posted on 28-Nov-2001 11:56:59 PM
TITLE: Alternate Universe
AUTHOR: Soypet
EMAIL: shrtgrlskickass⊕aol.com
RATING: PG to PG-13 No one’s doing the nasty in my story. Hehehe… *big*
CATEGORY: Well, from the title, isn’t it obvious that it’s Alternate Universe? Hehehe… And it’s definitely a Max and Liz story. I’m a total dreamer! But others… well, all I can say is maybe… *big*
SUMMARY: Liz is a famous movie star who feels the need to do something different. So, she decides to try her luck in doing a television series.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! I know, I know, it’s sad. But truly, I’m only sixteen. No job. No cash. What do you expect?? Hehehe…


~ PROLOGUE ~


It was early March 2005, and Liz Parker was wrapped comfortably in her grandmother’s quilt, watching as the gray-blue sky darken with each passing minute. The glowing sun sunk lower and lower into the horizon and gave off sparkling colors reflected in the ocean waves.

And Liz Parker was just as dazzling as the sunset itself. Even clothed in sweats and a slightly faded long-sleeved t-shirt and her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail with a few strands of hair falling around her face here and there. But if she were to walk along the red carpet on Oscar night dressed in this attire, she’d be anything further from dazzling, as the press would say.

That’s why she loved being able to just sit on the balcony of her by-the-sea-shore home. She didn’t need to make herself up. She didn’t have the hungry masses of reporters screaming and shouting at her to pose and smile for the cameras. It were times like these were Elizabeth Parker could relax and be herself. Where she could just be Liz.

As the sky dramatically darkened, revealing the twinkling stars and the silvery moon above, Liz rose off her chair and began lighting the many strategically placed candles around her balcony. Before lounging back in her seat, she reached out to retrieve the script for a new show she’d be auditioning for.

The title: Roswell. A sci-fi drama.

Well, it was definitely something she hadn’t done before. Sci-fi really isn’t her thing, but it’d be interesting to see if she could pull it off. And that’s exactly the reason she had picked this show. Hopefully it’ll be a new experience and one where she can enjoy. But that’s also if she actually gets the part. The leading female, Cameron Reeves was who Liz was shooting for. She’d already read a brief description of Cameron’s character and Liz really liked her already. Reading over the script, she imagined herself as Cameron. Shy, yet confident in attitude. And strong in mind and heart.

After putting the script away and blowing out all the candles, Liz was ready for bed. She was anxious for her audition to get here and hoped that sleep would make it come quicker. So tomorrow would be the day where Liz Parker would step out of her normal of film and movies, to do television…


~ CHAPTER ONE ~


The brilliant morning light peeked through her white satin curtain sheets, giving the room a warm glow of sunshine. It was eleven o’clock in the morning and Liz had always been a late sleeper. Never waking before nine, unless there was someone there to wake her, of course.

Squinting her eyes and slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position on her bed, she raised her arms, stretched out her body and yawned silently. Looking at her clock by the bedside, Oh shit! She thought. Liz hastily jumped up off the bed, almost knocking over the glass of water by the bed with her sudden movement. Liz realized that she only had less than an hour before meeting Alex for lunch and then onto her audition.

Stepping into the shower for a quick rinse and shampoo, she allowed herself to calm down a bit. She brushed her teeth and did the whole morning ritual. Liz walked out in her pale pink terry cloth robe, hair wrapped up in a towel above her head and marched straight towards her walk-in closet full of luxurious gowns, fashionable clothes, all styles of shoes… in other words, a girl’s dream closet. Five minutes later, Liz stepped out with a white studded tube top, dark jean jacket with equally dark jean skirt, and her favorite flat sandals. Perfect! Not showy or flashy. And perfectly comfortable. She thought.

~~~


Twenty-five minutes later, makeup done and hair styled, Liz Parker was out her door and on the road on her way to meet up with her good friend, Alex Whitman. They’d met a year ago when he had crashed her twenty-first birthday party.

There she was, sitting on the beach looking up at the stars and out at the midnight waves of the ocean. She could hear the faint music of the DJ booming across the back lawn towards her and the seashore. Liz sat on the sand, reveling in the light breeze blowing off from the ocean, pulling gently at her chocolate tresses. She was a breathtaking sight to see. Liz had that old style glamour, movie star look. A definite classic beauty.

“Hey.” He said softly with a small smile on his face.

Liz turned around and smiled at this unfamiliar man.
Cute. She thought. “Hello. So, how are you enjoying the party?”

“Well, it’s fantastic. And definitely a magnificent night. But why would a extraordinarily stunning girl like you be sitting all alone out here when you can be the life of the party over there?” He asked, pointing in the direction of the partying crowd.

A light weary chuckle escaped her lips. “I’m Elizabeth Parker. I’ll always the center of attention. But I just felt today… I can have a little time to my self. Take a breather. You know?” Once again, she smiled at the man.

“Yeah.” Eyes understanding.

Liz grinned and asked, “Is that alright with you…? Uhh…”

He interrupted with, “The name’s Whitman. Alexander Whitman.” A wink and a smirk came her way.

“Oooh… going James Bond on me, huh?” Another light chuckle.

“Not exactly. I’m not as charming or good looking as Bond.” A amusingly sad puppy dog look passed over his face. “Plus, I don’t have nice gadgets, gorgeous women surrounding me twenty-four-seven, and nor do I live a dangerous life shooting guns, jumping out of planes, or wrecking perfectly nice and expensive cars, might I add.” A long slender finger was pointed at Liz which was followed by a brief pause. “The only dangers I consider I’ll ever be in are my visits to my mother. Especially when she starts up on her cooking experiments.”

This time, Liz came right out and burst into laughter. “Well, I’m sure no one’s cooking can be that bad.” And with that, Alex gave her a pointed look saying that his mom’s cooking was really that horrible.

Shaking his head, he muttered, “I should have never gotten her that subscription to Martha Stewart.”

“Elizabeth!” A female’s voice shouted.

She turned around and made out the form of her mother. “Yes?” She asked.

“Honey, come here. Your friends are over there asking for you. You don’t want to keep them waiting. Now do you?”

“Of course not mom. I’ll be right there.” Turning back to Alex, she nodded her head in the direction of the party. He smiled and followed her.


And since then, they’d been the best of friends.

~~~


When arriving to the restaurant, Liz headed towards the far right table where she knew Alex would be. And she was right, of course. He was looking out into the pond park across from the restaurant. There were kids playing, ducks swimming, picnics being held under the shaded areas… a comfortable atmosphere. And in that second, Alex turned his head to Liz’s direction. An instant smile lit up his face and a low whistle escaped his lips. “Hot mama! Lizzie, you are one fiii-ne laaa-dy!”

“Oh, Alex. Please…” As a light blush crept onto Liz’s face.

“Come on, Lizzie. You know you’re hot.” Poking fun at Liz and enjoying it dearly.

“Whatever Alex.” Brushing him off lightly and chuckling, she sat down across the table from him. “So. How long have you been waiting for me?”

“All my life.” Alex replied with all seriousness in his tone but absolute teasing in his sparkling brown eyes.

“Alex. Just…” Liz shook her head causing her hair to fan-out across her face. “…just stop.” When she looked up to see Alex’s face, she was still blushing a light pink. Liz never really did take compliments well. She was just so modest and shy.

“Alright. Alright. Okay, I’ll stop.” A full-blown smile spread across his lips. “Just don’t go all tomato-y on me, now. I’d like to have lunch with my friend, not a bright red vegetable.”

“God. Alex, you are just too funny…”

“Nah… nu-uh!!! No way!!!” A wide-eyed Alex looked up at Liz. “Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”

Liz just sat there and looked at him with her unbelieving eyes. “Alex…”

“Alright. I’ll stop. It’s just so hard to not joke with you.”

“Yeah.” She smirked. “We do have fun together. Don’t we?”

But before Alex could answer her, a cute dark-haired waiter stood at the end, seeming to be in a discontented mood. With a deep frown on his face, he had his ordering pad in hand, pencil gripped and ready to jot down orders. “My name is Dylan. You got your orders yet?” Sharp and curt.

“Uhh… yeah. I’ll have the crispy chicken club, a light tossed salad and a cup of sweetened iced tea, please.” She looked up at him and when he saw who she was, his eyes got entirely wide. Complete shock took over his face and a wide grin surfaced from the once frowning lips.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God… You’re… you’re…” Faltering on his words and seeming to be out of breath, he squeaked out, “…you’re Elizabeth Parker!” He was thoroughly star-struck. You could see his eyes shine from excitement. Here he was, working his normal shift, and catching an eye full of Elizabeth Parker. Beautiful and talented actress. His friends would be so jealous! He couldn’t wait to tell them…

“Kid. Close your chops.” Alex finally spoke up with an amused look on his face. “Flies are about to make a new home in your mouth if you’re not careful.” He chuckled as he watched the young waiter promptly close his mouth and turned crimson from embarrassment. This wasn’t the first time it’s happened, but he still thought it funny to watch people gawk at Liz was some immortal goddess. Although she was very attractive and extremely talented, she was still a normal human being.

“Anyway,” Alex still possessed a grin, “my order.”

Finally looking away from Liz, who was happily watching the young waiter stumble over his task at hand, Dylan turned his head to Alex. “I’m sorry about that, sir. What may I get you?” No more frown. All smiles and dimples from Dylan.

“Yes. Well, uh… I’d like the same thing she’s having. Just replace the tea with a bit of fine wine please.” He passed a wink across the table to see Liz’s questioning eyes.

“Okay, so that’ll be two crispy chicken clubs, two tossed salads, one sweetened iced tea, and a glass of wine?” Dylan turned to look at Liz. Loving that he’s gotten to see so much of her already.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” After Dylan left to take the orders, Liz posed a question. “What’s with the alcohol? Celebrating something? Cuz you don’t usually drink, my dear friend.”

“Actually, yes. The Whits have finally gotten a record deal!” He paused to see Liz’s reaction. He wasn’t disappointed.

It was now Liz’s turn to gape at Alex. “Oh my God! That’s wonderful, Alex!” She stretched across the table to pull Alex into a brief hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

Alex looked at his friend and beamed to see the happiness in Liz’s eyes. It meant a lot to know that she was glad for him.

“So? Tell me. When? How? Who?” She leaned elbows on the table, palms spread against cheeks, and eyes anticipating with twinkling delight. Alex could almost laugh at how her big doe eyes looked at that exact moment. So content. And for him.

“Well, I’ll tell ya in a little bit. The drinks are here.” Out came Dylan carrying a bottle of wine, a glass, and Liz’s iced tea. The smile was still on his dimpled face. Alex wondered if it’ll hurt him later on, when he stopped smiling.

“Thanks,” Liz addressed to the waiter, who after setting down the glasses, was standing there staring at her. Alex stifled a cough and Dylan shook his head, shaking him out of his recent state. Once again being embarrassed at having been caught staring, he turned a scarlet red. And he hastily walked away from the table. Liz chuckled lightly, shaking her head amusingly in the mean time. “Anyway, on to the subject of The Whits…”

“Yeah… Happened this morning actually. How? Well, that’s a long story and I’ll tell you that one later. And who, none other than Madonna’s own, Columbia Records!” He grinned with glee.

“This is just amazing, Alex. You’re finally gonna be a rock star!”

“Excuse me?” he said with incredulous eyes.

“What? What’d I say?” Scared that she might have upset Alex.

“I’m already a rock star!” His cheerful face back on. “It’s just that the whole world doesn’t know it yet.” He chuckled.

“Oh. You scared me there for a second. I thought I said something wrong.” She chuckled also.

“Nah… but yeah, this is amazing.” A soft smile emerged on his lips. He looked so blissful. His eyes were just sparkling with delight.

Once the food arrived, they chatted and talked about Alex’s new and upcoming career. He filled her in on how he managed to get a deal. Both were excited for the future. Alex and his band. Liz and her audition, which Alex had asked about. He knew she’d always wanted to do television. He knew she liked trying different things. And he was happy for her and her excitement for the audition. After lunch was done and all eaten, they’d said their goodbyes and hugged. Liz congratulated Alex again. And Alex wished the popular saying, “break a leg” upon Liz.

~~~


Fifteen minutes after lunch with Alex, Liz could be seen sitting on a chair outside the auditioning room, studying hard on her lines for one last time. She was anxious yet eager to have this audition.

The door opened up and a man dressed in cowboy attire walked out. She’d already checked and she knew it was the producer and writer for ROSWELL, Jim Valenti. But she hadn’t expected the outfit. On someone else, it would have looked rather ridiculous. On Mr. Valenti, it seemed fitting and suited him well. Liz wondered if he was raised in the South or did he just like being in boots.

“Elizabeth Parker. It’s an honor to have you here.” He greeted her with a warm smile and it eased her nerves just a bit. It looked so far that he’d be a great person to work with.

“Thank you.” She said politely.

“Well, dear. You can come on in. The casting director and the director are already in there.”

“Okay.” Even with God-knows-how-many auditions she’s been on, she still gets nervous. It was kind of silly. But Liz couldn’t help it. Nervousness seems to come with the job of being an actress, no matter how famous or talented you are. She walked behind Mr. Valenti and stepped into the spacious studio office.

It was a beautiful room, although mostly bare, like an artist’s studio. A camera tripod was set up turning away from the floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall. A long table the shape of a half-moon was beside the tripod and already seated was three other people. She guessed they were the casting directors and the director. All seemed to welcome her with warm smiles. And she was grateful for that. Liz never liked working with people who were cold and who weren’t friendly.

Mr. Valenti closed the door behind her and addressed her to the man on the couch who was hidden from her view when she first walked into the room. “Ms. Parker, I’d like you to meet Max Evans. He’ll be playing the leading male.”

Liz turned her body around to fully face Mr. Evans…



~ CHAPTER TWO ~


Being out here in LA for the first couple of months alone for Max was particularly rough. He hardly had any money for the necessities of life, such as food and clothing. But Max Evans wasn’t the type to call up Mommy and Daddy begging for money. He’d always been so dependent upon his parents during high school and he was determined once he was a legal adult, he’d take care of himself. And as an adult, you have responsibilities… to feed yourself, to clothe yourself, to shelter yourself… to support yourself. And he needed support, thus, he needed a job. Any job.

Since he was living in LA, pursuing an acting career was the number one choice in his mind. He decided to clean himself up a bit and look for auditions. What’s so hard about acting? He’d thought. I’ll get money in no time, he had said. Well… getting an acting job was like pulling a knife out of an open wound. It was painful. The rejections… the hundreds and hundreds of rejections coming from the huge total of auditions he went actually went to. Sometimes he would even have three to four auditions a day. But most of them, he’d come home with no luck. He’d almost given up… but with his pride, he wouldn’t allow himself to quit.

It only started to get better after his first break. A commercial for Kellogg’s. After that, the commercials kept coming. From Hanes to Gap. From Budweiser to Sprite. And from Doritos to Little Debbie’s. He’d probably done over a total of a couple of hundred commercials in his five years of residence in LA.

And then finally, his first big break… the role of a football jock, Chris Wolfe on one of the biggest and most popular teen dramas at the time, Dawson’s Creek. It’d been a miracle and a blessing. The part had been open to any and everyone—the toughest type of casting. Anyone could have won the part, but Max Evans came out successful. He’d gained media attention, which helped boost his acting career. And if someone were to ask what was the biggest significant moment in his career, he’d say Dawson’s Creek. If it hadn’t been for the show, he’d probably still be in the hellhole known as his old apartment, living off Ramen Noodles and rooming with the horror of all horrors roommate, Paul—the Johnny Bravo clone. And he’d probably still be going to three auditions a day… only because his pride wouldn’t allow him to give up and call his parents.

But now he didn’t need to call his parents. He had his dream job. He was able to support himself now. He was living a good life.

Even with the good breaks in his career, Max still couldn’t believe he’d been handed the part of Jared Anderson, the lead alien of ROSWELL. But he was willing to take this role, knowing something like this doesn’t happen everyday.

And now, he was sitting here, in Jim’s studio office waiting for Jim to usher in the next female auditioning for the role of Cameron Reeves. So far, it’d been a long day filled with girls who just didn’t fit the part. They had either been trying to hard or just didn’t portray that quality of innocence and the strength of character that Cameron Reeves was meant to have. No one yet was even near close to filling in the shoes of Cameron.

The sound of the door opening broke Max out of his thoughts. He watched Jim walk in and a young lady following after. He hadn’t clearly seen her face, because her back was facing him now. Not that he minded the view. Not at all…

“Ms. Parker, I’d like you to meet Max Evans. He’ll be playing the leading male.” Said Jim as he pointed to Max sitting on the couch behind her.

From the point he saw her beautiful chestnut hair fanning across her tiny shoulders, and seeing her adorably big doe eyes, he felt his heart constrict and stop mid-beat. She was absolutely and even more stunning from the front view…

~~~


Liz turned her body around to fully face Mr. Evans…

Taking a slight step back, her small hands went to cover her mouth. She stifled a light gasp from escaping through her lips at seeing the sight before her. There he was, a god. She thought to herself, Like an Adonis. Sitting before her very eyes. And oh, what a handsome god he was… From head-to-toe, he exuded masculine beauty. Long legs to a slender waist, and what looked like a well-defined chest, all leading to the head of raven locks. And the face… the face was radiated pure attractiveness. It was boyish yet also manly. Totally contradicting but so true. Just like the strong jawline contradicted with the absolutely softness of his eyes. Eyes the color of amber, mixed and speckled with a golden hue. Eyes that Liz could drown in; they were that beautiful.

“Ahem…” Jim cleared his throat to break the spell both the young actors seemed to be in at that moment. He’d hate to interrupt on what seemed to be a very promising connection between the two, but he did have an audition to get on with. “Okay, Liz…” He paused to turn to Liz, “may I call you Liz?”

“Yes. Liz will be fine.” She smiled at him. Assuring the name change would be okay, while Max was in heaven when he heard her voice. It sounded so sweet to his ears.

“Well then, Liz. Max. Let’s get the audition going.” Nodding his head at the directors already seated, while he walked to his own seat. “I’d like to see the cliff scene. Last Act. Last Scene. Start at the hellos.”

Having already memorized most of the script, neither needed the sheets. And as Max and Liz got into position, the camera was turned on. “1. 2. 3. Action…” said one of the directors.

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“Hey.” Max said as he approached Liz, holding a steady gaze toward her.

“Hey.” She responded as she tried hard from reaching out with her arms and touching him. Just as she thought his distance wasn’t close enough for her taste, he closed the gap between them slightly. Only to push back a stray piece of hair behind her ears. And at the initial contact, she felt a sudden shiver sent throughout her body. Liz hoped Max hadn’t felt it. She’d only just met him, he’d probably think something was wrong with her. “Oh.” She simply replied.

Loving the feel of her silky tresses and the heat radiating off her cheek, which warmed his hands, he had to concentrate on saying his line. “You had a… uh…”

“Hair thing… right. Thanks.” She interrupted while she unconsciously bit her lower lip, making Max stifle an inaudible groan at the adorable action.

“Sure…” He paused a bit to look into her eyes again. “Cammie, it’s not safe… I mean… for you, and me to… it’s not safe.” He gently shook his head to convey his character’s point more clear.

Liz straightened her back and stated, “I don’t care.” She held his gaze, not holding back.

Max’s voice turned soft and raspy and eyes expressing hope that she’d understand… “Cammie, I really, really wish this could be something, you know… more… But it can’t. We’re just…”

“Different.” Liz lowered her head, suggesting disappointment in her eyes as well.

“Yea…” Max turned to walk away, but stopped to say, “I’ll see ya at school.” He gave her a slight grin and turned back around.

Quickly seeing her chance to thank Max slipping, she rushed after him. “Jared???”

Wishing she’d say his name with sweet admiration like she did his character’s name, he swung around to face her again. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her line… “I never got to thank you… for saving my life.” Another simple line delivered wonderfully. Quiet and full of meaning, her eyes backing up the words with the emotions shining through. Liz Parker was truly a talented actress.

“Thank you.” He gave her an adorably crooked smile, showing that she didn’t need to thank him.
---

From the viewpoint of the directors and Jim, Liz Parker already got the job. One, because she was a well-known actress and the publicity would be wonderful for this new show. Two, because she and Max Evans had chemistry. It was obvious from just watching them act together, even with just this one tiny scene. And three, because not only did Max and Liz have chemistry, they looked good together…


TBC...

[ edited 3 time(s), last at 6-Apr-2002 11:38:15 AM ]
posted on 17-Mar-2002 12:20:45 PM
~ CHAPTER THREE ~


“I never got to thank you… for saving my life.” Another simple line delivered wonderfully. Quiet and full of meaning, her eyes backing up the words with the emotions shining through. Liz Parker was truly a talented actress.

“Thank you.” He gave her an adorably crooked smile, showing that she didn’t need to thank him.


From the viewpoint of the directors and Jim, Liz Parker already got the job. One, because she was a well-known actress and the publicity would be wonderful for this new show. Two, because she and Max Evans had chemistry. It was obvious from just watching them act together, even with just this one tiny scene. And three, because not only did Max and Liz have chemistry, they looked good together…

~~~


A moment of silence followed the softly spoken words from Max. No one had wanted to break the spell he and Liz had created while reading the lines out. They had been sent into their own little world for those past minutes gone by. And for the audience sitting there, it had been a definite pleasure to watch.

“Cut…” one of the directors had said. “A job well done Ms. Parker.”

Having been broken from the bubble by the light sound of a female voice, Liz turned to face the owner and shook her head lightly to clear her mind from the haze she had recently been in. “Thank you, maim.”

“Oh darlin. Please, the name’s Amy DeLuca.” She turned a slightly pointed look towards Jim. “Excuse Jim here for not introducing us when you first came in.” And with that, she turned back to Liz with a bright smile and a hand in front, waiting to be shaken.

Stepping forward to Amy, Liz lightly grasped her soft warm hand. She directed a genuine smile toward the kind woman in front of her. Which in turn, Amy turned to the two men who were still seated behind the crescent-shaped table. As Liz was being introduced to the casting directors, she never noticed Jim leading Max towards the door as they went to discuss some words with each other.

“I’d love to say that you got the job now, but I can’t do that. There are still other girls waiting to be auditioned.” She informed Liz, yet her eyes had obviously displayed the fact that Liz had gotten the part.

Seeing the confirmation in Amy’s eyes, Liz smiled brightly, full of delight at her accomplishment. “Alright, I understand. Well, Mrs. DeLuca, it’s been a pleasure meeting you…”

“As it was for me too, dear.” Amy softly interrupted, receiving another smile from the young actress. She looked down at her watch and turned to her companions sitting at the table, “It looks like we’ve got another five minutes until the next girl’s interview. Break time.” Turning back to Liz, she quietly said, “Goodbye Liz. Don’t tie up all your lines, you’ll be hearing from either me or Jim shortly.”

“Will do.” She said as a bob of the head confirmed her promise. Once Liz walked out of the office, she spotted Jim and Max walking down the hall, towards the office. She paused and waited patiently until they had reached her. “Goodbye Mr. Valenti, I’ll be on my way now. I hope to hear from you soon enough.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He smiled easily at her, laying a warm hand on her upper arm and opened the door of the office. “Goodbye dear.” And with that and a wink, he was inside, leaving Max and Liz to themselves.

Liz stood uncomfortably watching the closed door. It wasn’t until Max stifled a cough that broke the silence between them.

Looking back at Max, Liz found her voice and said, “From what I’ve seen so far, you’ll make a great Jared Anderson.” She smiled uncomfortably at him. Even with the many years of being watched and stared at, having Max Evans look at her with those amazing amber eyes was quite unnerving, not in a bad way, but definitely something that shouldn’t be happening. Especially when the possibility of them working together was in the way.

“Thank you. That means a lot coming from such a ‘superstar’ like you,” he teased. It was absolutely adorable how she blushed… rose pink flushing on her cheeks and a shy smile curving her lips. “I’d say you’d be a wonderful Cameron Reeves yourself.”

“Thank you.” She bestowed a radiant smile on him, making him thankful that his was still standing, for her smile had literally weakened his knees. He casually leaned himself on the door to stop himself from falling into a heap on the floor by her feet.

“Uh… I…” He tried to keep his voice steady, but miserably failed so. “…I… should be getting…”

“…inside.” She finished for him.

“Yeah… Inside.” Max said with a nod of his head.

“Alright then, I should be going too, Mr. Evans.” She backed up from the door and turned away. “I hope to work with you soon. Goodbye for now.” Liz passed one last smile to him.

“Yeah, goodbye to you too, Liz.” He called out to her and watched as she walked away. Never before had he ever gotten a weak knee over a woman. Shaking his head, he walked into the office, dreading the tedious task of auditioning other girls, when the perfect female for the role had just left.

~~~


“Yeah, Alex. I really think I got it.” Liz giddily told Alex.

“That’s great Lizzie. I’m so thrilled for you.” Alex replied equally happy and then turned somber with his next words. “Regretfully, I’ve got to go meet my mother over dinner in an hour or so…”

“Don’t be like that, Alex. It’s your mom and you…” She started before Alex interrupted.

“I know, I know. And I love my mom to bits and pieces, but I can only take so much torture.” He paused and let out a drawn out breath. “Really, I swear, one day I’m going to hire a cook for her next birthday.”

Liz let out a chuckle at her friend’s words. “Well, if you feel that strongly about her cooking, maybe you should.”

“It’s a plan then!” He replied with a finger jabbing the air to emphasize his words, although Liz couldn’t see. Sobering up again, “Lizzie dear, I’ve really got to get ready now. But again, I’m so happy for you, even though it’s not official yet.”

“Thank you, Alex. Have fun at dinner and tell your mom ‘hi’ for me.”

“Will do.” He said with a small nod and a smile, “Bye Liz.”

“Bye.” Liz said before replacing the handset to its base. With a contented sigh, she headed upstairs to her bedroom after pouring herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge. It was there in her bedroom, where she felt at peace the most. She’d decorated the room herself, without the help of her mother… unlike the rest of the house.

Walking into the room, she allowed the familiar scent to soothe her nerves while the cool earth tone walls to warmed her heart. She paced the walls where her candles where sporadically placed around the room and lit them one by one… it was perfect timing as the sun was beginning to disappear below the ocean’s horizon outside her balcony. The moonlight rays would soon stream through her satin curtains and give her more comfort as Liz began her nightly ritual.

She opened her French doors to her balcony and continued to light her candles. When she finished, Liz could smell the sweet waft of vanilla and jasmine from her burning candles. Leaning against the railing of her balcony, she hugged herself and closed her eyes… and began to savor the great day she had.

And then her mind drifted… and drifted it did, to the beautiful man she met today… Max Evans. It was a wonder to her that she’d never seen him before this day. Of course she’d heard the name. How could she not? Being that he was known as the hot new actor splashing a major wave in Hollywood and critics all around. Still though, she’d never once seen a picture, never caught a glimpse at him during award ceremonies… But then again, Liz didn’t regularly read magazines catered to the stars nor did she attend many awards. Lately, that is.

Whatever it was, she was happy to have finally seen him. Although… it was unnerving when it came to her first reaction of him. Liz had thought many men beautiful, but none of them had ever caused her to shiver with want. And this Max Evans, one she had never seen before, did it in a matter of seconds… in one glimpse, she was nearly bowled over by the force of her attraction to him.

But she couldn’t allow her attraction to distract her from her career… not like last time. Especially if they might be working together.

TO BE CONTINUED...
posted on 6-Apr-2002 11:31:21 AM
~ CHAPTER FOUR ~


She shivered slightly when she felt the cool grass being crushed beneath her. Her body temperature was rising as the heated kiss grew more passionate each second. Tongues dueled for control. Hands roamed here and there, leaving hot trails of need wherever they were in contact from skin-to-skin. And when both partners drew out of breath, Liz could feel a strong arm wrap itself around her body as his other hand edged its way towards the hem of her silk chemise. A second later, the blouse was up and over her head.

Sensual… heated… passionate… and craving for more, she brought her head closer to the lips of the man holding her tightly locked in his arms. She was drunk on the taste of him… and mesmerized by the power of his touch. Dazed, she opened her eyes to only be captivated more as she saw desire riding in the amber waves of her partner’s circled orbs.

Once again, a series of small kisses grew into something more intense, more frenzied… and more. Just so much more…

Faintly, she could hear the director’s voice yelling ‘cut’. But in her mind, she wanted nothing more than to stay in this lover’s embrace and feel the warmth of such passion travel through her bones, seep into her veins and take possession of her heart.

It wasn’t until she felt the hard body of the man lift off her soft one when she looked up, full of regret to have lost the warmth. But what she saw were not eyes of amber, but eyes of a familiar blue. Confused and troubled, she weakly murmured, “Sean…?”

For the next few moments, she saw everything in slow motion… while all the blood seemed to rush to her head. She could see that Sean was moving his lips and saying something, but nothing reached her ears. All she could hear was a soft ringing inside her head. The longer she stood standing before Sean, the less sense she could make of the mess around her, of Sean… of what just happened.

And the ringing got louder.

Her world started to spin. And yet, the ringing got louder and louder…

And louder…

And louder…

Bringgg!
With a start, Liz practically flew off her bed to land below her mattress. Bringgg! There it was again, that ringing. Where was it coming from? She sat up from off the floor and searched her room for that sound, only to realize that the noise was coming from the telephone sitting on top of her nightstand.

Bringgg! She slowly reached up to grab the handset and groggily murmured, “Hello…?” Looking at her bedside clock, she noticed that it was already eleven o’clock. She overslept… like always.

“Hello Liz. Sounds to me like I just woke you up.” Jim said amusedly. “I was getting worried there when you didn’t pick up on that fifth ring.”

Quickly realizing that it was Jim Valenti on the phone, Liz sobered slightly. Disoriented, she said, “Mr. Valenti! Oh, I wasn’t expecting a call this early.” She paused for a minute. “Actually, I overslept and yes, you did just wake me.”

“Well, I’m sorry for waking you.”

“No. That’s okay. If you hadn’t called, I’d probably still be sleeping until tomorrow morning.”

“Then I’m glad you called. Because I was hoping you were free this afternoon.”

“Why would that be, Mr. Valenti?”

“It’s Jim. But anyway, since you’re now starring as Cameron Reeves on Roswell, I expect you to show up for a full cast shoot.”

Suddenly excited, she nearly jumped up for joy. “I got the part?!”

“Did you really expect anything other than that?” Baffled at hearing her question.

“Well… I couldn’t be too sure…” By now, Liz was animatedly pacing the foot of her bed.

“Liz, you are too modest. You’re a wonderful actress and by the way, you were exactly what we were looking for when we were casting for Cameron.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Jim smiled and even though Liz couldn’t see it, she knew he did. “So, do you think you can make it today?”

Suddenly remembering his earlier question, Liz replied, “Oh! Ummm… Yes, I can make it.”

“That’s great.” Jim began to spout off directions to the photo shoot as Liz quickly jotted it down. “I’ll see you there at two-thirty, along with the rest of the cast.”

As his statement sounded more like a question, she replied in confirmation, “Uh huh.”

“Okay then. See you later Liz. Bye.”

“Bye Jim.”

~~~


You can dance,
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl

“Watch that scene…”
Liz sang along as she motioned her way around in the kitchen, “Dig in the Dancing Queen…”

It’d been thirty minutes ago since Jim first called and Liz found out the wonderful news. At this moment, she was absolutely giddy… ecstatic that she’d gotten the part. Suddenly, she froze as a thought struck her, I wonder if Max knows… The cheerful smile reappeared on her face. Hmmm…

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing


And again, she continued to bustle about in her kitchen, while trying to make herself a sandwich. Liz had her hips bopping here and swinging there; hair flowing messily around her face as she twirled around in front of her fridge, orange juice in hand. She was lucky not to have spilt any of the juice on the floor.

You come in to look for a King
Anybody could be that guy

“Night is young and the music's… high!!!”
rather than singing, a wildly dancing Liz shouted.

With a bit of rock music
Everything is fine

“You're in the mood for a dance,”
she twisted into another ballerina twirl, “and when you get the chance… You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet… only seventeen!!!”

“Ahem!” came a loud clearing of the throat from Liz’s mother, Nancy. She was standing by the archway into the kitchen watching her daughter dancing outrageously in the middle of her kitchen. And only in her bathrobe!

“Dancing Queen…” The words died down to a whisper as Liz spun around to face her mother. Clearly seeing the disapproving looks radiating off her mother, she promptly prepared herself for the lecture she would undoubtedly receive. “Hello mother,” as she smiled a forced smile.

“Good heavens, Liz! What were you doing?” A flabbergasted Nancy asked.

Sighing, Liz thought to herself, and here it comes…

~~~


“Elizabeth, are you going to answer me?” after receiving a momentarily silent response from her daughter.

“I was just dancing—” Liz started before Nancy interrupted.

Pointing in the direction of Liz, indicating her earlier movements, Nancy cried out, “Dancing? That was not dancing.”

“I don’t know why you’re getting all mad about it, it’s not like anyone saw but you.” Her back began to straighten as she geared up for yet another upcoming battle with her faulty mother.

Curtly, she countered back, “That’s not the point.”

“Like hell, it’s not!” Liz erupted, pulling the band of her robe tighter to her body and moving in on Nancy. “Dancing in my kitchen, in my home is not going to make the tabloids scramble and ruin my name.”

Astounded… Nancy replied coldly, “How dare you talk to me like that!”

“No. How dare you come into my house to tell me not to dance when I was in a perfectly good mood and had a perfectly good reason to,” she argued.

Pausing, Liz stated, “You know what? I’m through having you trying to control me, Mother. I can take care of myself you know… I am an adult now.” Liz looked at Nancy squarely in the eyes. “I am not a little girl anymore… I’ve long since been a little girl.” She voice was softer now, trying to ingrain this information into her hardheaded mother.

“Yes, well… you sure did handle that Sean business like an adult, might I remind you.” She supplied sarcastically.

A flash of pain and regret temporarily clouded her eyes until she regained control and looked up at her mother once more. Back straight as a rod, jaw tightening and voice edgy with an unbelievable coldness… she ordered, “Get out… Mom, I want you out, now.”

Seeing Nancy open her mouth to respond, with a raised hand, Liz quickly interjected, “No. Mother, I don’t know why you came here… why you wanted to see me or how you even got into my house. But I want you out.”

“But Liz…” Her voice was much softer now, never seeing her daughter act this callously and bitterly to her before. “I—”

Not looking Nancy in the eye, she again, willed her mother to leave her premises. “No. Will you please leave.”

Defeated, Nancy turned towards the entrance and left without a word. While Liz lost her stiffness and a single tear began to travel its way down her hot cheeks.

She’d had tiffs with her mother before, but never before had she kicked her own mom away from her presence. But it had been that Sean statement that did her in. He’d been in the past. Why couldn’t her mom get that? Why did she still have to bring it up?

Whatever her mother’s reasons… it was time for Liz to forget.

~~~


Her mood a little better than it once was an hour ago, Liz slowly made her way into the house. All around her, she could see crew people setting up for the photo shoot, but she had yet to see a familiar face. As she walked by, she could feel everyone’s gaze on her; it was quite unnerving.

In the corner of her eye, she could see someone walking towards her. “Hey Liz!” shouted the girl approaching her.

Liz tentatively replied, “Hello…”

Once the girl reached Liz, she animatedly grabbed Liz’s hand and shook them. “My name’s Angie. Angie Toretto and I’ll be playing Morgan Delaney. Everyone’s out back eating the refreshments before the shoot starts. We were all waiting on you.”

“Oh… I’m not too late, am I?” worried that she had made everyone wait on her.

“No. No, you’re just on time, actually.” With a bright smile, Angie escorted Liz to the back of the house where a pool showcased the center. A group of people had gathered by a table set out full of refreshments and snacks. She could see Jim and Amy talking closely together while another person stood close by. From the camera in the woman’s hands, Liz concluded that it was the photographer.

Liz walked quietly behind Angie as they made their way over to the crowd.


TBC...