Author: Rach

Summary: Liz Parker is off to New York to look for a gig for herself and her fellow band mates. Getting turned down one by one, she has a strange twist of fate when she meets her old high school class mate, Max Evans, now an up and rising actor. Though he doesn't want to admit it, Max finds himself falling for Liz and is torn between love and fame.

Category: M/L, a little of M/M and A/I

Rating: PG-13 to NC-17

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. All the songs belong to Dido

Spoilers: None. AU Fic, no aliens.

Author's Note: The Band consists of Michael who plays the drums, Alex who plays the bass, Maria on the keyboards and background/lead vocals, and Liz acoustic guitar and lead vocals.

Title: Love and Fame

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Part One

He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, down the long corridor. He could hear the thundering of the heavy feet behind him gaining. He made a sharp turn down the hall, almost running into two young women walking by. He stumbled a moment before regaining his footing.

316. 317. 318.

Damn it! Where was it?

The footsteps were getting closer and he knew that he was running out of time.

320. 321.

There! 322!

He ran into the room, just as another delighted fan walked out.

"Liz!" he called, his voice hoarse from running. He gasped for air and was about to speak again when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. The strong arms engulfed him and started pulling him backwards. No matter how hard he fought, they were too strong.

"Liz, please!" he yelled, glad he had the brunettes attention. "Let me-"

"We're sorry, Miss Parker." one of the owners of the arms said. "He got by us. It won't happen again." And once again he was being pulled out of her life.

No! He couldn't let that happen. He tossed his head back and nailed one of the men in the nose, causing him to drop his grip. With one arm free, he was able to twist free from the others grasp, and then he was right in front of her.

He fell to his knees, taking in air in large gulps.

"Please, Liz, let me talk to you." he pleaded as he stared into her shocked face, oblivious to the four shocked faces, and the two filled with anger. "Please."

Just as he felt the grip of the two security men engulf him once more, she spoke.

"Wait." the simple word was like music to his ears. He was going to get his chance. "I know him. Let him go."

When the men refused to let go, he shrugged them off. "You heard her." he said with a smug smile. He straightened his jacket and waited for them to leave.

The men looked at Liz, before leaving at her assuring nod.

After the men left, Liz crossed her arms and stared at him. Waiting for him to speak. "What do you want, Max?"

Max. It had been so long since he had heard her say his name. He relished on the sound. But if he knew Liz Parker, and he did, he was on a time limit, and she was counting down the seconds.

There was nothing left for him to do but to just say it.

"I love you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her best gal pal, shoot up from the bed. "Well, that's our cue to leave." she said quickly, pushing her blonde hair from her face, before grabbing the rest of the auidence and making a quick exit.

But he didn't care. He continued to stare into the face of the only woman he could ever love. The only woman he could be with. Taking advantage of her speechlessness, he continued.

"Marry me."

Liz opened her mouth to reply when everything froze.

"Alright! Alright! Hold on a damn minute here!" a voice said, and out walked a blonde. "This isn't the beginning! What the hell is going on here? Who was the last person to have this tape?"

Silence.

"Oh c'mon guys! Don't you see the little sticker on the tape that says: 'Be Kind, Rewind'? I mean, man, it's only polite!" she went on. "Do you guys have any idea how frustrating it is to get home, wanting to watch a movie you've been dieing to see, ya pop it into the vcr, only to see the ending? Not only does it spoil the ending but it takes you forever to get it back to the beginning because you have piece of ⊕#%$ vcr!"

More silence.

"Don't. Let this happen again." she said before smiling sweetly. "Anyway, I'm Maria DeLuca. I'm a member of my best friend's band. That's her." she pointed to Liz on the screen. "The brunette with her mouth open." Maria bit her lip. "I hope that the ending wasn't spoiled too much, and I hope you all will stay seated and watch from the beginning. Trust me, it gets better, well, actually it gets worse before it gets better, but then-" she stopped and blushed and her rambling. "Well, I guess, I'll just let you figure it out on your own." she then hit a button on the remote she had been holding in her hand.

"Let me just rewind this for ya." she said. "In the mean, time, I guess I could tell you a little bit about myself, and them. A little bit about everything." she said with a grin. "As I said before, I'm Maria DeLuca, or I should say, Maria Guerin." she said holding her left hand up, proudly sporting a beautiful diamond ring. "Yeah, Michael and I got hitched right after Highschool. Oh, um, he's the drummer of our band. I play the keyboard, and my good friend Alex..." she stopped to hit the pause button to show a picture of the band. "He's the one holding the bass guitar, as you can probably tell, that's what he plays. The guy to his left, that's my Michael. Don't mind his hair, it's a little phase he's going through, but I have every intention of breaking him of it, mind you."

"Anyway, um, and Lizzie, she plays acoustic guitar and lead vocals. I'm lead vocals sometimes as well." Maria then hit the rewind button to finish up. "Well, um, this isn't your typical fairy tale. We all went to school together, even Max. The one who proposed to Liz, yeah. Ya see, he was this popular jock type guy, where we were these lowly outcasts, spending all are time on our garage band. So you can probably guess that we didn't mesh well. Nope, not at all. In fact, Max and Liz were always at eachother's throats." she said with a shudder.

"So you'd be surprised when they meet a couple years later in New York. Ya see, Liz was there trying to get us a gig. Anywhere. Bars, clubs, she sent in our tapes, everything. But she was turned down each time. Where were we?" Maria laughs. "Michael, Alex, and I were back in our home town in Roswel, Nex Mexico, just wasting time. Yep, we left Liz with all the dirty work. She was soooo mad when she fou-"

"What?" she asks. "Wha- Oh, tapes done." she said sheepishly, and then pushes play. "Well, I guess I'll let you find out the rest, I'll be back later. Oh, and feel free to ask any questions."

Maria waves good bye before she leaves.

***

"I know I'm not around each night, and I know I always think I'm right."

Liz Parker ducked from the flying beer bottle that was thrown, meaning to strike another man in the auidence. Despite the close encounter of the flying beer bottle, her fingers kept strumming the strings of her guitar and she kept the words flowing from her mouth.

"I can believe that you might look around. I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try. I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life."

She forced herself not to rush as she missed a flying plate this time. She sure picked a pretty sucky place to preform tonight. Not thirty seconds after she started her first number did the bar burst into a brawl. And she was scared to death. This wasn't the first time she was in a bar brawl. She even had the scar above her eye to prove it.

"I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry. I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly...."

At the end of the song, Liz quickly said a thank you and flew off the stage, just barely missing a stool that was chucked into the air.

***

"Please, sir, let me come back again, I really need this job." Liz pleaded after the bar fight calmed down a little. Now she was standing in front of the owner of the bar, pleading for him to give her a job. "I promise it sounds even better with the rest of the band here. If you'll just-"

"Listen, Girly." he cut her off. "You got talent, and I'm sure you do sound even better with the rest of your friends, but you're just not our type. I'm sorry."

Liz sighed with defeat. He was right. The people here probably liked head banger music, and their music was far from it. She tucked her red hair behind her ear, and bent down to grab her guitar. She gave him a tight smile before making her way out of the bar.

"Uh, wait a minute," he called her back after a moment. He reached into his pocket a pulled out four twenties and handed them to her. "For your trouble."

"Thanks." she smiled at him and gratefully excepted the money, and then she was out the door.

***

The exit she took, lead into a darkened alley. It was twelve at night, and the thought of walking down the alley at this time, alone frightened her.

Suck it up, Parker. She said to herself. You'll be fine.

With that in mind, Liz continued her way down the alley.

The end was just ahead and she could see the light post shinning down onto the side walk. A smile spread on her face thinking she was almost out, but it soon vanished when she saw three masculine figures step out from the shadows, blocking her path.

She slowed her pace until she was standing right in front of them, their faces showing clearly. The guy in the middle was wearing a black beanie and was sporting a wacked goatee.

"Hey there gorgeous." he said, and from his distance, Liz could smell the liquor on his breath. "Can you spare some cash?"

Liz looked between the men. "No." she said and started to walk past, until the one on the left grabbed her forearm tightly. She gasped when she felt the cold steel of a blade against her cheek.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Liz clutched her guitar case tightly in her hand. "Positive." she answered as she swung the case, smacking both the men infront of her on the sides of the heads. She then stomped the toes of the man with the knife, twisted around and threw her case upwards against the mans chin. Then she was running down the side walk as fast as she could carry herself and her guitar.

She reached into her pocket as she ran and pulled out her mase, just in case she needed it. Liz glanced behind her to see if they were following, and then she ran right into a hard body. She fell to the ground with a thud and pointed her mase upwards waiting to spray her next intruder.

"Woah!" a man yelled, holding his hands infront of his eyes. "Don't spray! I'm not going to hurt you!"

Liz watched as the man leaned down and helped her up, she then noticed that his attire was far too nice to be some mugger.

"Are you alright?" he asked after she stood on her own. "Do you need help."

There was something about his voice that sounded familiar, and it wasn't until she got a good look at his face that she knew why.

"I'm fine." she insisted, as she leaned down and grabbed her guitar. "Thanks."

The man chuckled lightly. "Thank you for not spraying me." he said. "I'm M-"

"I know who you are." she said, pushing her hair from her face.

He crossed his arms. "You've, seen my movies?" he asked sounding pleased.

Liz scoffed. "Not hardly."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Then how could you possibly.." he started. "Do I know you?"

Liz looked him in the eyes. "Think brown hair."

After a moment realization dawned on him. "Liz Parker." he said with an amused grin on his face.

"Max Evans." she replied. And from that moment on, she knew things were going to be going differently.

***

Maria once again appears.

"Hi again." she said. "Um, that's all I can show you right now. Did you guys enjoy it? Let me know." she then pulled out a nicely decorated shoe box.

"Isn't it pretty?" Maria asked. "This is, the um, question box. Ya know, you have a question about what's going on, you write it down and put it in the little hole..." she points to the hole on the lid. "right there. And well, I'm gonna, I'm gonna leave it right here." she puts it down. "And, I guess, I'll see ya when I see ya..."

Maria exits.

...

Maria returns. She clears her throat. "Ahem.."

"To be continued."

***

Part Two

Maria walks out and immediately starts to shake the box. A frown appears when she hears nothing.

"No questions?" she asks.

Silence.

"Oh! But I guess that's good because that means you'll following everything okay, right?"

Silence.

"Great!" she smiles and gives a thumbs up.

"Alright, so, we last left off where Max and Liz meet for the first time in like, three years." Maria said. "And you would at least think they could be civilized...."

***

"Well, if it's not the lead singer of the Nit Whits." Max said with a smirk.

Liz smiled sarcastically. "Ohh, ha ha!" she said mockingly. "I see you haven't lost your charm."

He smiled. "So where's the rest of the Nit Whits?" he asked looking around. "Surely they wouldn't have let you run down a deserted sidewalk alone, would they?"

Liz adjusted her jacket to block the cool wind. "They're back home. They have buisness to take care of there before they can come to New York." she answered.

Max laughed. "Buisness? What kind of buisness?"

She opened her mouth to speak when she realized she didn't know...

Pause.

Maria steps out. "This is the part where she realizes that we've been doing nada, and she gets pissed...."

Play.

"You don't know, do you?" Max asked.

"It's none of your buisness." Liz fumed before she walked past him.

He grinned and walked a few steps backwards until he turned around and was in step with her again. "You've changed since highschool."

She glanced at him, but didn't say anything. "Why did you dye your hair. I loved it when it was brown." he said as he reached out a grabbed a few locks of hair.

Liz snatched her hair away and quickened her pace, only to get exasperated when he continued to follow her. "Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked him.

Max pretended to think about it for a moment. "Nope, not really." he said grinning. He could practically see the steam flowing from her ears.

"So..." he started. "Are you still dating that Sean DeLuca, guy?"

Max had to admit, he was attracted to Liz Parker, he has been since high school. She was a very beautiful girl, and she seemed to have bloomed over the last couple of years. He wondered what it would be like to...

"Yes," Liz stated firmly.

Pause.

"Hi, it's um, me again." Maria said. "I just wanted to fill you in. Sean is my cousin and they dated in highschool and like 2 months after ward. But that's it. Lizzie is just lying to get him off her case...Okay, well, um, back to the show."

Play.

"I hear you're dating The Weasel." she said with a smirk.

Pause.

Maria laughs. "The Weasel is..." she stops when she sees all the annoyed faces. "I'll, um, just let you find out on your own."

Play.

Max looked at her confused. "The Weasel?" he asked.

She stopped in front of the bus stop. "Maybe you'd prefer the Gerbil? Well, that's what her non-fans call her." Liz answered still getting a blank look from Max. "Tess Harding?"

Liz laughed at the look on his face. "Yup that's what people call her, the Gerbil. But the 'Nit Whits' and myself prefer Weasel." she said as the bus pulled up. She stepped on board and turned around to look into his angry face. "It was nice seeing you again Max."

Max stood there long after the bus disappeared. "And I assure you it won't be the last time..."

***

Later the Next Day

"So, do you think Liz has gotten us a gig, yet?" Michael asks as he twirls his drum sticks around his fingers. He was lying in a lawn chair, Maria was on his left and Alex on his right.

Alex stopped tuning his guitar long enough to answer. "She's only been up there for two weeks, I thinks she's going to need a little more time." he answered. But he couldn't stop himself from wondering what she was doing now. They had been waiting for an opportunity since as long as they could remember. He was waiting for the chance to see "The Whits" on every bill board in America...

"Don't you guys feel bad for making her go up there alone?" Maria asked, as she tucked her pencil behind her ear. She was finishing up the first song she ever wrote. She started it back in her Junior year in highschool, but stopped after she and Michael got married.

Michael and Alex looked at eachother before turning back to Maria and shrugged. Michael then leaned over to look at the song she was writing.

"You're actually going to finish that song?"

Maria looked from the paper to Michael. "Yeah, why?" she asked.

"But, ya know, you're married, it's like saying you want a divorce." he said, tossing a drum stick in the air.

"Aww, babe." Maria cooed before leaning over and kissing his cheek. The song she was writing was called Hunter. It represented her as a single woman. "You couldn't divorce me if you wanted too. I'm just doing this to add to our Cd." she said. "If we get one."

"When we get one." Alex corrected. "It's going to happen guys, I know it. We are going to get that phone call that leads to fame."

At that particular moment Maria's cell phone rang. The three friends looked at eachother before Maria grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" she asked as Alex and Michael crowded around her to ear as well.

"Maria!" Liz squealed excitedly. "You won't believe what happened!"

"What?" she asked. "What, what happened?"

"We got it!" she said. "We're going to be famous!"

Maria jumped up from the lawn chair and stared at Alex and Michael with wide eyes. "We're going to be famous!" she repeated. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, this is soo great!"

Alex and Michael hugged and started jumping up and down chanting: "We're gonna be famous, we're gonna be famous!"

"Oh my gosh, Liz, this is great! Are you serious!"

Liz was silent for a moment. "No, I'm not serious, Maria, I'm pissed off!" she said, her tone showing exactly how pissed off she was.

The look of devastation on Maria's face, caused Michael and Alex to leave their embrace. "What's wrong?" Alex asked.

"That was low, girl." she said into the phone.

"So wasn't tricking me into coming up here, alone, having me do the dirty work, alone!" Liz retorted.

Maria was silent. "Well, yeah it was..."

"Now, I want you three to get your asses up here, pronto. Until you are, I am not gonna attempt to get another gig." she said. "Understood?"

"Yes ma'am." Maria mumbled, and then hung up. "Well, Liz's pissed."

"So, we're not famous?" Alex asked.

"Nope." Maria answered. "Lizzie dear wants us up there right away, because until we're there, she won't get us another gig."

"Geez." Michael mumbled.

Alex stared at them. "We're not famous?"

"No, Alex." they said in unison.

***

There she was.

Her brown hair cascading over her slender shoulders, her amber eyes sparkling with delight, and her smile lighting up the room.

The picture surely paid off, considering Max spent three hours looking for his year book. He had every student body of the 12th grade to sign his year book, that is except for Liz and her friends. He really didn't care about the others, but he really wanted Liz to sign it. Just to see what she would have put.

Max remembered the rumor going around how Liz Parker had a crush on him. Now he wondered if it were true. Had Liz Parker been crushing on him all through high school but he was just too blind to see it? There was no doubt in his mind that he would have jumped on her boat. And now he had every intention of doing so.

But first, he had to get her to trust him. Earning her trust would be the hardest, but everything after that would be smooth sailing.

***

Liz casually glanced at her watch. They'd be here any minutes now. After she had hung up with Maria a couple of days ago, she felt a little bad for getting their hopes up, but she couldn't forget that they had every intention of making her do all the dirty work.

She knew that Michael and Maria would get over it quickly, but Alex would be the hardest. He had been dreaming of this moment since he was a kid, and she was sure that Alex was hurt by her practical joke.

Liz got up when she heard the knocking on the door. She opened it and sure enough the rest of the Whits were standing on the other side.

"Hello, Liz." Alex said stiffly as he walked past her.

Maria on the other hand, dropped her bags and pulled Liz into a hug. "Chic, I am soo sorry that we just left you up her all by yourself." she apologized. "I, holding the best friend status, should have known that it was wrong."

Liz laughed at her antics, and hugged her back. "No big deal, I'm just glad you guys are finally here to help." she said as she pulled Michael into a hug.

"This apartment sucks, Liz." Alex called from one of the bedrooms. "Couldn't you have gotten a better one?"

"Being as we have no money, I'd have to say....No."

"Babe," Michael said. "Help me carry up my drums."

Liz knew they were leaving so that she could apologize to Alex alone, and she was grateful.

She found him sitting on the edge of a bed, strumming his guitar. Liz leaned against the door frame and watched him for a moment.

"Did you guys have an okay trip?" she asked later on.

Alex shrugged.

"Did you forget anything?"

He shook his head.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?"

He shrugged.

Liz sat next to him. "I know what I did was low, and I promise you I felt really bad after wards. But you can't tell me that having me do all the work wasn't just as low." she told him.

"We were gonna help." he said after a moment.

Liz giggled. "Oh yeah? When?"

He shrugged.

She giggled again before resting her chin on his shoulder. "Forgive me?" she asks.

"Why should I?" Alex asked. He was milking this for all it was worth.

"Because Lizzie wuvs Alex." she answered with a pout.

He laughed at the old phrase they used since they were kids. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a hug.

"We'll get there, Alex." she said as she hugged him back. "It gonna take time, but it'll happen."

"Yeah." he agreed.

***

Michael sat at his drums and twirled his sticks around his fingers. He hadn't been able to play his drums since the ride up here. And that was a long time in Michael Time.

He glanced at Alex and Liz who were still tuning their guitars and the to Maria who was randomly hitting keys out of boredom.

"Alright, guys." Alex said, standing from the couch and throwing his guitar strap over his shoulder. "I'm ready to rock."

Liz stood as well. "Let's try to keep it down though, the Land Lord still might be able to hear it, and he might not appreciate our talent." she said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. "What do we play first?" Maria asked.

She thought about it for a moment as the put on her own strap. "How about 'Don't Think of Me'?" she suggested, getting approval from everyone. "Maybe I should sit down over there and let you guys play. You know, to see if you still have it?"

They stuck their tongues out at her and waited. They knew she wouldn't sit out. She lived to make music.

She glanced over her shoulders to make sure everyone was ready. "Alright, here we go."

"So you're with her," Liz sang, and then the drums and bass made their entrance, soon followed by Maria, as she lightly strummed the strings of her guitar.

"and not with me. I hope she's sweet, and so pretty. I hear she cooks delightfully. A little angel beside you."

"So you're with her, and now with me. Oh how lucky one man can be. I hear your house is small and clean. Oh how lovely with your homecoming queen. Oh how lovely, it must be."

"When you see her sweet smile, baby, don't think of me. When she lays in your warm arms. Don't think of me." Liz continued as Maria came in with for the background vocals.

Their music playing drowned out the knocking on the apartment door, and each of them went on playing, unnoticed to the watching eye in the doorway.

"So you're with her, and not with me. I know she spreads sweet honey, in fact you best friend, I heard he spent last ngiht with her."

"Now how do you feel? How do you feel? When you see her sweet smile, baby, don't think of me. When she lays in your warm arms, don't think of me."

"And it's too late, and it's too bad. Don't think of me. It's too late, and it's too bad, don't think of me."

"Does it bother you now all the mess I made? Does it bother you now, the clothes you told me not to wear? Does it bother you now all the angry games we played? Does it bother you now when I'm not there?"

"When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me. When she lays ing your warm arms, don't think of me."

"And it's too late, and it's too bad. Don't think of me. It's too late, and it's too bad. Don't think of me."

The keyboards, drums and acoustic continued on after the music with occasional bass in the background.

After the music died down they were surprised to hear clapping coming from the door way.

Liz looked up and almost died. Oh God. She thought. This can't be good.

"Bravo," Max said as he continued to clap and make his way towards them. "Bravo, Liz, you were right you are good."

"Whose that?" Michael whispered from behind. He didn't even know he was he didn't like him.

"You don't wanna know." Liz whispered back.

Max crossed his arms and grinned. "Who would have thought that the Nit Whits had so much talent?"

They recognized the name immediately. Michael stood from his drums, looking like an angry bull ready to charge.

"Well if it isn't the Weasel's Boy Toy." Liz said with a sweet smile, but dropped it immediatly. "What are you doing here?"

"What?" he asked. "I can't come and see my high school friends?"

"Friends?" Maria asked. "You put used jock straps in our lockers!"

Max couldn't help but snicker. "Well, I'm here today to let, bygones be bygones." he said as he extended his hand.

Liz walked up to him, turned him around and pushed him out of the apartment. "Leave." she instructed.

He just stared at her with a sly smile on his face. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. "You really should switch back to brown." he whispered before he left.

After Liz shut the door she groaned. "You'd think that he'd be anywhere, but New York, wouldn't you?"

***

Maria walks out and waves shyly. "Okay, okay, before you all start throwing your shows at me, I'm out here because it's the end, okay?" she said with her hands up. "Now, everyone, just put the shoes, down..."

The sound of people putting their shoes back on can be heard.

"Thank you." she said. "How are you guys enjoying it so far?"

Silence.

"Great! I'm glad you are!"

More silence.

"I'm gonna go now." she said and slowly started to walk towards the exit. "Don't forget my shoe box." she added, before she disappeared.

Maria's head pokes out from behind the curtain. "To be continued."

***

Part Three

Maria enters and once again heads towards the box. Shakes. Nothing.

Shrugging, she sets the box down.

"Okay, here's the scoop, after Max stopped by the apartment, nothing interesting happend after that. Nothing." Maria says. "We sat around, we played. We went to bars, we played. We went to clubs we played. And Mr. Evans kept his distance."

"He'd stop by a club we'd be playing at every once in a while, but then Mr. Hot Shot got called to do a movie. Don't ask what's it about cause I dunno." she said before the silent auidence could ask. "Any way, this takes a good three of four weeks from where we left off..."

***

"Finished!" Maria yells in victory. "I finished my song!"

Alex glances up. "What song is that?"

She scoffed. "Only the song that I have been spending three weeks on, in case you haven't noticed!"

"Oh. Well, I didn't notice." he said, getting a pillow thrown at him.

Alex threw the pillow back, hitting Maria in the forehead. Maria squealed before throwing it back, but he dodged it. He grabbed and threw it at her head, but she ducked and he hit the lamp.

At that moment Liz walked into the apartment with groceries.

Alex and Maria looked at eachother before running to the bedroom.

"What happened to the lamp?" Liz asked as she set the groceries down.

Michael, who was sitting on the couch reading a magazine pointed to the bedroom. He glanced up casually at her, then did a double take when he saw her hair.

"Liz!" he yelled and stood up. "What happened to your hair?"

She ran her fingers through it. "Oh, I um, got tired of the red." she answered, before proceeding in putting the groceries away. Her hair was back to her original hair color. Brown.

Alex and Maria poked their heads outside the door to see what was going on.

"Liz!" she squealed shocked. "Your hair!"

"It's brown." Alex finished.

Liz widened her eyes. "What's the big deal? I like the original color."

But Maria didn't believe it. "You didn't change your hair because Max says he liked it how it was, did you?" she asked.

She scoffed. "Please, that was so three weeks ago."

But Maria didn't look convinced. "Liz, everyone knows you've had a crush on Max Evans since Junior High." she said as she crossed her arm.

Liz gasped. "Okay that was back in the day, okay? I'm over him now." she said, trying to reassure herself more than them. "Besides, he's not my type...And it's not like it would work out anyway.."

"Whatever you say, Liz." Alex said before plopping down on an old lazy boy. "So what are we doing tonight?" he asked, changing the subject.

Before anyone could answer, Maria spoke. "We should work on my song that I wrote today." she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Actually, we need to get money." Liz said. "Because if we have no money, we have no food."

"Right, but, my song it's really good." she insisted. "We can look over a little of it now, and then go job hunting."

"Speaking of job hunting." Alex spoke up. "We really need to get jobs of our own for right now. I mean we won't be able to support ourselves on these gigs every other night."

"Yeah," Michael agreed. "Sooner or later we are going to have played in every bar and club in New York."

"Already a head of you." Liz said, pulling out several applications from her purse. "You guys dig through there, pick out a job and send in the application."

"...My song..."

"Later Maria." they all said.

***

On the other side of the continent, Max Evans sat in his trailer glancing over his script, yet nothing was registering. His mind hand been on Liz Parker since he saw her last month. She really was beautiful...

He spent most of his leisurely time formulating a plan on how to earn her trust. To make her think that he's not such a bad guy. And the only way he could think of, was to give her what she wanted.

Making up his mind, Max reached into his jacket pocket for his cell phone. Punching in the numbers he waited for an answer.

"Talk to me." a voice said from the other line.

"Kyle, it's Max-"

"Hey man, what's up? I hear you're doing the movie-"

"Kyle, this is important so, shut up a minute." he said before he could finish. "Does your dad still work with the Arista Records?"

Max give Kyle the details before he hang up the phone, a smile on his lips.

In two weeks his plan would be in motion...

And in two weeks, Liz would be his...

***

"This is good, Maria." Liz commented later that evening. They were waiting until they had to play at a local club, so they finally gave into Maria's antics and looked over her song.

"I know!" she squealed.

Liz continued to read over the words, her mind already formulating the melodies and rhythms. "How about you sing this one?" she asked, glancing up at her friend. "After all, it's your music."

"Really?" she asked. "I could? I mean you'd let me?"

"Let you?" Liz asked. "You're part of this band too, you can do anything you want."

Maria squealed again before hugging her friend. "I so wanna sing this song!"

"It's settled then." she said. "We'll work on it sometime tomorrow. Decide how we're going to handle it."

***

Maria walks out. "Okay, so later that night, we played at a local bar and made a decent amount of money. We were also invited back to sing again next Friday night." she explains. "And we're getting closer and closer to acheiving our life long dream."

***

Alex second passion, other than music was computers, and that's what he was going to do for a part-time job. He had picked out the application for a computer guy at Radio Shack. He was now sitting in the back room, having a small interview with the manager.

"Okay...Um, microchips, you know what those are right?" the manager Edgar asks.

"Yes sir, what's left in the bag when it finally reaches you." he replied with a straight face.

Edgar slowly raised his head to look at Alex. "That was a joke, right?"

"Yeah, it was." he said, wondering where this guys sense of humor was.

He then started laughing at Alex's joke. "That's funny." he said with a grin. "So, when can you start?"

***

Later that night, everyone met the bar they'd be playing at in three days. Both Liz and Maria had gotten jobs at the bar, while Michael is yet to find one.

"So," Alex said. "Maria, get me a beer."

"Get it yourself." was her reply.

He grinned. "You work here don't you?"

"Not today." she said with a sarcastic smile.

Pause.

Maria walks out. "You'll have to excuse me, I was a little cranky, I really wanted Friday to hurry up and roll along so that I can preform my song." she said. "We had practiced a lot, trying to get it to sound, just right, and we finally did. So there was being a real brat when the manager comes up...."

Play.

The manager comes up to their table with a look of worry on his face. "Our preformers for tonight, aren't coming. I need you to play!" he told them. "Just do a couple songs tonight, and do the rest Friday night. Please tell me you can preform!"

The group looked amongst eachother before Liz spoke up. "We'd have to go get our stuff-"

"Terrific!" he yelled. "Can you be ready in an half an hour?"

"Twenty minutes." Alex replied.

Maria stared at Liz. "Does this mean I can do my song?" she asked hopefully.

Liz smiled. "If you wanna."

"Yes!"

***

"Are you ready Maria?" Michael asked as he set up her microphone.

She nodded silently. This would be the first time she'd be the lead vocals in front of a audience. She wrung her fingers together. She was nervous, because for the first time, she wouldn't have her keyboards to keep her mind off the attentive audience.

Liz walked up from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You alright?" she asked as she put her guitar strap over her shoulder.

"Fine." she said, and gave her a smile. "Let's do this." she added with an encouraging grin.

Liz nodded before she motioned to the owner that they were ready. She took her place to the left and behind of Maria, adjusting her microphone.

"Good evening. Let's give a nice round of applause for tonights preformers, The Whits!" he said, as he clapped with the audience.

Maria glanced back at her friends once more getting their reassuring smile.

"With one light on," she say, as Liz did a solo on her acoustic. "In one room. I know you're up, when I get home."

"With one small step upon the stair, I know your look when I get there."

"If you were a king," then started Michael on drum, followed by Alex on his bass. " up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let me go, for this queen, you think you own."

"Wants to be a hunter again. Wants to see the world alone again, to take a chance on life again, so let me go."

"The unread book and painful. The tv's on, the sound is down. One long pause, then you begin. Oh look what the cat's brought in."

"If you were a king up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let me go? For this queen you think you own."

"Wants to be a hunter again. Wants to see the world alone again. To take a chance on life again. So let me go. Let me leave."

"For the crown you've placed upon my head, feels to heavy now, adn I don't know what to say to you, but I smile anyhow. And all this time I'm thinking...Thinking.."

"I want to be a hunter again. Want to see the world alone again. To take a chance on life again. So let me go."

"I want to be a hunter again. Want to see the world alone again. To take a chance on life again. So let me go. Let me leave....Let me go."

After Maria finished the song, she finally opened her eyes at the sound of applause and whistling. She watched as a very impressed owner walked onto stage.

"The Whits, ladies and gentlemen!" he said, causing the crowd to erupt in more clapping.

Maria glanced happily back at Michael, who mouthed a "Great Job." to her.

"The Whits will be playing here every Friday Night!" the owner went on, as he looked back at the group. His eyes telling them they got the job.

Maria's mouth gapped as she stared at her friends, before they all embraced in a huge hug.

"Fame, here we come!" Alex yelled.

***

"And he's right." Maria said as she walked back on to stage. "We were on the road to fame. But that for a different time. So ya'll come back, now ya hear?"

She started to leave. "Ya'll know the deal now, to be continued, yadda, yadda, yadda."

***

Part Four

Maria is surprised to find yet another piece of paper in her box. She clears her throat, unfolds the paper, and read. "Where is the bathroom."

Snickering can be heard.

"Okay guys, enough is enough, I happen to take this very seriously." she said with a frown. "You're lucky I like you folks...." she sighed..

"So," Maria says. "We are several steps closer to fame, and we have no idea that our last step would be thanks to none other than Max Evans himself."

"The Max Evans who put jock straps in our lockers. Max Evans, who put Liz's number in the boys bathroom, and wrote under 'Call for Good Time'. Max Evans who got his ass kicked by Liz for calling her a dike." she said. "Now why in the world would he be helping us out?"

Silence.

"I'm not looking for a more sophisticated answer other than....To get her into bed..."

"Enjoy the show."

***

Max Evans walked down the terminal to board his plane. He was going back to New York. Back to Liz. Within a few more days, Liz would finally have what she wanted, and so would he.

He puts his carry-on in the over head compartment before sliding into his window seat. The movie he had been working on was successfull, but he was glad to be going back. He was already offered to star in another movie, but he declined. He had other things to do.

Those things consisting of winning Liz Parker over. It would be no easy task. He knew that much. But there was no way in hell, that he was going to quit. Not this time.

When he was finally done with Liz, she wouldn't be able to turn him down.

Max smiled. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

***

"I was thinking." Liz said as she and her fellow band mates, sat around the living room eating their Tv Dinners. "That song of yours, would sound really great with an electric guitar."

"But you don't have an electric guitar, Liz." Maria replied.

"Not yet." she said. "They have a really nice one on sale at that guitar place, like right across from where you work, Alex. And I was thinking, that maybe, with half my earnings from every Friday night at the Night Shade, and from what I'm being paid to waitress, I'm thinking that I could buy the guitar." she went on.

"And ya know, I can switch from acoustic to electric when needed." Liz continued. She looked up at her friends. "What do you guys think?"

The three looked at eachother before looking at Liz.

They shrugged.

"It's your money, Liz." Michael said. "You can do whatever you want with it."

She nodded. "I think I'm gonna buy it."

"Then you'd have to buy an amplifier." Alex said.

Liz nodded. "I know, but it's just a really cool guitar and I really want it." she said as she stuck her fork in her mash potatoes. "I just want our band to be the best, ya know, for when we make it."

"It will be, Chica." Maria said, patting her on the shoulder. "We are gonna rock the world."

Liz smiled before dumping her food down the sink. "I'm kinda tired, I think I'm going to take a little nap." she said with a yawn.

"Night, Lizzie." Alex called before scarfing down his salsbury steak.

***

"Liz's little nap, turned into an all nighter." Maria said. "And though she didn't tell me, I know she had this really, bogus dream."

***

"The Whits' self-titles CD is now in stores today!" Carson Daily of TRL speaks into his microphone. "And here with us to celebrate is the lead singer and guitarist, Liz Parker."

Liz smiled at all the adoring fans, as they cheered and clapped. And like any respectful celebrity, she shook hands with as many of them as she could.

"How are you doing, Liz?" he asked.

"Oh wow." the awe-struck star says, as she runs her hand through her hair. "This is amazing." she looks out the window to the streets. "Look at all those people!"

Hundres upon hundreds of faithful fans stood in the cold streets before her, clutching signs.

"The Whits Rule!"

"Please let me come up to meet Liz Parker!"

"Liz Parker, Marry Me!" a young man a written on his bare chest in 40 degree weather.

There was even a "Alex Whitman is a babe!"

"My gosh, this feels great!" Liz said. "It's amazing!"

"So, inquiring minds, want to know." Carson started. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Liz blushed and was about to answer when someone already did.

"Yes." came a voice from behind her. She turned to see Max Evans.

...Woah, where'd he come from? Now I know this a dream.

He walks up to her and wraps his arm around her waist. "She's taken." he told everyone as he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.

...Alrighty, Liz, time to get off your high horse right about now.

"How long have you two been together?" Carson asked.

"Several months." Max, yet again, answered for her.

...Why am I just standing here? What in God's name is going on. This is a nightmare!

"Infact." he went on, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "I think it's about time..."

"Yes!" she yelled before he could ask.

"No!" she yelled as she bolted up right in bed. Her breathing labored and her eyes were wide.

Maria came trudging into her room. "What in the hell is going on here?" she asked wiping her eyes. "Did you run out of batteries or something?"

Liz threw her pillow at her. "That's not funny, Maria."

"Well, what am I supposed to think?" she asked. "I hear this wild, YES, and then a distressed NO, and. C'mon girl you know how my mind runs."

She sat down next to her friend. "So what's up?" she asked.

"I had the weirdest dream ever." Liz mumbled, the scenes still fresh in her mind.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No!" she yelled, but then recovered. "I mean, no, it's okay, I don't want to bore you with all the stupid details. Go back to bed, I'm fine." she said, as she laid back down, surrounding her body with the blanket.

It was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream...

"A damn good dream!"

***

Liz sat in a spinning chair in Radio Shack. Alex's break was ten minutes ago, but he's still working. Finally he settles himself down across from her.

With a grin on her face she leaned her forearms on her legs. "So, you wanna come with me to purchase my first electric guitar?" she asked. "I even have enough for an amplifier.."

He grinned himself. "C'mon, lets go."

Pause.

"And there off." Maria says. "Off to spend money on a guitar that would make everything better. Off, into the hands of..."

Play.

"Liz!"

Liz immediatly stopped her delightful skipping, when she heard the voice. She glanced at Alex and then back to the guitar shop.

Soooo close.

"We can make a run for it, Alex." she mumbled through the side of her mouth.

"On three." he said. "One...Two...Thr-!"

"I thought I that was you!" the giddy blonde said. "It's me, Pam Troy, what are you doing all the way out here..."

"Other than trying to get away from you?" Alex mumbled.

"Oh, just, hanging around." was Liz's reply. "What are you doing here?"

Pam giggled. "I got to college here, silly." she said. "What college do you go to?"

Liz cast Alex a sympathetic look. "Uh, we put college on hold for a little while."

"Ohh, surely not for your ba- Ohhhh." Pam said, as realization dawned on her. "Well, good luck!" and with that she was gone.

"That's two, people Alex!" she said after Pam was out of ear-shot. "Two people we have spent all of our high school years, waiting to graduate just to get away from them. And there here!"

"Calm down, Liz, New York is a popular state, and Max was just probably coincidence. You'll probably never see him again."

Pause.

"You're catching the irony of this situation, aren't you?" Maria asks.

Silence.

"Alright."

Play.

"Let's just buy my damn guitar, and leave."

Her little happy-go-lucky shopping spree moment, was over.

***

"Hello, Gentlemen, what can I get you tonight?" Liz asked. She was waitressing at the Night Shade until they had to go on. She's seen a lot of familiar faces here and have become good friends with some of them. Even the pot-belly owner of the joint was a good of the Whits.

"Just a couple of beers. Thanks Liz." they said nicely before carrying on with their previous conversation.

"Two beers, Ed." she said as she walked up to the bar, just as Maria did.

"Same here."

"You gals, playing tonight?" Ed asked, handing them each their order.

Liz grabbed hers and smiled. "Yep, you gonna stick around to watch this time?"

He handed Maria her order. "I wish I could, babes, but you know, the old woman."

Maria scoffed. "Why do men call us that?" she asked Liz before she walked away.

Liz laughed lightly. "Maybe next time." she said before walking off.

***

"There are like, a million bars, and clubs in the entire state, but which one do you think Max Evans picks?" Maria asks.

"Anyone? Three guess."

"No...Next try.."

"...What?..NO!"

"Yes! The Night Shade! Thank you to the guy in the back." she tilts her head to the side. "Your kinda cute."

"Ahem." she whips her head to the side to see Michael.

"Um, yeah, and well....Alright."

***

Max found an empty stool at the bar and sat down heavily.

"What can I get you tonight?" the man behind the counter asked.

He lifted his head. "Just a beer."

Max had just gotten back from Liz's apartment, only to find that no body was home. He was really hoping he could see her, but it didn't look like he'd be seeing her tonight.

He glanced around. He's come here before, and it's never been this packed before.

"Good evening!" a voice boomed over the microphone. "I'm glad to see you regulars back, but I'm really glad that there are some new faces here. I guess word travels fast huh?"

"Well, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about. We have a preformance tonight, just like we do every Friday night. So with out further ado, here's the Whits!"

The crowd broke out in applause and whistling as Max just stared shocked as they walked out on stage.

"Thank you!" he said, though no one could here him above the crowd.

***

"I told you'd would sound great with the electric!" said happily over the crowd.

"The Whits!" Rob the owner said once again. "Here every Friday night!"

"Hey Rob, can we help you close up?" Liz asked, she was so giddy that she didn't care what they did at the moment.

"No, you kids go home." he said. "I'll see you and Maria tomorrow night though."

"Night Rob!" they called as they helped carry the equipment to the van.

"You guy were great." a voice said from behind as Liz started putting stuff in the back.

She glanced behind her a smile on her face. "Thanks!" but did a double take when she saw Max.

"Oh, no." she mumbled, grabbing Alex's base and putting it in the back. Just then Alex walked up with one of Michael's drums. He almost dropped it when he saw Max.

"Just a coincidence, huh Al?" she said with a grim smile as she took the drum away from him.

"Ya need any help?" Max asked stepping closer to the van.

"No." she answered forcefully. "We're fine."

Michael and Maria walked out with the other set of drums, and almost did an Alex when they saw Max.

He took in all the shocked faces around him. "Surprised to see me?" he asked with a grin.

'What do you want?" Liz asked with an exasperated sigh.

"It's not what I want, it's what you want." he said with a smile. "I'm here to help you get a record deal."

"I don't think we have been properly introduced." Alex said as he walked up to him, his hand extended. "Alex Charles Whitman, III."

"Alex.." Liz mumbled.

He merely glanced at her. "So, um, a record deal, huh?"

"Meet me at this location." he said handing them a card. "Tomorrow at 3." and with that he left.

"I don't trust him." Maria said, as she looked at the card in Alex's hand.

"Me neither." Liz agreed.

"Oh c'mon guys, it's our chance!" Alex declared. "Let's not blow it. This may be our only, chance."

Liz stared into the desperate face of her dear friend. "Fine."

***

"Ok, one, it was a good thing Lizzie was doing for Alex, but two, bad thing she was doing for herself. Very, very bad..." Maria said. "Well, I can it's safe to say, that it's gonna be a bumpy ride." she chuckled a little. "And you guys have no...Idea."

***

Part Five

Maria decides not to shake the box this time, instead she rips the lid off. Nothing.

"Right."

"So, Max Evans, what do you think when you hear that name?" she asks. "Bet 99.9% of you think, BABE! What does Liz think? 75% Hunk of Burning Love, the other 25% arogant, self-centered, he can stick it where the sun-don't-shine, ass."

"But then again, that's just her."

***

"We're gonna be famous, we're gonna be famous..." Alex kept chanting as he walked around the apartment. They were gonna meet Max at a small studio owned by a man named Valenti.

Valenti. As in the actor, Kyle Valenti's father, who just so happens to work for Arista Records.

Okay, okay. So Liz was getting a little excited. Nothing to unusual. Who wouldn't get excited to be getting a chance of a lifetime?

But she also had to be worried. Max Evans was behind this, and who know what could be up his sleeve...

Other than a strong, muscular arm, leading to an equally muscular and sexy chest....

Knock it off, Liz!

She has been thinking very impure thoughts of Max Evans. Her enemy. This is just wrong. So very, very wrong...

"Are you ready yet, Liz?" Alex called as he knocked on her bed room door.

"In a minute."

"We're gonna be late!" he called back.

Liz rolled her eyes, before pulling her hair into a loose ponytail.

It's not like she's trying to impress anyone.

She glanced in the mirror once more, before exiting her room.

"Okay, the gangs all here." Alex said. "Let's move."

***

Max glanced at his watch again, as he sat patiently in the waiting room with Jim Valenti. Jim trusted Max, so of course, he'd take his word on how good this group was.

Really they were. But that's not the reason Max set up this meeting.

Pause.

"Okay, I think we all know why Max set up this meeting, so let's just fast forwards through that little thought..."

"There."

Play.

Finally the group walked through the door. Three mintues late.

"Well," Jim said, standing from his seat. "I see punctuality isn't your best skill."

"Punctuality is the virtue of the bored." Maria said from behind Michael.

He cleared his throat before motioning to the back room. "Shall we?"

***

"Go ahead and play one of your songs." Jim said through the intercom. Once he let go of the button allowing them to him, he turned to Max. "They better be good."

"Don't worry." he said. "They are."

***

"I'm glad I brought my own sticks." Michael said. He never felt comfortable playing the drums without his own sticks.

"What do you guys wanna play?" Liz asked.

"No Angel?" Maria suggested. Everyone agreed.

Liz grabbed the acoustic and slid the strap over her shoulder.

She glanced behind her to see if everyone was ready, once they were. She started to sing.

***

Jim gave Max a hundred watt smile. The kid was right, these kids were good. After the group had finished their song, he pressed the intercom button.

"We have gold." he said to them, watching happily as they jumped for joy. He then turned to Max. "It's a good thing you're doing for these kids."

Max just nodded and stared into the face of a very happy Liz Parker. He was glad he was the one who made her that way.

***

The Whits started to leave the studio with plans to start recording within a few days. Right now, they were gonna celebrate!

"We did it, Alex!" Liz yelled, wrapping an arm around his neck. "We've got gold!"

Alex chuckled, before wrapping his arms around her waist and swinging her. "I can't believe it's finally happend!"

"Well believe it, mister!" Maria said, with an equally excited Michael. "We're gonna be famous!" she started, now joining in with Alex's chant.

"Liz," Max said, grabbing her gently by the elbow and leading her a little ways from the group. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, Max." she said, letting up a little. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. "We never would have been noticed if it were for you. I don't know how we will be able to thank you enough."

He grinned. "You could, got out with me tonight." he suggested.

Liz stared at him. Nuh uh. "Max, no." she said and tried to walk away.

"Liz, wait." he said, grabbing her arm again. "You said it yourself, you don't know how you'd be able to thank me enough. It would be an honor for me."

"No-"

"Liz," Alex said as he approached her. "Let me just borrow her for one minute, Max."

He pulled her to the side. "Go out with him."

"Okay, whose side are you on?" Liz asked.

"Yours, all the way, but c'mon, he gave us our chance! The least you can do is give him his." he said.

Liz crossed her arms. "A chance to rip my heart out and do a mexican hat dance on it?" she quired.

"Liz, please. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be here. C'mon he can't be all that bad."

She glanced over at Max. He was gazing at her. A pleading look in his eyes. She looked back at Alex, the same pleading look.

Liz groaned. "Fine, but only one, date!" Alex leaned down and hugged her before pushing her into his direction.

"Well?" he asked, with a smile.

"Fine." she sighed.

"Great, I'll pick you up around eight?" he said. "Is that good?"

"Fine." was all she said.

"You won't regret this, Liz." he said. "I promise."

"I hope so," she said after he turned away.

***

"What time is it?" Liz yelled the fifth time in thirty seconds.

"The same time it was the last time you asked." Michael yelled back.

"Gee, I dunno, Liz. You seem pretty anxious for someone who didn't want to go in the first place." Alex called.

Liz came out in a black, knee length dress. "I just want to get this over with." she said, before turning around to show off her dress. "Is this too much?"

Alex gapped at his friend. He had never seen her show so much skin.

"This is too much isn't it?" She asked from his look. "I over dressed, I have to change, I don't wanna give him the wrong idea."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Woops, too late now." Michael said as he stood to get the door.

He pulled the door open to see Max on the other side.

"Hey." Michael mumbled before returning to his seat.

Max took that as an invitation and walked in, just as Liz walked back out with her purse. He smiled at her beauty.

"Evening, Liz." he said. "You look beautiful."

She blushed. "Thanks." she replied before glancing at her friends. "I'll see you guys later."

"Wait a minute." Alex said, before he grabbed Max, and pulled him away from Liz. "I gotta tell you something about her first."

Intrigued Max leaned closer to Alex, waiting for him to spill. "Her favorite pick up line in the world is, 'If you were a booger, I'd pick you first.'..." he told him before giving him two thumbs up. "Go get 'em tiger!"

***

"So, Mr. Evans takes my good friend Liz to this romantic restuarunt, and ya know, it makes me wonder why my guy doesn't do that?" Maria said. "I think I'll go have a little talk with Mr. Guerin right now."

***

Max smiled at the waitress as she grabbed the menus and left. They had both given her their order and now they were alone.

He continued to gaze at her, before he reached out and grabbed a few tendrils of her hair. "I'm glad to see that you changed your hair back." he said.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, causing them to fall from his fingers. "Yeah, well, it was time for a change anyway."

He grinned. "So, you're not really dating Sean DeLuca, are you?" he asked after a moment.

"What makes you think that?" was her reply from behind her glass of water.

"Simply the fact that Sean got married last month."

Liz shrugged. "He sneaks around."

Max didn't believe her. "What's wrong, you couldn't find the right guy?" he asked.

"There are easier things in life than finding the right guy. Like nailing jello to a tree." Liz answered.

"Well, don't sound too optimistic." he mumbled. "You're gonna need a man sooner or later and-"

"Needing a man is like needing a parachute, if he's not there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again." Liz said before could continue.

Max stared at her. He didn't expect it to go like this. But he could play her game.

"And ya know," Liz continued. "I want a sensitive guy-one who will cry when I hit him."

He chuckled.

"So, what about you?" Liz asked. "Do you really enjoy being with the Weasel?"

He shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I still miss my ex." he answered.

"Yeah?"

He nodded, before grinning. "But my aim is getting better and better."

Liz was the next to laugh. Max couldn't help but smile at the sound of her laughter. It was like music to his ears.

Pause.

"Well, the two soon-to-be-lovers-" looks at all the shocked faces. "What? C'mon, it's not like you guys didn't already KNOW it was gonna happen, I mean please. I didn't spill any major secrets."

She cleared her throat. "Anyway, they talked about everything, movies and music, which btw, turned into this big argument because Max doesn't like Nsync." Gasp! "I mean, I for one-"

"Maria."

"Love-"

"Maria!"

"What!" she whips her head to the side to see Michael motioning her over with a grin.

"Um, 'cuse me."

Play.

"Max!" Liz yelled at him trying to get him to stop talking. "Max, listen to me. There are two ways to argue with a woman and win." she said. "Neither one works. So give it up!"

"I can't believe you can have respect for someone who doesn't write their own music, play any instruments, and everything they do is choreographed, right up until they have sex after a concert." he argued. "It's pathetic."

Liz laughed. "Okay, I'm done, it's no use."

"So you give?"

No answer.

"So I win?"

"Not by a long shot. There'll be other times." she answered.

A slow smile spread on his face. "Does that mean I'll be able to see you again." he asked.

"I probably won't be able to get rid of you."

***

Max walked Liz up to her apartment, where they stopped at the door. It was a little after 11, and Liz was pretty sure her fellow mates were already in bed. She stopped at the door and turned around.

"I'm surprised to say that I had a good time night." Liz told him.

"Yes, we should do it again some time." was his reply. "I really enjoy your company, Liz."

She smiled. "Thank you."

They stared at eachother a few moments longer before Max slowly started to lean towards her.

What's he doing?

He licked his lips and continued to move every so slowly towards her.

Oh, my, gosh. He's going to kiss-

Pause.

...

Giggle.

...

Another giggle. "That tickles!"

...

"Mmmm, Michael."

...

Giggle.

...

"Do you hear that?"

...

"What I don't hear anything."

...

"Exactly! The movies stopped!"

...

Rustling sound.

"Get off me, Michael, I'm on the remote!"

...

Rustling.

...

"Where is it?!"

...

Play.


-me!

Liz turned her head just as their lips were about to meet, causing his lips to contact her cheek instead.

"Um, Good night, Max." she said, before she quickly disappeared behind the door.

Max stared after her. "Good night, Liz."

***

A very embarrassed Maria walks out. "I am sooo sorry about that guys, ya know I just-"

Michael walks behind her and slaps her ass, causing her to jump and squeal.

She glared playfully after him before giggling. She then turned back toward the audience.

"Um, to be continued."

***

TBC