the first three doors and found absolutely nothing. Then I got to my door when I heard someone going through my drawers.

I slowly crept up behind the person with the bat raised in the air. “Who the hell are you and what do you want?” I yelled. The man turned around and laughed. “Did you make that one up on your own?” That’s it piss off the person with the baseball bat raised above your head see how far you get. “I should be asking you what the hell you are doing in my house.”

“What are you talking about?” Yeah I’m confused.

“I’m Max. And you are?” He reached his hand out to me expecting me to shake it. What the hell was he on? How did he expect me to believe that he was Max? He was dressed in total goth wear. With his hair spiked, he was even sporting a goatee. He reached behind him and my hands tightened their grip on the bat. He then pulled out a wallet and his id. He held it up so that I could see. Sure enough it said Max Evans.

“Liz. My name is Liz.” He reached up to take the bat away from me and I let him. “What were you doing going through my drawers?”

“Trying to find out who the hell you were.”

“I’m here to watch Amber while your parents are away. Now if you don’t mind I’d rather go somewhere else to talk other than my bedroom.” He started walking out the door, leaving me with nothing but a view of his nice ass. I almost walked into the bedpost because that thing was so distracting. I found myself saying “Boxers” under my breath. But he must have heard me because right before we walked into the living room he turned around looked me right in the eyes and said “Thong.” Oh yeah. I was embarrassed.

Part Four

Max’s Point of View

Sure I’ve been called a conceited jock and an all American boy next door. It’s all a facade. Everything. I’m an all American jock who knows he’s the man. I mean when you’ve got the looks, the body, the brains, and the courage what else can you be? The parents of the luscious young women I saw, knew the straight-A, and well dressed young adult with perfected manners, the girls new me as a sex symbol. Basically I know how to play it. So when I left it came as a huge surprise. I saw the posters, the flyers, even the television announcements “Max please come home”, “We miss you”, “We just want you to know that we love you”. Sure I thought about it. Then it hit me I wasn’t happy anymore. The game got boring and I started to lose it. I’m not some ruthless cold-hearted snake, I was just tired of my parents telling me that I should do this better or work harder at that. If they wanted something done a certain way they could do it their own damn selves.

When I got to New York I ran into this hot little number, Ava. She was a blonde bimbo. She’s the one who gave me the goth look. Said I would fit in better. Whatever works. So my clothes changed and my hair, but I still missed my old clothes. This all black thing is killing me on the hot days. I knew my parents would be going on a trip for their anniversary and that they were also on their way to check up on the leads they had heard from a source, compliments from my best buddy Michael. He knew I was going to leave and he helped. He told me where to go and gave me the name of a place I could stay. While I was there I realized how much I actually missed my family. But I knew that I couldn’t become whatever it was I am supposed to with everyone looking over my shoulder. So I gave up the popular status and the over-protective family and did some discovering.

Imagine my face when I came back to see some hottie getting out of my former car and letting herself into my house. Now I am sure we didn’t move. Like I said, I still have a friend living here. See if I knew she was going to live with us I would have stayed, at least until I got a piece of that. So I had to find out a little bit about the house guest. I went up the fire escape on the side of the balcony next to the guest room and let myself in, I didn’t want to disturb her. Not yet. When I got inside I listened at the top of the stairs to the beginning of her conversation with who seemed to be her mother. Should have known that they wouldn’t speak of me after a little while. My grandfather must have spoken to my father about the “Mennonite ways”. Damn the Amish. I need my electricity and indoor plumbing. When I knew that she probably wouldn’t hear me I did the only thing any self respecting teenage boy would do in my place. I searched her drawers. Wrong move. Everywhere I looked there were thongs. EVERYWHERE. And just adding her into the combination was wreaking havoc on my lower anatomy. Thank god for loose jeans. I was so engrossed in looking at the assortment of colors and textures I didn’t hear the lady come in. That was until she screamed at me. And what she said was so cliche that I had to comment. I mean please, “Who are you and what do you want?” That alone almost made me laugh until I cried. But what really put me over the edge was when I saw my own bat raised above my head. Right then and there I had to comment. Even though she could have beat the hell out of me I had to say something, even if it made me look like an ass. But I was astonished when she didn’t know who the hell I was. Hadn’t she seen any pictures. I did live here. When I reached to get my ID I saw her hands clench around the baseball bat . Damn it was lucky. When I knew my hands weren’t going to shake I finally let her see the identification. Then she finally told me her name. Liz. Liz, it suited her. My main focus was still on that baseball bat though. I tentatively reached for it and she released the object into my grasp. I put next to her dresser when she reminded me that I was caught in the act of searching her drawers. Of course I was so distracted by her that I couldn’t really come up with a witty explanation so I gave one of the worst ones. “Trying to find out who the hell you were.” Yeah that’s it. I was trying to find out who the hell you were by finding out what kind of panties you wear.

Then she mentioned Amber. My little sister. If I had a soft spot for anyone it was her. She was almost like me, I taught her well. When I left she was the one I missed the most. She used to sneak downstairs when she got scared of something, or tell me when a boy put a frog down the back of her shirt. Then I was the protective older brother. I almost stayed to continue being just that. But I had to leave. So I left her something. I left her my high school ring. I scared the shit out of her last night as I stood outside the house just looking at it. She was supposed to be asleep but something must have woken her and she looked outside. She saw me and I watched her run to her door from the sidewalk.

I didn’t catch the ending of Liz’s sentence but I saw her glancing at me and then at the door. Putting on my calm, always cool exterior I took the lead and started to head to the living room, when I faintly heard her mumble “Boxers”. My eyes widened and I wondered how the hell she knew. I quickly yet subtly glanced down. Nope they weren’t showing, then I did the only thing I knew to do at that time. I turned around gave her an appreciative once-over, plastered on a grin that managed to make most women melt and said one word. And that one word made her face go up in flames, and made her mouth open into a perfect circle from shock and embarrassment. “Thong”. Damn she was gorgeous when she got flustered.

I got to the living room and got comfortable in the recliner and turned around just in time to see her turn around to look at the clock. “Nice ass” Shit! Did I just say that out loud? Oh yes, I am the great one. She must have heard me because she immediately sat down. In the seat farthest away from me.

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posted on 27-Sep-2001 8:28:18 PM
Part Five

Liz’s Point of View

Did I hear him correctly? Nice ass? Asshole. He may be hot but he has to learn a lesson or two. Without so much as looking at him I sat down. As far away as I could get. “So, Max.”

“So Liz.” Great now he’s going to mock me. Won’t this be fun.

“Max, one question. Actually I have a few but I won’t burden you with those for now. Anyway, why are you back?” I had to ask the most obvious question. Why the hell would he choose now to come back?

“I missed it, it’s my home. I grew up here for 17 years.”

“Then why the hell would you leave?” Seriously, I mean come on. Either Max was really depressed when he left or he was pulling my leg.

“You said one question.” He gives me this grin and I just want to smack him. Of course I wouldn’t mind making him feel all better afterwards either.

“I can give you the number to your parents hotel if you want.” His parents must want to know that he’s back and safe. So I may as well offer. But as soon as the words are out of my mouth I am shot down with a harsh “NO!” Okay I’m not deaf he could have just said it in a normal voice. He must have sensed that because he apologizes and calmly explains to me that he’s not staying. I want to force the issue further but it is now time to pick Amber up from school. I saw a flicker of sorrow pass through his eyes as I mention her again. Then I ask what he’s going to do about her, is he going to tell Amber that he’s back or just go on his merry way.

“I’ll let her know. I’ll tell her I’m just visiting and that I’ll leave if she tells the parents. She keep quiet.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Were you anywhere around here last night?” I have to know if Amber really did see him.

“Did Amber say anything to mom and dad?” Yup, he was.

“No. She came to me instead. She said that your parents probably wouldn’t appreciate it too much. Especially seeing as they had a really hot lead claiming that you were in California. She won’t tell.” He gave me a questioning glance and shook his head. I get up and head for the hallway, I can feel his gaze following my every move. I get the keys and open the door. I stand there expectantly for a good minute just staring outside. I know he can still see me from where he’s sitting so I don’t even bother to look back. “Are you coming?” I hear him promptly stand up and head my way but turns to go into the kitchen instead as he says he has to grab a drink first. He was stalling. We didn’t have time for stalling if I wanted to beat the buses. I went after him and grabbed his hand to drag him out to the car. I found myself walking a little slower than normal. I just liked the feeling of the contact. Wrong Liz! Wrong! You’re not supposed to like this. This is a chore. You are only here for two weeks. Leave him alone. But can’t I just play? One smile from him and I’m putty. Oh I am so dead for this. As we’re driving away I notice he’s glaring at me. What the hell did I do? Did I not let poor Maxie get his drink? Poor baby. OK now the look is really pissing me off.

“Stop it.” He looks at me confused, he must not have known that I saw him. I’m not blind I do have something called peripheral vision. Why the hell would someone be so upset over a drink? What is he a 4 year old?

“You are driving MY car.” Oh. Yeah that would make me mad. That is if I had a car.

“Deal with it.” I turned on the radio and tuned it to a local station. He gave me another quick glance before he changed the station. “What the hell! I was listening to that!” His head is slightly bobbing to the music.

“My car. My radio.” That’s it. I pull over to the side of the street and get out. I run over to his side and pull on his arm urging him to get out.

“Out.” He promptly stands up and grins as he walks to the other side. When we arrive at the school there is already a line of cars waiting behind a long line of buses. “Damn four year olds.” I’m not condemning all four year olds just the one sitting next to me. I don’t believe someone could act so childish. But then again guys never cease to amaze me.

“You do realize I was only doing that to annoy you right?”

“Well congratulations you won the jackpot.”

“Look I’m sorry.” When he says it the words sound genuine so I let it slide and send him a small smile. “That last thing I should be doing is pissing you off.” Good boy. “Especially seeing as you’re the one feeding me.” There it goes flying out the god damn window. He just aggravates me so much. I’m about to make a nasty ass comment when Amber comes running full force to the car and climbs in the back door. “Max!!! You’re back!” I watch as she reaches forward and gives him a hug. It’s actually quite a cute picture. I guess everyone has their weaknesses though. I tap Max on the shoulder and he jumps in the back. The whole way home I listen to Amber’s full detail tale of her life since Max ran away up until last night. Did Amber even breathe when she managed to say that much in a 20 minute ride? I look back when she stops talking to make sure she isn’t turning blue. Instead I find Amber snuggled beneath Max’s arm. Is the same Max that was bugging the hell out of me less than an hour ago? When we get inside Amber runs to the phone and starts dialing Diane. Max grabs the phone out of her hand and informs her that she can’t tell Phillip and Diane. She doesn’t even question him. I don’t think I would have been that cooperative in her shoes. But ordinary people do extraordinary things everyday. Or so I’ve been told. I start going into the kitchen and Max asks where I’m going. I tell him I’m going to get dinner started. Which isn’t entirely false. He gives it the ok and I go on my way. Glad to know you approve there buddy! I pull a phone book out of the drawer and dial the phone.

“Roma Pizza how my I help you?” I order a large plain cheese pizza and an order of breadsticks. If they don’t like it, too bad. I go to the living room expecting find them still reminiscing about the past, instead it’s empty. I don’t see them upstairs either. Then comes the creaking noise and I know they were in his room. “I hope you too like pizza!” I yell as I round the corner. Then I collide with him. I don’t want to move away as he reaches up and puts a finger to my lips telling me to be quiet, and that Amber is asleep.

“So you’re making pizza?” At that point I’m ready to agree with anything. So I nod my head. Do I even know how to make pizza? I do now. He gives me a grin and moves back. I follow him into the kitchen and I start taking out the obvious ingredients. “You do realize you would have to wait for the dough to rise right?”

“Of course.” Have I mentioned I have absolutely no background in cooking? Oh, wait! I search through the refrigerator hoping to find a flaw in Diane’s ways. Yes! She cheats! I pull out a package of Boboli pre cooked dough. Diane you rule! I throw the dough to Max along with one of my smiles reserved just for the hotties. I must be lucky because I get one back. Then I find out why, when he pulls out the telephone book from behind his back. Oops. Why the hell did I have to be so lazy?

“I was going to order it, but then I didn’t.” Is that because little Lizzie can’t form a coherent thought? “Because I am very capable of making pizza. It tastes better this way.” He gives me another grin and then puts it back. I put the sauce on the pizza and slide the pan over to him. He turns so he’s blocking my view of what he’s putting on there. He was actually blocking my view of him getting ready to throw the cheese at me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or bitch him out but I go for the better of the two. I start laughing so hard my eyes begin to water. I get the bag off the counter and throw some at him. Only he reaches for the bag when I am still holding it. I instinctively put the bag behind my back and he reaches both arms around me to retrieve it. So here I am flush up against Max’s body. His gorgeous strong body. His breath is on my neck as he stops struggling to get the bag. One of his hands slides up to my face and caresses my cheek. Before I know it his lips are on mine. I feel like my body is on fire and I never want it to stop. Seconds before I reach my arms up to wrap around his neck the doorbell rings. I smile as we pull apart. I must be grinning like an idiot and one look at Max tells me he feels the same. Then it hits me. It’s the pizza man at the front door.

Part Six

Max’s Point of View

When those two words came out of my mouth I thought that I would get it for sure. You know what Evans? The best way to impress a girl is to harass her. Yup, that’s it. That’s why I’m surprised that all she did was sit away from me. I got off easy. Then I go and mock her when she tries to start conversation. Jackass. Then she goes and asks me what I’m doing back here. I tell her the truth and I don’t know if she’s going to laugh at me or take me seriously. Then she goes further and asks me why I left. If I’m not mistaken that is a second question and she said she’d only ask me one. So I’m a jerk and call her on it instead of switching the subject. I give her a grin hoping that will balance out the second question, instead she looks more pissed off than before.

“I can give you the number to your parents hotel if you want.” her voice is gentle and sincere, which makes her all the more attractive in my eyes. She must be something special if she can put up with my antics. I instantly say no. More like yell it. I automatically apologize and tell her I’m only stopping by while they are gone. I suddenly realize that I would only have two weeks with this gorgeous lady. In that time I would have to seduce her and make her mine. If only for a day. But I hope it will be longer than that. Stop it! What the hell are you thinking? You barely know her. Love at first sight? Love? Where the hell did that come from? What is wrong with me? I snapped out of it when she mentioned Amber once again. I want to see her. I miss my little sister. So I tell Liz that I am going to let Amber know I’m here which means I am definitely staying here while my parents are out of town. I was surprised when I found out that Amber went to her instead of mom or dad when she saw me outside last night. It also confirmed my thoughts on Liz. She had to be something else if Amber would trust her. I also couldn’t help but envy the little one, she got to sleep with Lizzie here. Lucky, lucky, lucky. Now that I know that Amber won’t say anything to mom and dad I am relieved. When she got up I couldn’t help but watch her walk. She was graceful. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before, well what do you know I surprise even myself sometimes. I just sit there and stare at her when she has her back to me looking out the open door.

“Are you coming?” I stand up and head to the hallway. Then I get all nervous. What if Amber is really pissed at me like my parents. I’m not sure I’d want to put up with her rants and ravings. I give the excuse that I need to get a drink before we leave and she follows me and grabs my hand. It feels like a bolt of electricity is shooting through me. I am so content with holding her hand at the moment that I let her drag me to the car. Even if it is only out of aggravation on her part. I’m still in a daze as we get in the car and head out to pick Amber up. Then I notice we’re in my car. Well, technically it’s not my car anymore. I still considered it to be though. So I throw glares her way. I let nobody drive my car but me. Actually I really don’t care I just want to get a rise out of her. I don’t know why, it’s just my style I guess. I act all confused and innocent when she tells me to stop it. I tell her that it used to be my car and she just tells me to deal with it. I knew there was a reason I liked her. She’s definitely feisty enough for the both of us. Then she changes the station as if to totally brush me off. I watched her legs as she stopped for a stop sign and hot going again. I was reaching out to touch her thigh before I thought better of it and just changed the station. She must have thought I was still on that my car bit so I played along. I must have gotten her really pissed because she pulled over. Now, if we were together I’d have taken this time to ravish her but we weren’t and that was probably the last thing on her mind. When she opened my door and attempted to pull me out of the car I happily agreed. I get to drive my car!! When I was pulling back out onto the street she muttered something about four year olds. I figured she was probably referring to me. But that’s ok.

I bring it to her attention that I was only joking around but she was really pissed because she was still pouring out the sarcasm. So I say I’m sorry and that I really didn’t want her mad at me. Especially if she was making my dinner. I had to ruin it. I am so dumb. I am scum. I am filth. But it’s fun as all hell. Before she gets the chance to call me on it Amber bursts into the car and wraps her arms around my neck as best she could from the backseat. Liz nudged me and I got the hint to sit in the back. I happily complied. On the way back Amber told me her life after I left story in one run on sentence. I missed her I really did, but I couldn’t help but stare at Liz as she smiled while listening to my sisters stories. As we all get inside we kick off our shoes and Amber reaches for the phone to call someone. Not just someone. Mom. I tell her she cant’ and she doesn’t pressure me to. Liz starts to retreat to the kitchen and being the nosy one that I am, I ask where she is going. She tells me she’s going to make dinner. Amber tugs on my arm leading me to my room. We lay on my bed and I tell her a story about how I met up with a few interesting people while I was gone. I must have bored her because she fell asleep in my arms. At that moment I heard someone running upstairs. I went to talk to Liz and instead she runs right in to me as she finishes yelling that we are having pizza. Being so close to her I couldn’t help but look at her lips. They were so full and pink. I could smell the lingering remnants of strawberry lip gloss. I knew I shouldn’t kiss her so I put a finger up to them and told her Amber was sleeping. They were so soft. I found myself leaning in before I caught myself and head to the kitchen. I might as well help her. I have a clue she has no idea what she’s doing. When I get in there I see the telephone book open and I walk over to stand in front of it. “You do realize you would have to wait for the dough to rise right?” I’m smiling as I say this because I don’t see any dough. She says “Of course.” and starts rummaging through the refrigerator. I watch her did through there for a second then turn around to find the telephone book opened to pizza places. I hear her shut the door and my attention is once again drawn to her as she throws the Boboli dough at me. I smile and hold up the book. She’s blushing. I like it. She’s all flustered when she hays that she was going to call but decided against it. She talked like I felt. Incoherent. I place it back in the drawer where it was usually before I left and returned to the counter to help with the pizza. She spreads the sauce the passes me the pan. I turn my back blocking her view as I reach the bag and pull out a handful of shredded cheese and throw it at her. She looked pissed at first but to my luck she laughed. I was too laughing and that is the reason I never realized she was preparing to do the same until the second the cheese was in mid flight. There we go. I have it in my hair and stuck to the front of my shirt. I reach around her for the bag until my body is flush against hers. I wrap my hands around her wrists and breathe in the scent of her skin and shampoo and I am on cloud nine. I raise one hand up to cup her cheek, caressing her arm along the way. I’m going to do it. And by the look on her face she isn’t going to protest. As my lips touch hers I realize just how soft they are. But what makes me the happiest is that she’s kissing me back. That is until the doorbell rings tearing us apart. I start heading to the door without thinking ready to deck the person who dared interrupting us. Until Liz pointed out that I really didn’t want anyone to know I was back. Although I honestly have to say, at that moment I really didn’t care.

Part Seven

Liz’s Point of View

I sat there for a minute trying to think of something to so about that damn doorbell. Did he have to be so persistent? Damn him. In the process I didn’t notice Max leaving the kitchen to answer the door.

“Max! Don’t. I thought you didn’t want everyone to know you’re here?” I say as I catch up to him. I see him give me this look that said it all. He really didn’t care. “If you lay a finger on that door I will personally call your parents.” That did it. Score for me. He turns into the living room. Right before I answer the door we hear the man yell “Delivery guy!” Max gives me a questioning look. I just smile and answer the door opening it just enough to fit my head through and say he’s got the wrong house. He double checks the order sheet and tells me I’m mistaken. I reach in my pocket take out a twenty and throw it at him. Damn men. Do they always have to be so persistent? I tell him exactly where he can shove the pizza and slam the door, smiling sweetly at Max as I lead him into the kitchen. “U.P.S.”

“Sure.” He’s grinning like an idiot again and I can’t help but wonder if he knows. Then I realize he’s not really paying attention to a damn word I’ve said as he stares at my lips. Licking my lips in anticipation I reach my arms up to go around his neck. God help me. I barely know the guy. When his lips come crashing down on mine I lose any and all train of thought other than one. Max. The kiss is gentle yet passionate as the pressure on my lips increases. I start smiling and he pulls back.

“What?” Oh, what he wouldn’t give to act out some of the thoughts going through my mind.

“I’ll show you once we get upstairs.” I start running for the stairway with him following close behind. He grabs me around the waist as we reach the top step and I know this is wrong because it feels so good. We should be taking it slower and I know that but this is fun. I turn around and he continues kissing me as he walks me backwards to my room. When I reach out to open the door I break the kiss and tell him to get on the bed. He’s a good boy and he does as he’s told. I tell him to get comfortable as I run back downstairs to get a few things. When I get back I see his shirt on the ground and I start to laugh. Just what did he think we were going to be doing? Like I said before I barely know him. He comes up behind me and kisses my neck asking me what I went to get. I turn around and grin as I hold up a can of shaving cream and a razor. He backs off with a frown giving me a simple oh. I laugh and lead him into my bathroom. That goatee had to go. Along with the clothes which I plan on making him get rid off. They weren’t him. Now as for the hair. I like the hair. I have him sit on the edge of the counter and I step between his legs and shave of the goatee. Of course I am extra careful not to mar that beautiful face of his. As he turns around he just kind of stares blankly in the mirror. I ask him what’s wrong and he tells me that he’s had the facial hair since he moved to New York and that he just feels a little weird without it now. I can’t help but feel a little guilty hoping that I didn’t push him too far too soon.

“I know what you mean. I know I would feel odd if someone made me shave my armpits for the first time.” As I say this I manage to keep a straight face and receive a flash of horror and disgust from Max. The look sends me over the edge and I break out laughing and assure him that I shave them. I give him a hug and feel him reach his hands to check to make sure I wasn’t lying and I laugh again. We head back downstairs to finish up the pizza. Just as the bell dings telling us the pizza is done Amber comes padding into the kitchen, and sits on Max’s lap. I’m jealous. Ha! Jealous of a 7 year old. Isn’t that humorous. I say I am going to set the table and Max stops me asking Amber if she’d do it. I don’t think that girl could deny him of anything. I have a feeling I’d have the same problem. There is just something about him. The amber-brown eyes, the perfect body, and sense of humor to go with it. I thank her and get a smile in return. Now I know what I missed out on without having any brothers or sisters. I shrug it off and get the pizza out of the oven as Max gets drinks ready and brings them into the dining room.

The dinner actually went pretty smoothly, no sarcastic or rude comments. No four year old temper tantrums over which chair was who’s. I’m impressed. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I’m actually becoming self conscious around Max. It’s a little awkward. We piss each other off one minute the next we’re all over each other what’s up with that? I don’t know, but I should slow things down. I wish I knew what to do. Maybe Max does. I’ll have to talk to him alone.

I give Max a killer smile as I walk over to him seductively. His arms come out to me and wrap around my waist as I lean in closer and kiss his neck before I whisper “You have dish duty.” He groans and gives me a look saying he’ll get me back later. He takes the dishes in the other room and Amber and I stand in the doorway watching him.

“Aren’t you two going to help?” We simply laugh and Amber says “As if.”

Yeah I guess she’s okay. We don’t move just simply watch him as he puts the dishes directly in the dishwasher. I look down at Amber just as she’s looking at me. I lean down and ask her if I should tell him or if she wanted to. She waited until he closed the dishwasher and took a bow. “All done?” He looks at her as if she’s crazy and says “Can’t you tell? What? Impressed?” He looks so smug.

“Actually we are. How did you manage to rinse all those before we had time to walk in here?” He hesitates before saying he’s just the best. I’m sure he is. “Amber do you have homework?” She starts denying it when make gives her a look and she’s off. “I’ll go give her some help if she needs it.” I wander off to find Amber and I here the water in the kitchen running along with some grumbling. I find Amber in her room writing in a journal, and ask her if that’s for homework. She tells me that her Mr. Doyle, who I am assuming is her teacher, has her class write a page long entry on their day. She also says that she doesn’t understand why because he doesn’t read them. I understand perfectly why. If you have to refer to something done before you can look at it from a different perspective. It’s always helpful when you need to find out how one thing led to another. She says she’s done as she closes the notebook. I believe her and she goes to take her shower. When I go back downstairs I hear the dishwasher going and slamming of drawers in Max’s room. I knock and I don’t get a response. As I reach to open the door the knob turns and I come face to face with Max. I look down and notice he’s holding a pair of shorts and a tank top. “I’m going to take a shower” My mind starts running. Max. Naked. Water. Soapy. Oh. My. God. I must have been unresponsive for a few minutes because he starts gently shaking my shoulders. “Are you there?” I snap out of it and move out of his way. He gets up halfway upstairs before I move again, and that’s to tell him that he’ll have to wait because Amber is in there right now. He says no problem and starts heading to my room. As he reaches the door he turns to asks if I mind. Do I mind? Hell no! I manage to mutter a ‘sure’ and he’s heading in. He doesn’t even bother to turn around when he asks if I want to join him. I let out a small laugh that to me sounded nervous. He shuts the door to the bathroom and I hear him ask once more if I am positive I don’t mind. “I’m positive” I yell back. When I heard the water turn on I jump on my bed. “Why would I mind? He’s only gorgeous. Max. Naked. Wet. Soapy. In the room next door. My bathroom. I am in hell!” I resist the urge to run there and jump him in the shower. And believe me it is almost irresistible. I start telling myself that I am not just a horny teenager. “That’s because I’m an unbelievably horny teenager.”

“That’s nice to know.” Max.

“How long have you been out of the shower?” I have my attention focused out the window, on the bedpost, on the floor. Anywhere but him. Then I feel the mattress shift under me as he climbed on the bed behind me as he starts massaging my shoulders. I feel his breath on my neck as he tells me he’s been out long enough to hear me say my mantra of not being just a horny teenager. Oh god. He gives me a quick kiss on my temple, collects his soap and shampoo, and heads downstairs. My calm and cool exterior was shot straight to hell as I entered the bathroom. It smelled so good. I shut the door and let out a sigh as the aroma enveloped me as I leaned back against the door. I never want to take a shower in here again in fear of some other smell overpowering his. I’d love to be able to smell this everyday. Anyway, I realize that’s not possible and I take my shower. I suddenly wish my bath soap wasn’t as strong smelling as it was. I was thinking of how I could possibly get him to take his showers in here from now on. Besides the obvious way. Not that I would mind. I have to stop thinking like this! Think. Think of what? As I started to finish my shower I thought of something. I stopped thinking of Max and started to sing a song.

“Yeah, I got a wild thing for you
We're talkin' hoops you got me jumpin' through
You got those lemon drop martini eyes
And if my karma suits you
Cross the line into another place and time
Tell me how pretty she is
When she turns the colors of the rainbow
One more day with you trip hoppin'
One more night with you... no stoppin'
Ain't no smokin' fantasy
'Cuz lovin' you is trippin' to me
You got me psychodelisized
You got my situation bone-a-fide
It took a sunset to get me to see
That all I really needed was your love
To yeah forever shine on me
Promised promiscuities is like waiting for your ex-to-see that
One more day with you... trip hoppin'
One more night with you... no stoppin'
Yeah yeah yeah
Get my way with you... trip hoppin'
In my kaleidoscope I'm lookin' thru
My only color was a neon blue
I was hangin' on to yesterday
And now the only way out is through
One more night with you”

As I opened the door I was congratulating myself on not thinking about him for a whole three minutes. Go me! I opened the door to go get changed and I was startled when I saw Max sitting on my bed. I was unfortunately so startled that my grip loosened on the towel. Oh shit.

Part Eight

Max’s Point of View

“If you lay a finger on that door I will personally call your parents.” Why the hell would she do that? Why was she so scared for me to open the door? Then I knew. She had a boyfriend. I gave her a questioning look but was met with a serious face. So I shrugged and walked into the living room. Why should I care if she had a boyfriend? I shouldn’t. We’re both only here for two weeks. I know I shouldn’t care. Then I hear a guy yell “Delivery guy!” Delivery guy? She opens the door and I run to the window. Roma. Pizza. I hear her tell the guy to shove something up his ass and I run back to my seat just in time to see a smile that made me forget that she even opened the door. Then she reminded me by saying “U.P.S.” Yup. I’m sure it was. I start following her into the kitchen and am about to say something about the pizza guy but she turns around and the only thing I can focus on is the nervous smile thrown towards me. Uh-huh. I’m a goner. She licks her lips and I realize I can still taste her lip gloss. Before I know what I’m doing my lips are on hers. When she reaches around my neck I can’t get close enough and I press harder on her lips. Those soft, sweet lips. Then she smiles and I’m curious as to why. She tells me she’ll show me when we get upstairs. Yes baby show me!! No! What am I thinking? We only met this morning. I’m thinking I’m a teenage guy with an incredibly sexy girl telling me she’s going to show me something upstairs. And away we go. She runs up the stairs and I wait until she reaches the top stair before grabbing her waist and kiss her nonstop. I’m about to reach her neck when she breaks us apart and opens the door. She tells me to sit down. And my body is just screaming out to her yelling Dominate me baby! When she tells me to get comfortable and she leaves to get something I get up, take off my shirt and hide behind the door. She comes in and I reach forward to stop the door from knocking me out. She notices my shirt and laughs. To me it sounds a little nervous. I just can’t resist any longer and I walk up behind her and brush all of her hair to one side and place a kiss on her neck.

“So what did you get?” I’m hoping for whipped cream and chocolate sauce. God what I wouldn’t give for it to be whipped cream. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m still a virgin but there’s nothing wrong with your first time being a little kinky is there? Just something to enhance her already sweet taste. Then she does the thing I’d least expect and holds up cream. Not whipped cream though. And a razor. I can’t keep the disappointment off my face as I say oh. Dragging me into her bathroom she tells me to sit on the counter and me being the lovesick fool that I am I listen. If she told me to suddenly develop alien powers I’d find a way to do it. She nudges my legs apart and starts shaving off the goatee. While she’s doing this I can’t help but wonder what I’m going to look like. I’ve had it ever since I went to New York. Ava said that she loved the no facial hair look, so I did the opposite. Of course when I told her how I was going to keep the facial hair she gave up on me. I guess I just didn’t meet her standards anymore. Unfortunately she had a twin sister who just adored me. She said that it was destiny that we met. Destiny? Who believes in that shit? The whole Harding family was annoying as hell. Not that it didn’t do anything for my ego but it just wasn’t welcome.

She finished and was pleased because she was smiling. Smiling until I looked in the mirror and I didn’t say anything. Then she makes a joke about her not shaving her armpits. Yuck. Ick. Gross. I think I’m going to puke. I don’t go for that French thing. I knew she was too perfect. When she tells me she’s just joking I give her an uneasy smile and she gives me a hug. I cop a little feel to make sure she was just joking. Which lucky for me she was. She laughs once again and we head downstairs to finish the pizza. I start picking up the cheese that is all over the floor and she helps. Amber shows up when the pizza is done and she makes herself comfortable on my lap. I catch Liz looking and she excuses herself to go set the table. Then I realize that I really don’t know anything about her. I don’t know if she has any older brothers or sisters.

“Hold on a second Liz. Amber?” When she looked up at me I asked Amber if she would please set the table for Liz. She gets up and does it for her. I busy myself getting drinks and Liz is getting the pizza out. I’m about to ask her she would meet me in my room later to talk about us. Of course I’m assuming that there is an us. But when I open my mouth to say something she is already heading out the doorway. So I go in after her. During dinner I extend my leg and rub it up against Liz’s leg and give her a smile. That was up until I’m kicked and I notice Amber glaring at me. Oops. Wrong person. I give her a quick apology, and continue mooning over Liz. Amber leaves the room to do god knows what and Liz is grinning mischievously and I’m frozen in place. She’s walking over to me and I’m mesmerized by the way she’s walking towards me. The way her hips are swaying and her hair slightly swaying. My arms surround her to hold her up to me as she leans in and places a light kiss just below my ear and I think I’m in heaven. then she shatters that image and tells me I have to do the dishes. Isn’t it nice to be back?

“I’m going to get you, you know that right?”

“I know.” God she’s amazing. I walk into the kitchen carrying all the plates and load them into the dishwasher without so much as a complaint. I’m proud of myself. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and I see Liz and Amber standing there. I bow and ask if they are impressed because they are looking at me like I missed the punch line to the funniest joke ever told. The look they share says I did something wrong and I’m waiting for the bomb to drop. Liz then brings it to my attention that she’s amazed at how quickly I rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. I was supposed to rinse them first? I quickly recover and Liz goes off to help Amber with her homework. Who ever heard of rinsing the dishes before putting them in the washer? I just don’t understand. Why the hell would you help the dishwasher do its own job? To make a machines life easier? I had never been home when we had dinner. I was always at practice or out with friends. Then I moved to New York and lived off of McDonalds and Burger King. I mutter to myself as I get the dishes out of the washer, rinse them and start the washer once again. After a few minutes I get tired of waiting for Liz and I head to my room. I’m actually feeling a little grimy so I dig through my drawers at first I just grab a pair of boxers because that’s what I’ve been used to while I was away, but I really don’t want to traumatize Amber. Although it would be worth it to see Liz’s reaction. I was debating whether or not when Liz knocked on the door. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank to wear also and ran to the door.

“I’m going to go take a shower.” I tell her because she looked at the clothes. She just stares at the shorts and I realize that I have them placed over my dick, and the way she’s just staring makes me a little self conscious especially when a smile starts to form on her lips. the look starts getting me aroused and I figure it’s time to snap her out of it. “Liz? Are you there?” Dumb question. Obviously otherwise I wouldn’t be able to shake her shoulder like I am doing. She merely moves to the side. I am unbelievably pleased to know that I can have this effect on her. I deliberately walk slow enough for her to be right behind me. She doesn’t even reach the bottom of the stairs before I hear her tell me that I can’t. I’m about to tell her that I am completely capable of taking a shower but I’m always up the extra help. Then she tells me that Amber is currently in there. So I do what I used to. I go to use the one in the guest room. It isn’t until I reach for the doorknob that I ask her if it’s ok with her. She tells me it’s fine. As I get inside I know she’s right behind me. I smile and say, “There isn’t anyway that I can get you to come wash my back for me is there?”

I receive a nervous laugh which I take to be a no. Can’t blame a guy for trying. I continue walking into the bathroom and as soon as I do, I smell Liz.

“Are you positive you are okay?” I hear her mutter that she’s fine and I look over a few things on the counter. She has a few different perfumes lined up, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a brush. I surprised that I don’t find a shit load of make-up. But then again I don’t remember Liz wearing any besides lip gloss. She is absolutely perfect for me. For the last year I’ve been living with two girls wearing enough make-up for every girl in the world. Enough to kill any and all sexual tension that should have been present. I run the water and get in. As I’m washing my hair I’m know that I have to plan my timing from now on. Every time Amber goes to take a shower I’ll have to have a sudden urge to take one. Just so I have a reason to breathe in the scent. Before I get out of the shower I take a sniff of Liz’s body wash. Cherry Vanilla. It smells sweet. I could have sworn I smelled strawberry on her though. Then I found it. Strawberry shampoo. I’ll have to make sure she never runs out of this stuff. Minutes later I am dressed and quietly exit the bathroom to find Liz talking to herself. “I am not just a horny teenager. I am not just a horny teenager. I am not just a horny teenager.” I can’t keep the smile off my face. I wanted to burst out laughing but what I heard next was even better. My little Lizzie was nothing less than a very horny teenager. Every guys dream to hear. I tell her I’m glad for that information and she turns bright red concentrating on anything but me. I take this opportunity climb on the bed behind her and massage her shoulders. Hoping to relieve some of her embarrassment and I lean in close to her until I am sure she can feel my breath on her neck . She turns enough for me to kiss her on the lips, instead I give a quick peck on the forehead, gather my things and leave. If she wants me she’ll have to come and get me. I stop just outside her door and I hear Liz run into the bathroom. “I am not just a horny teenager. I am not just a horny teenager.” Hey, anything to get my mind off of Liz. Liz naked. Liz naked washing herself. My thoughts are stopped as Amber walks past me on the stairs and tells me that I am not just any horny teenager. I’m her horny teenage brother. I’m surprised. Does she even know what it means to be horny? Never mind. I’ll ignore her commentary. I bring my stuff back to my room and rush back to Liz’s room. If she’s doing anything in that shower that can result in moaning I want to hear it. Even if it’s just her practicing for an Herbal Essences commercial I still want to hear it. I sit on her bed trying to figure out what I’m going to say to her. What the hell am I going to tell her is my reason for sitting in her bedroom while she’s in there taking a shower? I wondered what she was going to be wearing to bed. Nothing, I hope. Then of course I have to think of a rational option. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough for her to be wearing a tight white t-shirt and a short pair of shorts. When she comes out she’s in just a towel. She doesn’t notice me right away but when she does she loses her grip on the towel. Oh. My. God. He is so good to me. The towel falls to the floor and she’s so embarrassed she doesn’t grab it right away. Not that I’m any help. My eyes are glued to her as she stands there frozen. My eyes roam over her curves and linger on her breasts. They look so firm and round. My goddess. She finally reaches and picks up her towel wrapping it around her form. Lucky towel. “What a shame.” I truly mean it. She blushes as she walks over to her dresser and pulls out a shirt and a pair of shorts. She did it! She managed to fulfill both dreams. It’s a white t-shirt! I’m pretty sure my arousal is getting noticeable so I tell her that I’ll give her a few minutes to change. Once I get out the door I lean against the wall and take deep breaths. Running a shaky hand through my hair I keep thinking one thought to turn me off completely.

When I was living in New York I met up with a girl named Isabel and her boyfriend Alex. they were nice. She was supposedly an ice princess before she met him. Anyway for her eighteenth birthday Alex decided to do a strip tease.

“Alex in a thong, Alex in a thong, Alex in a thong.”

"Who is Alex? Is it a guy? If so why are you picturing him in a thong? Should I be jealous?"

posted on 27-Sep-2001 8:43:33 PM
Part Nine

Liz’s Point of View

I just stand there and look at the towel sprawled out on the floor. I am so embarrassed. No that doesn’t even begin to cover it. What do I do? What do I do? Catch his reaction? No! Grab towel and cover myself up!!! I couldn’t help it, I had to know. My eyes look up and the way he’s looking at me is making me hot even though I have no clothes on. It’s almost as if he’s openly worshipping me. I like it. The prude in me surfaces and I wrap the towel around me which turns out to be a “shame” in his words. It’s nice to know I’m wanted. I blush and walk over to the dresser to get some clothes for bed. Grabbing whatever is on top I turn around and a smile forms on his lips as he looks at the clothing I’ve retrieved. Giving me a few minutes to change Max leaves and I quickly throw on my pj’s. I hear a faint mumbling coming form the hall and I crack open the door to find Max leaning against the wall as if it’s a lifeline. I can’t make out the sentence so I take a step out of the doorway. He’s obviously very deep in thought because he hasn’t seen me yet. Then what I hear makes me jealous and wanting to laugh at the same time. Something about Alex in a thong? First off boy or girl? If it’s a girl why the hell is he thinking of some other girl in a thong when he has just seen me naked? If it’s a boy, well enough said? I ask him what he’s talking about and his head lifts so fast I think that he’s going to get whiplash. When he sees the look of amusement on my face he looks away sheepishly and says it’s a guy friend from New York. Does that mean he strays the other way a little? He ushers me back into my bedroom and makes himself comfortable on my bed. He tells me of his friends back in New York and the party for Isabel.

“Max?” By now I’m sitting next to him and I’m wondering something else. He looks up at me signaling that I once again have his full attention. “What were you thinking when you saw me entering your house?”

He thinks about it a few minutes and I’m honestly curious. He opens his mouth to speak when Amber comes in and tells him it’s time for bed. He says he’ll come say good night on a few minutes. Unfortunately she doesn’t like that plan. I have never in my life seen any child so willing to go to sleep. Did she have this radar measuring the worst possible times to come in. Max gives me a look saying he’s sorry but he’ll only be a few minutes. He’s following behind her to the door when she turns around and says my name. What does she want? If I say goodnight will she go away? Amber isn’t exactly my favorite person as of this moment. I wanted to know it he felt the same thing as I did. The first moment I saw him I felt this unbelievable attraction considering the fact I was threatening him with a baseball bat, it was actually quite humorous. “Sleep tight.” That’s good enough right? Wrong. She walks over to me with purpose and takes my hand then heading to her room she grabs Max’s along the way.

Much to my dismay I’m actually liking the feeling of having to tuck someone in. I’m more of a stand-offish type person. Only touchy-feely when it comes to hot guys. Namely, Max. I was expecting him to tuck her in say good night and leave. I was surprised to see him take a place behind Amber on the bed and start brushing her hair. He’s had to have done it before because she’s not even saying it hurts. Normally I’d have said he wasn’t entirely straight if he enjoyed doing this but watching him it just seems natural. He stands up off the bed as she gets comfortable. He pulls the blanket up over her tells her that he missed her and gives her a kiss on the nose. With that he turns around to see me watching intently and turns a shade of red. Amber is just looking at me expectantly and I walk over and sit down next to her. “Good night kid.” I lean down and whisper in her ear that her brother truly did miss her and she smiles at me. Max closes her door behind us and we go back to my room. We stand there like idiots for a few minutes before Max suggests that we ought to get some sleep. When he said we I thought he meant in the same bed. I was surprised by his forwardness at first until I looked in his eyes and knew that definitely wasn’t what he was thinking. I was disappointed though. We get Amber to go to sleep and all he wants to do is go to sleep? Talk about self control. I’m having a hard time not throwing him down on my bed and having my way with him.

“Sure.” I might as well agree. I am a little tired. I go in and brush my teeth while he pulls down my covers. That confirmed my suspicions when he only pulled down one side. Not two. I should be fine with that though. I shouldn’t want to be near him this much. I only met him this morning, but I am already so comfortable around him. Is shouldn't want to hold onto him and never let him go. I shouldn't want to, but I do. I walk back out to him and turn off my light. He gives me a questioning look and leads me over to my bed. He looks gorgeous in the dark. His features are so well defined in the moonlight. So him. He pushes all my hair behind my shoulders and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I’m about to open my mouth to allow him access but he pulls back and walks around to the other side of the bed. He’s behind me and I can’t see a thing. Then I feel him lightly run his hands over my shoulders and he kisses my neck before I feel a brush run through my hair. It feels so good to have him playing with my hair like that. And the way his knuckles brush against the back of my neck is driving me insane. He finishes after about five minutes. He gently pushes me backwards until I lay down. “Sweet Dreams.” hearing him say that makes me realize just how much I have fallen for him in one day. One day. Who would think that in a matter of less than twelve hours you could feel so deeply for somebody. Not me. But I am now living proof. He leans in and I close my eyes in anticipation of that notorious good night kiss but instead he lightly brushes his lips over my eyelids. He puts his forehead to mine and I look up at him and I can feel his breath dancing over my mouth. I lean up to give him a kiss and he pushes me back smiling. I can’t help but return the gesture when I tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. He lingers in my room for a moment longer then closes my door. Now I’m alone in the dark suddenly feeling lonely. Ha! Lonely. He’s still within talking distance. I can see his shadow under my door still. When he leaves then I am completely lonely. I stare up at the ceiling and notice glow in the dark planets and stars stuck to it. I stare off into space, literally. That is until I realize I never said good night. I said that I’d see him tomorrow but I never said “Good night” Throwing the covers off of me I walk down to Max’s room.

I knock on his door. “Max?”

“Come in.” I walk in slowly and I notice him laying on his bed reading without a shirt on. My hormones are in overdrive and I’m having a hard time keeping them in check. I walk over to his bed and sit. “I just wanted to say good night.” He just nods. I lean in closer to him and I give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving my lips there longer than needed. He turns his head and my lips are now touching his. He flicks his tongue out over my lips asking for permission and I more then willingly comply. When we come up for air I lay my head on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat racing. It matches mine perfectly. I am so content at this point that I never want to go a day without feeling this way. Having that kiss. A day without him. I guess you could say he’s my balance. Point is I drift off to sleep listening to his rhythmic breathing. He must have fallen asleep to because when I wake up to his alarm clock at six-thirty his hand is placed on my breast. I do nothing to move it. I feel my nipples tighten as I imagine the places he could have possibly touched my in my sleep, causing me to release a groan. His hand grips a little tighter and I feel myself getting wet. I arch up into his hand involuntarily and I watch as his eyes flutter open, and a confused look covers his face as he glances down to his hand and his face burns a beautiful ruby red. I simply laugh, give him a kiss on his forehead, and say good morning. I could get used to this.

Part Ten

Max’s Point of View

I can only imagine what Liz is thinking. If I’m thinking of another girl I am pretty sure she’ll tell me to go straight to hell. But how can I possibly think of any girl other than her now? I just saw her in all her glory. Cans she be any more perfect? I think not. Then again how do I tell her I was thinking about a guy in a thong? That is just wrong. I decide to tell her about the whole New York thing. Especially the party. I wouldn’t want her to think I swing the other way at all. No thank you. I urge her into her bedroom and make myself comfortable on her bed. Before she even gets the chance to close the door I start telling her about Isabel’s 18th birthday and the first time I was mugged, the many times I got clothing stuck in the doors of the subway. Yup, the stories to make her smile. I’d do anything to keep her smiling. From the looks of it my idiotic ways make her amused as hell. By the time I finish telling her about the first time I took a taxi and the driver couldn’t speak English so he ended up taking me to a completely different town, by then she was sitting next to me with our legs brushing against each others. When it had been silent for a minute or two she spoke up.

“Max?” I had been looking at the skin-to-skin contact going on when I brought me eyes level with hers. She asked me what I thought the first time I saw her. Honestly? I was in love with her body. But once I saw her being courageous and all, I fell for her completely. Her body was then just an added bonus. Lucky me. I know she wants me to say that it was love at first sight, and it was. To an extent, that I’m not proud to admit. I open my mouth to tell her that I thought she was the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on, which is the whole truth, then Amber comes in. Which I am actually glad for. She comes in and tells me that it is time to go to bed. Since when does she want to go to sleep? Ah, the infamous sister sonar. Then I turn and see Liz’s disappointment at Amber’s timing, so I ask Amber to go ahead and wait in her bedroom. Nope. Didn’t work. She wants to sleep. I glance back at Liz but Amber has already run back to get her. I was right behind them the whole way back to Amber’s room. I never realized how much I missed Amber. It was a nightly routine. Mom and Dad would tuck Amber in, I would come upstairs and get her back out of bed to brush her hair and tuck her back in. Tradition. A tradition I managed to forget about while I was gone. While I was brushing Amber’s hair I noticed Liz just kind of staring. I don’t think she was aware of it though. Almost a longing look. I’ll have to do something about that. I tuck Amber in, telling her just how much I’ve missed her. Like crazy. I give her a quick peck on the nose and tell her to have a good nights sleep. That is when I turn around to see Liz watching me so closely it makes me blush. Me. A big macho guy tucking in his sister. Can you say wuss? Then I see this look of adoration in her eyes and I want nothing more than to please her for the rest of my life. Wait up! Whoa! Rest of my life? Where the hell did that come from? I’m only here for two weeks and so is she. That’s impossible. Unless..... I go back with her. Can you spell obsessed? It’s not that hard. M-A-X. Nope, not hard at all. I was already heading to the door when I saw Liz walking over to sit next to Amber. Considering that Liz has only known Amber for about 2 days she was pretty good with her. I almost laugh when I here her say “Goodnight Kid.” That’s my tough Liz. She whispers something into Amber’s ear and her face lights up. I’m still smiling as Liz and I walk back to her room. I want to tell Liz the answer to her previous question, but I am actually afraid of that. What if it wasn’t the exact answer she wanted? Would that be the end of our new-found relationship? I must have been thinking pretty hard about it because Liz is looking at me expectantly. Me, being the imbecile that I am, simply ask her if she wants to go to bed. I look of shock flickers in her eyes. Oh no. I hope she didn’t think, nah. I mean not that I don’t want to, but..... I didn’t mean it that way. She must have figured out that I meant it in the most innocent of ways and she agrees. As she brushes her teeth I pull down the covers to her bed and impatiently wait. I just want to feel those silky smooth strands between my fingers. I just want to find any reason to touch her. She takes me by surprise as she turns off her lights. I take her hand and lead her to her bed. I only wish this were under different circumstances. I can’t control my urge to kiss her, leaning down I brace my arms on either side of her body and kiss her lips, just as she’s about to deepen the kiss I pull back. I want to do this. I get comfortable behind her and pull her hair to the back, exposing her neck. I can’t resist as my mouth lowers to her skin and I lightly kiss her creamy skin. I smell the cherry Vanilla mixed with the Strawberry of her shampoo and realize if I don’t control myself starting now I’ll never want to stop. I give myself a mental shake and grip the brush tighter. I make sure I am as gentle as can be when I put it through her hair. It glides with ease down tresses. Is there anything wrong with her? I don’t think I can prolong saying goodnight to her, any longer. It sucks. I just want her to spend the night in my arms. Yes, I would be content with that. I’m not a complete horndog you know. I lay her down and say those dreaded words. “Sweet Dreams.” The two words that keep me from seeing Liz for 8 hours. I lean forward and place a single kiss on each of her eyelids and place my forehead on hers as I figure out just how much she means to me after only knowing her for less than 24 hours. She’s remarkable. Her breath is coming out in puffs mingling with my own. It’s just so tempting to ravage her and I need to be strong. I need.... I need, I need to get some sleep. After a shower maybe? She leans up to kiss me. Ha! It’s just as hard on her! I smile and gently push her back down. I almost run back to her when she smiles back at me and tells me that she’ll see me tomorrow. I don’t want to leave her. But being the great guy that I am I give her the time she’ll need. I send her a final smile and close her door behind me. Once outside I just lean against her door and think. Think of her eyes, her hair, the way she smells, the way she talks. Perfect. Everything is just perfect. Eventually I walk down the stairs and into my room. After minutes of just staring off into space I figure there is nothing left to do but go to sleep. Not even a minute after I laid down there was a slight knocking at my door. At first I think it is Amber just coming to say that she’s missed me. When she got scared she would come down to my room and just curl up on my bed. I had gotten so used to it I didn’t even wake up from it. I was shocked when I heard Liz’s unsteady voice come from the small crack between the door and the wall. “Come in.” I couldn’t help but smile, could she not wait until the morning to see me again either. I had been going crazy. Yes, I know. Pathetic. I hadn’t even been in a different house but I had already begun to miss her. I watched as the pale moonlight danced over her features as she sat down on my bed.

“I just wanted to say goodnight.” I thought she already did. Who am I to argue though? She gave me a kiss on the cheek letting her lips stay in place a little longer than needed and I couldn’t help myself. I turned my head so that I could return the kiss and I felt like it should have been a dream as her sweet soft lips touched mine. I needed more. I let my tongue escape between my lips and practically begged for entry as it brushed her lower lip. If I’m not mistaken she was more then eager to let me. When her hands started tracing the muscles of my stomach I had to break free from the kiss, otherwise she would have felt what else my body was aching for at that moment.

I’m pretty sure she can hear and feel my heart beating fast, like I had just run a mile. Honestly? It feels like I’ve run a dozen. I think I deserve a rest. I just listen to her breathing slow as she calms down. Glad to know I wasn’t the only one affected by the kiss. That mind blowing kiss. That kiss that I never really wanted to stop. Now that I’ve had it I never want to give it up. Not for the world. Her hand stops tracing circles on my stomach and I know she’s fallen asleep. It doesn’t take me long to do the same.

I’m having this great dream about me and Liz. We’re making love and her kisses are practically drugging me. I must have been groping something in my sleep because I wake up to a slight moan and something arching into the palm of my hand. Amber! Oh my god! Yuck! Ick! I’m about to say sorry as I begin to jump out of bed, that is until I see Liz. A smiling Liz. She looks happy. I like knowing that I could make her happy. I’m making a vow right here, right now, to do everything in power to make smile like this everyday. Even if I have to develop those alien powers I mentioned before. I feel my blood rushing to my face as well as a very neglected other area. Sorry buddy. I am stunned as she laughs at me and says good morning. I can’t believe she laughed at me. Although it is better than her screaming at me and calling me some sick pervert. She can laugh at me any day. Have I mentioned how perfect she is? After the kiss on the forehead she runs out of my room and I hear her footsteps pounding as she goes up the stairs. I let out a sigh and collapse back onto my bed. She is only gone a matter of minutes before she bursts back through my door once again. No words are spoken before she jumps on my bed and straddles me. Wow she moves fast. Her lips are everywhere. Am I still dreaming? What the hell is going on? She licks the shell of my ear and nibbles at my earlobe. Dream. It has to be. Don’t ever wake me up. Do you hear me? Never!! She steadily kisses from my ear down my neck. I can’t take it anymore. I roll us over so I am on top and lower my head to capture another one of those sweet kisses when she turns her head. Okay. Did I do something wrong? I sit back on my legs and just look at her. I can’t help it, I am thoroughly confused. She looks pretty serious. At least she did for a minute. then she burst out laughing. Alright let’s get something clear, I didn’t really mean she could laugh at me any time she wants. Now I’m just pissed. What the hell is so funny? Then she explained it to me in two words. “Morning breath.” Oh yeah. Forgot about that. I do a quick breath check. Nope. I wouldn’t want to kiss me either.

“One minute.” I run over to my dresser and find a piece of gum that I had taken out of my pocket last night. “Better?” I’m already kissing her before she gets the chance to answer. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Damn you Amber. Why? Then I know the answer. Radar must have gone berserk. She’s always had a knack for catching me in the most awkward positions. Ideas are flying through my head on how to get rid of her. Don’t get me wrong, I love her dearly. But I want her gone for now. Then it hits me. School. Liz and I get to be alone all day. Nice. Giving Liz one last kiss on the lips I walk over to the door and tell Amber I’ll be out in a minute to make breakfast. “So, Liz. What do you want for breakfast?”

“You.” Yeah, that’s my ego you see inflating.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to share that with my sister.”

“I’ve never been to good at sharing.”

Part Eleven

Liz’s Point of View

The look on his face resembles something of confusion and relief. Poor guy. He’s stuck with me. Because I have absolutely no intention of letting him go. Nope. None what so ever. I want nothing more than to kiss him breathless but some things need to be taken care of first. Grinning, I run back upstairs and into my bathroom. Searching for my toothbrush I continue to think of things that Max and I can do today. Well, let’s see. We can....... well....... okay, this sucks. I just want to parade him around showing off to all those prissy girls that he belongs to me, but he doesn’t want his parents to find out. So, what can we do around the house. Only one thing comes to mind, I can ride him like there’s no tomorrow. That sounds like a good idea. What do you think? Come on, admit it. We all want him. I’ll take him any way I can get him. I rush back down the stairs and into Max’s room. He’s still laying on his bed when I enter. Lazy. Still a good thing though. I’m already on top of him before he has a chance to say hello. I just want to be near him. His smell drives me crazy. I just can’t seem to get enough of him. Hey Mom, Dad, what do you think of your little catholic school girl now? I’m just getting into kissing him without thinking, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is. I’m almost to that perfectly defined chest of his when he flips me over. Why couldn’t he just let me continue doing what I was. Nooooo..... he had to go and ruin it. Jerk. Now I have to wait even longer. When the confused look crosses his face I have to tell him the reason I look upset. “Morning breath.” He looks like he’s about to ask if I’m crazy, then does a quick check on his breath. He must have realized it wasn’t too great because he got up off of me and went to his dresser. I was about to ask if he was actually mad at me but he showed me a piece of gum before shoving it in his mouth. Clever and resourceful. Definitely my dream guy. He rushes over to me and resumes his position above me. My legs wrap around his waist in an attempt to get closer to him. Then comes the dreaded noise. Now I know why I never wanted a brother or sister. Damn them. I never actually believed it when my friends said they had intuition on when to interrupt. Never doubting them again.

“So, Liz. What do you want for breakfast?” Is he for real? He can cook? I know I’m supposed to think before I speak, but that one phrase slips through my mind and I answer truthfully.

“You.” Filter! Learn to filter Liz! I don’t even have time to blush before he tells me that I wouldn’t want to share him with his sister. Damn straight!

“I’ve never been to good at sharing.” Truth. Reason number two for no siblings. Sharing bad. I watch as Max walks to the door and begins to open it.

“Hey Max?” I’m pretty sure Amber would never leave him alone if he walks out the door to meet her if he’s half naked. Tossing him a shirt I mutter. “What a shame.” Ha! I finally got to say it to him. I receive a deep throated laugh as he exits the door. My turn. I let myself fall back on his bed, as I land I can smell him all around me. Heaven. It finally dawns on me that I just spent the night on top of a bare-chested Max Evans. Holy Shit. Lucky me. Lucky, Lucky me. I climb out of bed and walk into the kitchen where I find Max making french toast. Dream guy. Breakfast goes off without a hitch and I soon find myself searching through my closet for something to wear. Closet full of clothes and nothing to wear. Typical. Typical for anyone other than me! I’ve never had this problem. Now, thanks to Max I’m turning into a teenybopper. Ugh! How I hate that word. I settle for a pair of short overalls and a bright tank top to go underneath. What?!? It’s comfy okay? I pull my hair into a ponytail before running downstairs to finish helping Amber getting ready. Only I find both Max and Amber sitting by the door with a bored look on both their faces. Oh. Okay, job number two done.

“You all ready?” She’s already got her backpack on but I might as well ask anyway.

“I think the correct question would be are you all ready?” Okay, so I deserved it. I’m the slow one. But it’s all his fault. I’m perfect. It couldn’t possibly be mine. Max gives Amber a playful smack on the arm. The look on her face makes it look like he has just betrayed her. Ah, the joys of siblings. Younger siblings no less. The ride to the school was pure hell. It consisted of one question coming from Amber’s mouth. That big whiny mouth. “Do I really have to go to school?” Now I understand why parents have to learn to tune out their children because if I had to listen to this shit pretty much every day for twelve years straight I would go fucking insane. I just do not have the patience. The look on Max’s face tells me that he has already perfected the art of ignoring her. He actually looks peaceful. No anger or frustration to be found. What the hell. Is he even nodding his head to a beat? There is no music playing. Even if there were you’d never be able to hear it over Amber. Kids suck.

Max pulls up to the school curb behind a few buses and turns to face Amber.

“Have a good day.” Wow. He sounded strict. Geez. Meanie. I’m about to ask him if it would really be so bad if Amber were to stay home for one day, then comes that voice again when she asks if she really has to. See kid, why did you have to go and kill a good thing?

Max doesn’t even have to say a word to Amber because the look says it all. He isn’t going to change his mind. Admitting defeat, Amber got out of the car and entered the school. I look over at Max just in time to see him staring at me. Ooooh, you’ve been caught in that act Max. Not that I mind. “So where to now?” How should I know? I’ve only been here for two days.

“We can’t really go anywhere. What do you say we just go home?” He gives me a look of understanding, but I could still see the look of disappointment as he realizes it’s his fault. Well ya know buddy, if you would just let your parents know that you’re here we’d be able to go anywhere. Then it’s my turn to realize something. If Max were to tell his parents he’s back, I’d have to leave. There would be no use for me. No more Max. I don’t think I could stand that. I mean I just found him. I just won’t bring it up. Like I’ve said before I’ll take him any way I can get him. We drive home and settle ourselves on the couch. We start out on two separate ends of the couch but I need to be closer. It’s weird, we haven’t said anything yet. I just scoot closer to him until I am curled up on his lap. I could stay like this forever. It just feels so natural. I can’t help it when I nuzzle into his neck. He smells so good, and his strong arms around my body just make me feel like I really am at home. He starts running his hands through my hair and I am just so content. Then there is still that nagging part of my brain that is telling me that I shouldn’t be so selfish and have him tell his parents that he is home. He must have felt me tense up at the thought because he starts massaging my shoulders and asks me what is wrong. Should I be honest and tell him? What good is any relationship if it is based on lies? Absolutely nothing. It is worth zero, zip, nada. Because of that I don’t hesitate to tell him. I try pulling back enough to look at him as I tell him but he won’t have anything to do with it.

“Max, you..... well, you know you really should give your parents a call.” Now he gives me the room. I slide off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. I just can’t look at him. I’m afraid that if I do he’ll see that I really don’t want him to. See, I’m still that little school girl trying to do that right thing. The thing that is supposed to make you feel good. This makes me feel like shit.

“Liz, you know I’m not staying. What’s the use in giving them false hope?” Okay, so I really don’t have a reply to that. Not a valid one at least. Would it do if I told him some hope is better than none at all? Somehow I doubt that. I try and put myself in his parents’ position. It’s actually really hard. I don’t know them well enough. I assume that they would at least want to know that he is still alive. Console them a little.

“You could just tell them you are in good health.”

“I can’t do that. You have to understand, all they want is for me to come home. If they find out I am here or even was here they’d come home so fast it would make your head spin.” Taking this time to look at him I see him staring at my hands that are placed on his knees. Looking me in the eye he continues, “If they come back you’ll leave. You’ll leave and I’ll be stuck here. I’m old enough to leave but they’ll never leave me alone again. Mainly what I’m saying is at least let me have until they would originally come back. Let me have that time with you. Please?” He’s thought about this too? Is it wrong for me to be able to feel this way about him when his parents aren’t even a hundred percent sure he’s alive? I can’t help it. I crawl back onto the sofa and hug him. I’ve just now decided I’m never letting go. Never. Is it really possible that he can even feel an ounce of what I feel for him? But the way he is holding me right now is telling me that I am that lucky. That he does feel the same way. Could this be what some people live their whole lives trying to find? If so, what has made me so lucky as to be able to find it? I still feel guilty about the whole parents situation though. I hate it but I am hoping to strike a compromise in a vain attempt to ease my conscience. Still having yet to release my hold on this wonderful man sitting next to me, I speak up. “Max? What do you say we do everything like a normal couple? I’m not going to want to stay cooped up in this house for two weeks.”

“Normal? What’s so great about normal?”

“I want to be able to take a walk with you, go to the mall, the movies. Not to mention I wanted to hit the museums. As cheesy as they may be I still wanted to see what some people find to be o interesting about these alleged aliens. If you haven’t guessed it yet I basically just want to parade you around. Show everyone that you’re mine. And if someone happens to mention something to your parents then we’ll let nature take it’s course. I want to be with you but not sneaking around.” Okay, so he must understand. He’s not saying no.

“So what you are saying is that you want to treat me as if I’m a trophy?”

“Basically.” I can’t help laugh when he picks me up. I have my head buried in his shoulder so I can’t see where we are going. He adjusts me so that one arm is holding my legs. I look up just in time to see the pool. Oh no! He wouldn’t. The look on his face tells me otherwise. “Max? What the hell are you doing? You’re not going to....” I don’t have time to finish the sentence because he already has. The last thing I hear him say comes out in little excerpts do to his laughing fit. Good to know someone is going to enjoy this. “Liz, honey. Trophy this!”

When I come up for air I manage to sputter, “Max! You are so going to pay! This water is fucking cold!”

“Believe me I can tell.” Jerk. You are so going to pay.

posted on 27-Sep-2001 9:04:05 PM
Part Twelve

Max’s Point of View

I know that she is planning something to get me back. It’s in her eyes. The eyes that say way too much. Too much for her own good. That’s why I am being a smart little boy and staying away from the pool. As she climbs out of the pool I watch her tank top cling to her every curve. If I wasn’t drooling a minute ago, I sure as hell am now. Those slender arms open up to me and there’s this magnetic pull just urging me to ravish her. Perfection. Pure perfection. My mouth slowly descends upon hers and she moans my name as she arches her body closer to my own. Can you say goner? It’s now the most commonly underused word in my dictionary. The one that is being overtaken by the single name that is clouding my every thought. Liz. Liz. Liz. My beloved mantra. Okay Evans’ you’re freaking yourself out here. You are not an obsessive little boy wanting to be with Britney Spears every second of every day. Get a life! Just as I begin to deepen the kiss she breaks away.

“Liz?” I receive a crooked smile as I my look of confusion is finally perfected.

“Time to go.”

“Time to go where?” She has me confused. Where the hell is she going. Oh.... I get it. She’s going to walk away before we get into the make-out session. Is that my punishment? I admit, it’s cruel. But it’s hardly life altering. She can’t resist me forever. I hope. Okay. I don’t want to find out. I run after her into the house, I catch her as she is walking up the stairs. “Liz, babe. I’m sorry.” My apology is cut short by a small cough that is vaguely attempting to stifle a laugh. That’s it. No more apologizing from me.

“Max, you didn’t honestly believe that I was pissed about that. Were you?” Honestly, yeah.

“No.” Damn male pride. It gets in the way of everything. I continue to follow Liz to her bedroom. When we reach the door she promptly tells me to give her a minute. “Nuh-uh.” How do I know you’ll come back out?” That’s me sounding like a lost puppy dog. Pathetic I know. But hey, you’ve never seen this gorgeous woman before.


Did she just say it was fine? She must have, because as of right now she takes me by the hand and leads me into her bedroom. Oh. My. God. So sweet to me. Letting go of my hand she walks over to the little cd player sitting on her vanity and pushes play as a song comes on. And the song couldn’t have been any better. It provided the perfect reason for my hands to be all over her. She walks back over and puts her arms around my neck. My hands travel along her sides as it goes on. The way she’s grinding against me guarantees me that I’ll be hard.

“So hot, hot
It's the S the L the I the M
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you
Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you
Can't get enough of you
Always taken of you
So sweet, so very wet
So good, girl you make me sweat
Girl I'm talkin' 'bout
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, peaches and cream
I never thought that I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you
Love the way you're just flowin down
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Ooh I love the taste of you
Girl you know what I'm talking about
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough
Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See the boys 112 we from the A'
Shorty we don't play
And when it comes to eating peaches, shorty we don't play
So all the ladies in the house if your peach the shit
Put your hands in the air represent your clique
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Oh girl I need it
I gotta have it
It's always on my mind
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
I like it in my car
Or even in my bed
Or baby on the stairs
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream “

Now her hands are beneath my shirt running along my back. When the song ends she pulls away laughing.


“You’re wet.” I look down and sure enough the front of my shirt is soaked.

“If I’m not mistaken, you are too.” There’s that blush I love. The look on her face is priceless. Like she wasn’t expecting that. I mean please.

“You suck.” Now, she set herself up for this one. No matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to keep this comment to myself. I look her staight in the eye and say exactly what’s going through my mind. Girls want the whole honest relationship thing right? Well here goes nothing.

“When are you girls going to get it right? I don’t suck.”


“Honestly I don’t.” The look on her face clearly shows disbelief. “ I don’t suck. I lick.” Hooray! I think we’ve achieved a new status of red. Her face is worse than a tomato.

“Don’t be such a tease.” She doesn’t want me to tease? Okay. She puts on a playful pout, crosses her arms and turns around. I walk up to her and place my hands on her hips.

Bringing my lips to her neck I start speaking again. “No more teasing, Liz.” I let my lips glide over her skin as my right hand slowly slides down to the top of her pants. I push my finger just below the rim of her panties. Thong maybe? When I here her soft moan my incentive is heightened. She tilts her head back and initiates a kiss. Another of those mind blowing kisses that she does so well. My free hand roams upwards on her body and cups one of her breasts. As my fingers reaches her dark curls the kiss deepens and I begin to knead her breast. Right now there is only one coherent thought going through my mind, and it has to do with my favorite topic. Liz. Pleasing Liz. I press on her clit and she goes in a frenzy. She begins moaning my name and begins rocking against my hand. Her breath is coming out in short puffs against my neck.

“Ding-dong!!” Damn door. Don’t you know you have the worst timing?

Chapter Thirteen

Liz's Point of View

I'm about ready to kill whoever is at that door. This is unbelievably cruel. Maybe I should just let it keep ringing, because his fingers are working wonders. Even though I know he's heard the door, he still hasn't stopped. He hesitated for a second but then got right back to business. My hips are still rocking to his rhythm. Damn, why does this person have to be so persistent in ringing the doorbell. Asshole.

I let out a sigh, because I am going to do the responsible thing. Not the thing that this horny teenager's mind is saying to do. I turn my head to the side to face Max. Giving him a deep kiss I pull his hand out from under my shirt, as he reluctantly slides his hand out of my panties.

"I'll be back."

"And we'll pick up right where we left off."

"Promise?" Max let out small chuckle and nodded his head. Nice. Now I hope I'm just not as flushed as I feel. I think my temperature has risen a couple hundred degrees. I wait one more second before I rush down the stairs to answer the inconvenient door.

"Where's Maxwell?"

"Well hello to you too." I say as I look up to this obviously rude man. What's up with his hair? It looks like he just got out of bed and threw in some hair goop. What a pity, that blond hair really could have been turned into something good. And those brown eyes aren't even looking at me. They're focused on anything but me. "Hello, I'm down here you asshole."

"Where's Max?" He looks irritated. Poor baby. Finally he looks down and his gaze doesn't leave my body. What's the matter Parker? Isn't that what you wanted? For him to actually acknowledge your presence? But the way he's looking at me is kind of making me a little uncomfortable.

"Michael!" Max starts rushing past me as he recognizes this dork. They do a quick hug, and somehow still manage to make it look manly. The wonders of men. "Where's Maria?"

"Maria's right here." A teenage girl comes into view behind Michael. She quickly walks to Max and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Hey, hands off you little pixie.

Max eventually pulls away and comes to stand next to me. It's good to know he knows where he belongs. “Liz, this is Michael and his girl Maria. Guys, this is my girl, Liz.” He puts a little more emphasis on the word “my” as he puts his arm around my waist. Normally, I would have decked any guy who said I was his, but it sounds right coming from Max.

“Why don’t you all come in?” I move to the side along with Max to let his friends in.

“Thanks.” Maria says as she walks in and looks around the hallway. Michael turns around and motions for someone else to come in. My god, there’s more of them? How did they all fit in that little Jetta? Nevermind, there’s a jeep next to it. A tall blond is attached to the hip to a slightly taller man.

Max detaches his arm from around me as he walks out to meet the other two. They exchange hugs and make their way back inside. Not that I mind, but where are all these people staying? They came from New York, if I’m not mistaken. “Liz, this is Isabel and Alex.” Alex? The Alex? I can’t stop my laughter as it forces itself out of my mouth causing me to snort. Oh no. My snort causes everyone to crack up.

“Cute.” He’s Alex, right? Yeah. “Does she always do that?”

“Nah, something must have really been funny to her.” He then turns to me. “Care to share?”

“Thong.” Everyone looks confused. Max must understand now because he’s starting to laugh too.

“What is your girl talking about man?” Michael says as he carefully eyes the two of us as if we’re contagious.

“I told her about Alex’s strip tease for Iz.” Once again everyone starts laughing again.

“Come on, admit it. You know you wanna see my sexy body.” Alex starts rubbing his fingers over his nipples. Oh god. He is just too much.

“Alex, don’t go giving this poor girl nightmares.”

“The name’s Liz.” I mention as I realize they don’t know my name yet.

Max ushers everyone into the living room, but I stay behind to close the door. As I enter the room everyone is attempting to talk to Max at once. Just looking at him makes me remember just how wet I still am. In both ways. My clothes are still damp and my panties soaked. Both because of Max, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Max is sitting on the ground across from everyone else, he notices me standing there and motions for me to sit between his legs. I cross to do as asked as he occasionally adds a “Yes.” or a “Me too.” to the conversation. When I sit he moves my hair to the side and a plants a hot open mouth kiss on my neck.

“So, Max. Do you mind if we stay here until we can find a cheap hotel?” Don’t you dare say yes, don’t you dare say yes.

“Yeah it’s fine.” His hand drops onto my thigh and starts rubbing it. He then whispers in my ear, “You didn’t really think that I’d leave you like that did you?” God I hoped not. Wait, people could be watching. I look up and notice pretty all but our heads are blocked by the table. Thank you lord. He starts pressing between my legs, grinding the cloth of my jeans and panties onto my swollen clit. Damn you. He’s keeping up a convo with his buddies and I’m sitting here trying not to moan out loud. His other hand is drawing circles underneath my shirt on my stomach. I cough in an attempt to cover the moan that did manage to escape. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” I have everyone’s full attention and Max still isn’t letting up. I don’t know whether to fuck him or shoot him. Right now I’m going for option number one.

“Max, we’re gonna go get our stuff. Maria and I are spending the night too if that’s okay with you. My parents think I went to visit my brother again.” Michael, what a character.

“It’s fine.” My breath is starting to become more shallow as he cups my heat after putting his hands down my pants again. Everyone leaves and I let out a sigh. Finally.

“Max, hurry.” His rate quickens at my words and he plunges a finger inside of me. Oh shit. This feels so good. I lift my hips to match the thrusts of his fingers. I feel the beginning of my orgasm coming and I urge him to go faster.

“Max!” Who the hell is that?

posted on 27-Sep-2001 9:10:07 PM
Part Fourteen

Max’s Point of View

If I thought I was getting frustrated before, now I’m ready to burst. And Liz, I could only imagine what she must be feeling like now. She let’s out a frustrated sigh as I once again relinquish the pleasure I was so willingly giving her a second ago.

“Sorry.” I already know who that voice belonged to. Let me say, it is definitely one to suck the mood out of everything.

“It’s okay, just go answer the door.” I hear her mumbling some unintelligible words as I enter the hallway. Luckily, none of which are directed at me, but at the voice that interrupted out little session, and deservedly so.

“Tess, what are you doing here?” No time for the pleasantries.

“I followed Maria, Isabel, and Alex. I missed you.” She comes up and begins to put her arms around me. I have honestly never done anything to make her miss me. I mean, I only threw words of annoyance at her before. Why the hell should she miss me?

“Isn’t that cute Max, she missed you.” Liz, what a witty one you are. She looked pissed, and Tess looked betrayed. Oh well. You can’t win them all, right? I watch as Liz purposefully swings her hips as she struts over to my side.

Tess takes a step back from me and looks Liz straight in the eye. Oh this is highly amusing. “And you are?”

“I’m Liz, Max’s girlfriend.” Nice, she admits it. Yet when she turns to me she’s shooting daggers at me, and I’m suddenly glad that looks can’t kill. They may not be able to kill but guaranteed they could hurt someone like Tess. “Are you spending the night also?”

“I was hoping too.” I’m sure she was.

“Sure you can. Make yourself comfortable.” I have to go. The tension in this air is suffocating me. But I just couldn’t send her out onto the streets. Not when she helped me out when I went to New York. While I am retreating I hear Liz speak to Tess once more.

“Make yourself comfortable anywhere but near him.” My Liz. Then she runs to catch up to me. I feel her grab my hand and pull me up to her bedroom. “You promised that you‘d finish.” Oh god.

Once inside, she’s trying to take off my shirt in between mind-numbing kisses. But this isn’t about me. We don’t have enough time, much less privacy to make this about the both of us. Not with all these people staying here. As much as I love them all I wish they weren’t here. I put out my hand to stop her movements.

“This is for you, remember?” The grin is creeping on my face when I see her eyes get darker. “Where do you want it?” She takes a moment to contemplate this question and the look on her face is absolutely priceless as I lower her to the bed. Taking a minute just to look her over she starts squirming beneath me. “Max, please.” I don’t think I have heard her whine before. But the way she is saying my name I’m going crazy. Placing my hands on her slim waist I drag my hands upward bringing her shirt up above her head. I quickly discard the shirt and start making a trail of kisses from her navel up to just below her bra. The bra that may as well be non-existent for all it’s covering. Its nude colored lace matches her skin tone perfectly. She is truly perfection. “Max.” She’s been saying my name in that breathy tone a lot lately. There’s a knock at the door and I pull away. I can’t believe the luck.

“Open up.” Damn you Tess.

“You heard her Liz. Open up.” Her face burns a bright red, and she tells me that I’m not leaving her like this again. Looking around my eyes land on her closet door. She must know what I’m thinking because she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs surround my waist. I carry her over to the closet and we continue. She’s grinding herself on my erection and god it feels so good. I eagerly comply when she tries once again to remove my shirt. As soon as it’s off her mouth is on the base of my neck and now I wish I could take off these too restrictive pants. But I refuse to let our first time to be in her closet.

“Liz, babe. Hold up.” her lips are slowly making their way up my neck to gently nibble on my earlobe. Completely forgetting what I was going to say, I lower her feet to the floor and begin unbuttoning her jeans. She’s still trying to bring her hips closer to me as I slide them down her legs. I hear Tess opening the window to the balcony and I almost laugh at the fact that she can be so stupid. Don’t get me wrong, I really could laugh at it. That were if I could actually breathe. But that’s not happening anytime soon. Pushing her against the wall my hand comes in contact with her dark curls again. God, she’s so wet. She’s saying my name like it’s a mantra again and I’m loving every second. I push two fingers inside of her and she jumps up to wrap her lags around me, holding on for her dear life. I hear her breath coming in shorter pants and her hips are moving rapidly and the way she’s doing it is causing her to grind into me. I feel that tightening in my lower anatomy and she starts saying she’s going to come. Damn she can be vocal. Her incessant screams are causing me to plunge my fingers deeper. Her silken inner walls clamp down over my fingers as she hits her orgasm and surprisingly enough so do I. My mouth never stops kissing her neck and shoulders until her body ends it’s final tremor.

“Max.” My name comes out as a long sigh and her forehead comes to rest on my shoulder.

“Liz, hon. We gotta get back down there.”

“Ok.” She lifts her head to receive a deep kiss and starts pulling her pants back on. Searching in the dark I find my shirt and slide it back on.



“Where’s my shirt?” How the hell am I supposed to know. Oops.

“I left in your room.”

“Well, go get it.” See if I’m ever nice to you again. She should be happy all she has to worry about is getting her shirt on. I have to wander back downstairs to my room with a wet spot on the front of my pants.

“Why don’t you just change your whole outfit. You’re still wet from the pool.”

“Yeah, thanks to you.” Her tone is lighter now.

“I’m going to change my pants before everyone gets finished unloading their stuff.” I reach for the doorknob and try to turn it, but to no avail. Shit, I try twisting it again and shaking it but much to my dismay it doesn’t budge in the least bit.


“Don’t say it.”

“Babe, we’re stuck.”

Part Fifteen

Liz’s Point of View

“That’s funny Max. For a second there I thought you said that we were stuck.” He is kidding right?

“No. Why would I joke about that?”

“Maybe you wanted more alone time with me?” Please let that be it. Wait, Tess. She is the reason we are in here. Maybe she’s still there. Quickly I grab a shirt that’s hanging up and start banging on the door.

“Help!! Will someone please let me out!!”

“Liz. Liz! Do you really think that Tess would’ve stayed in your room to listen to you and I getting off? I don’t think so.” Now that he mentions it. I hate it when guys make sense. It sucks. Giving up I lean back against the wall and slide down to the ground. Have I mentioned how hot it is in this closet. Max follows suit as he sits next to me.

“They’ll come looking for us right? Not that I don’t want to spend my time with only you, but we do have the Amber situation to deal with.” Well, we do. And I hardly doubt any of his friends will do anything to pick her up. Hasn’t this hick town ever heard of buses? Guess not.

I can feel the air move as Max nods his head. I can’t see him. There’s absolutely no light in this dumb ass closet. “By the way, I don’t care how much you trust your friends I’m not letting Amber stay here at night when they are. I’m sorry, but I’m responsible for her. Does she have any friends that she could possibly spend the night at?”

“She used to be close to Caryn, but it’s been a while since I’ve lived here, remember?” Yeah, I remember I’m not stupid you know.

“Well, whenever we get out of here we can work that out.” But, to be quite honest I don’t really want to get out anymore. I can make out the outline of his body and it’s turning me on again. “Max?” Is there a reason he’s not answering me? Slightly nudging Max, I determine that he’s asleep. Great, he gets me all hot again and he falls asleep. Just peachy. Oh well. Leaning my head down I rest it on his chest. As I listen to his even breathing I think about how bad I feel for Amber, and how we can’t get to pick her up. But, you want the truth? That’s the last thing on my mind as I actually fall asleep. Nope, my last thought is all about Max and that wet spot decorating the front of his pants. Yeah, the happy thoughts.

“Yo, Max!” Who the hell is that? Michael. Why won’t he go away?

“Can’t you see that we’re sleeping?” Thank you Max.

“No, but I do see that your lady is very adamant about getting in your pants.” Ooh, does he feel good because he actually has a bigger vocabulary than a three year old? Wait, getting in his pants? The light that is shining around Michael’s form let’s me see just what he’s talking about. Somehow my hand found it’s way inside of Max’s pants. I even undid the zipper. Damn, my dream was pretty good. Liz! That’s not the point. Oh yeah.

“What time is it?” I decided to just change the subject. It would probably be better in the long run. Ya know?

“Don’t worry about it, I already picked the little one up.” I can’t really picture Michael being the kind of guy to remember something like that. As I get up and out of the closet Max stands behind me positioning me just right to block himself.

“What do you mean you remembered to pick Amber up? Are you spacing out? It was I that physically dragged my ass to that school of prepubescent clones.” Maria, she actually seems pretty neat. Did I just say neat? Ugh.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, Space cadet why don’t we leave these two alone so they can actually see Amber without scarring her for life. By the way, Tess is very heartbroken, shame on you. Nah, be happy maybe she’ll back out and go back home.” With that Michael and Maria were out the door.

Searching the room for my shirt I hear Max making noises like he was disgusted. “What’s the matter?”

“My boxers are sticking to me.” Haha. Sucks to be him. “Well, if you get your clothes we could take a shower.” Hint. Hint.

“You can take yours first.” Grrr. Genius.

“No, I mean WE, hint hint, could take a shower.” I even included the full blown wink. I can actually see the realization hit him.

“Oh! Just give me a sec.” I hear him taking the steps two at a time while he’s finishing his sentence. Talk about being thick headed.

“Liz?” It’s Maria.

“Yeah?” Making herself right at home on my bed she starts talking about anything and everything. That includes asking me questions about my intentions towards Max. I couldn’t help but laugh at that one. I’ve only spoken to her for a matter of two minutes but I know she’s serious.

“My intentions?” As of right now? My intentions are to get him in that shower and jump his bones. “I’m not sure. I mean I really don’t know him too well. We just met yesterday.”

“You just met yesterday? Are you crazy? And you’re already doing this? This, this.... this sexual relations thing?” Well, when you say it like that.

An out of breath Max is already bursting through my door. “Damn Michael, stopping to ask me questions.” He goes on to mumble a few more choice words until he notices Maria. “Maria? What are you doing in here?” He’s sending me this look like he thought I was trying to convince her to join us. It a look saying he thinks it would be kinky and that he’s also find it disgusting at the same time. Guys.

“Nothing, just becoming more acquainted with this one here. I’ll be leaving now.”

When Maria once again closes my door, Max turns back to me. “What was that all about?”

“Just random thought and questions. She brought about a very good point though.”

“This can’t be good. Maria? Good point? What has she done now?”

“Well she got me to thinking. We’ve only known each other for a day. 24 hours. And we are already doing this.” I gesture to his pants.

“Oh, damn you Maria. Look Liz. I like you, a lot. I understand that we are moving really fast. Believe me I know. I’m not complaining. But, if you want to take it slower that’s fine by me.” He reaches for my hand and places a kiss on my palm. “ I just want to keep seeing you.” Yes that is my heart you hear beating so rapidly. He’s being really sweet. This is what I need after my last few asshole boyfriends. I need a man that will actually tell me that I can call the shots.

“Well, let’s just play it by ear.” His hand reaches out to play with my hair and brings my his head down to me for a tender kiss.

“Is that ok?”

“Definitely. Now about that shower....”

“Why don’t you go take yours first?”

“Alright, although I will say that I think you need one more than I do.”

“Well that’s all your fault.”

“Hold on a second, is that? Could it be? Is Max blushing?” He looks cute when his ears turn a red at the tip.

“It’s all for you.”

“That’s a good thing.” I can’t hold back this smile that’s etching itself on my face. I can’t and I don’t think I want to. It feels good to smile like this again. And it’s all because of Max. He’s made me go crazy. Literally. You don’t believe me? Just ask me what song I have stuck in my head now that I’m in the shower? Come on, just ask me. I’ll give you a hint. It’s country. See? Send me to the looney bin. While I’m washing my hair I start singing again. Just like yesterday.

“Every kiss before this
Was nothing by a waste of breath
And every I love you was just a whoop-de-doo
Never knew what I missed before this

Da, doo, doo, doo

And every love song before you came along
Was always about someone else
Every star was just a wish too far
Always the realist, before this

And the way things go, you never know
Where love will lead you to
And everything we've ever dreamed
Lies before me and you

People say it's not everyday
That you find the perfect fit
But when I feel for you, I found the other shoe
Cupid was a myth, before this

And the way things go, you never know
Where love will lead you to
And everything we've ever dreamed
Lies before me and you

Da, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Da, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Da, doo, doo, doo, doo

And the way things go, you never know
Where love will lead you to
And everything we've ever dreamed
Lies before me and you

And the way things go, you never know
Where love will lead you to
And everything we've ever dreamed
Lies before me and you

Yeah, before me
Me and you”

Told you I was going crazy.

Part Sixteen

Max’s Point of View

I can hear Liz singing some cornball country song in her bathroom as I just sit on her bed. What else is there for me to do? I can’t snoop through her stuff anymore. Glancing at the clock on her dresser I realize she’s been in there for at least twenty minutes. That’s another thing I’ve never understood, how can people stay so long in a shower. There isn’t that much to wash. The only other thing the shower is good for is.... oh god. Evans, don’t think it. Don’t do it man. What if she’s .... nah. She knows I could have helped her with that. But, stop!!! No! She is not!

Maria is so going to pay for her little stunt today. I can't believe she actually had the nerve to put her nose where it doesn't belong, yet again. She ruined my shower!!! I honestly thought she was my friend. That and she promised to leave my personal life just that. MY personal life. I should've known though, after all it is Maria. I'm supposed to let bygones be bygones right? Maybe next year. Just hearing that water running is driving me crazy. I can hear when she moves out from under the direct spray of the downpour of water coming from the showerhead. Have I mentioned that it's one of those "massaging" showerheads? I didn't think so. I can only imagine what it would be like to be that water. God damn it.

“Maria!” I need to have a little talk with her. I just can't let it go. I hear foot steps approaching the room and in pops Maria's head.

“Yes, Master?”

“Damn right I'm your master." Damn right I'm your master. Speak first think later. I'm practicing being Maria. Nah, never mind. I can't be that brain dead. “I thought we agreed that you'd focus all that blond energy of yours on your relationship with Michael. We both know how much focus that has got to take. That and in return for my not telling your mother about your drunken sexcapades with my dear friend Michael, you wouldn't try and talk sense into any of my girlfriends or potential ones at that. Did we not agree on such?"

"Max, Liz has a good head on her shoulders, but we all know just how persuasive you can be."

Is she trying to tell me something? Because I am just not getting it. She sounds like she is trying to justify her wrong doings. "Maria, I may love you to an extent, because you are a friend, but I would still tell Amy. I think we both know I'm not joking."


"No. No, Maria. Do we agree?"

"Yeah." She thinks I don't know she's crossing her fingers behind her back. Can't say I didn't warn her. It's not like I am going to force Liz to do anything. I wouldn't do it to anybody. Liz knows I wouldn't, so why is it that a friend of thirteen years can't grasp that concept? We hear the water turn off, and Maria says she was just doing it to be a pain in the ass and that she’s sorry. I tell her to get laid and then come back to me. I can almost hear her jaw drop as it hits the floor on the way out of Liz’s room. Liz still isn’t out of the bathroom and my mind goes back to wondering about what she was doing in the shower.

“Max? Are you ok?”

“Huh?” Looking up I notice Liz is out of the shower.

“I asked if you’re okay. You look like your being tortured. Is my singing really that bad?” She comes and sits next to me. Have I mentioned she is still in a towel? Well, she is. One that I am praying will fall when she stands. What I wouldn’t give for a repeat of yesterday.

“Yeah, ummm...... You know what? I’m going to go take my shower.”

“My singing is that bad?”

What the hell is she talking about? “No, I never said that.” I never said that, did I?

“You, oh never mind Max. Go take that long awaited shower. I’ve still yet to talk to you about something later.”

I don’t even bother replying, my mind is running rampant with ideas of things I could do to after removing that one barrier of cloth off of her body. That one thin piece of cloth. Very thin. Get a move on it Evans. I take my shower in a haze. I still can’t seem to focus on one thought. I know that can’t be good.

Deciding to take Liz’s approach on clearing her mind I start singing a tune that has been stuck in my head since the car ride with Liz the first day. I have no idea why I remembered it, it has no significance to me, that I know of. Maybe I am becoming as spacey as Maria and Michael. That is a really scary thought. Must. Think.

“You breathe... I breathe you in
I like a lot where you been
I make... you break the rules
You got e-rot-tickle cool
Give a little bit get a little bit take it for a ride yeah
When you push love so far away
It's eats you up inside

There's a girl living under my skin
There's this girl and she's wearing me thin
And I think she's the reason
That it's open broken hearted season

I know you know you are
You are the ooh in la la
Blow a little kiss know a little bliss get a little high... yeah yeah
And I can't get you outta me 'cause you're too deep inside

There's a girl living under my skin
There's this girl and she's wearing me thin
And I think she's the reason
That's it's open broken hearted season

You could spend your whole lifetime
(Under my skin)
You could be never more mine
(Under my skin)

There's a girl... there's a girl
There's a girl... there's a girl

Get a little bit give a little bit get a little high... yeah
When you push love so far away
It eats you up inside

There's a girl living under my skin
There's this girl and she's wearing me thin
And I think she's the reason
That it's open broken hearted season

There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya ya
There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya ya
And I think she's the reason
That it's open broken hearted season

There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya ya
There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya ya
There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya ya
There's a girl there's a girl... ya ya ya
There's a girl there's a girl”

I have officially gone off the deep end. I haven’t even finished the song before I’m putting on a clean pair of pants and walking out to have that “talk” with Liz. God only knows what’s left to talk about. She already took away my nookie thanks to Maria.

I open the door and see Liz facing the other way saying her hips to the music on the radio. She must have heard me singing because that is the exact song I was singing. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or insanely happy. I reach my arms out to put my hands on her hips and move in time with her, but as soon as they touch her she jumps. Shit. Did I just cross a line? Thank you Maria.

“Max! You scared me.” Her face flushes a slight red and gives me quick kiss. Her arms go around my waist and she rests her head on my chest. “Your heart is beating like you were the one that was scared.”

“That’s what you do to me Liz.”

“I scare you?” She made a poor attempt at being serious, but me being the nice guy that I am, I humor her.

“N-no, that’s not what I meant.”

“Max, it’s ok. I know what you meant.” She raises on her toes and gives me another kiss. See, if you don’t point out the obvious you’ll get much farther. Like now. Perfect example.

“Just as long as you know.”

“Now,” she moves away and sits on her bed. “We have to talk about where everyone sleeps.”

“Easy, you’re with me.” Simple as that.

“If need be.” What the hell was I thinking? Yes, I was using heavy sarcasm. “Why don’t we go discuss this with everyone else. They came to see you, and you haven’t been with them at all.”

“Sure.” We make our way downstairs and the way she’s walking is driving my crazy. She’s swinging her hips from side to side and I just can’t help myself. I pinch her ass. A little yelp escapes those sexy lips of hers and I just grin and sit in the same spot as before, pulling Liz down with me. We are in the same exact position before, the only difference being is that my hands are not. They are behaving themselves as my arms encircle her waist keeping her close. She obviously doesn’t mind because she leans completely into me.

“Nice of you two to join us.” Michael is smirking. I wonder if he knows, what his girl did. I wonder if he was behind it. Traitor.

“We needed to talk about something.” Liz, is completely watering everything down, but I really don’t want to get into that right now.

“Well, from what I could hear it was a one sided conversation on Liz’s part.” Tess, she always had a way with words. I can practically feel the heat radiating from Liz’s face as I rest my chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to ignore her.” I whisper in her ear. Then in a louder voice for everyone to hear, “We came down to talk about sleeping arrangements.”

Michael calls my parents bedroom. “No, nobody gets that room. It’s just wrong. You can have my room.” He then gets up and starts taking his stuff to my room. When Maria starts to do the same I speak up. “I don’t think so. We’re locking you in the attic.” Maria and I engage in a staring contest. I would’ve won if Liz hadn’t elbowed me in the stomach. She’s off.

“Well, where do Isabel and I sleep then?” I look to Alex and tell him he can have my parents room. “I thought you just said nobody gets that room.”

“I don’t trust Maria and Michael not to tear apart the room if they have sex. Just thinking about it is disgusting.”

“Are you saying I’m not getting any?” Isabel turns red and just keeps quiet.

“No, I just trust you guys to keep it somewhat quiet and in check. remember Amber, Liz and I are right across the hallway.”

“Nice, king size bed here we come.” Alex picks Isabel up and he runs them up the stairs. Eeewww. They all better know they are washing their own sheets.

“What about me?” I had forgotten about Tess. What a pity. If you can’t tell I feel so bad about it.

I mumble that we’re sticking her in the dog house. I wait to get elbowed again but Liz just laughs and tells me no can do because there isn’t one. Note to self, get a dog.

“Tess, you can have Amber’s room.” What the hell is she talking about? “Max, Amber is not staying here when all of them are. I know they are your friends and all but, well, I’m responsible for her. If anything goes wrong it’s all on my ass.” I concede because she makes sense.

“Alright.” I have to admit I’ll miss her though. I’ve only been here for a day and already she’s not going to be here. I have to skip a tradition.

posted on 28-Sep-2001 10:43:49 AM
Chapter Seventeen

Liz's Point of View

I feel bad for telling Max that I won't let him have his sister here while his friends are. I know that he'd willingly say nevermind, and let his friends somewhere else in order to keep his sister here. I can tell just by looking at him that he looks like he might do it. He would, if the group had somewhere else to go.

"Thank you." Now see, I have to be completely honest. I had an ulterior motive for letting Tess take Amber's room. Obviously she still hasn't gotten the hint that Max is mine, because as we have been talking she's been staring at him like she's going to eat him. It scares me. It reminds me of a gerbil starved for days. So, maybe she'll get the hint and leave him alone if she hears some noise tonight. She's bound to hear something. Walls can only be so thick.

"No problem. Max?" He looks like he's off in outer space. "Max?"

"Huh?" He tightens his grip around my waist as he gives me his attention.

"Do you want to talk to your sister about tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll go do it now." He gets up and walks to Amber's room. I find myself looking at Tess. She still doesn't get the idea. All that bleach must be leaking into her empty void where her brain is supposed to be.

"I'm going to get settled in." I'm sure you are Tess. She must have forgotten that Amber is still here. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming that. Otherwise it is just pathetic that she finds the need to accidentally walk in the same room that is still being occupied by a ten year old, a room that just happens to contain Max in it at the moment. She heads into the hallway to pick up her bags and trudges up the stairs. I guess I could give her a hand.


I fall back on the floor and just totally blank out my mind. I need some down time. Not to mention I need to take my mind off of Max. It isn't healthy to jump into a relationship like this. I should still be in the awkward stage with Max. But, well, from our actions earlier that clearly isn't going on. Although Maria did make a point, I sort of want to ignore it.

"Who the hell are you!" You know, I really like having Amber around. I hear Tess reply and then she storms down the stairs. She obviously doesn't see me still on the ground otherwise she wouldn't be saying all this stuff about Amber. Especially not when I can relay the information.

"Damn brat....... She doesn't know who she's dealing with....... Hell... Wannabe bitch...... Liz must have influenced her." Excuse me? I did not just hear that.

I don't have time to say anything to Tess because Amber is flying down the stairs and running in the living room to find me. I sit up as she starts pleading with me not to make her go away for the night. I hear Tess gasp as she realizes that I must have heard everything she said.

"Amber, slow down. Did you even give Max a chance to explain the situation.

"Yeah. But-"

"Look I'm sorry, but I just don't want anything to happen. You know?" I speak up louder as I say this next part now that I know Max is in the room. Oh, and there's Tess moving closer as we speak. "I just don't want to make any other influences on you either." Amber and Max look confused and Tess quietly retreats back upstairs. Yeah, I thought so bitch.

Max comes over to me extending a helping hand up. I take it and Amber and I go to her room, surprised to find that Tess wasn't there. I call her friend Domenica. I tell Domenica's parents that I haven't been feeling well and I really don't want to get Amber sick for school. They completely agree.

When Max and I take Amber over I walk her to the door and am met by the mother who hands me some soup. I politely thank her and tell her that I hope it isn't a problem.

"No, dear it's okay. You can't help this stuff. Just have some of this soup and get plenty of rest. She can stay here as long as you need."

"Thank you. But I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be too long."

"Just remember to take care of yourself." I say goodbye to Amber and tell her to call later so that she can speak to Max. She refused to say goodbye to him. I feel really bad about this. I honestly do.

Max and I didn't speak for the ride home. Let me tell you it sucked. I actually wanted him to argue with me about anything. Instead of the silence that engulfed us. I could tell he was hurt that Amber didn't say goodbye. That sort of pissed me off. I explained to her that it was my fault but she wouldn't believe me.

Before we got out of the car I decided to talk to Max. "Max? Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Even his voice was miserable. Damn it. That attempt of conversation was blown out the exhaust pipe.

Almost in sync our heads turn towards the house as we hear music rift out. "Shit."

We both run into the house to find Michael and Maria singing a song to each other along with the stereo. Max automatically smiled at the sight. Alex and Isabel are off to the side clapping to the beat and swaying to the music and The other couple are acting out some sort of pathetic excuse for a music video as they play hard to get while singing.

"Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung
With you're tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie, cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there is nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill
Time is passing and I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep, can't hold still
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal
I can feel it, too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up when these times get rough
I was lost, now I'm found since you've been around
You're the woman that I want so I'm puttin' it down, puttin' it down
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
I don't deserve you
Unless it's some sort of hidden message, to show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true, to tell you the truth I never really new
T'il I met you I was lost and confused, twisted and used up
New a better life existed but I thought that I missed it
I was living like a wild child, trapped on a short leash paroled
The police files, and yo what's happenin' now?
I see the sun breaking, shining through dark clouds
And a vision of you, standing out in the crowds
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Hey, sugar mama come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
So whatever tickles your fancy, girl it's me and you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy... almost evil, Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead
You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see it doesn't get better than this
So, butterfly here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss, and a thank you miss"

We all cheered for them as loud as we could get and they did a little bow. "Thank you. Now who's turn is it?" Michaels eyes go right over Alex and Isabel to fall on me. "Liz! Why don't you and Max come up?" the look on his face is telling me that I really don't have a choice. Vigorously shaking my head "no" I hear Alex volunteer to go next. I let out a sigh of relief as Isabel is the one being dragged up front instead of me.

"That is of course only if you admit you want my body Liz." Oi Alex. You really of something.

"Hell yeah. I want you more than anything." Hey, I'll say anything to get out of it.

"We may begin now. Izzy? Come on. I'll even let you pick the song."

"I'd rather not Alex. Just pick something so we can get this over with." The look on her face makes me feel sorry for her.

"May I suggest a song?" They give me a look and finally a look of ease covers Isabel's face at my choice. I chose a slow song for them, mainly because I really wanted to dance with Max. As the song comes on Alex sits Isabel in a chair and starts kneeling down to sing to her. Think over dramatic opera movements.

"So, you want Alex?" Max asks me, a teasing glint in his eye. His arms pull me to him and we fall in step. I can't believe how right this feels, I never want to leave his arms again.

"Yeah well, I'm just not getting what I need from this body of yours."

He pulls me closer and I can feel his muscles beneath his shirt, "Bullshit."

"Meet me in outer space
We could spend the night
Watch the earth come up
I've grown tired of that place
Won't you come with me?
We could start again
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew
Meet me in outer space
I will hold you close if you're afraid of heights
I need you to see this place
It may be the only way
That I can show you how it feels to be inside you
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew
You are stellar"

My mind doesn't comprehend that the song is over until Alex and Michael are dragging Max and I to the front.

"Enough of the goo-goo eyes you two. Sing."

I turn to Alex claiming that he was a traitor.

"I never said I wouldn't make you still go, I merely offered to go before you." Okay, fine. How hard can this be? With any luck we'll get a sweet song like Alex's.

"Let's get this going." I here Max snicker at the sound of my voice.

The first few beats come over the speakers and I already know what song it is. And the red on Max's face let's me know that he does also. We are in trouble.

*Author's Note* The first song is "Butterfly" by Crazytown and the second is "Stellar" by Incubus

Chapter Eighteen

Max's Point of View

This song has to be Michael's doing. I don't know whether to kick his ass or buy him a Ferrari. See, at first I wanted to kick his ass because Liz looked mortified when she figured out what song it was, then when she began to get used to the song and now she's all into it.

"Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
You want to get freaky again, aright
Oh, oh, oh, oh"

See that right there was supposed to be my part, but I got distracted by little miss frisky over here who just pushed me into the chair and told me that we should make it a good show for everyone. She does realize that this is going to kill me right? She whispers for me not to move a muscle and that she'll be right back. What the hell? Does she think she's going somewhere? Now I notice that she's singing her part as she's looking at the guys, Michael and Alex. Maria looks thoroughly amused, and Isabel looks like she's embarrassed enough for Liz.

"I've been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my man from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning
Puerto Rican papi, he used to be Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue"

She comes back to me and straddles me, Maria so better be willing to pay if I have to go through this and not get any tonight. Maybe I'll separate Michael and Maria tonight. My mind is brought back to Liz as she pinches me telling me that I'm missing my part. Well, excuse me. You don't have some gorgeous lady sitting on your lap. Although , I would like to see that. She pinches me again almost as if she knows what I'm thinking and I get back to my part.

"How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)"

Okay, question! Where the hell did they find this cd. I know I never bought it before I left and I didn't think they brought any with them. I'll have to question Liz.

"This verse goes out to my fans in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X-L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green?
Get your Vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs"

I'm dead! I'm a goner. I lost when she told me to imagine my tongue inside her thighs. Now see, the line alone didn't do it. It was more that she was gyrating her hips into me while saying it close enough to my ear that I felt her tongue snake out when she licked her lips. As she moaned according to the song so did I. Hey! I couldn't help it. I hear cat calls from our "audience" and I start getting more active. My hands are starting to roam her back and She continues.

"Baby open up cell block eight
Alright that's enough

Stop, look and listen
Get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
They do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Essays, bloods, Cribs, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know"

I could never picture Liz being dominant but when I went to stand up she pushed me right back down and put her knee right between my legs gently brushing it over my member that is rapidly growing hard. I barely choke out my chorus.

"How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)"

I don't even let her finish her verse before I stand up and have her legs wrap around my waist to carry her to the room we will be sharing.

"If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 AM I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some men even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste ones got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial"

Once I slam her door the song downstairs changes and the other's voices drift in, but I block that out and listen to Liz's moans with every lick and nibble that is taking place on her neck. "Liz, do you know what you do to me?" She tightens her grip around my waist and pulls me down to her heat.

"If this is any indication, then yes." She's still moving her hips against my erection and she has got to know what she does to me. It is very evident. "Max." Her breathless tone is driving me crazy. I lightly graze my teeth over the flesh that is exposed right above her v-cut shirt. Have I mentioned this red little number dips right between her breast? Sweet! "Max?"


"I don't want a repeat of earlier." Oh shit. This blows. Maria is in the attic. Or maybe I'll squeeze her in the dog house with Tess. Wait, no dog. Dammit. I begin to raise myself off of her and she pulls me right back down, flipping us over in the process. "I mean, that I actually want you out of your pants." Is she serious? "I don't mean that I want to go all the way, yet." Yet? Oh god. She quickly removes my shirt and places light kisses all over my chest then swirls her tongue around my nipples. Her hands work on the button of my jeans and after little fumbling she is finally able to pull them down along with my boxers after she took off my shoes. Just how far is she planning on going?


"Huh?" My voice was a little higher than I would have liked.

"Can I?"

I can feel her breath on my member and I keep my eyes closed as I tell her I'm at her mercy. She doesn't do or say anything for a moment so I look down just in time to see her extend her tongue out to trace a circle on the head of my cock, just before her mouth completely surrounds me. I let out another moan and that only serves as a catalyst for Liz. The suction her hot little mouth is creating a rhythm guaranteed to drive anyone over the edge quickly.

"Liz, babe. If you don't stop now I'm gonna-" She lets her teeth barely touch my dick t the same time that she starts massaging my balls, before I get a chance to warn her I explode thus causing a moan to escape her. "do that." I finish. She licks a path up to my navel and dips her tongue in before she continues her journey to my neck. She takes my earlobe in her mouth before asking if it was okay. Okay? Is she kidding me? She has to be.

"Liz, that was...... well, that was incredible." The smile that takes over her features is incredible itself. I can't help but capture her mouth for a breathtaking kiss before lifting up her shirt. I can taste myself in her mouth, but anything tastes great mixed with this brown-haired beauty on top of me. Bringing my hands down to cup her tight ass I bring her forward so that she is now straddling my chest. I can feel her heat radiating through her pants. I can remedy that. Raising my mouth to one of her nipples I gently hold the other. Suckling on one while massaging the other. She must like it because she starts grinding into me while placing a hand behind my head firmly holding me in place. She tastes so sweet. She tastes like, vanilla. I remove my mouth only to blow on the hardened peak and begin my ministrations on the other, bringing forth another set of cries and moans.

I can't take it anymore. I swiftly move her beneath me and make my way down to her pants, letting my tounge slide beneath the waistband of her pants. I quickly and efficiently remove her shoes, socks and pants. "So Liz," I alternate between licks and wet open mouth kisses making my way up her thighs. When I make it to the juncture I can smell her arousal and see the wetness in her panties. "Liz, tell me, how many licks does it take till the center of the-" I stop talking when I place my mouth over her heat and lick her panties.

"Max!" It's always good to hear your name being called out in the throes of passion. At least as long as it's Liz.

The phone rings and Liz turns to me. She looks pissed as all hell. Can't say that I blame her. I grab the phone next to the bed and throw it at her. Don't worry Liz. I'm not done yet.

"Hello?" Her tone is clearly aggravated. I crook two fingers around the band of her panties and tug them off. Her annoyed tone turns to surprise as she continues. "Amber? Oh, you called for Max?" I shake my head no. So she tells Amber I'm currently in the bathroom. Hey Liz, I can be anywhere you like. And right now all my senses are telling me you want me in one certain place. I lick all around her nub carefully avoiding it much to her dismay.

"What am I doing? Oh, I'm just laying down. I'm exhausted. Probably tomorrow. As far as I know. Are you sure?" the word "sure" is drawn out as I finally lick her slit from top to bottom. Swirling my tongue and playfully nibbling on her bundle of nerves she lets out a moan. "What was what? Oh, that. I uh, I cracked my back. Yeah." Let's see what happens when I do this.... gently biting her nub one last time I insert my tongue all the way inside her. Her eyes pop open and her back arches, pushing her breasts more fully into my palms. Yup, I like that reaction. I lick around her inner walls and I must have found a good spot because she completely drops the phone and brings a hand up to her mouth attempting to cover a rather loud moan. She can be very vocal.

"Liz? Max? What's going on?"I see Liz grab the phone quickly recovering.

"Amber, yeah. I know. It has? 5 minutes. Yeah, he's out. Hold on a sec." I almost laugh at the look on Liz's face as I stop and begin talking to my sister. I'm not really paying attention to what she's saying because at this moment I'm also slipping a couple fingers in and out of Liz's slick heat while she's biting my shoulder trying not to cry out. I know this isn't the way to keep my sister talking to me, but hey. I'm a teenage guy. What more could you expect?

"Max, I'm sorry." I heard that.

"Amber, it's alright. I completely understand. Sorry, to do this to you but I really gotta go." She mumbles something that I can't understand and says goodbye. I hang up the phone moments before Liz reaches her climax and cries out. I have never heard anything sweeter. She rides my hand faster as her walls clamp down on my fingers, coating them in her juices. As soon as she's calmed down I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth.

"Max.... don't get me started up again." Somehow her voice isn't too convincing. I look at her clock and notice it's about 7:30.

"What do you say we go talk about dinner?" She agrees, we get dressed, and we start on our way down the hall. That is until Amber's door swings open.

"Max?" Not her again. I look over and let out a gasp. There's Tess standingin her leopard print pajamas and green gook all over her face.


"Nevermind." That girl is so confusing. I continue walking and I hear Liz start speaking to Tess.

"Just to caution you Tess, the sounds you may hear during your stay here, don't let them worry you. They are completely normal." That's my girl.

*Author's Note* The lyrics used are "How Many Licks" By Lil' Kim and Sisqo

Chapter Nineteen

Liz’s Point of View

We make our way into the living room where Isabel, Alex, Maria, and Michael are slow dancing to O-Town’s “All or Nothing”, for some reason it looks like Michael doesn’t want to be here. He’s mumbling words that I can barely make out. Something about fake teens and wannabes. Maria is merely smiling contentedly. She must have acquired the skill to tune her boyfriend out. Now, if only all women were capable of that neat little trick, life would be so much more peaceful. Less divorces.

Looking over at the other couple I notice that they are just staring at each other. Both of Isabel’s arms are around his neck, her head on his shoulder looking up at him. One of Alex’s hands is gently playing with her hair and the other is around her waist. They’re it for each other. It is just so blatantly obvious.

Max puts his hands around my waist and pulls me close to him. I lean into his chest and wait patiently for the song to end. I can feel Max’s breath blowing against my neck as he rests his head on my shoulder. As of right now I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.

Slowly everyone stops dancing as the music dwindles down. A fast song comes on and Michael walks over to turn off the stereo system.

“Thanks Michael. Now, dinner. What do you guys want?” Max says and he looks around the room waiting for someone to suggest something. Once Alex begins to open his mouth Max tells him no pizza. We agree on seafood and everyone tells me their orders after we’ve all looked at the menu Diane keeps in the drawer in the kitchen. I hadn’t known there was a place that delivered seafood, until Max’s eyes lit up when he remembered. To be completely honest, I hate most seafood. Just the idea of sticking a fish in your mouth grosses me out. But, the look he had on his face, well, I just couldn’t be responsible for making it go away.

I call and place the orders of crab rangoon, shrimp, some other stuff I’m not even going to mention. They do realize those fish were alive at one point don’t they? Ick. I get breaded clam strips. They seem like the lesser of all those evils. Maybe not evil, but you catch my drift.

Michael and Max stay in the living room, while Maria and I set up the dining room table. There are just enough chairs. Wait, that shouldn’t be right. “Maria?”

“Yeah chica?”

“Did we even bother to ask Tess if she wanted anything?”

“She doesn’t eat any dinner.” She slides her hands along the curve of her torso, “She’s got to keep that slim figure.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead.” The straight face she’s keeping tells me that she’s not lying. That Tess, is sick in the head. I think I would starve to death if I didn’t eat dinner. What can I say? I like to eat. “Me too.”

“You too?” What the hell is she talking about?

“You said you like to eat.”

“I didn’t say that out loud.”

“We’d beg to differ.” I turn around to face Max and Michael holding back a laugh or two at my expense. Ah, to be the butt of the joke.

“Don’t gang up on me now.” I give a pointed look at Max, silently telling him that I might take up Maria’s suggestion again. I really should have stuck to it the first time. I mean, this is a good thing. But, will this thing I have with Max last? I may fool around with him, but there is no way in hell that I am going to lose my virginity that will only stick around until his parents come home. No matter how much I like him. That’s right Parker. But when he looked at me during that song, well, you know the rest. I couldn’t say no. I wanted him so much then. I have no will power. None. Zip. Zilch. ZERO.

We both crack up laughing and Max walks back out of the room. Where the hell is he going?

“Liz, you really are something you know that?” I am? I mean, I am. Why am I something?

“You have Max whipped.” Michael is laughing so hard that he is almost literally falling to his knees. What exactly did Max say to him when they were alone?

“Michael honey, you really shouldn’t be laughing. I’ve got you on my brand new diamond studded leash.” She sends him a fake smile and he retreats. “He never learns.” The more I hang around Maria, the more I like her. She seems like one of those friends that will call you on your bullshit. That’s refreshing. My friends back home were the type that would agree if you told them that the outfit they were wearing made them look like Darth Vader. Or at least they were like that with me. Guys were the same. Ugh. People.

The food was delivered and we all sat down at the table passing around the food to the people who ordered it. Max and I were separated though. Which kind of sucked, kind of not. He eats with his left hand. We would be bumping arms constantly. Unless we switched sides. But, oh well! He seemed pissed though. It’s kind of nice to have a boyfriend that wants to be around me so much. Once again, kind of not. Because I still don’t know what’s going to happen once his parents come back or once they hear that he’s home. Unfortunately I’m afraid that I won’t see him again after that. Could he leave his family again? Would I want him to? Would I be able to leave mine if need be? No. No matter how much I’d want to be with him, and no matter how much they thoroughly piss me off I could never leave my family. I don’t have the heart to do it. I don’t know how he could. I hate to do it, but I’m going to have to talk to him about this. See where we are going with this.

After everyone clears their plates Isabel and Alex do the dishes because they picked the wrong number. I hope they know the proper way to do the dishes. Not like I really care. Just thinking of anything to keep my mind off of Max. I know, I have to get it over with. I may not want to, but I will.

I set out on a search for Max only to find him nowhere. He’s not outside or in any rooms. Well, I haven’t checked Amber’s but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be visiting Tess. I walk to the door and am about to knock but I stop to listen to the voices.

“I’m sorry Tess. I really shouldn’t have done that.” Shouldn’t have done what? Did he finally try to stick her ass in the dog house next door? Ah, here’s a mental drink to wishful thinking.

“It’s fine, at least you’re talking to me now.” Why is she saying that with a laugh?

“No, I really shouldn’t have. It was just something that has been on my mind and don’t think I’ll put up with your shit now. This hasn’t changed anything that much.” What the hell? Now, I know he didn’t stick her outside. What doesn’t change anything? Say something more incriminating and I’ll kick your ass Max Evans.

“Max, I understand.” Ummm.... no?

The door handle starts turning and I run back to my room. I know he wouldn’t do anything with Tess, but what the hell were they talking about. Max breezes into the room with a huge smile on his face, carrying clothes that he must have picked up from his room before going to meet, her. Don’t layer the distaste on so thick Parker.

“Liz? Are you okay babe?”

“Just peachy.” I put on a 1000 watt smile and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before I start to pull out pj’s from the dresser. What happens if he reacts badly to the “talk” that we are supposed to have although he doesn’t know? Then we are stuck in the room. THE room. As in a single room. With one bed. One bed that doesn’t look so big anymore. Maybe I should wait until after everyone has left.

“Liz?” His hand is running up and down my back in a soothing manner.

“Max? Ummm... we’ve uh, we’ve got to talk.”

“What about?”

“Us?” His brow creases and his hand stops moving. I lean back into his hand trying to tell him not to.

“Well, how about we say good-night to everyone and we’ll talk about it in bed?” He looks worried. I am too. I just really don’t want to start anything unless I know it will last longer than a couple weeks. I need, what’s it called? Stability. That’s it. I need stability.

“Yeah that’s fine. How about you go say good-night, and I’ll go change and brush my teeth?”

“Okay.” He hesitated before saying that. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to leave my side. Like he’s afraid I’ll run away. I want to. I don’t want to feel this strongly about a person. Not this fast. It’s not supposed to be this quick. There is no love at first sight, that is only a storybook romance situation. That’s not real life. That’s not supposed to be my life.

We do as I said and I go straight to bed, laying on the very edge trying to leave as much room for him as I can spare. I’m afraid he’ll get pissed and leave. I know he says he likes me, but.... well, it’s an inconvenient fear. I hear the water running as he rushes brushing his teeth. Before I know it he’s laying next to me. On the opposite side.

“Liz?” How do I start this? I must take too long to answer because he groans and reaches over to wrap his arm around my waist to draw me closer. “Please tell me what is wrong.” He keeps brushing my hair behind my ears. All I can think about is the fact that since I am wearing shorts I can feel my legs against his and I can feel the strong muscles beneath his tank top as my hand rests on his stomach. What am I going to do if I can’t ever do this again? It’s scary, he’s like a drug. I’m completely addicted.

“Max? What is going to happen when your parents get back?” His hand stops drawing circles on my back, and the other stops playing with my hair. And if I’m not mistaken I think he’s stopped breathing.

“Max?” I look up to look in his eyes just as he begins to answer.

posted on 28-Sep-2001 10:48:07 AM
Chapter Twenty

Max's Point of View

Where the hell did this come from? I did not see this coming.

"Okay, Liz. I'm just going to say this all at once. So, please don't interrupt me." I wait for her to tell me to go on. She doesn't. She just lays there looking at me. Okay. "I know that we have only known each other for a short period of time, and we hooked up really fast. Faster than any two teenagers should. There is a lot that I don't know about you, and a lot that you don't know about me. But I want to know you. Everything about you. As for what will happen as soon as my parents get back, I don't know. I mean, I like you. A lot." Truth is, I'm falling for her. Hard. That in turn scares the hell out of me. I really don't want to stay in Roswell. I love my family. I do. They just suffocate me. I can't stand that. "I just can't continue to live in Roswell. I am going to be honest with you. I am going to move. Maybe I'll stick close by. Maybe not. I don't even know if my parents would let me live here. But I do want to be with you." Then it hits me. I don't even know where she lives.
"Do you live in Roswell?"

"No." Is that all she's going to give me? No? If she doesn't live here then there is no reason why it can't work. "But how can you think your parents won't let you stay here? They are out looking for you as we speak. That's half the reason why I'm here. For the first week they are on some thing for their anniversary. Then all next week they are chasing leads on where you might be."

"Liz, can we not talk about my parents right now?" I just don't want to think of that. If I know they are still looking for me I know I am going to feel compelled to stay. Seeing as my room still hadn't changed. "Where do you live?"

"Los Angeles."

"Liz, how about this? We live for the day. We won't worry about the future until it gets here. We can't decide what we want to do yet. Who knows, maybe you'll tire of me." She tightens her grip on me and tells me that isn't going to happen. Notice how I never said that I'd tire of her? Never. I can smell her hair as her head is tucked beneath my chin. I feel her puffs of breath against my skin. And what is that? I feel tears falling from her face. I'll never understand girls. Never. What the hell did I do this time? "Liz?" Her breathing isn't ragged, her shoulders aren't shaking. "Babe?" I lift her head for her to look at me. Maybe it will help me figure out what's wrong. Nope. Just a look on her face that makes me want to hit myself. For whatever I've managed to do. "What did I do?"

She lets out a small chuckle and wipes her tears with the back of her hand. "Nothing." She smiles and places a quick kiss on my mouth. Grabbing my hand she turns on her side facing away from me. She smells so good. I can't help myself as I kiss her neck. I wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't realized she was asleep. I pull her tighter as I drift off to sleep with her.


"Max?" Liz's voice rouses me from my slumber, and I slowly notice we are still in the same position as before.

"Hmm?" She can't expect me to form an actual coherent sentence yet. I look at the clock and the light, that seems all too bright to me, shows that it's 12. I'm going back to sleep. I nuzzle her neck hiding any and all light fro my eyes.

She turns on her side and lightly kisses my forehead. "Do you want to have sex?"

Hel-lo! "I'm awake, I'm awake." My eyes pop open against their will and it seems too hot.

"Good, now that I have your attention. Max, I want you to answer a few questions."

"What?" I thought she said we were going to have sex? Did I miss part of the conversation? "Then can we do it?"

"Do it? Yes." Alright!

"Fire away." I'm now sitting straight up and she sits closer to me. My hands find their way to her hair and one slowly makes it's way down her back.

"Max, we'll have sex eventually. Not tonight though. I just need you to answer some things. It's your fault. You brought it up."

I did no such thing. Why the hell would I tell her to do that to me? Exactly, I wouldn't. "Our first time is going to be better than this. Better than letting everyone listen in." Yeah. Grumble, Grumble, Grumble.

"Okay, go ahead." I'm still waiting to figure out what pain I have inflicted upon myself this time. Knowing my I told her I wanted to become her Eunuch. That would not be fun.

"Well, remember when you said that we really don't know all that much about each other? Well, why don't we start fixing that problem?"

"Does that include getting to know your body?" I can't help it! I'm a guy. I've been hanging around Michael too long. Horndog.

"Sorry buddy. Try again tomorrow."

I can't hide the disappointment when I tell her that's fine.

"So, do you want me to start?" I nod. It's midnight, I'm highly aroused and I'm trying to hide it from Liz so she doesn't feel pressured into doing anything tonight. This morning. Whatever it is. "Okay, how about, when is your birthday?"

I hope they are all this easy. "May 7th, 1983. You?"

"October 23rd, 1983. So you'd be a senior if you were in high school?"

"Yup." It's now that I finally realized what a loser I sound like. Runaway. High school drop out. Obviously no job at the moment.

"You senior?"

"Si. Umm... what's your favorite color?"

"Dark blue. Which relative are you closest to?" Hey, it's a way to find out the most.

"My Grandma Claudia. She's definitely the best. You?"

Oh yeah. I should've figured that she would ask that. "I'm surprised you don't already know that. Amber." She gives me a look like what I just said was the most adorable thing in the world. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No. I don't have any Aunts or Uncles either. A recent change in the family tree. Both of my parents are only children. They must have liked it because so am I. Ice Cream?"

"Vanilla. You?"

"Bland. Umm.....I like Cherry Choco Landslide." I scrunch my nose and tell her we'll have to work on changing that.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Hey, it's my turn!" She starts poking me to emphasize. When she does she pokes a sensitive spot just beneath my ribs causing me to laugh. I retaliate, sending her into a fit of giggles.

"Hey, knock it off!" Isabel is at our door knocking. "Will you two stop disturbing the peace?" She goes back into her room and we hear the door slam.


"Max? Maybe we should get back to sleep. We can finish this some other time." Then I get the major nookie?

"You just want to get to sleep, that way you won't have to put up with my tickling you."

"Yup. Because I know you wouldn't disturb my beauty sleep. Night."

She lays on her back and I'm on my stomach. Just as her breath starts evening out I let my hand travel down her thigh. She doesn't need sleep does she? I lightly let my fingers slide up and down her inner thigh, very slowly. She starts laughing again and tells me that no matter what I do, we aren't having any more "fun" tonight. I even try the whole, "it'll be good for you" tactic. her eyes waver for a second before she comes back stronger than before. She laughs a little bit more and tells me she has a headache.

"You have a headache? You're getting those already? I never even asked for sex. We're not even married yet." Whoa. Did I just say that? Married? Yet? Where did that come from. "I seriously need some sleep." She must not have heard me because she doesn't even acknowledge it. She merely tells me to have sweet dreams and maybe we'll do something outside of the house tomorrow. I don't know if I should be disappointed or not.

She closes her thighs with my hand still between them and continues on working on getting to sleep. No arguments here. I fall asleep only to wake up when my hand falls asleep. The tingly feeling in my hand not letting me feel Liz. Liz's head is turned like she was watching me as I slept. Leaning up I place a light kiss on her lips and lay with my head next to hers. This isn't honestly what I thought we would end up like tonight.

I thought we would have sex, make love whatever you want to call it. That's why I even spoke to the wicked witch of the United States. No not Christina Aguilera. Tess. I had to make sure she understood exactly how I feel about her. I may have sugar-coated it but it got the job done. I told her I'd make an attempt at being civilized towards her if she kept out of my and Liz's relationship. She said she understood but I doubt it. Of course I never said I wouldn't stick her in the dog house. I still believe that's a damn good idea. Hey, it's civilized enough for a dog. Some dogs don't even get their own little houses.

Chapter Twenty-One

Liz's Point of View

Yes, I heard the marriage thing. I honestly don't know what to say. Truthfully? I'm scared. I never thought about marriage. I know it must have just slipped from his mouth and that it was said without thinking. But it must have been in his subconscious. I don't look into the future. I think about now. Okay, I can't say that. I did think about the future a couple of hours ago. I wanted to know that he'd stick around for a while. I didn't want my first time to be a fling. That's not who I am.

Who am I though? I never thought I'd be feeling deeply for any person after so little time. I never had the little illusion that I'd one day marry my first. Of course I had never intended on meeting Max. Curveballs. I always just assumed that I'd be taken care of. Somehow. Of course now that I think about it, do I really want to depend on anyone? Am I ever going to be ready to face that disappointment? Do I want to? I am just plain scared of growing up.

All those assumptions and nothing to back it up. The way I figure it, if I have someone taking care of me I won't have to grow up, right? Something like that. It makes sense in my mind. Now that I know that Max wants to be around me I don't want to depend on him. I want to be his equal. His partner.

Max tightens his arm around me and I notice how much he touches me. I love it. It's almost as if he has to know that I'm there. I sort of feel bad about lying to him about the whole sex thing. We just really need to talk. I still don't know all that much about him. I want to though. God knows I want Max Evans. Anyone that can see me knows. I've tried slowing down. I have. I semi-succeeded last night. I said no. Even after he promised it would be worth my time. I knew that it would, but I have to take my time. I don't like losing control so fast. I let out a sigh and continue watching Max while he sleeps. His hair is all tousled and the way it's laying across his forehead softens his features.

I love looking at him. I love talking to him. I love being with him. And something is telling me it's right to feel that way.

But that is why I need to breathe. I need to be on my own a little bit. I just need some room. I went from having no boyfriend after a 3-month relationship, and that was 3 years ago, to an over night boyfriend. You don't have to be claustrophobic to feel this way. I'm just afraid that if I tell him to give me room that he'll take it the wrong way and leave. I really don't want him to go. His spiel before didn't completely assuage my fears. Even he doesn't know what he's going to do when his parents come back. The only thing I know is that if I tell his parents he's here, he'll have to stay. I could see in his eyes that it almost killed him the first time. I know I'd be homesick if it weren't for him. I'm too far away. Not homesick for my family, but for my former life.

I come out of my thoughts when Max plants a kiss on my shoulder that is bared because my tank top strap fell. He looks up at me and says good morning, also giving me one of his smiles that I know is only for me. Do you remember that green slime stuff from Nickelodeon? Gak? I'm that. Only not green. I hope.

Who needs to breathe? I can't lose him because I, well. I already need him. Damn female tendencies.

"Geez, another hour and I would have had to say afternoon." He sits up and leans against the headboard. Leaving my line of vision to look at none other than his crotch. Did he plan that? I sit up too and lean my head on his chest, just tracing the lines of his muscles. Looks like he's done some pretty heavy exercising. He has the best body of any eighteen year old I know. Then it hits me. He just turned eighteen two days ago. Which means it was his birthday when I was holding a bat above his head. I let out a laugh and he looks at me with a confused look on his face.

"I was just thinking that I was ready to use your head as a pinata on your birthday."

"Yeah well. You wouldn't have gotten any good treats from that."

"No kidding. Any kid would have been disappointed at the hot air that would have escaped instead of smarties."


"Should I be proud that my guy knows how to use sarcasm?"

"Barrel of laughs. Remember to put the monkeys back in when you're done."

"Ooh, Max made a joke."

"Yes he did. Does Max get a reward?"

"Such a hopeful face for such pitiful man."


"Yeah, but you know that you love me anyway." Oops. I said the "L" word. I didn't mean to. I know that it is a frequently used phrase but I wanted slow. It wouldn't do to get people thinking. "Because everyone loves me. It's a law."

"Well, who am I to break the law?" He leans down and takes my mouth in the most tender kisses. Does he know what that sentence implies? What repercussions that could have on my heart. But the way he said it, so light-hearted I don't think he thought of that. He probably meant it as some cute retort. No hidden meaning. Which is a good thing. If it's such a good think though, then why the hell did I feel a little piece of me crumble? Oooh, this is not good.

The rest of the day is pretty much uneventful. We all went out to lunch, and found out that the group had enough money for one room at a motel nearby, for the rest of their stay. Which is only for two more days. So, naturally Tess was out. She is out of my hair.

Michael and Maria were then against Isabel and Alex. Michael and Alex began arguing in the restaurant against their girlfriends wishes, so they too were out. No nookie for them. Once again at the table Max and I were separated. He had Tess and Isabel on either side of him while I had Alex and Michael. Michael and Isabel were squished into the corners because Maria insisted on sitting between them. I still don't know why Tess sat next to Max, and why he allowed it. Oh well.

Max had asked me if I would let Amber come back to the house, but when I called to tell Amber she hung up on me. Before she had put the phone on the base I heard her begin to tell Domenica's parents that I was still sick. My guess, there's a hot older brother. Why do I think that? I know she's not mad at us, and the only reason I would have done that was if there was a hottie involved. I told Max that she hung up on me but I didn't mention the boy thing, he seemed pretty sad so I covered for her and told him that she said she had a project to do and that she'd be home tomorrow.

I took my shower while Max hung out with Isabel and Maria. I finished only to be followed by Max. While I sit out on the balcony reading I hear someone crawl through the window.


"Nope." No? I turn around to face none other than Tess. Yippee. My day is complete.

"Tess, what do you want?" Nice, I know. Well, can you blame me? She's only been hitting on Max ever since she got here.

"You better be worth it."

"Be worth what?"

"Max's attention. You have it I don't. You need to make sure that you take care of it. Because if you don't I'll be hounding your ass."


"This isn't a joke. He made it painfully obvious to me that he likes you. A lot." Her eyes rove over me, "And I really don't see why. I'm not dumb, I see the way he looks at you. I've had a thing for him for a while now, and he's only just met you. If you had given me another month he would have been mine."

Does that mean he had started warming up to her before he left? "Sure." I mumble

"Look bitch," Now Tess is right in my face and she's angry as all hell, "This isn't about how I feel, or even how you feel. It's about him. If you get his affection you better treat it with care, because if there is one thing I know about Max it's that he feels things deeply. He's too careless with his own emotions. Just take my advice." Tess abruptly turns around and rushes back inside where I hear the bedroom door slam.

Max rushes out of the bathroom and runs to the door yelling my name. "Max." I calmly say as I step up behind him. Have I been taking him for granted?

"What was that?" He says while gesturing to the door.

"The wind." I can't help myself when I pull him into a tight hug.

"Liz? You okay?" He's rubbing my back like last night, and I mumble that I'm fine. Well, I would be fine if I didn't have doubts in my head and a practically naked Max in my arms. It's true. All he has on is a towel. Yum. I lick up a trail of water that has made its way down most of his chest, up to his ear. I hear his breathing pick up and his arms bring me closer.



"Get dressed so we can watch a movie."

"Porn?" Does he think that will make me lose control? Well, it would. So.....

"No. I saw that you guys had quite the collection of DVD's. I figured the four of us would watch one." A smile flicks across his face and he retreats o get dressed.

I head downstairs to find Isabel and Maria but I don't see them. However, I do find a note.

Max and Liz,

Couldn't stay away from our men anymore so we went to the motel. See you tomorrow, we'll be back to wash the sheets. Just taking your advice.

~Isabel and Maria~

P.S. Thanks for the money for the two extra rooms Max. Have fun.

Max gave them money?

"I know that we aren't going to be doing anything tonight , but I figured we'd get the house to ourselves." Max puts his arm around me, leading me into the living room. I sit myself down on the sofa and watch Max as he picks out a movie and puts it in. He goes into the kitchen and grabs sodas.

"What movie?"

"You'll see." Odds are it's a comedy. No guy would choose a chick flick.

Max does not prove me wrong.

2 sodas, a bag of popcorn, and a few twizzlers later the credits to "Dude, Where's My Car?" come on. I grab the remote to the TV and turn it off. During the movie I had made myself comfortable on Max's lap. Now I don't want to get up.

"What now?" I ask.

"Why don't we go in the pool?"

"The pool?" It's dark out. It has to be cold. I don't feel like a repeat of yesterday.


Ughh. How can I say no to that handsome face? Exactly, I can't. We spend the next hour racing each other. Nude. Yup, Liz Parker went skinny dipping. Max had turned on the heater sometime during the day. Me being the dummy that I am didn't even bother to think that it might lead to this.

This being, Max pinning me to the side of the pool with his arousal making itself known as it presses into my stomach. Our tongues dueling for dominance as Max's hands roam my body, from my hair down to cup may ass. I press closer to Max causing both of us to groan. He dips his head down to suckle one of my breasts. I close my eyes in pleasure only to open them to a sight I hadn't been expecting.

"Liz?" Max's head spins around but keeps his body in place as to keep mine shielded.

"Kyle." Oops. What a position to be caught in.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Max’s Point of View

Who the hell is Kyle? I swing my head around to take a look at this guy who is getting quite a view of Liz and I in such a compromising position. What’s so great about him? Blond hair, blue eyes. So? He can have Tess. Then it hits me. Liz already had a boyfriend. Shit. I don’t know, but if push comes to shove, I’m going to be shoving Kyle’s ass into a bottle and send him to Zimbabwe.

Liz drops into the water and reaches for her bathing suit floating next to us. She quickly puts it on and throws me my shorts. Getting dressed I watch her hoist herself out of the water and wrap her towel around her body. Not more than two seconds later is she rushing into his waiting arms. What the hell? Did he not care that I was fooling around with his girlfriend? How about the fact that his girlfriend has been cheating in him.

I must say this is a first for me. I have never been played. If it always hurts this much I completely feel sympathy for anyone I have put in this position.

As I near I hear Kyle talk to Liz. “Lizzie babe. You have never shown me that much skin. You’ve been holding out on me.” He’s still holding her in his embrace. Babe? He can’t call her that. She’s mine. He turns to me and asks who I am.

The nerve. “Max Evans. Who the hell are you?”

“Max it’s not what it looks like.” The hell it’s not. She’s still next to him, his hand resting lightly on her hip. I’m going to send him away farther than Zimbabwe. Can I send him back in time to the Titanic? He can play Jack. Take the place of Leo. What would she think of him then? With snot frozen below his nose, a scrawny body, and his lips so blue it looks like he blew a smurf?

“You know Liz-”

“Max shut the hell up.” She cut me off. If she wasn’t a girl, or Liz for that matter, I probably would’ve thrown a punch. “This is Kyle Valenti. He’s my best friend. That’s it. Nothing more.”

Okay, I’ll accept that.

Kyle holds out his hand. I stare blankly at it. Doesn’t mean I have to like him. Did he, or did he not imply that he’s wanted to see Liz’s body at one point or another? Liz slaps my arm and tells me not to be a jackass. So I take it. I didn’t want to. Remind yourself of that. Damn I’m whipped.

“So, Lyle,” Liz throws me a glare and I quickly correct myself.

“Kyle, what brings you to Roswell?”

“I’m stalking Liz.” Is he joking? He better be joking.

“Kyle you really need to stop doing that. I told you I had nothing to do with that sexy leprechaun that stole your lucky charms.”

“Aye, but if I ever do find that damn leprechaun that stole me Lucky Charms, I’ll kick his arse from here to the moon.” Okay, I have to admit that was a pretty good accent. But they don’t need to know that.

“ Seriously, why are you here?” That’s me. I’m Mr. Down-To-Business Man.

“I had to come see my favorite girl. That and I have a week off from college. So I gave Vivian a call and she gave me the address.”

“You talked to Viv? I miss her already! How was she?” This is me. Feeling completely out of place. As if sensing my feelings Liz backs up to me allowing me to put my arm around her waist. There really must not be anything going on between them because Kyle hasn’t even given it a second glance. Maybe I can let my guard down.

“She says “Hi” and she told me to give you a kiss for her.” Maybe not.

“Ha ha Kyle. Nice try.” That’s MY Liz.

“You can’t blame me for trying. You must remember something Liz. I know how you kiss, and you can’t blame me for missing it.” What?

“That was many years ago. We were in Elementary school.” That’s better.

“Liz, are you saying you forgot about the one just before I left for college?”

“You kissed me on the forehead! I’m pretty sure it didn’t kiss back. Now if you are done making Max jealous we can talk about where you are staying. because if you mention anything else I’m pretty sure Max here will snap me in half.” What is she talking about? Damn my arms hurt. Oh, ha. ummmm. I see.

I mumble an apology and loosen my arms around Liz’s waist.

“Where am I staying? I was going to head over to the motel a few minutes from here. I just wanted to stop in and see how you were doing. I mean, they stuck you with a child, in a town where you know no one. But I see that you found someone.” You bet she did buddy.

“That’s nonsense Kyle. Why don’t you stay here a night so that you can actually travel to a decent hotel.”

“Liz, I don’t think that is such a great idea.” I couldn’t help it. It was supposed to be a night to ourselves. I got rid of my friends, why shouldn’t she have to make hers leave too?

Liz turns to me and whispers that she had to let them spend a night too. Did she have to bring that up? Petty. Noooo, I am not jealous. I’m Max Evans. I don’t even know the meaning of the word.

“Are you sure Liz? I don’t want to impose.” You should have thought of that before you showed up here unexpectedly.

“I’m positive. Why don’t you go get your stuff and we’ll meet you back inside.”


I wait until Kyle is out of sight before I turn Liz around and kiss her. I can’t stand it. She has to realize that she is mine. Only mine. Not some old flame’s. Mine. I’m very selfish too.

“Mmmm. What was that for?” She murmurs against my neck as she places kisses on it.


She lets out a chuckle and I hold her closer.

“Max, you don’t have to worry about Kyle. I think of him more like a brother. Okay? I’m all yours.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Although, feel free to be jealous anytime you like. Thank you.”


“For taking Kyle’s presence better than a drunk wrestler. Oh, that’s another thing! Kyle was a wrestler in school too. I’m pretty sure he still does it. See, you guys have something in common too.” Goody. I could still take his ass.

“Oh.” What a witty thing to say, Evans.

“So, where do you want him to sleep?”

Once again I offer my room. She smiles at me and it is suddenly all worth it. I give her a quick kiss and tell her to show him to the room, and that I’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed. I trust her.

I’m already in my boxers, I’ve brushed my teeth. So, I’m just sitting on my side of the bed. I can hear Liz laughing at something he said. Okay, she’s been alone with him for over twenty minutes. I head downstairs to hopefully speed along the process only to find Kyle and Liz in the kitchen. He too is in a pair of boxers. Making himself comfy much?

“Wow, Max dude. I didn’t realize you were so ripped. I couldn’t tell outside.”


Liz walks over and runs a finger down my stomach stopping at the band of my boxers. I pull her closer to whisper in her ear. “Liz? Is Kyle gay?”

“Oh yeah. The gayest.”


“I’m kidding hon’.”


“It’s just a joke that went on between me, Kyle, and Viv.”

“Oh.” Yeah, right now anyone who didn’t know me might think that my vocabulary is only as big as my pinky.

She turns her attention back to Kyle and she tells him she’ll see him in the morning. I say good night and Liz and I head upstairs.

I get back into my spot on the bed as I watch her rustle around in the bathroom. A few minutes later she walks out and lays down next to me.

“Liz, sit up babe.” She gives me an “Are you crazy?” look, but obliges. I sit behind her and begin to run a brush through her hair. “I didn’t get to do this last night.” I hear a sigh erupt from Liz and continue.

“You know, if you brush your hair too much it will fall out. Do you want me to be bald?”


“Max, I was just joking. You know what? Why don’t we just go to sleep now? I promise I won’t wake you up for another question and answer session.”

Thank god. I reach over to turn off the lamp beside the bed and lay down. Liz rests her head on my shoulder and throws a leg over my own. It’s almost as if she can’t get close enough to me. I’m not letting my ego grow any though, because I feel the same way about her. I run my hand up and down her lower back. Until we both fall asleep. I’m not sure who fell asleep first. But I know that Liz has a hard time sleeping through the night, because she woke me up at two in the morning. Not that I mind.


“Hmmm?” Look pinky graduated to ring finger. Liz raises herself a little and rubs her lips over mine. The kiss is long and slow. It’s not promising me anything more than a kiss but I love it more than anything in the world.

“What was that for?”

“I just needed to.” She kisses me one more time, and returns to her slumber. I sure found myself a weird little lady. But it’s all these little things that make me like her even more.

posted on 28-Sep-2001 10:54:49 AM
Chapter Twenty-Three

Liz's Point of View

I may not be able to sleep much with Max, but it is the most refreshing sleep that I get. Does that make any sense to you?

I couldn't help but wake him up this morning. When he was sleeping he just looked so adorable I had to kiss him. I had to make sure that he was really there, and really mine.

So, now it's six in the morning and I'm just watching him. Again. During the night he managed to rest his head upon my chest. Guess he figured it was more comfortable than the pillow. I normally wouldn't be complaining, but I really have to pee. I just don't have the heart to wake him.

So for now I'll just enjoy the feel of his arm thrown over my stomach like he's protecting me even when he's asleep. My hero. I should be swooning. Nah. Flashbacks of how jealous Max got last night flood back into my mind and I can't stop the laugh that comes from me.

The movement caused by my laughing causes Max to stir and tighten his hold on me. I manage to cease my laughing and calm myself down in hopes that I haven't woken him up.

His breathing is even, so he must be asleep. Then I feel something crawling up my leg to the juncture at the top. Maybe he wasn't asleep after all.

"Don't even think about it Mister." Max looks up at me and pretends to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Emmy nominations here we come.

"I must be imagining things. I could have sworn some incredibly hot man was attempting to seduce me." He grins. Oooh. The little devil. "But that must be impossible."

"No need to be catty now." He sits up and rests against the headboard. As soon as he's off me I book it to the bathroom. I also take the time to brush my teeth, no morning breath for me.

I walk back out to an amused Max just staring off into space. "Hey, Pluto. Snap out of it."

He jerks his head to look at me, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you staring at the wall like it was Candy Land meets Playboy mansion."

"Yeah, well." Great comeback. "Come here." He holds his arms open to me and I look blankly at him. "Babe?" Blank. "Hon?" Did he just call me hon? Haha. "Liz?" Still blank. "Woman ya there?" Oh no he did not.

"Woman? Excuse me? Couldn't you find another term of endearment? Woman? Ughh. That is so sexist. I was only joking before when I wouldn't answer. You know, playing hard to get? But now you aren't getting anything." I must actually look mad at him because he's shrinking away. Hehe. I wonder how long I can milk this.

"Liz, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd take it personally. I was trying to get your attention." He gets up to try and give me a hug but I push past him to the door and run down the stairs. I hear him come after me as I make my way to the kitchen. Geez how many stairs can one person take at a time? I really should feel bad. I should. But I don't. My eyes land on Kyle who's sitting on a chair in the room. I hear Max jump to the bottom of the stairs, and I park, myself on Kyle's lap.

What can I say? I like Max when he's jealous. I lean into Kyle and tell him to play along. Throwing on the water works moments before Max runs into the kitchen and finds Kyle comforting me.

“Evans, what did you do to her?” These tears? They’re from laughing so hard. I risk a glance at Max to see him shooting daggers at Kyle.

“He,” insert pathetic sniffle here, “he called me woman.” I look at Max again and he catches my eye. He looks like a little boy who doesn’t realize what he’s done is wrong. Maybe I should end this.

Kyle bursts out laughing and nudges me off of him. “Sorry Lizzie. But your Macho Man here looks like he’s ready to kill me, so I’m removing myself from this all too confusing, should never have been triangle. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to get dressed and check myself into a less chaotic hotel. And if I don’t see you before I leave, I’ll drop by later on tonight. Bye.” He kisses my temple and is gone.

“That was all an act?” He looks betrayed. Maybe I took it a little too far. In any case. Move over Susan Lucci, make way for some one who just might get an Oscar and an Emmy. Moi!


“You suck. You know that right?”

I walk up to Max so that I have to look up into his face, “I think I’ve showed that to you my dear.” Max pulls me to him and lets out a groan.

“Not gone yet!” Kyle yells as he walks by the kitchen.

“What do you say we go take a shower?”

“Liz? Is that even a question?” The desire in his eyes is evident. We’ll have to do something about that. Mwah ha ha. Evil Liz really needs to back off.

Giving Max a swat on the ass, I make my way ahead of him to my bedroom, deliberately swaying my hips as I go.

“Liz, babe. Umm.....” Is he trying to ask me something? Oh, oops. He wants to have fun.

“Look, Max, We are taking a shower. Only a shower. We have to pick up your sister soon. She has a half day. Which means she gets out at twelve, meaning we have..... well. Four hours.” This isn’t working. Okay. You have to understand this. It is so damn hard resisting this man. Why am I even attempting? Because. We need a relationship that isn’t solely sex. I personally think taking a shower or a bath together is intimate, whether or not you do something inside. But that’s me. And to me it says that we’d be taking a step in the right direction. Ughh. Why does my life have to be so damn complicated? Why couldn’t I be falling for someone that lives back home? Why didn’t I just stay with Kyle. Why didn’t I say yes to him back in Tenth grade? Why was I so dumb?

I’ll tell you why I didn’t go out with Kyle in high school. Because I always knew my perfect match was out there for me somewhere. I didn’t think he’d be in Roswell. I didn’t think he’d be a runaway. Hell I didn’t expect him to not have blond hair and blue eyes. Bottom line, I didn’t think I’d find him. Bottom line, I never expected to be this happy. Bottom line, I didn’t expect Max.


“Liz, you okay?” He looks worried. I need to work on my timing on this spacing out stuff. It’s been happening too much this past week. Maybe I should seek professional help because these voices in my head are tugging me in two different directions and I think a third one is forming.


“We don’t have to do anything. You know that right? I’d be perfectly content to sit on your bed and listen to you sing another horrible country song while you take a shower again.” I smile and it causes him to smile back.

See, these three directions.

One, I should run before anything truly happens with Max. I’m too young. What the hell do I know about love? Huh? Nothing. I’m Seventeen. I don’t need to be feeling this way. Even if it is the best feeling in the world. Get out of it before he leaves you.

Two, hang on to Max and never let him go. I need him. He balances me. He seems to care about me. So why shouldn’t I hold him and never let him go?

Three, go with the flow. Maybe he’ll leave, maybe will. Maybe neither of us will. Maybe I really have found the one I am supposed to be with. Maybe I haven’t. It could be temporary, it might be permanent. Only time will tell.

“We are both responsible people. I think we can manage to take a shower without letting it go too far.” He is too sweet.

“Thank you.”

“I wish you would tell me what is going on inside of that beautiful head of yours though.” He mumbles in my hair. Our lips brush and he leads me into the bedroom.

I watch as he retreats into the bathroom and starts the shower, and I shamelessly stare at his cute butt as he bends over to get towels out from under the counter. Slowly he walks me into the bathroom and closes the door behind us. I watch him undress, which only takes a minute because he had till been walking around in his boxers. Yum.

I start taking my clothes off but he stops me, begging to let him do it. Who would I be to argue? He runs his hands up the underside of my arms as he lifts them above my head, and follows by reaching just below the hem of my tank top. His hands grip my waist and slides his hands up my sides bunching up my top as he goes. His finger tips lightly graze the side of my breasts making me breathe out a sigh of contentment. I listen to him take a deep breath as he pulls off both my pants and panties in one quick motion. Good to know it’s effecting him too.

While in the shower, he insists on doing everything. He washes my hair, and washes my body. Not once does he try anything sexual. A part of me feels disappointed but this is what I want. What I should want at least. He does let me wash his hair though. He knelt down and faced me. I think I wouldn’t have gotten soap in his eyes if he faced the other way. It was just the fact that his head was positioned right in front of my heat, and he placed light kisses on my tummy, and nuzzling my sides, they kind of distracted me. We need to conserve water more often.

I step out of the shower after Max. He wraps a towel around his waist and turns to wrap one around me, he then hands me another towel.

“I don’t know how to do that twist thing.” He motions to my hair. I quickly wrap my hair and pull him to me. I hold him close not believing he’s for real. Even if he was, I have a hard time believing he’s with me.

We get dressed and finish everything else before ten. Two more hours. That includes eating breakfast, so we opt to watch some television.

Soap. Lame game show. Soap. Infomercial, infomercial, infomercial. I’m beginning to sense a pattern. Surprisingly Max leaves the channel on a soap. Oh well. We don’t really watch it anyway. We spend most of the time engaged in another Q & A session.

Turns out he hates cell phones. Loves cake. Favorite movie is Dungeons and Dragons. Fave actress is Sigourney Weaver. Stuff like that.

After twenty minutes of that we turn our attention to the show. He’s laying down on the couch with my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, his fingers running through my hair.

“I think I am falling in love with you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Max’s Point of View

I think I’m falling in love with you? Is that the best I can do? Since when do I think? Exactly, I don’t. By saying those small words I risked everything. What if she doesn’t feel the same way about me? What if I just scared her off. It’s just, when I felt content with her snuggled up to me I couldn’t help it. I knew exactly what I felt. I just hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

I feel Liz lift her head to look up at me, but she doesn’t pull back. That’s a good sign. Right?

“I’m sorry Max. I can’t say the same. I can’t lie to you, if we want any sort of relationship based on lies. Because.... well, I know I love you.”

She what? Okay, this is me doing a happy dance. Okay, well it’s a mental image of me doing a happy dance. I never quite believed the person who said white men can’t dance until now.

I lean down the fraction of an inch to Liz’s lips and the kiss was just a brush. My hands drift upward and entwine themselves in the silky strands of her hair.

“Hello!” Kyle. I swear I am going to shoot that man. Didn’t we just send him on his merry way to a hotel? Shouldn’t he be going hi-ho hi -ho picking up chicks as he goes. Guess they never went for Dopey anyway.

Liz pulls back and smiles at me before she gets up to go talk to Kyle. I sit there listening to the two converse until I hear a third voice.

“Oh yeah, and I picked up this lovely young lady along the way.”

“And I thank you so much for it.” Amber? What the hell is she doing here? “Now where the hell is my brother?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“There he is.” Amber runs over to me and throws her arms around me.

“Why are you not in school?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” After our hug she gets up and starts heading to the kitchen. “Get your butt back here. Now why did you really skip school? How did you even get away from the Domenica’s house? Don’t her parents watch you when you are over there?”

“I never went into the school.” I’m trying my hardest not to laugh. I’m trying to resemble something of an authority figure. I just can’t do it though. What can I say? She learned from the best.

“What do you say we do something together? Just the two of us.” In the background I hear Liz and Kyle break into song before having the decency to leave the room. Now I can’t hear them mock me.

“Miniature golfing?”

“Alright. If that’s what you want.” I’m confused. I thought she hated golfing. Did she really change that much in the course of one year?

Leaving me with a kiss on the cheek Amber skips off and I hear her blow a raspberries at something.

Liz wanders over and drops herself onto my lap. “You really need to tell your sister she should respect her elders.” She laughs and leans in to kiss me again.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No, I like kissing you very much.”

“You know what I meant.”

“I trust you not to pick up any girls while your gone. Remember? I love you.”

You know what I just realized? I still haven’t said the three small words. I said that I was falling in love with her. But I never said that I do love her. It’s hard to say, because I’ve learned not to throw words to the wind because I know they’d come right back and haunt me. “I love you.” This time the kiss was more passionate. I am not holding anything back anymore.

“Ahem.” Unless of course, if there is a younger sibling around. Reluctantly I pull back and tell Amber to get in the car.


“Huh?” My eyes are still closed as I lean my forehead against hers. I’m torn. Go with my sister or stay here with Liz and show her that I love her?

“Hey, loverboy. Get your ass away from Liz and go take that sister of yours to have some fun. I’ll take care of Liz. I promise.” Damn that Kyle character. Before I get to say anything to him a rather obnoxious yet familiar beeping sound seeps into the house.

“Seems like your sister is getting impatient.” She gives me one last kiss and pushes me out the door. Locking it as she goes back inside. Seems like she forgot to give me my keys. What a pity. Looks like I’ll have to go back in.

Knocking on the door I yell, “Liz. You’ve gotta let me back in.”

“Nope.” Just then The keys are popped out through the mail slot in the door. Dammit.

Amber and I go to the Golf course. I let her win. Ok. No, I didn’t. I just have a major problem saying that a pre-teen kicked my ass at miniature golf. It isn’t until I buy her an ice cream that she asks me questions. Questions like “Why did you leave?”, “Did you miss me?”, and “Why didn’t you come back for my birthday?”. What the hell do you say to that? Because I couldn’t stand to live at home and pretend that everything was perfect? Of course I missed you, but not enough to make me come back for your birthday party?

The thing is I did miss her enough to come back for her birthday. She just never knew it. I gave Michael my ring to give to her. I was in town. I watched her open her presents, I watched her blow out the candles on her birthday cake that was decorated with some boy band.

Out of nowhere Amber ducks her head and tries to make herself invisible behind me. “Amber? What the hell are you doing?”

“Quiet! He’ll see me!” He’ll see her? Who’ll see her? And what did he do to her to make her not want to be seen by this punk?

My eyes find a kid that looks about Amber’s age, and he’s heading straight for us.

“Amber.” Ha! Squeak, squeak. The kid’s a mouse. The boy runs his hand through his blond hair and stops a mere foot from me. This is funny. This little guy has a crush on my sister. Haha.

Wait. That’s not funny. Over my dead body. So, picture this. Amber’s hiding behind me, and in an attempt to intimidate this kid even further here I am, puffing up my chest and all. If Liz finds out about this I’m a dead man.

“Eric.” So the dweeb has a name.

“So, is this your brother?”

“Yeah, I’m her brother.”

“Eric, let’s go somewhere else.” Somewhere else? My seven year old sister wants to go somewhere to be alone with him? I think not.

There they go, here I stay. I’m behaving. She’s only seven, nothing will happen.

Kicking dirt. Casually look up to check on Amber. Act like you didn’t see her giving him that look. Act like you aren’t in denial.

I’m hungry. Chinese anyone?

Still hungry.

That’s it! If I invite Eric to dinner, then I can get Liz on my side. If Liz is on my side then she’ll convince Amber that all boys are bad. Go, me. Max, one. Eric, zero, zip, nada.

“Amber!” I patiently wait as Eric follows Amber back over here. “Eric, how would you like to have dinner with us?” Ignoring Amber standing behind Eric waving her arms wildly while mouthing “no”, I wait for him to answer. “We’re having Chinese.”

“I’d love too.” It worked, hehe.

This hasn’t worked out as well as I thought. Liz loves Eric. Kyle likes him too. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Am I the only one that sees through this dork’s facade?

As if that isn’t the worst. Liz invited him to go to the theme park with us.


posted on 11-Nov-2001 5:31:33 PM
Make Yourself
The Ex's Point of View
Chapter Twenty Five

She looks the same. Same chocolate brown hair, same big doe eyes. And now all I can do is sit here and wonder why I let her get away. Even in this massive crowd of people crammed into a tiny block they call an amusement park, she stands out. The only change I notice is that smile, I have honestly never seen her smile like that, it lights up her whole face.

I don't know what he has that I don't. Aside from that cheesy style of clothing. Whatever works for him I guess.

Ever since someone-who-shall-remain-nameless dropped me a hint that she would be here I rearranged my bands tour. The guys don't seem too mind all that much.

"Look! It's him!" Ughh. Can't she tell that I'm busy stalking. I've got to get my girlfriend back. She's mine.

Liz's Point of View

Eric is so cute. It's actually quite funny, Amber has a crush on a kid who's got the same adorable ears Max has.

Max still doesn't like Eric all that much. Who can say overprotective? Oh! Me! Me! Me! Sure we talked about it last night, but he already has his mind made up. Although we did have a break through. He said he'd attempt to behave like an adult. It's not working too well. He's basicly a big bully.

"What kind of idiot picks on an eight year old?" Sure Kyle. Rub it in.

"Obviously my idiot."

I look back up to see Max. He's currently in line with Eric waiting to go on a rollercoaster. You know, the type that they show in a commercial several times to make the park look all that much better? The glares Max is shooting at the back of Eric's head. Geez. All the kid is doing is looking at Amber. I think it's cute. But I don't know what I was thinking letting them go together without a mediator.

Max's Point of View

Be easy on the brat. Be easy on the brat. He's not doing anything wrong. Now, I know he's only eight, but my little sister has to stay just that, my little sister. I want her to be sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Hell, I'd like her to be 1600 and never been touched. The real world just hasn't hit me yet. Then again, girls just don't have the same morals as they did several decades ago. Wasn't I more than willing to take the virginity of a sixteen year old a year or two ago? Not that I'm proud of it now. It wasn't out of love. It was because I wanted to rebel, and she wanted to get it done and over with.

Anyway, by the time Eric and I make it to the front of the line he has fixed his hair 4 times. Each time only moments before turning to wave at Amber. I wish she could see those few strands sticking up in the back that reminds me of Alfalfa. Now that, was a good movie.

"We can sit in the back if you need to." I say. Nothing snotty there. Just being an understanding adult. He turns to me, smirks, then goes to the very first pair of seats, pulling his pants up as he goes. Thank you. I didn't want to be forced to catch a glimpse of those tighty whities your mommy bought for you.

Okay, so this coaster has four major hills, several loops of all sizes, and quick turns galore. That's not even mentioning the fact that it is a stand-up. It's perfect. We get situated, and after he adjusts the hieghtwe get a countdown by some gruff man who basically tells us not to get in any trouble otherwise it's all on his ass. Where do they find these people?

I lean forward and blow Liz a kiss just before we're shot forward up the first hill. I throw my hands up in the air, and so does Eric as we coast down the first slope. Two hills and a few loops later we're stuck, and I'm not feeling too hot.

Kyle's Point of View

Ah-ha-ha! He's stuck! Six-pack man and eight year old boy are stuck! Where's the popcorn when you need it?

Liz's Point of View

I shoulkd be scared since they are stuck, but I know they are safe, therefore I am free for major laughage. Minutes later the humor is wearing off. I'm hungry. Meanwhile Kyle and Amber are getting along while laughing at the two boys situation, so I tell them I'm going to get something to eat and that I'll be back.

After waiting in line for a good ten minutes I finally get my fries and ketchup. On the way back I notice a mini concert being played out. "So Jaded" Why does that group sound familiar? Maybe I heard it on the radio. I push my way to the front and look straight up into the eyes of the past.

"I am bottled, fizzy water
And you are shaking me up.
You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard
I thought I left in third grade
Now my only consolation
Is that this could not last forever
Even though you're singing and thinking
How well you've got it made
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a will be over soon
Yeah it's just a phase
Yeah it's just a....
Call it 'women's' intuition
But I think I'm on to something here
Temporaryism has been the 'Black Plague'
And 'Jesus' of our age
I know I sound opinionated maybe biased
And quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
They'll be throwing quarters at you on stage
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a will be over soon
Yeah it's just a phase...and I'm waiting for it to be over
Yeah it's just a...."

Did he not realize he was supposed to stay in the past. I turn to leave only to be caught by the arm by a guard who points to him. Through the soound system I can here his voice. "Come on Liz. You know you mant to. Come on up here. For old times." There are girls who glare and guys who cheer. I take the guards hand as he helps me over the bar and helps lift me on stage. Just like old times.

"Just a Phase" by Incubus, off of their latest cd "Morning View"

posted on 11-Nov-2001 5:33:31 PM
Make Yourself
Chapter Twenty Six
Max's Point of View

That's it. This is the last time I get on a rollercoaster after eating food from a theme park. No more for me.

"Eric? You okay there?" Can't let some little dork think he's won. For all I know he could be holding back tears and silently pleading for his mommy. Haha. Actually that's mean.

"Just fine. You're not looking to good." He says as he leans forward and takes a look at me.

Oh, yeah. He's mentally crying out for the comfort of his parents.

"I'm good." He leans back again and we both go back into our silence.

I wonder what Liz is doing. I lean forward and look around. I see Amber and Kyle, but no sign of Liz. Above the sound of the occasional murmurs of people I can hear playing, not too far away. It's actually not too bad. No boy band. Just pop rock. Sort of like a mix of Incubus and Lifehouse. Not half bad.

Halfway through the song female vocals come into the melody. She's got a killer voice and for some reason it sounds very familiar. Probably heard her on the radio. It just irks me that I can't place the voice.

"And the group would like to thank this lovely lady for joining us in a rendition of our latest single "Nothing Has Changed". Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely, the talented, the beautiful, L--"

Just as their about to put me out of my misery they start the rollercoaster up and we sail down the third hill, and finish out the ride. As they release the restraints, employees are coming up to everyone on the ride and apologizing for any inconvenience. Yah, I'm sure you're soooo sorry. I turn to talk to Eric, only to find that he's already heading out to the others.

When I reach the group I notice Liz still isn't here.

"Hey, Kyle? Where's Liz?"

"Oh she said something about going to get fries. But that was some time ago. She really should be back by now."

I watch as Amber's eyes quickly change to concern, and Kyle's as realization dawns on him. I can only imagine what I look like. If anything happened to her, I-. Well, I--- I don't know what I would do. I don't want to know.

"Hey!" I hear Liz's voice and turn around just before she reaches the group.

"Where were you?" I ask as I take her in my arms.

Liz's Point of View

Where was I?

Visiting with and ex?

No. That's not a good thing.

"Getting fries."

Which I left back at the concert. Shit.

"Were you so hungry that you ate them all on the way back?" Max asks as he begins to laugh. He let's me go from his embrace.

"No. I had to walk back by the concert thing that's going on. While I was passing some boy crazy teenyboppers knocked into me and I dropped the fries. I really didn't feel like waiting in line again. Besides, I thought you guys may be hungry and that we could all go together."

"Oh. But I'm still full from eating just before we went on the ride."

Right. Forgot about that.

"Well, I know Kyle is always hungry."

I look at Kyle and he nods in agreement.

"You betcha."

The Ex's Point of View

Having Liz back up on stage was better than old times. And I didn't forget to slip my cell number in her back pocket.

That's right Ms. Parker. I wasn't just copping a feel.

I don't understand one thing though.

I showed her what it would be like if she came back to me, yet she still went back to him.

I showed her that if she was with me she could have it all. She could be up here on stage with me. Singing, having people chanting her name. She could have people running up to her in hopes that they would get to atleast speak to the person. It wouldn't matter if she said anything back. They would be content just to know that she heard what they said. She would have people to cater to her every need. She could have me. The money. The fame. And she went back to that nobody.

"Zan, Zan, Zan, Zan." The sweet sound of chanting. I'll never get tired of hearing my name being screamed. By fans or otherwise. Hell, why can't the person be both.

Kyle's Point of View

Now, if Max can't tell she's lying to him he obviously doesn't talk to Liz too much. Just because they spend all day together does not mean they talk.

I've known Liz almost all my life. She was pulling that spiel out of her ass. It's not like it's that hard to notice. She couldn't look him in the eye, her voice cracked, and she cracked her knuckles. All telltale signs of a nervous Liz. But what could she possibly have been doing that she would have to lie about it?

"Zan, Zan, Zan, Zan." Oohh. That says it all.

I send a worried glance at Liz and all she does is shrug her shoulders.

"Don't even think about shrugging that off Miss Lizzy Parker. You. Me. Speak. Now." I pull her off to the side leaving a dumbfounded Max to watch over the two kids.

"Kyle, not now."

"Yes now. Look Liz. You better not have fucked up this thing you have going with Evans. Please don't tell me you went back to Zan."

"What? No! Of course not."

I simply stare at her.

"Okay, I was walking back with the fries until I heard Zan. I went to the front and Zan noticed me." She says it like he wouldn't have picked her out from a field of clones. Yeah. Sure. "He let me up on stage to sing. That's all."

"Nothing suggestive? No asking the other out?"

"No, I have Max. I'm happy with Max. Zan and I both know that we are better off apart. That's why we broke up a long time ago."

What she seems to forget is, is that it wasn't all that long ago. I'm just worried some old feelings might be planted in her mind.

Liz's Point of View

I'm going to be completely honest, I did feel old feelings stirring to life up there on stage with Zan. But, I left Zan. It was a mutual thing. I'm with Max now. And it's completely normal for me to be feeling these things. How do I know this? I watch Loveline on MTV.

Max's Point of View

I know she's not telling me everything. I don't know what it is she's hiding from me, but I'll find out. I'll find out because I love her too much to let something get between us.

posted on 11-Nov-2001 5:34:18 PM
Make Yourself
Chapter Twenty Seven
Liz's Point of View

Now let me set something straight here, I told Max that I love him. I meant it. I didn't go up on stage to get back together with Zan. I went back up there because I miss the rush I got when I would join him in their small gigs back home. I miss having people cheering me on. I miss Zan, but I love Max. The old feelings that were stirred up for Zan, those disintegrated as soon as Max smiled at me. Zan and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

I know now more than ever that Max will be the last person for me. It's obvious. The smile he's giving me now while he's eating a few fries makes my heart race. Even if he does have that little peice stuck in the crevice of his teeth. Haha.

Making a subtle gesture to Max that there is something stuck, he merely looks at me and smiles even more. I don't know what he's thinking I'm trying to tell him.

"Hey doofus, she's trying ot tell you that you have something stuck in your teeth." Leave it to Amber to be ruthless.

He blushes and picks at his teeth to get it out. He's so adorable.

Leaning towards him I whisper that love him even if he has quirks. He leans in and we kiss. Damn I need to get him alone.

"Well, I don't know about you two kids but I'll take that as my cue to get ice cream."

Thank you Kyle. Max and I tell them to have fun and not make Kyle go broke.

Max's Point of View

Now that everyone else has gone on to do something else, I'm able to start questioning Liz about what went on while I was stuck on the ride.

"Max, I'm sorry. I lied about before."

Well, damn. She read my mind.

"What did you lie about? You didn't actually get fries? You splurged and got a ice drink? Because if you did I'll be pissed. I love those."

"Max, the concert. My ex is the singer."

That is enough to make me feel insecure. I can't sing for shit.

"Oh. Well, it's not like you did anything then. I mean he was up there singing so I guess it's kind of hard to do anything wrong." Except now I know who was singing on stage with the group. It's amazing, of all ways for me to find out that she has a talent for singing. In front of large crowds no less. Ok, this isn't honestly the only thing bothering me. It's the fact that when she stood up to throw away the plates a moment ago a peice of paper fell out of her pocket. A paper that just happens to have Zan's cell number on it, signed with an "I miss you." Sorry, but that just kind of irks me.

"Max?" I look up into her brown eyes and I can tell she's searching mine for whatever my problem may be. She sits on my lap and nuzzles my neck. "What's wrong?"

I hand her the peice of paper.

"Oh. Max, it's nothing babe. I'm with you." That makes me feel so much better. She didn't feel someone's hand slide over her ass when he put the note in her back pocket? Or amybe she's just so accustomed to it that she didn't htink anything of it. "Max, look at me." Liz's hand lifts my chin up and my gaze is drawn to her eyes. Resting her forehead against mine she starts, "Max, I love you. Nothing is going to change that. Not an ex-boyfriend, not someone telling me that it will ultimately be my doom, not even an apocalypse. You're the one for me. While I may miss something form my past, I know that being with you is ten times better. I want you. Only you."

While I know it seems too sudden, I feel the same way about Liz. Now that I know what it's like to be with her, I don't think I'd ever be able to live without her. "I love you too." Pulling her closer I take her lips for a long kiss. It's full of everything I'm feeling, especially the overwhelming love that I can't find the words to tell her.

She opens her mouth to grant me even more access to her. I have a hard time containing the groan that definitely wants to make itself well known. I love having her in my arms, her lips pressed against mine.

"Get a room." Sisters, you've got to love them. Once Liz gets up and off my lap I realize just how chilly it has gotten outside. The sun has been down for a while now, and we'e supposed to have Eric home in just over an hour.

"Let's get a move on it. Time to go home." Despite the pleas from everyone, including Liz we all head out to the car.

The car ride home is full of snoring people. Liz and I in the front seat, Kyle, Amber, and Eric in the back.

Liz's head is resting on my lap, with one hand curled around my free hand. It's actually quite cute. She has a slight snore. I don't have the heart to wake her up so I listen to the radio and smile at the couple that we are. I can't believe how lucky I am to have found her so early in my life, and to recognize it. More so, I can't believe that she loves me back.

An hour later I'm carrying a sleeping Amber up to her room, afteralready dropping Kyle off at his hotel.

Liz is already in bed by time I finish changing into night clothes, and brushing my teeth. She's not sleeping but I can tell that she definitely wants to. Turning off the light as I enter her room, I ask Liz if she needs anything before I lay down.

"Nope. Just you." I'm glad that it's dark in here otherwise there would be no hiding this goofy grin that's covering my face.

"I love you. Forever." I say as I kiss her forehead. I pull her close to me and she lays he head on my chest, my arm going around her small form.

"I love you too." I don't know whether or not she was already asleep when she said that, but I know she is now. She's like dead weight. I only though kids could fall asleep that quickly. But for some reason Liz always has to prove me wrong.

In the middle of the night a noise wakes me out of my perfect dream. It's probably just Amber getting a drink. Did I lock the door? I honestly don't remember.

"What's the matter Max?" Liz asks as she strengthens her grip on me, still half asleep.

"Nothing, just nothing." At that moment I hear a heavier footstep coming closer. It's too heavy to be Amber. I scramble out of bed and head towards the door.

"Max?" Next thing I know Liz is next to me handing me the bat that she almost hit me with when I first met her.

Quietly I open the door and motion for Liz to get back in the bed. I reach just outside the door and hit the light switch, illuminating the person that's been creeping around the house, just as he's opened Amber's bedroom door.

"Stop!" I yell.

Liz comes running out of the room a phone in hand.

"Max, I'm calling the po-." I look back to the person. "Mrs. Evans."

My parents are home early. I knew it would happen eventually.

"Phillip? What's going on?" I hear footsteps coming up the stairs two at a time.


posted on 1-Dec-2001 11:43:29 AM
Chapter Twenty Eight
Liz's Point of View

Oh shit.

"Max! You're back!" I watch as mother embraces son, and then as father joins in and soon a groggy Amber. I slip back into the room and put on a pair of sweat pants on over my shorts.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I can still hear Diane weeping. Sniffles and all. That's when everything gets quiet. It must have occured to them that Amber wasn't too surprised to see Max. Oops. Diane comes barging into my room.


"You! Why didn't you tell us? You knewmy son was back and you didn'y have the decency to tell us? Why?"

Why? Because I'm selfish. Because he asked me not to. Because I..well let's leave it at that.


"I asked her not to." Thank you Max. He comes up next to me and takes my hand. Diane turns to Max and you can literally see the relief turn to agitation.

"And you! What are you doing in just those?" I guess she's referring to his boxers. Okay, so we weren't caught in the best of postions.


"I don't want to hear your excuses mister. Go downstairs. I'll talk to you later." Eighteen and still being commanded.

Max looks at me, then his parents, lastly at Amber. I can see the fight stop in his eyes. I know that he's chosen between us when he gives me a kiss on my forehead, say's he loves me and picks up Amber. Then he walks out of the room.

Max's Point of View

This is what she wanted isn't it? Liz wanted me to stay home with my parents. To reconcile. So, I'm doing this for her. And it hurts like hell. I didn't want to leave her like that. Half way down the hallway I hear my mom say, "Liz, you're on the soonest flight out."

Liz's Point of View

I'm stunned into silence as Diane tells me that I'm on the soonest flight. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I just didn't want to hear it.

Now, I'm left alone to think about the fact that I'm by myself, that Max chose his family, that I can actually feel my heart being crushed with every breath I take. I know that I'm the one that wanted Max to at least let his parents know that he was ok. Now all I want is to take it back. I want him back. Tears stream down my face as I start stuffing clothes back into my suitcase. I know I'm acting like a brat. I'm being selfish. I am an only child, I think I'm entitled to it.

I've never allowed myself to tell a man that I loved him, no matter how long we had been together. Then Max comes along and within a matter of less than a week, I've said it a more than a few times, and now he's chosen, and it hurts like hell. I mean he said it too, and when he did I felt-... I just felt. I was finally feeling something. I wanted to hear him say that he loved everyday. I could have lived off that.

I pick up one last shirt off the floor and stuff it in my bag. It's Max's. I need something to remind me that he was with me. That he was mine. That it wasn't just some sort of pleasant dream. Grabbing a blanket I crawl through the window, out to the balcony. I curl up on the chair and stare at the festive lights strung around the balcony.


I wipe the tears from my face even though I know that I can't hide the traces of them on my cheeks.


Max's Point of View

Ouch. I can't tell if she's more hurt or pissed. I know she has every right to be both, I left without explaining. When I brought Amber out, I explained to her that I couldn't stay here, but she knows I love her and I promised to keep in touch this time. Once I left her room I got stuck having a conversation with my parents. It just reminded me of the reasons that I couldn't stay, no matter how much Liz wants me to reconcile with them. Staying under the same roof just is not an option. They want their little boy back. The one that never questioned, the one that still needed his parents to teel him what was right and what was wrong. They want to be able to have control of my life. But, if I were to do that I would never be able to become something. So, I told them that I was leaving. My mother cried, begged, and pleaded for me to stay. But how long before the novelty of having me back wears off? My father on the other hand pretty much verbally abused me. I want to stay for Mom and Amber, but I can't do that when it means I have to submit my freedom to my dad. It ended up that my mom gave me the car and some money, and told me to take my stuff. She said if I couldn't let them take care of me, that I should have enough to start taking care of myself. She only asked that I not move too far away. I'll let her think I'm staying close for now. I have more than enough for two months rent in any decent apartment, plus enough to start getting things I may need. So, I'd say I'm pretty well off.

And now, here I am. Ready to go, and determined to take Liz with me.

Liz's Point of View

Max comes up behind me and starts putting his arms around my waist.

The tears well up in my eyes once again as I push him away. "Don't touch me!." I don't to love him anymore than I already do.

"Come with me."


Max's Point of View

Liz's eyes are mide as she turns around. "That's not funny, Max."

"I'm not joking."

"It's inconceivable."

"You're almost eighteen."

"You could be charged with kidnapping is you take me over any state lines."

"Not if your parents still think you're babysitting."

"You're not staying with your parents?"

"I can't Liz. They haven't changed at all. The reasons that I left are still there."

"Max, I wish I could, but it's just not possible. I'm going to finish High School, and I would like to go to college."

"I'll get my GED, and take an entrance exam. I'll go wherever you will go. I'm yours, remember?"

I wish her face would give something away.

"I love you."

I'm pretty sure I'm back to grinning like an idiot as she throws her arm around my neck. I kiss her like I'll never let her go. I don't ever want her to doubt me. I don't know how long the kiss lasts, but the next thing I know my mom is yelling to Liz through the door.

"It's best if my mom doesn't know I'm going with you." I can see the sad look in her eyes, but she nods and answers the door.


"Give them your name at the airport and you'll get your ticket. I'll be back to get you in a half hour. I've already notified your parents." What exactly did my mom notify Liz's parents about? Not a good feeling.

Crouching down, I peer though the window. "I'll bring you." We throw her suitcase down, and we climb down the fire escape. My suitcase and things are in the back seat already. When we get there I have to buy a ticket for the next available flight.

Along the way we stop at the hotel that Micheal, Isabel, Alex, Maria, Tess, and even Kyle are staying at. We tell them that we are going back to California, and that they can call our cell phones. I don't if it's just me, but did Liz even notice that Kyle was in with Tess? He's nuts.

Liz's Point of View

After leaving the hotel, we go to the airport. I did not let go of Max until we actually got out of the car. I don't want to be separated from him at all. Waiting in line Max holds my hand until I was next. I walk up to the counter and say,"Liz Parker." The lady workinglooks at me with a blank stare. She looks like she didn't even hear me. We continue staring until she opens her mouth.

"Welcome to Covina Airport, how may I help you?"

Is she serious? I'm assuming I look like I'm going into shock.

"I'm here to pick up a plane ticket. It's under Liz Parker."

"Ah, yes." She sounds like one of those phony fortune tellers. "Here you go. Flight 128. Have a nice trip."

I mumble a polite thank you and take the ticket. Max walks up next and gets one for tomorrow. He'd be getting in around three in the afternoon. It's eight in the morning. I'll be without him for over twenty four hours. I don't want that. I'm afraid something will happen so that he won't come.

When they make the final boarding call, I hold onto Max as he tells me he loves me and that he'll be in tomorrow. "I love you too." I give him a quick kiss and rush off to the terminal.

The good bye was abrupt, not at all drawn out like the good romance novels. But I know that if I hadn't left like I did I would never have left at all.

I sit down and think about what I'm going to have to do. I have to go home, act like everything is normal. Pretend that Max isn't really Max. My parents would never approve. Then I would be praying for them to keep out of my life for once. Live in lies for a while. I can handle that. I'll still have Kyle as a friend, and Serena. I can trust them. I don't really know why I'm worrying about this, Max's parents are goint to know where he is. Ughh. I can't think straight. Maybe I should have stolen a bottle of Maria's cedar oil.

I put on my headphones and drift to sleep to the music.

Max's Point of View

I'm about to head back to the hotel to get a room for the night when I start hearing talk of a plane crash soon after it took off.

Liz. No, I would know. I ask people around me if they can tell me what flight but they're all in hysterics. I walk back up to the lady at the desk, and ask her if she could tell me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to tell you everything right now. We'll be making an announcement in just a moment."

"Like hell you're not. Is it the one that left here moments ago?" She's looking at me like she can't believe me.

"Calm down sir. The flight that it happened to was leaving California." I slump in relief. Moments later they do make the announcement. I feel bad that I feel relieved but I have no clue as to what I would have done If something had happened to Liz.

A couple minutes later my phone rings. "Liz?"

"No, Max it's mom. Has Liz gotten on the plane yet?"

"It wasn't her flight that went down."

"I know. But her parents were. They wanted to come get her in person, they were able to buy two tickets off of some young couple at the airport."

"I've got to go." I hang up the phone. It's not hard to convince on older man to switch tickets with me. Everyone is shaken up and uncertain about whether or not they want to get on the planes. Less than an hour later I'm on an airplane to the same airport as Liz.

I pick up my cell phone and dial Liz's.


"Liz? It's me."

"Max! You missed me already?" Should I tell her on the phone? No. I'll tell her when I actually see her.

"Yeah, and I have a surprise for you. I'm already on my way."

"That's great news. So, I suppose you already heard about the plane crash?"


The conversation kind of drops after that. I tell her to wait for me at the airport and I'll find her.

This is going to be one long day.
posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:14:44 AM
Chapter Twenty Nine
Max's Point of View

I don't know how I'm going to tell her. 'Liz, your parents were on that plane that crashed.' Nope. 'Liz, your parents are dead.' Hell no! You know, at this stage in our relationship I should be trying to find a romantic way to ask her out on another date, but I am busy trying to find an easy way to break the news to her that her parents passed away. Pressure? Nooooo.

I slam my hands down on the fold-out tray in front of me. I'm way too frustrated to think of anything to say to the person that I love. I can only imagine some of the things that she may be saying to me as soon as the words pass through my lips. I don't want to see her cry.

"We are now going to be landing, so if you could please put on your seatbelt?" one of the overly happy flight attendants tells me. I glare at her until she 'kindly' goes away, and glance around at everyone else. They all have their belts on already, I guess I zoned out. Damn, how did I miss that annoying ding?

True to her word, the plane descends to the runway minutes later. As soon as we are allowed to I quickly grab my bag and head out to find Liz. I find her; she's taking up a whole row of seats, lying across them with her bags squeezed in close to her body. Her hands resting on her cd player on her stomach, I'd think she was sleeping if her mouth wasn't mouthing words to a rhythm.

When I make it to her side I lean forward to give her a quick kiss on her forehead, but she grabs my shirt collar and pulls me to her lips.

Smiling, she opens her eyes and pulls off her headphones.

"Would you have kissed any guy who leaned over you?"

"Only if he smells like you." She smiles and I can't help but smile back, help her up and kiss her again. "Of course it would be a perk if he felt and tasted like you." She nips at the tender spot just below my ear before kissing it. It's not until I see a couple behind Liz clinging to each other crying, that I remember what I'm supposed to be doing. Liz pulls back and gives me a weird look, "Are you ok?" I give her a smile, because that's all I can really give her right now. I know I won't be able to take the pain away once I tell he, and it aggravates me to no end. She turns around and sees the couple too. "I know, isn't it sad? I had to put my headphones on because I couldn't stand to hear anymore of the hurt in these people's voices. Some people lost children, husbands, wives, close friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, siblings, best friends." Parents. "I mean, the list goes on. It's sad. So, I kind of just want to get home. Be grateful that everyone that I care for is alive and well. I already called my house, no one answered, but I have a key so it's alright. All we have to do is get a taxi."

I can't let her think this anymore, she deserves to know.


"Oh, I can't wait for you to meet my dad. He's going to question you until he takes his last breath. My parents have their imperfections but over all their good people."

"Liz, I have to talk to you about something." How do I say it? Do I really want to tell her now, so she can become another one of those stories she was telling me about? Her smile falls and I can only imagine what that gorgeous mind of hers is thinking.

"If you don't want to meet my parents yet, then you can stay in a hotel. We'll just drop you off first."

Liz's Point of View

The whole way here Max has been really quiet, almost like he doesn't know how to tell me something. Kind of like how I acted when I didn't know how to break up with my first boyfriend. But that doesn't really make sense, why would he come all the way out here to tell me that he can't be with me anymore?

"I've got the room key, c'mon, we're on the second floor." I follow him up the stairs around the corner, and into the room. The room was obviously used by a smoker before, it's disgusting. It looks clean, but the stench says otherwise. I scan over the walls and I see a picture of Jesus in the cracks. No really I do. Someone carved the picture. Kind of like what they do in tree trunks and claim that it's a sign.

"Max, can you just please tell me what's going on?"

He motions for me to take a seat on his lap. Slowly I walk to the bed and sit like he asked me to do. His arms wrap around my waist, and he nuzzles his nose into my hair, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"If you're going to break up with me, just please do it."

"What? God Liz! No!"

"Then what the hell is wrong? I don't fucking understand!"

"Liz, babe, I'm sorry." Why is he sorry?

"Max, you're confusing me, and its scary."

"You know how you were talking about those people who lost loved ones on that flight that went down?"

"Yeah. Did you know someone?"

"No, but you did."

I don't get it.

"Liz, you're parents were on it."


"That's not funny Max."

"I'm not kidding."

"Max! Just stop it already!" I know he wouldn't lie about it, but I have to say it didn't happen, that it's not true. Because if I give in to the truth, well, that would make it real.

Max's Point of View

"I'm sorry Liz." I pull her small frame closer to me because I can feel her body starting to shake. She gives in, but only for a moment before she pulls back.

"I want to go home. I'm going to prove to you that they are still alive."

"Liz, if it will make you feel better, I'll take you home." Oh shit. Did I just say feel better?

"Feel better? How will that make me feel any fucking better? You tell me that my parents are dead, offer to take me home in order to prove it, and that is supposed to make it all better? God! You're almost as fucked up as your parents!"

Ouch. It's not that I'm offended; it's just that I know this is really fucking her life up right now, and unfortunately I'm in the middle of it. But I'm going to stick by her through it, because I know that she needs me to, even if she doesn't want to think that.

We sit in silence for a few more moments, and I can see the tears start to slow. After a few deep breaths she talks, "I want to go. But if what you say is true, then I don't want to go alone."

"I'll do whatever I can for you Liz. I want to be able to be here for you. Will you let me?" She nods, and I can see her chin start to quiver as another wave of sobs takes over her body.

"Sorry about the remark about your parents."


As we enter Liz's house I listen as she runs around the house yelling for her parents. I set the bags down on the floor and walk over to the mantle and pick up a picture. It's one of Liz and her parents. They seem to be at a Christmas party. Liz has on a red dress and her nose has red lipstick on it like she was pretending to be Rudolph, her parents are dressed in red and green and are smiling at her with pride in their eyes, red noses, wine glasses, presents and all.

My attention is brought to the floor above me as her footsteps are frantic running down the stairs. Soon after a pair of small arms wrap around me from behind, and I already feel a wet spot on the back of my shirt where she's resting her face.

"Max, their gone. They really are gone." She barely gets the sentences out before the lump in her throat makes its presence known.

My heart's breaking at the sound of her voice as it catches every time she tries so hard to talk. I turn around and hold her as close to me as possible. She lets everything go, and her body collapses against mine. I pick her up and carry her upstairs. I open three doors before I find a room done in a deep red, like medieval times. I lay Liz on her bed and climb in next to her. She curls around my body and rests her head on my chest. I lean my face down and kiss her forehead. Her body shaking is the only response I get. As I stroke her back, I mumble into her hair, "Everything is going to be fine. It's going to be alright."

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:16:10 AM
Chapter Thirty
Max’s Point of View

After the initial shock of Liz’s loss of her parents she went right back to denial. No tears, just exhausting every possible and not so possible reason to keep her parents off of that plane and then some.

That just made getting her here all the harder. She keeps telling me that we can’t bury an empty casket for those who haven’t passed away yet. She shuns pretty much everyone here at the funeral. Her Aunt Jody because she saw them last. Her Aunt Rachel because she got her father the job that gave them the money to move all the way out here. And now worst of all she’s now beginning to hate herself. She’s mentally torturing herself because she thinks that she was irresponsible, she was a horrible daughter, she should have called them first, and she should have been a better daughter. I would have done anything, given anything to take away her pain, but all I could do was be there for her. Be her support. Although, it is kinda hard to do when every time I tell her it isn’t her fault she says the same thing. “How do you know?” Which is true, I didn’t know her before. I know her now though, and I know that if she was anything like she is now; she was a wonderful person even before I met her.

Even though our week has gone on like that, every night has ended the same. When I brush my teeth, she’ll come in give me a hug and apologize for anything she might have done. Then we go curl up in bed. Nothing more. It was actually nice.

When Liz finally agreed to come to the funeral she did however, refuse to speak. She says that she’s afraid she’ll say something wrong and she just can’t handle it.

So, now that Liz and I are walking back to her car a middle aged man comes up to us.

“Liz, I am very sorry to hear about what happened to your parents.”

“Why? They were your brother and sister in law.”

Ouch. The first sarcastic remark to leave her mouth since the accident and at the most inappropriate moment.

Liz’s Point of View

Yeah, yeah. I know, not the time nor the place, but when you’ve heard false sympathies repeated more than twenty five times in the course of a single hour it will do that to you.

“It’s just that these people don’t understand that I have to leave. I’ve wept, placed roses, and cried some more. Now I’m tired, pissy, and sad because we’ve just completely finalized my parents death. So, I’m sorry Uncle Matt, I just-“

“Want to go home? I know what you mean. However I do need a moment of your time. If not yours than your boyfriends at the very least.” He says as he looks towards Max.

I lean in closer to Max and his arm goes around my waist. I have to admit that Max has been the best throughout all of this. He’s held me, consoled me, loved me through everything. I would’ve been lost without him. Kyle couldn’t get a plane out here until tonight, and Viv, well, let’s just say that Kyle’s not gonna be too happy about what she’s gone and done.

“Go ahead.”

“Liz, it’s about your parents will. They’ve left everything to you, since you’re their only living child.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, you heard him right. I did have another sibling. Two to be exact. Twin younger sisters. Problem is for some ironic reasons they both had holes in their hearts. What are the odds of that? Christina Abigail, and Alisha Lynn. I was thirteen when my mother had them. Christina died shortly after birth, and Alisha passed away two years later. I blamed my mom at the time because I thought that if she hadn’t had them when she was older then they would have been fine. Things were never the same between my mother and I after Alisha died. Just two years ago. “They left you the house, the money, the cars. All of it. They also expressed their wish that I be the one to take care of you. It seems to me though that you have managed very well on your own. So, Max?”

“Yes sir?”

“Haha. Sir. Hmm… my own daughter’s boyfriend doesn’t even call me that. Anyway, I’m leaving her in your care. She’s turning eighteen in a matter of months anyway and it would be pointless for my trying to keep tabs on her. However, if I do find out she’s been truant I will make her live beneath my roof. Basically stay responsible and you are an adult. Deal?”

I knew there was a reason why I liked him the best. Aside from the fact that he is my only uncle. I say thank you and give him a hug goodbye.

When we get back to the house I kick off my shoes and trade the black dress, for a pair of worn in jeans and a tee.

I don’t know if it’s the funeral or what, but I feel a bit more at ease. I don’t have this unbelievable urge to cry anymore. Sure it’s still depressing to see all of my parents things left like they just went on one of their many vacations, but it’s also comforting. Familiar scents and whatnot. When I go downstairs I find Max, he’s sitting at the counter in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice, staring out the door leading to the deck.

He’s lost his tie and unbuttoned the few top buttons. I like this, I like it just being Max and I. It’s just sad that it had to come at the expense of my parents lives.

I hug his back and kiss his neck. He smells so good. I love the way he smells. And I love the fact that now when I go to bed I can smell him on my pillows. Of course, with what has been happening lately I haven’t been able to tell him that.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For staying with me through this. My mood swings. I know it couldn’t have been your slice of cherry pie.”

He smiles and says, “You’re welcome.”

I push his drink out of the way and hop up on the counter so that he’s between my legs.

Max gets the goofiest grin on his face as he reads my shirt. As he reads the lines his finger lightly brushes over them. Oh boy, here we go.

“Boys are great, every girl should own one.”

“You betcha. As long as they’re like you.” I honestly don’t think he has the slightest idea of the effects he has on my body. He reaches around to pull me onto his lap, and I just found out the effects I have on his.

Now see, for the past week, give or take a day or two, we have done nothing sexual. I asked a couple of times, but he said no. That it wasn’t the right time. It’s not like I was insecure about his wanting me, because his body always told me otherwise, but he merely told me it wasn’t right and that he’d be taking advantage of me. Just another thing to add to the already too large list of reasons why I love this man as much as I do. But now, now that I can still inhale the scent of his cologne, now that I am not crying, and now that I realize just how great he is, I’m ready.

Max’s Point of View

I love this girl. She’s strong, responsible, smart, and sexy as hell. Only one thing wrong. I have no idea why she keeps her hair up. Pulling on the elastic band thingie I let her hair down. As it falls to frame her face I can smell the sweet strawberry shampoo that she uses.

With my hands still wrapped in her hair I pull her face down to mine to steal a kiss. Once we get into it a bit more and the kiss gets more passionate I let my hands fall from her hair to her waist. The smooth skin is a pleasure to my senses as I knead it. Oh yeah. I definitely missed this.

Liz pulls back, leaving me dazed and I can only watch as she discards her shirt. How could I have possibly missed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra? She leans in and I kiss her again, bringing my hands up to cup her breasts. I swear they were made just to fit in the palms of my hands.


Too good to be true? Exactly.

Liz’s Point of View

I swear, if it is those damn girl scouts knocking on my door I am going to kick some little girl ass.

“I’ll get it.” Max says as he places me back on the counter and tosses me my shirt.

The only other person that it could possibly be is Kyle, but I thought that the earliest he was able to get here was tomorrow afternoon.

Just then I hear Max say “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Who the hell is it?

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:17:47 AM
Chapter Thirty One
Max’s Point of View

I look through the peephole and there is some guy and I swear if he’s trying to sell a vacuum I am going to hit something.

The person knocks just as I’m turning the knob. Let’s see what’s behind door number one.

“Hello?” Damn. He looks like he could be related to me. It’s freaky to know with a few changes I could look like that. Look! I’m visibly shuddering.

“Hi. Where’s Liz?”

“How do you even know you don’t have the wrong house?”

“I just know. Liz? Are you in there?”

“And who the hell do you think you are?”

“Zan. Boyfriend.”

Zan? Back pocket Zan?

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I guess if you want to be technical, I’m an ex.”

“No shit.” I swear I’m about to deck this guy. His cocky grin and just the air about him disturbs me. Don’t ask me why because then you’ll never get me to shut up.

“Max? Just tell them we don’t want any!”

Before I get to yell for Liz to come here, Zan yells to her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to at least see the goods first?”


Seconds later Liz is out in the hall standing next to me. The look of disbelief is blatantly obvious as it’s plastered on her face.

“Zan, what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have a concert to be at? Some teeny boppers to entertain?”

“You sing with me not even two weeks ago and then I never here a word from you. I’m hurt Liz.” He pulls the overdramatic bullshit and presses his hand over his heart. Maybe I should help him along and rip that tongue ring out, maybe the lip ring? It’ll get him closer to being hurt.

“I had no reason to call.”

“Not even to inform me of Nancy and Jeff’s death?”

Liz’s face crumbles and of course Zan rushes to her to make her more comfortable. I’m sure that’s all he’s trying to do. Ughh. Whatever. While Zan leads her to the living room I go get a couple cans of soda. I debate whether or not to put arsenic in Zan’s but then decide for the latter. Don’t need a dead body on my hands.

A half an hour later Liz is sitting on my lap, talking with Zan while I play with her hair. I really have nothing to contribute to the conversation. They’re talking about the past. The past that I wasn’t part of. They have quite the history. They only dated for a few months because Zan’s band made it big and Liz wasn’t comfortable. Turns out her parents thought he was the best thing that ever walked the earth next to their daughter. Zan and Liz grew up with Viv and Kyle, but eventually Zan went on to the singing career, and Kyle and Viv went off to college. Leaving Liz to deal with her parents alone. She said she knew her parents loved her but she had a hard time always feeling it.

Liz’s stomach growls and she starts laughing hysterically. “I see I finally got my appetite back.”

“Well, I’ll go order something. You want pizza?”

‘That sounds gre-“

“How about we all go to Sugar? You’ve always loved that place, Liz.”

“I don’t kn-“

“It’s my treat, and I’ll be honest with you, I won’t take no for an answer.”

What the hell is Sugar?

As much as I want to tell him hell no, when I look over at Liz her face is lit up like a kid who just discovered what a lollipop is.

“Max? Can we?”

“You don’t need my say so. I’ll do anything you want.”

Basically the restaurant is a place that sells mostly desserts. You’d think it was a candy store if there weren’t booths packed to the max.

Ice creams, cakes, pies, and every topping imaginable to put on pancakes and waffles and other signature concoctions are listed on a colorful board in the waiting area.

Then below there is a smaller sign that says, “For those cursed with bland taste buds” and it has a list of burgers and other dishes. No mother in their mother would bring her kid here. They’d leave on a permanent sugar rush.

A waitress notices Zan and leads us to a table towards the back immediately.

After silently battling it out with Zan to sit next to Liz, I win and we begin to eat what we ordered. Liz has waffles with a mixture of different candies and things on it. Zan well, he has a burger. Me? I have chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, topped with cherries, and strawberry syrup. Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Great lunch huh?

Zan keeps insisting he’ll pay. When will he understand that I can afford to pay for it. Let the little guy do it for once alright? Just because he tows in millions of dollars off of a cheesy tune, and has credit cards up to wazoo doesn’t mean squat.

Liz shrieks and starts hyperventilating. What the-? Just then I hear the music getting louder as everyone quiets down.

“Leather Skin
Lately it's what I've been thinking about
This alien girl from above
We can share our love

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

Venusian Queen
You're so bright the sun gets mean
I swear it's a dream
But I pinch myself and your still green

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

I'm head over heels for this space case
Something rhymes and no one fades

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human

My head's spinning
Around the world and back again

I got it good for a woman
She's something else
She's not quite human”


Liz gets up and rushes around to the other side of the booth. Her arms go around Zan and she gives him a huge hug.

“You finished it! I can’t believe you actually did that? That song was supposed to be a joke!”

“It seemed to go over well with the little crowds we played it for so it’s gonna be on our next cd.”

This is my cue to get my ass in gear. Looking up I catch the waitresses eye and excuse myself to deaf ears. I get up and catch the waitresses arm and ask her for the bill. I go up to the register and pay. I had to. I couldn’t let him one up me.

When I get back Liz has calmed down and Zan’s on the phone. His gaze flies to whatever’s outside and he hangs up.

“I hate to do this Elizabeth but it turns out the press found out that I’m here. I know how much you hate the press. So, I’ll just go pay and I’ll be on my way.” Zan leans down and kisses Liz on the cheek. I’ll tell you one thing, this guy has definitely got a set of balls.

We watch as Zan goes to pay but is told that it’s not needed. He looks over and well, let’s just say that if looks could kill I’d be dead a few times over. He signs a slip of paper and walks out and gets in his limo.

“Max? What was that all about?”

“I have no clue.”

The thought doesn’t really embed itself into her worries and she’s already on to a new topic.



“Do you wanna do something?”

“Sure. You’re gonna have to pick though. It’s your town.”

“How about bowling? We can go to the movies, or we could just rent a few movies. What do you say?”

“Well, personally I’d like to just rent movies. Being all alone with you sounds really good right about now.”

“I know. I’m sorry about that. I honestly wasn’t expecting Zan to show up like that. But thank you for being so understanding. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how do plan on doing that?”

“I’m a lady Mister Evans. I can’t say those things in public.”

“Bullshit. But if that’s the case then I guess I better hurry up and get you alone.” She stands up and kisses me before taking my hand as we walk out.

Liz’s point of View

I have to admit I’m more than eager to be all alone with Max. It was nice to catch up with Zan, but I could tell Max and him were competing. It’s just a shame that Max feels like he should. I’ll have to make sure he knows that he doesn’t later. Oh the evil things going through my head.

We end up going home with three movies. American Pie 2, Bubble boy, and at my persistence, Shrek. What can I say? I love the movie.

Max’s Point of View

I didn’t have the heart to tell Liz I hate Shrek. I tried playing off that I merely don’t like Disney movies in general, but that’s not true. You’ve got to love the classics. It’s not like I’m even watching the movie anyway. Liz is laying on top of me on the couch and she’s watching that odd green ogre thing, and that talking jackass. The only amusing thing is that if you say the lords name quickly a few times you end up saying fuckwad. Seriously, try it. Farquad, farquad, farquad, fuckwad. Ha! It gets you every time. While she’s watching that, I’m watching her. The way her nose crinkles when she laughs, the way she smiles when she tries not to laugh, the way she snorts when she gets laughing really hard, all reasons contributing to the already very long list of reasons why I love her.

When she’s been quiet for a little bit, I bring my hand up to run through her hair.


No answer.

“Liz, baby?”

Hearing a whimper, I reach for the remote and turn off the movie. I kiss the crown of her head and whisper, “I love you.”

“Forever.” Even in her sleep she responds. I don’t think I can live without her. Not anymore.

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:19:01 AM
Chapter Thirty-Two
Liz’s Point of View

I wake up in Max’s arms and I can’t help but snuggle in, in an attempt to hide from the sun’s rays already seeping into my room from between my blinds. I throw my legs over his, and bury my face into his neck. He smells unbelievably sexy. All those nights I spent in his arms I never once tried anything with him? What? Was I on crack? And not once did he take advantage of me either. Huh. Maybe I don’t give him enough credit.

Lifting my head up, I whisper in Max’s ear. “Max? Baby? Wakey, wakey. I promised you a little something, remember?”

Max makes some sort of groaning sound and tries to slap me away.

Did he-? Un-uh. No, I don’t think so!

Lightly placing kisses down his bare chest I try to wake him again.

Once again he swats me away, “Not now.”

What? Is he turning me down? Oh, he’s lucky he’s sleeping.

“Oh, Ma-ax.”

My hand dips just below the band of his boxers and slide them down. I swear this man can sleep through anything. Well, I know at least one part of him is awake. My left hand travels further down and wraps around his arousal.

“Max?” I ask as I lightly stroke him. “Max, make love to me?”

He sits up unbelievably fast causing my grip on him to tighten a little. He obviously doesn’t mind the extra friction when he moans.

“What a way to wake up.” His voice is raspy from just waking up, or is it because of the way he woke up. His voice even contained that nervous laugh he has. His smile is hesitant as he looks at me. I remove my hand and climb on to his lap.

“I meant it.”

“You- you want-.”

“I want the man I love, to make love to me.”

“God, I love you.” His hands come up to cradle my face, and the look in his eyes causes something inside of me to do flip flops. He looks at me as if I’m the only person. Well, that may be do to the fact that I am the only other person in this room, but something tells me it isn’t.

I lean into him and kiss him with everything I have. He’s so perfect, he doesn’t even have nasty morning breath. But maybe I do. Eeewww. I start to pull back, but Max’s hands slide down to my bottom and pulls me up against his erection.

“Somebody didn’t put pants on me last night.” I say in an accusatory tone of voice, as his hands knead the bare flesh of my thighs.

“You’re a big girl. If you don’t like the way I dress you, you’re more than capable of dressing yourself.”

His hands move up to rest on my ribcage, letting his thumbs brush over my bare breasts.
I moan and lift my body high enough off of him to let the tip of his arousal to run over the silky smooth cloth covering my wet heat.

“Are you positive you want to do this, Liz?”

“Yes.” Good girl. I deserve a treat for even being able to think.

Max rolls me onto my back and removes my night shirt. He kisses me softly on the lips before moving his delicious mouth down to my breasts. He takes the first one in his mouth, lightly nipping and sucking. My hands tangle themselves in his hair to hold him close to me. I never want him to stop.

One of his hands slides around my waist and presses my body closer to his. He trails hot open mouthed kisses down my tummy and dips his tongue into my belly button. I never understood how erotic that one movement could be until now. Max swiftly removes my panties, licking and placing wet kisses along the inside of my thighs.

My hands travel down to pull him back up to me, but he gently takes both of my wrists in his hands and place them on my hips, keeping them in place with his own.



His mouth moves to my wet core and begins to lap up the liquid that has seeped onto my thighs. My hips involuntarily move upward to get closer to that magical mouth of his, but with his hands still firmly holding mine, he pushes me down onto the bed.

His tongue flicks over my sensitive nub, and I can hear myself breathing heavily. But those breathy moans turn into small cries of pleasure when he plunges his tongue deep into my passage.

But just as quickly as he started, he stops. He brings himself back up so that his face is even with mine. His tongue traces my bottom lip then slides into my mouth. I can taste myself in the kiss.

“Do you know how good you taste?”

“Max, please!”

“Please what?”

“I need to feel you.”

His cock slides between my folds and rubs the length of my slit.

“Like this?”

“More.” Ugh. I’m back to whining.

He rubs his lips over mine, “I love you, Liz.” Then at the same time, he glides his cock slowly inside of me and kisses me .

I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

Max’s Point of View

When I reach Liz’s barrier, I stop. I still can’t believe I’m inside of her. She’s absolutely perfect. Her body fits perfectly with mine.



Quickly I slide back out, and I can hear Liz moan.


I reach over to her night stand and open the drawer. My hand blindly searches for the wrapper that need. I have I within my grasp within seconds a sit back to put it on.

“Max? Stop.”


“Like I said before, I want to feel you. You. Not that piece of latex. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

She takes it out of my hand and tosses it across her room, and lays back down pulling me with her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, leaving me to wonder just how flexible this girl is. The position we’re in places my dick right at her entrance. My imagination brings me back to thinking of the small taste I’ve had of her. Remembering how snug she held me inside of her, how hot, and wet she was. I groan and slide back in, except this time I don’t stop.

After breaking through I hold myself still, to let her adjust. I place kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her mouth. I wish I could take the pain from her, but unfortunately I wasn’t born with the power of healing.

“I love you so much.”

She slightly moves her hips, and I start a slow, steady pace. Liz’s arms go around my neck, and presses her upper body more fully against mine.

I start to feel myself getting close, and I want her to go over the edge with me. I slide a hand between our bodies, and rub a thumb over her clit in circular motions. As soon as Liz’s inner walls clamp down around me, I start thrusting faster and deeper. My name on her lips sends me over the edge and I spill myself into her. She holds me close to her until the edge subsides a bit. Her legs finally unwrap and I move off of her.

As the sweat starts to dry I pull the covers up over our bodies. Liz lays her head on my chest and traces some sort of shapes on my stomach with her fingertips.



“Thank you.”

Kissing the crown of her head, I ask what for.


“Everything. Liz, I’m not doing anything I don’t want to, really.”

“I know. But we spent how many nights in this bed together, and not once did you try to do anything.”


“Well…. What?”

“I have to admit to something. One night, I woke up and my hand was under your top.”

“How could you?”

“How could I not?”

Liz laughs and lightly pinches my nipple.



“How would you like it if I did that to you?” I start moving my hand towards one of her nipples. But, of course, just before I get to it the phone rings. “Oh, let’s see who saved you.”

Liz moves off the bed to grab her phone. “Hello?”

Damn she has a cute ass. I get up and walk behind her .

“Oh! Hi Kyle…. You’ll be landing soon? Oh, yeah we’ll be there to pick you up…. Of course we didn’t forget.”

I slide my hands around her tiny frame up to cup her breasts. Her voice squeaks when she talks about Zan coming to visit.

“Look, Kyle. I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got to go. No, I’m not telling. I’ll see later. Love ya too. Bye.”

“Love ya too.” I mimic.

“Oh… is my baby’s ego bruised. You know I love you more.” She turns and kisses me on the lips. “How about carrying me to the shower?”

“Why? Does-“

“It’s not that bad. But I know something that will make me feel all better.”

“Oh really?” I ask as I pick her up, her arms go around my neck and her legs around my waist.


“Well what are we waiting for?”

“Hell if I know.” I kiss her one more time before heading to the bathroom.

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:20:07 AM
Chapter Thirty Three
Max’s Point of View

“Kyle!” Liz jumps out of the car and runs to Kyle. If I were anyone else I would have thought they were a couple that’s been kept apart way too long. It’s a good thing I have a good sized ego. Not too big, not too small. Ummm…. Yeah.

They make their way over, Kyle carrying his duffel bag, and Liz walking giddily beside him. It’s mesmerizing to just watch Liz. The way her hair swings back and forth, the animated expression on her face, the child-like way her hands are curled into fists by her side. But the one thing that really reminds me of why she has grown to be a major part of my life is when she trips over her own feet, and doesn’t even seem embarrassed.

Kyle throws his bag in the trunk while Liz jumps in the passenger’s side. She turns to me, plants a kiss on my lips and tells me she loves me. Like every time she says those words I grin. I can’t get tired of it.

“I love you too.” I kiss her, getting interrupted by Kyle loudly clearing his throat. Followed by an “icky” that should could have possibly been a two year old.

Liz reaches back and I hear a slight thud as she backhands him across the chest.


“So, Kyle. How’ve you been?”

“All right. A little bummed that I wasn’t around for Liz when everything happened, but other that that I guess I’m all right. You?”

I slide my hand into Liz’s and pull onto the highway. “Perfect. Well, considering, you know.”

“That’s good. Hey, Liz have you seen Vivian at all?”

“Not really. Haven’t heard a peep.” Isn’t that the one Liz saw with that short red head? “She should be home though, so you know.” Liz squeezes my hand and leans her head back, changing the subject.

Their conversation changes into playful banter. While Liz gives me directions to Kyle’s house.

When we drop Kyle off I can visibly see a change in Liz when she sees his parents anxiously awaiting his arrival. I kiss the palm of her hand, and she rewards me with a smile.

Liz’s Point of View

“Thank you for not saying anything to Kyle about Viv.”

“No problem, what I don’t understand is why you wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him about it. You being his best friend and all.”

“It’s not my place to tell.”


Max’s thumb rubs small circles on the back of my hand. He pulls me onto his lap, sitting on the couch.

“Liz, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

What? What! “Shoot.”

“Uumm… I guess there really is no great way to say this but, will you please answer me honestly?” I nod my head and snuggle in a bit closer. “Are you an only sibling?”

Ouch. I pull back and tuck my hair behind my ears. Well, that’s definitely what I wanted to hear.

“No, no. Max just no. I don’t want to talk about it.”


“No, Max. Let’s not.”

I stand up and move over to the recliner.

How do you tell someone you’ve outlived your entire family? I’ve outlived my parents, all four of my grandparents, and my baby sisters. They’re all gone. Hell I have only four aunts and uncles, put together.

“Liz, babe. You don’t have to talk about it right now. I just-“

“You just what, Max? You just want to know my life story? I have two sisters, just like I have two parents. They may be dead, but they’re still mine. They would have been two years old by now. I don’t know. I guess my parents wanted more than just me. Once I hit six they started trying to have another baby. Years after they gave up hope, voila! Happy twelfth birthday, you’re going to have a little brother or sister. My mom was elated. She didn’t even listen to what the doctor’s had to say about possible complications a woman at her age might have. Not even when she found out she was having twins. The guest room? Two years ago it was filled with teddy bears, cribs, toys, and two changing tables. You should have seen it, it was so full of life.”

Max walks over to me and holds his hand out to me. His body is a mess through my tear filled eyes. They’re stinging, but I refuse to let them fall. It’s been forever since I’ve cried over this. But as soon as I fling myself into his embrace I let them fall. I tell him how they passed away. How Christina died hours after she was brought into this world, and how two years later Alisha died of the same complications. Identical twins, identical illnesses. Huh. I told Max about how I blamed my mom, “ I told her it was all her fault. She was too selfish, too uncaring, she should have been more careful. It wasn’t really her fault. Not that it matters now anyway.”

“Liz, you were both hurt. You acted in the only way you knew how. Unfortunately you never got to correct yourself.” His amber eyes are fixed solely on me, but I don’t think he’s actually looking at me.

“Max? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I, uh… I just think I need to give my parents a call.”

“Yeah, you should.”

He kisses my forehead and he walks into the kitchen.

“Mind if I use your phone?” I smile and walk in after him.

“As Faith once said, Want. Take. Have.”

He grins at me and says he’ll have to try it out later.


“Hell yes.” Max’s smile turns me into putty. I grab a couple cookies and walk out to the living room. It’s amazing how much better I feel now that I’ve been able to let all that out. I curl up on the couch and flip on the television.

Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! You were so bad in bed you made me a lesbian/homosexual.

Haha! You’ve got to love Jerry.

Max’s Point of View


“Hey, mom?”

“Max! Honey are you okay?”

“I’m fine, ma.”

“When are you coming home? We miss you, I mean you come home after a year, and then you run off with the first girl you see.”

“You’re the one that sent her away.”

“Yes, I sent HER away. Not you. Just how long have you known her anyway?”

“Long enough to know I’m in love with her.”

“Sweetie, you’re too young to be throwing like that around. Those are strong words that have the capability of hurting you or the one you say them to.”

“Mom, I know how I feel. Nothing you say can or will change that.” I peek around the corner and watch Liz laugh hysterically at something on T.V. and pick tiny cookie crumbs off of her shirt, and I smile.

“Fine, if you’re so sure of your feelings towards her then you won’t mind coming out here to pay your own parents a visit.”

“Fine, I’ll just ask-“

“No Max. You live your life she-“

“Mom, I love you but I am not leaving Liz.”

“I’m not asking you to leave your girlfriend, all I’m saying is that… Just take some time to come out and see your family alone.”

“We’ll see. Look, I just called to let you know I’m all right. But if you’re going to sit there and preach to me about my supposedly poor decisions, I’m going to go. I have less aggravating things I could be doing.”

“Max, how practical is it for you to be living out there? What are you going to do? Live off of the money her parents left her? You’re too young to be out living with a girl. You can’t support yourselves-“

“Mom, believe it or not I can get a job. Besides I’m going for my GED in a few weeks and-“

“That’s another thing, what about college? Surely you two can’t afford that.”

“Is it possible for you to be supportive? Just this once? I’ll visit you guys soon enough. Send my love to Dad and Amber, tell her I’ll give her a call later. Bye mom.”

I hang up the phone and lean against the doorway and look at Liz, strewn across the couch, still laughing at the show.

There is absolutely no way I can leave that girl.

“Max?” I shake my head and focus on her.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“So, things went well with your mom?” She moves her body closer to mine and runs her hands over my chest, licking her lips. Went well with who?

“As well as can be expected I guess.” A frown begins to form on her face, and I dip my head taking her mouth in a heated kiss. “No frowns, only smiles.”

“You wanna give me a reason to smile?” She asked biting her bottom lip.

“You bet your hot little ass I do.” I bring my hands down her back to cup her firm ass and lift her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her mouth kisses along my jaw as I lower her down onto the couch.

“So you’re not going to leave me?”

“You heard?” She bites her lip again and looks up at me, nodding her head. “Then you surely heard me say no.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts. I love you, I’m not leaving you.”

Her face lights up and she says, “I love you too.” There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes as she stands on the couch and pushes me down onto it, before straddling my legs. Hel-lo! She rocks her hips against mine, brushing my arousal. I groan and my fingers slide beneath her top, running over the soft smooth skin of her back. Her tongue clashes with mine, fighting for dominance. When my thumb brushes over her ribcage she removes my hands.

“I want to have fun.” She smirks before pulling my shirt over my head, and doing the same to hers, before slowly taking her bra off. She presses her chest against mine, her hardened nipples running along my skin, with every movement of her hips grinding against my arousal.

I clench my fists around a corner of a cushion. She’s too tempting. I begin to lift my hands to caress her, but she stops me.

“Nuh-uh. Try that again and bad things will happen.”



So, of course I had to. As soon as her tongue flicks my collar bone my hands come up. She doesn’t stop me though.


No friggin way.

“Leave it.”

She rocks against my erection one more time before happily jumping to answer the phone.


“Why didn’t you tell me?” Damn. Kyle. Liz mutters something into the phone and I pull her back onto my lap. Kyle calms down a bit, or at least enough to keep his voice to a level where I can’t hear it. My hands knead her breasts as she continues to reassure Kyle. I let one hand drift down to cup her bottom, pressing her closer to me and up a little higher. I take one of her rosy peaks into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and Liz let’s out a sigh.

“All right! Max! Leave her alone! I need her full attention for my pity party.”

I chuckle and Liz moans again.

“I mean it Max! Otherwise I might find the need to sleep over!”

I quickly let go and lift her off of my lap, placing her beside me. I toss her shirt towards her, and walk into the kitchen.

I can wait.

No I can’t.

Sure you can Max. Just think , it means he won’t be sleeping over. I look at her as she stares back at me with hunger in her eyes. Still topless.

Ughh. It’s for the greater good, right?

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:21:19 AM
Chapter Thirty Four
Liz’s Point of View

“I love you so much.” I say as I cling to Max’s tired body.

“I know.” He laughs and I just playfully hit him.

“Always so violent.” He slides a finger beneath my chin and lifts my head, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too.”

“I know.” I breathe out. “We eventually have to get out of this bed. I mean there are so many other rooms to have fun in. Like, there’s always the pool table in the basement.”

“Unfortunately you have to let me sleep sometime tonight. Just like you should.”


“School tomorrow.” Oh yeah. Forgot about that pesky little thing.

“Can’t we play hookie?”

“Don’t I wish.”

Not only would I rather stay home and make love to this man forever, but I really don’t want to go. I don’t want to have to deal with all those fake people who will give me nothing but pity. That and I don’t want to share Max with the rest of the school population.

How is he going to school? His parents worked out a deal with the board of education in California and New Mexico. Since he finished half his senior school year he could continue the school year this year and graduate. Unfortunately he needs all A’s to keep up his end of the bargain. I never thought the boards would go for it, but his Dad is one hell of a lawyer. Considering he still can’t find a rational side to Max and I being together that is.

Max’s Point of View

I hate seeing Liz like this. She’s unsure of herself. I’ve never seen her this distraught about anything besides her parents’ deaths.

“What do you think? The orange too bright?” She asks as she holds out pale orange halter. I make a face, just because I know if she wears it I will think about nothing but her all day. She must take it the wrong way because she quickly discards it in the ever growing pile of clothes at my feet. “How about the pink?” It’s not like it’s her first day at school, I don’t understand girls. Do they do this every day? Because this could suck. I get yelled at if I make the wrong face for an outfit, but if I say I like it then she starts complaining that I’m being agreeable. But isn’t that what they want? To be right? To be assured that they look great? I just don’t get it. “I could always wear my navy blue tank with my jeans and we’d almost match. Wait? We can’t match. It would almost be too Bobsey twins.” I stand up and straighten out my jeans and unbutton the top buttons of my shirt. This must be why we woke up three hours before school starts. We’ve got an hour and the only thing she has decided is what kind of soap and shampoo she wanted to use.

“Liz, you’ll look great in any of those clothes. Just don’t choose anything too… provocative. Namely that blue halter you tried on. Just remember we have three classes together and I need to be able to concentrate so that I can get the credits, okay?”

Liz looks at the clock and then back up at me. “We need more time tomorrow.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you should decide what you’ll where at night?”

She looks at me like I’ve said something wrong.

“No, because I never know what my hair will look like in the morning. But if you keep looking so damn sexy everyday we’ll need the extra time in the morning to… get relaxed.” She kisses my cheek and rummages through her closet. My stomach growls and I slip out of our bedroom and go down into the kitchen to grab a bowl of Lucky Charms and a glass of orange juice. Ten minutes later Liz practically runs down the stairs dressed in the very first outfit she had tried on this morning. I chuckle and put my dishes in the sink. She still insists on rinsing everything before putting it in the dishwasher. She still doesn’t see the irony in it.

“So, do I get a special tour of the school?” I quirk one eyebrow at her as she scarfs down her cereal.

“Of course, I can show you the senior lounge. It’s got a very cushiony couch and barely any teachers go by during first period. Which we both just happen to have off.” She grins at me before getting up and walking over to stand in front of me. God damn.

“Look Liz. We really should-“

“Don’t worry about it. I won’t jump you right now. Can’t smudge the lipstick.” At the mention of lips my eyes drop down and watch her pouty lips as she speaks. Just because of that comment I pull her body to mine and hungrily take her lips. She pulls back, laughing. “You are such a horny teenager.”

“You’re really one to talk.”

“Hmm… You ready to get going? I’ll show you where all your classes are.” She quickly wipes off the rest of her lipstick before sliding on a pair of sandals and grabbing her keys.

I run a hand across my mouth and remove the lipstick she left on me.

Liz’s Point of View

When we get to school my usual parking space is taken. It’s a brand new car. Whosever it is better remember the space was mine. Instead I park at the end as far away from the office as we can get. It’ll buy me some alone time with Max.

He puts up a good front, but I can tell he’s got to feel awkward. It’s been a year since he’s been to school, and now to start it back up again, in a completely different state may I remind you, has got to be taking its toll on him.

“Max?” He stops staring at the dashboard long enough to glance at me. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” He pastes a half smile on his face and gets out of the car.

Max’s Point of View

As we walk into the school hallway I almost expect music to start blaring. You know, the kind that signifies something new starting, right before the character goes and walks into a door, or is hit by a locker door swinging open. I look around and there are clumps of kids scattered everywhere. Over hiding in a corner are kids decked out in black that look an awful lot like the group I used to hang out with in New York.

Across the hallway there are the kids in polo’s and khaki’s snickering at their peers. Typical high school.

“So, which one are you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Which group do you hang out with?”

“You already met him. Kyle. Other than him, anyone who comes up to me.” What she doesn’t realize is that Kyle doesn’t count. He’s in college. This must be what she was talking about. She told me she didn’t have any real friends, she must have meant no real group. The way she acts puts her in with pretty much everyone. She’s got that attitude of one, and the looks and style of another. “But I will let you in on a little secret, there’s an elite group of the science geeks like me who hang out in the lounge during fifth. She grabs my hand and leads me into a room with posters emphasizing grammar on the wall.

“This here would be Mr. Kaszycki. Probably the only teacher in the whole school that will give a hoot about a new student.”

“I don’t have English until third, why are you making me meet him now?”

“If you introduce yourself to him you may not need to get up in front of the class later.” I look at the young male dressed down compared to most teachers and offer my hand.

“Max Evans.”

He looks over at Liz, “A friend of yours I presume?”

“Yes. He has you-“

“Third, I noticed a new student on my roll this morning. Nice to see a new face, without piercings and various colors that is.”

He doesn’t seem that bad. He seems more down to earth than teachers are supposed to be. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It’s just odd seeing a teacher that isn’t old and pruny. Hey, I come from Roswell remember? The place is so friggin small you have the same teacher through-out most of your education.

Liz pulls the teacher aside and I’m left wandering by the door browsing through the collection of classic novels he has in a bookcase.

I pick up a book that is so worn out that the paperback’s cover has fallen off. Just as I flip it over to read the back a body brushes by mine. One problem it’s not Liz. Nope, this girl is too tall. A throaty voice comes from right next to my ear, “Great read if I do say so myself.”

I turn around to find myself face to face with a tall, busty, blonde wearing a bit too much make-up and a fake smile that I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she had surgery to have perfected. She holds out a hand, “I’m Pam.” Really? I couldn’t tell from that diamond necklace spelling it out for me, it is only a mere inch from my face anyway.

“Max.” She slips her hand into mine and lightly shakes it.

“So, your new here right?”

“Yeah?” This chick is scaring me.

“Well, I could show you around if you like?” She bats her eyelashes quickly and I swear it looks like she has something stuck in her eye. She clasps her hands behind her back and pushes her chest out a bit further. She really doesn’t need to do that. It’ll make me…

“You really don’t need to do that.” Shit! Did I say that out loud?

“Don’t be silly!” She laughs out loud. I guess she thought I was answering her question. Huh. Blonde.

Some people’s kids. I think as I shake my head and walk away to find Liz.

posted on 29-Jul-2002 11:22:33 AM
Chapter Thirty Five
Max’s Point of View

“So, how’s your day going so far?” I look up at Liz and roll my eyes. She has no idea how today has been going. Pulling a couple strips of paper from my back pocket, I watch as Liz’s eyes get big and her hands start getting a bit grabby.

“What are those?”

I just smile. See? This is me being a freakin’ genius. I saved these phone numbers, just so I can throw them away in front of Liz of course. Why would I want to make her jealous? Because, I’ve learned that unless a female actually sees you doing something that monumental, it didn’t happen. “Ohhhh, just a couple of phone numbers. You L.A. girls are very persistent.

And three. Two. One.


“Umm… just let me see, there’s Pam, and uh, Sara? Is that her name? She has nice handwriting.” Liz just shakes her head and makes a sound of disgust. Grinning, I pull Liz close to me and make a big show of tossing the numbers in the trash can.

I kiss the crown of her head and pull her along with me to a spot shaded by a large oak tree.

“Wait! I’m hungry.” Liz exclaims. She doesn’t sound too convincing though as I continue to nip at her neck. I think I picked the perfect spot to spend lunch this afternoon, blocked from prying eyes by the tree.

“Yeah, yeah. What else is new?”

“Dweeb, that’s really not something you want to say to a female.”

“You love me and you know it.” She pulls back and looks at me with a mock glare.

“Nuh-uh! Not unless-“ I start sliding a tray around from the side of the tree. “You. Have. Food.” Liz isn’t even paying any attention to me. I could slowly start transforming into a little green alien, and she wouldn’t know the difference. Nope, not even on her radar anymore. I hand her the turkey sandwich, I had picked up earlier, and she quickly unwraps it. She could give those guys who can swallow chickens whole a run for their money. And I don’t know where she puts it all because I have thoroughly searched every inch of her and she’s still perfect. “I don’t know what I want more, you? Or this sandwich?” She says as she quickly takes another bite. I laugh, just because I know she’s probably serious.

She answered that question fairly quickly, when she finished off the first half and didn’t even bother to say anything before picking up the second. See what happens when you don’t eat breakfast?

“So, I’ve told you about how my day has been going, what about you?” Her face drops at my question, and so does my stomach. I know that look. But she rapidly recovers and she puts on a fake smile saying it was ‘fine’.

“Fine?” I watch as Liz’s eyes begin to fill with tears, and she crawls on my lap hugging her body to mine. “Liz?” When she doesn’t answer me I cup her face in my hands and gently lift her head to look at her.

“Before… well… Every Monday I call- called my parents, you know? Just to remind them that I had to stay after so I would be late in getting home. Not that it really mattered to them. They’d always forget that I had practice or conditioning. Well, anyway during mod four I used the phone and called the house, not even thinking. When the answering machine picked up and my Dad’s voice came on I lost it. I realized I had started to forget the sound of their voices. Then it hit me. They’re not there. They don’t care if I’m late. I could never come home and they’d be none the wiser. It had never occurred to me that I may want to change the message.”

Liz’s Point of View

When I pulled back from Max, I noticed all the attention I had drawn towards us. He never noticed. All of his attention was on me. His hands brushed the tears from my cheeks, his lips lightly brushed over my forehead as he whispered soothing words to help calm me down. When the bell rang he was reluctant to let me go and head to his next class. But eventually he did.

Here I am now, bunched up on the grungy floor in the girl’s bathroom. Not crying, just avoiding people. My so-called friends have all been either sending sympathetic glances or muttering that they’re sorry as the pass me by in the hallways. No one will have an actual conversation aside from Max. You’d swear they think it’s contagious. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as lonely as I do at this moment.

“Liz?” Someone asks, knocking on the stall door. I crawl over and peer out. Keri is standing there looking down at me with a small smile.

What the hell? Keri was on the cheerleading squad with me, but don’t get me wrong, we’re not buddies. Actually, normally she’d go to the opposite end of the earth to steer clear of me. I guess I rub her the wrong way. Or maybe I’m just not peppy enough for her.

“Will you let me in?”

Ha… haha… huh?

“Hell no.” She sighs and plats her Gucci clad ass on the floor next to the stall.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need to talk about uh, well about-“

“Don’t walk on friggin eggshells, Keri. You heard my parents died, now you feel like doing some sort of community service by helping me feel better just so you can feel better about yourself. Well, sorry but it’s not something I want to talk about with a stranger.”

Keri stands up and walks towards the door. Told you!

“You know what Liz? The reason why I WANTED to come here and talk to you is because I know where you are. Before I moved here my parents did in a car crash. I was fifteen. The Archer’s are my foster parents. So, if you ever feel like coming off that damned high horse of yours, then maybe we can actually have a civil conversation.”

I hear the bathroom door swing open and I scramble to get out of the stall.

“Keri! Wait!” She stands in the doorway looking at me expectantly. Who would have thought that below all that cover-up and bleached blonde hair there would have been an actual person? Just because I don’t want to talk about the accident, it doesn’t mean we can’t talk. You could start by telling me what happened to Heather. She used to be a book worm, now she’s right up there with Pam Troy.”

“Then you can tell me all about this mysterious Max guy I saw you with at lunch. Deal?”

“Deal.” You know, Keri isn’t really as bad as I thought.

Max’s Point of View


I never liked calculus. It was more or less just one of those courses I meant to drop but never did because of the hot chick that sat next to me. The course itself is a piece of cake. Now don’t get me wrong there are a few attractive women in here, just none of them are MY attractive woman.

“Uh. Excuse me?” I look up at the person who has disrupted my thoughts. It turns out to be an average height redhead who seems to find the cover of her notebook to be the most exciting thing ever. “Um… Maxwell was it? Well, the bell rang about four minutes ago.” I take in my surroundings and new students are beginning to fill in the desks around me. I manage to mutter an “oh” before gathering my books and heading out into the hallway with.. uh…

“So, what’s your name?”

“Marina. Marina Diehl.”

“Well, Marina, I’m Max.” I say holding my hand out towards her. She firmly shakes my hand and I smile. It’s not too often a girl actually shakes your hand. Most of the time they lightly let it rest in yours.

She gives me a smile and starts to talk again. “So, you’re a transfer?”

“Roswell, New Mexico.”

“Seriously? I’m from Covina, I transferred just a couple of months ago.”

“So, what brought you here?”

“My father’s in the military. We travel quite a bit. What about you? What brought you all the way out to sunny California?”

I look up at the classroom door we’ve arrived at. “This would be my stop.”

“Mine too. There’s an empty seat next to me if you’d want to-“

“Thanks. But I’ve got a seat.”

Liz slightly waves at me to go sit next to her and Marina heads back there as well. So, imagine my surprise when Liz automatically grabs my hand.

Liz’s Point of View

Me? Jealous? Never! I’m appalled that you’d even think that! I mean so what?

So what if she has long red hair?

So what if she has larger boobs?

And so what if she has emerald eyes I would die for?

Looking over I watch as Max and Marina quickly jot down notes from the white board. I have no idea what Mrs. Markowski is blathering on about in the oh-so-interesting world of psychology. Probably another reason why someone would slip into the wonderful world of schizophrenia or paranoia. Anyway, whatever the reason, Max looks up at me and grins. Oh the nasty little thoughts that one gesture brings to mind. Suddenly I’m staring at the clock counting down the minutes until I get him alone.

Max’s Point of View

I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that. Marina is just plain freaking me out. I look over to Liz for some help but find her with a similar look in her eyes. Ummm….

“Liz!” Oh god. “I really- really-“ Ummm… what was I saying? Oh yeah. “I shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t be doing this. If anyone catches me- you! I mean you.. uh.. us, I’ll be kicked out.”

Huh? Did that even make any sense? Yes. “Yes. Liz, oh baby you gotta stop or I’ll-“

Liz’s tongue slides over the tip of my cock one more time before I lose it and thrust my hips forward as I come inside her hot mouth.

She just stands up grinning, while wiping her mouth. Umm.. what the hell am I supposed to say? Thank you? I love you? Umm….

As soon as I can actually breathe again, I fix my jeans and pull Liz up to meet my mouth. I can taste myself on her lips. She lets out a small laugh, “Was that good?”

“Not as good as what I REALLY want now, but it’ll tide me over until we get home.” I say as I smile back and begin to slowly place kisses along her neck. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were a cheerleader?”

“Because I’m not anymore. Season is over.”

“Please tell me you still have the uniform.”

She doesn’t even answer me. She merely raises an eyebrow and walks out of the room swaying her hips, leaving me all to myself and the eraser dust.

God Damn.