posted on 23-Nov-2002 4:40:42 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
Hey all!
I decided to give this idea a shot. I saw that Rela had done the same thing and its a good idea! Why don't we have a group fic! Katie I really hope you want to do this! Because I hope you'll help me audition people to do this! I just think we should have a few different people who write a fic here. This never really fit on the main board so I thought we would give it a try here! What do you say!

OK so here is the basic plot I want! Since Rela is doing a uc one I figured we would do conventional couples! And I would love if it were R or NC-17!

OK max and Liz have never liked each other. The are both very high on West Roswells social standing. Max is the Captain of track and Liz is their very own leading lady. She always recieves the lead roles in the plays.
Secretly they had always been very attracted to each other, but they ended up hating each other when a girl named Pam Troy(second best to Liz, and in love with Max Evans) started telling Max horrid things Liz supposedly said. Max is extremely angry and from then on out hates Liz. He never even talked to her. Liz is angry because Max is being a royal dick to her and she had never even spoken to him.
Everyone in the school is aware of the fued going on between max and liz and yet know one knows what started it. There are rumors of a torrid love affair that ended badly, etc.
Anyways Maria Alex and Kyle are good friends with Liz. Michael Isabel and Tess are good friends with Max. When Kyle and Tess get together Tess and Liz become friends and one night Liz confesses that she is really hurt by all the things max says about her, and hat she doesn't know why. Tess sees that Liz secretly has feelings for him and looks to set them up!
Tess is going to be god in this one! And I would love it for Liz and Tess to be friends!
Max and Liz have to still hate each other, but I would like them to be so attracted that they end up kissing anyways, and then feeling disgusted about it. Even when the truth comes out they are so used to hating each other it doesn't go away immediately, but they begin to soften towards each other and eventually fall in love. I would love it if they got stuck having to do something together or locked in a closet or something! LOL!
The relationships between Michael and maria and isabel and Alex should go as they did on the show1 michael and Marias constant fighting! Alex staring at isabel like a lost puppy etc!
In the end all must be good and Pam should be out in her place!

For the Audition

PLease submit a piece of writing that shows your abilities! It can be new or a part of a fic you wrote that you especially write!
I don't know how many people we will take but I think this will be a lot of fun!

So get to it and audition!


Audition piece one

max and Liz have gotten trapped inside the womens dressing room of West Roswell. He had gone in there to piss Liz off for something. He shut the door and the janitor thinking no one was left there, locks them in. Its a Friday. They are stuck there. All weekend! The do not like each other at all, but they are very attracted to each other! Write what you would like to happen!
This just helps us get a feel of how you would write in this storie! We just want it to be really awesome! So go to it!

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posted on 23-Nov-2002 6:04:55 PM by Dia

This sounds like a great idea, it's an RPG right? Here's part 1 of one of my favourite stories, Without a Trace.

Liz leaned over Max, while he slept peacefully in her bed as the moonlight cascaded over his face and his behr body. After 7 months after the departure of Tess, she had finally given herself to the only man she had ever loved. Her heart tore at the wrenching thought of what she had to do, moments of their heated desire flashing across her mind, etched there for eternity. Liz knew as she lay there contendly that things had changed between them. And they had. Their bond was everlasting, a connection so deep that even death could not part them.

She brushed away the soft bangs that had fallen on his forehead, and she placed a featherlight kiss upon his skin, the only sound to be heard in the room Max's steady breathing. Sadly Liz knew this was the last time she would ever see Max Evans, the last time she could stare at his beautiful face, the last time she could ever touch him. She stifled back a sob as she laida hand upon her stomach. Earlier while she watched her love sleep, a glow formulated from underneath the sheets. A very..unnatural glow. Shaking, Liz lifted the sheets to rest her eyes upon the source of the light. Laid upon her stomach, a deep red glow in the shape of a tiny hand pressed against her creamy skin. A baby. Her's and Max's baby. The product of their love for one another.

Liz knew that she was going to keep her baby. She imagined a little girl or boy with dark brown, glossy hair with deep amber eyes, maybe even inheriting their father's ears. Her face lit up with joy, but soon relenquished as in her vision a man came and placed one hand firmly on her child's shoulder. A man in a black, a man who wanted her baby, a man who was willing to kill an innocent life. That would never happen she silently promised herself. She scurried across her room, cramming into her camping bag clothes, money and essentials. She would not let her child live in fear, even if it meant sacrificing the one person she couldn't live without. Liz was going to do it, put her child first, no matter the consequenses on her happiness.

She walked over to her bed, dressed and ready to go, and leaned over Max's body. Breathing in his scent, she laid a hand upon his sculpted chest as a smile played across his beauitful features in his sleep. Slowly and softly she placed a tender kiss upon his lips, tracing his jaw with her hand. "I love you" She whispered, smiling sadly. She never got a chance to say goodbye, a reason for leaving, a reason for abondoning her lover, best friends and parents. No one could ever know. She was on her own. Taking a last glance back, she climbed through her balcony window, onto her new life, without a trace.

Could I possibly ask to audition for Tess? Is that okay? Let me know what you think *happy* - Dia xxx

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posted on 23-Nov-2002 6:11:49 PM by tyranese
hello! I would love to do this, I have wanted to give writing in a group a go for ages! So you want me to post a little bit of writing from one of my fics so you can see what I'm like?

Okay... well a friend of mine told me they liked this scene in one of my fics so I'll post this one:

{if you want more let me know!)
This is Elizabeths Justice:

“Put your hand up to the glass,” Max said softly. “I want to see something.”

Liz pressed her hand up to the glass and watched as he put his hand up on top of hers.

“Look,” she said quietly. “My fingers barely come up to the middle of yours.”

He was staring into her eyes with an expression Liz did not understand. It was so…full of emotion. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t know what the emotion was but deep down she knew. She knew because she felt it too. She wondered if her eyes reflected his.

“Hmm,” he mumbled. “You really are so tiny,” his voice cracked.

She blushed but couldn’t bring herself to look away. “It’s so annoying. I’m the shortest person I know. I wish I could grow.”

“Please don’t,” he argued. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

Liz’s heart missed at beat. The words, ‘so are you’ sat on the end of her tongue but she quickly swallowed them away. Along with, ‘why did you have to be so wonderful? Why are you everything I ever wanted to find in my life?’ Dejectedly she pulled her hand away from the glass and slumped back into her chair. It squeaked slightly. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

Heres the link to one of my most recent fic so you can check them out if you want!

viewthread?forum=dreamer-fanfiction&id=225257] The Talented Miss Parker

If I could, I would love to write, Max or Liz's parts( or both!!! LOL) ...I can write them best! *bounce*

posted on 23-Nov-2002 9:12:10 PM by scifidreamer
I think this is a really faboo idea. Now you don't have to allow me to join, this is such an intriguing idea I'm gonna read it no matter what *happy*.

Alright the following scene is from a fic I am currently working on. The premise is slightly similar to this one, in that Max and Liz don't like each other to much in the beginning either. It's from Big Girls Don't Cry. Quickie summary: the aliens are human, the humans are the aliens. Liz and Maria are sisters.


They had sex. She had sex. Once. And that was all it was. Yes, just…Sex. There was nothing more to it. Sure it was amazing-mind-blowing-earth-shattering sex, with a climax that lasted over an hour. But that had nothing to do with him, or any nonexistent feelings she didn't have for him.

It was hormones. A completely chemical phenomenon.

God, she hated him. He was such an asshole. Always good looking, never smiling, a stupid mystery, with eyes that hinted at untouchable depths.

Arrogant bastard.

How had she let this happen?

He was witch! Or the male equivalent-a warlock! And had done some kinda voodoo crap on her. Something while merely momentarily paralyzing to a normal humans' defenses, were forever crippling to an aliens.

She thumped her head repeatedly back against her bedroom door. "Idiot," she muttered.

"What'd you say?" Maria poked her head out from inside her bed.

"Hmm., what?" Liz asked startled. "Oh nothing…just you know, customers," she lied.

Maria made an indelicate noise of understanding and concerment, in the back of her throat, "Totally feelin' you there babe. Hey, where were you after school today? I waited like half an hour before I left. Figured got you duped into some after school science tutoring thing."

Liz pinched her lips together tight, and nodded her head in accordance. It was so hard lying to Maria. She cleared her throat, "Yeah, some biology stuff. Thanks for waiting though."

"No prob. bob."

~I will not think about it. No memories~ She grimaced as she recalled his heavy breathing and broad shoulders ~Stop that! It may as well have not happened. You don't care. It means nothing. Yeah right. Ugh. Shut up! ~

"Hey sis, you okay there? You look a little flushed? Got a headache or something?"

~Yeah, "or something"~ “No, I'm okay. Just a little tired I guess," She walked towards the ladder, "I'm just gonna take a nap." She climbed up, "Wake me in an hour yeah?" she asked snuggling under the covers.

"Sure," Maria replied picking up her book.



"I think Max is a witch."

Maria chuckled, "Yep. A serpent in disguise, at the very least."

"Thought so," Liz said drowsily, "G'nite."

"Night sweetie," she said smiling to herself.


alrighty well that was it. I would be willing and grateful to write as anyone. especially Isabel or Maria or Michael. anyone, I don't know.

both scenes were wonderfully written Dia and tyranese. I read your other works tyranese and I've loved them all. I had no idea you were the writing Elizabeth's Justice. Must go check out *happy* .

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posted on 24-Nov-2002 4:01:34 AM by Lizzie_Parker17
Hey guys!

Great job! I really liked them all!
I just love the diverse amounts of talent here! Everyone writes so differently!

Ok well I thought I would pose this question to all of you! You mentioned writing for one particular character, but that would basically make this a big RPG. I was thinking more of a huge joint interaction fic! You know. Everyone thats chosen to write could write for anycharacter like a regular fanfic as long as it sticks to the plot and goes along with what the people before you wrote!
I don't know!
What do you all think?

Well me and Katie were talking and she suggested we give you like a topic from the storie and have you write it the way you would! So I have decided to do that!

Here is the scene! When your done post it here! Thanks a bunch!

Audition piece one

max and Liz have gotten trapped inside the womens dressing room of West Roswell. He had gone in there to piss Liz off for something. He shut the door and the janitor thinking no one was left there, locks them in. Its a Friday. They are stuck there. All weekend! The do not like each other at all, but they are very attracted to each other! Write what you would like to happen!
This just helps us get a feel of how you would write in this storie! We just want it to be really awesome! So go to it!

posted on 24-Nov-2002 3:24:07 PM by Elizabeth Evans
Ok, I originally wasn't going to audition because I'm not sure how much time I could devote to this joint fic. But that scene just has so many wonderful possibilities, it was too good to pass up. *wink*
Max snuck into the women's dressing room, careful to make certain that Liz would not spot him. He knew that everyone else had left long ago, including the drama teacher, but Liz spent a good two hours after play practice going over the difficult music and dance steps on her own. Then she would shower. Liz Parker. How he hated that name with a fiery passion now! She was playing the leading role, of course. She always won the best parts. Max had never cared one way or the other about that, but then Pam Troy started telling him all of the horrible things that Liz was saying about him. Not that he knew why Liz was saying those things. They were lab partners in biology and had always worked well least, that's what Max had thought. Now he was too angry to care about the reasons behind it. He just wanted revenge. And he had the perfect idea for his revenge, a prank to bring down Little Miss High and Mighty.

Max grinned just thinking about his plan. He was going to use his powers to turn Liz's shampoo into a hair dye that would color her hair a ridiculous shade of pink. He could hear the water running in the shower, and Liz singing one of the songs from the play.

Still grinning, Max silently approached the shower. Sure enough, her shampoo was still sitting on the chair just outside the shower. She really does have a beautiful voice, he thought randomly as the sweet notes of the song became even clearer to him up close. Max sternly pushed that thought aside and told himself to focus on the plan. No distractions were allowed. With a quick wave of his hand, he transformed the shampoo, then stepped back behind the costume rack to hide and listen for her reaction.

Meanwhile, Liz reached outside her curtained shower stall to grab her bottle of shampoo. She always worked up a sweat during play practice, so it felt good to clean off the sweat and cool down before leaving for home. As she lathered the shampoo into her hair, she also thought about how good it felt to wash her cares away. Like dealing with Max Evans. He had been such a jerk to her, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. They barely talked, except in biology, and she'd certainly never done anything wrong to him. Lately, his cruel remarks to her had been escalating, and she found herself being meaner and meaner to him in response. She wasn't quite sure why Max got under her skin, but he a big way.

With a sigh, Liz rinsed her hair and turned off the water. Wrapping her hair in a small towel, she dried herself off and dressed in her jeans and her favorite peach-colored peasant blouse. She walked over to the mirror, where all her supplies were resting on the counter: hairbrush, mousse, hairspray, and a blow dryer. As Liz approached the mirror, she was shocked to notice two very pink tendrils of hair peeking out from underneath the towel. She blinked, certain that she was seeing things, but the image refused to change.

"Please don't let this be real. Please don't let this be real..." Liz chanted to herself softly. Slowly she unwrapped the small towel and let her hair spill down her back and saw her worst fears realized. She could deny it no longer...her hair was a disgusting neon pink!

Liz let out a shriek of horror and outrage at the sight. She knew that only one person could have done this to her--Max Evans. Ooh, she was going to *kill* him when she found him!

At Liz's incredibly loud shriek, Max covered his mouth to keep quiet. His body shook with silent laughter. Mission accomplished! It took him nearly a minute to regain his composure, but then he quietly moved toward the door to get out of there before Liz caught him. He turned the doorknob, but discovered that it wouldn't turn. Crap! The janitor must have locked the door already! Max was just about to use his powers to undo the lock, but he was stopped when he heard Liz's voice behind him. Double crap! Now he was going to be stuck here, with Liz of all people, for the whole weekend. Suddenly his brilliant plan didn't seem so brilliant anymore.

"Max Evans, you are *so* dead!" Liz proclaimed, looking ready to strangle him on the spot.

Max turned around to face her and smirked. It was fun to know that he had gotten such a rise out of her. Now that he was stuck here, he might as well make the best of the situation. "You know, your face turns this really bright shade of red when you get angry. It goes great with your new hair color. By the way, love the suits you." Max couldn't keep himself from laughing, and it made Liz even more furious.

"Ooh! I *hate* you!" Liz screamed. She was beyond livid; Max had not only wrecked her hair, but he'd also totally insulted her and was laughing about it! She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, and she stepped forward to slap him, a dangerous look in her eyes.

Max sensed Liz's intention and quickly reacted by grasping her wrist to stop her. In that moment of physical connection, Max received a flash from Liz. It was an incredibly erotic flash involving him finding her in the dressing room just after her shower, while she had nothing but a towel to cover herself. In the flash, Max pulled her to him and kissed her passionately...

When Max came back to himself, he realized that he had pulled Liz to him and was kissing her in much the same way as in Liz's fantasy. Even more shocking was that she was actually responding! In that moment, Max let himself open up to Liz. Maybe she really was his dreamgirl that he'd always imagined her to be. He even allowed himself to doubt that she had actually said the horrible things that Pam Troy told him about. He let those fleeting thoughts scatter like fall leaves in the wind as he lost himself in the kiss...

Liz was totally shocked when Max pulled her in close for a kiss. It was beautiful and sweet and passionate, and Liz could have sworn that she could feel what Max was feeling....all the passion and attraction he felt for her. So for a moment, Liz let herself respond totally to the kiss. When Liz realized what was happening, though, she broke from Max and pushed him away from her. She was totally disgusted with herself for allowing her body to betray her like that. Surely the only reason that Max kissed her was to make a fool out of her again , or maybe just to stop her from killing him. "Stop it!" She told him firmly. "Just leave me alone." She backed away from him and moved toward the door, terrified to find it locked.

Max sighed dejectedly, his anger and irritation returning as Liz pushed him away. So she didn't want him, after all. She probably did say all those horrible things about him. "The door's locked, Liz," he said sourly. "The janitor must've locked us in."

"What!?" Liz cried in outrage. "You mean we're stuck here for the weekend? Just great!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at Max. Max tried to take a step toward her, looking as though he wanted to console her. Did she even detect a hint of guilt on his beautiful face..? Stop it, Liz, she told herself firmly. She could not allow herself to think about how beautiful Max was, even if it was true. He had proven time and again that he was her mortal enemy. "Just stay as far away from me as possible!"

Max felt badly about hurting Liz like this. For a moment after she turned the doorknob and found that they were locked in, she had looked so sad and vulnerable. But then her anger returned, and it brought back his own irritation. "Fine by me," he spat back. They each went their separate ways, moving into separate corners of the room.

Max sat down on the floor and sighed. What was it about Liz that got under his skin? As much as he hated her, there was an even stronger part of Max that wanted to undo everything he'd just done, to use his powers to change her hair back to its beautiful brown color and to open up the door so that they could get home. Or better yet, keep her here until she told him why she said all those nasty things about him. But that would involve telling her what he was. He'd thought about doing just that so many times over the years, but every time he stopped himself. It was a sacred pact between himself, Iz, Michael, and Tess that they would never tell anyone that they were aliens. So he couldn't use his powers in front of Liz. Max sighed. This was going to be a long weekend.

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posted on 24-Nov-2002 11:36:03 PM by Allie1031

"Good practice, today Evans," Coach Bartley says to me as I leave the weight room. "You really kept up with the front of the pack today. I sense good things about you, son. All your hard work is going to pay off for you someday soon."

"Thanks, coach," I return smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow morning on the track at 10 a.m. for practice."

"Alright, Evans, take it easy," Coach nods at me.

I let the empty weight room door swing closed. I'm always the last to leave on Fridays. Most of the runners hurry through their sets so they can go home on Fridays, but I've never really felt that rush. I just like to take my time and enjoy myself.

I quickly shower and head to my locker to grab my homework for the weekend.

Truth be told, I've really got no where to be. All the other guys rush home to see their girlfriends or to go to this party or that. I don't have a steady girlfriend and I try to avoid big parties with a lot of drinking going on because I can't afford to be at one that gets busted, especially after all the crazy happenings at the last party I was at. I just can't afford to sit out part of the season.

Lifting after a hard workout also gives me a chance to spend some time thinking, and it was especially nice today when I have so many things on my mind.

I sigh. Thank heavens it's the weekend. It's been such a trying week. That damn Liz Parker is making my life hell.

I walk down the hall to my locker and take out my book bag.

What the fuck is her problem anyways? I didn't do a damn thing to her and here she is talking shit about me behind my back.

What a bitch.

Speak of the devil, I see Liz Parker hurry into the girl's locker room with her costume for the school play still on.

I decide that I am going to give her a piece of my mind right now. Nobody insults my sexuality and gets away with it.

I close my locker door.

I look up and down the halls. Empty.

I listen at the locker room door which is open a crack. Silence.

Hmmmmm. It's almost six thirty. I would definitely think that Parker is alone in there at this time of day.

I mean what kind of dork would still be at school now on a Friday?

I ease open the locker room door slowly. I gently shut it, pushing it all the way closed.

I don't want anyone who might happen to walk by to overhear what I have to say to Liz Parker. It's none of their damn business. I'm tired of everyone picking apart my life.

Besides, a guy in the girls locker room? The principal would chew my ass if he found out and that's one lecture I'm not up to.

"Liz," I call out cautiously coming around one of the corners in the maze of a locker room.

Geez, this locker room is sure a lot shittier than ours. I guess Parker was right. I'd be pissed too if I was a girl and the guys got better funding and a better locker room. But I'd never tell Parker that her obnoxious campaign for a new locker room might be somewhat grounded.

"Liz," I call out again, a little louder.

I hear water running. She's showering.

I peak around the corner and I can see her head above one of the private stalls.

I can't actually see her naked so I walk closer across the room.

"Liz," I say her name from about five feet away.

She jumps and throws her shampoo.

"Fuck, Evans, What the hell are you doing in here? This is the fucking girl's locker room," She shouts at me. "Can't you read?!!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to talk to you and you've been avoiding me," I respond.

"I have not been avoiding you. Why would I avoid you?" Liz replies indignantly, picking up her shampoo.

She goes right along with her shower as if I'm not here.

Now I might think that Liz Parker is the biggest, most annoying bitch ever. But I can appreciate the fact that she's bold and she doesn't get shaken by much.

"You totally ducked around the corner when I called your name this morning. I saw you, Liz, you avoided me. You told Lindsey Mackoni that I am gay and that you saw me go into a gay bar holding hands with Barry and you know very well that you made that whole thing up. I'm friends with Barry, yes. He's a nice guy and great runner. But that doesn't mean I'm gay just because he is and I think he's a cool person. And as far as going into a gay bar. You just flat out made that shit up," I accuse.

"Whatever you say, Max," Liz shrugs washing the shampoo out of her hair. "I'm not going to waste my time arguing with you about your sexuality."

It pisses me off that she is brushing me off like that.

"I'm not gay, Liz," I protest. "I swear I like girls. I like them a lot."

"That's nice," Liz replies like she doesn't care.

She turns off the water.

"Could you hand me my towel, please, since you are here?" Liz asks. "Unless you want to see me naked. Personally, I don't really care, but if that's your thing, to sneak a peak a girls in the locker room so you have something to jerk off to…"

I pick her towel up off the bench and hand it to her. I don't give her the satisfaction of trying to catch a glimpse of her wonderfully naked form.

"See, you know very well that even you don't really think I'm gay. So why would you say that about me? I could just as easily go around and tell everyone you are a lesbian, and everyone would believe it, but I don't," I point out.

"Why on earth would anyone believe trash like that?" Liz looks at me skeptically as she dries her hair with her towel.

Now I may not like Liz Parker in the least. But a naked girl is a naked girl. My mind starts to stray from the topic at hand.

"Huh? Oh. Ummmm. I don't know. You've never had a steady boyfriend," I tell her. "And you told everyone that I was gay because I've never had a steady girlfriend."

"Well you haven't," She reminds me. "And for some odd reason you are like every girl around here's disgustingly fucked up fantasy."

"Hey, I can't help it if girls are attracted to me," I grin. "It's not my fault that I'm hot."

"You can help it that you are an arrogant prick," Liz insults me. "And not every girl is attracted to you. I certainly am not."

Liz wraps her towel around herself and steps out of the shower. She brushes past me.

I force myself to think of my crazy Aunt Edna's hairy upper lip.

"Yeah, okay, then why did you kiss me at Pam Troy's party?" I wonder watching her backside walk away.

The towel is not very big and it barely covers her ass. I have an awesome view of the long expanse of her gorgeous legs.

"I did NOT kiss you," Liz asserts whirling around. "I was drunk off my ass and you took advantage of me."

Her towel starts to slip off her body and I almost get to see the real goods.

Pull yourself together, I order myself. It's Liz Parker for heaven's sake. This is because I've gone way to long with out getting any.

"I see. I suppose your lips just fell onto mine," I nod. "That MUST be what happened."

"Shut up, Max. Don't be a smart ass. You kissed me and you know it," Liz retorts.

"Why do you hate me so much, Parker?" I question. "What the hell did I ever do to you?"

"What did you do to me??? In fifth grade you used to sit behind me and pull on my braids all the time. One time you even glued them to your desk," Liz reminds me. "And then the week after that you stuck my hair to your desk with gum!!!"

I snicker.

"Don't laugh you bastard. The nurse had to come and they had to cut all my beautiful hair off and it was really traumatic," Liz states. "And in third grade you tried to beat me up on the playground, but I guess that wasn't so bad since I gave you a black eye and you went and cried to the teacher like there was no tomorrow."

"I tried to beat you up? Are you kidding me? You attacked me, Parker. You knocked me down with a running drop kick and started to pummel me," Max recalls. "What third grader can even execute a running drop kick like that?"

"You told everyone I liked Michael and I told you to shut up but you wouldn't," Liz crosses her arms. "You had it coming."

"I only told people you liked Michael because you cheated at chicken on the monkey bars and wouldn't admit it," I respond.

"I did NOT cheat at chicken you cry-baby. I won fair and square. You could never hold on as long as I could and as soon as I wrapped my legs around you, you were toast," Liz asserts.

For some reason the entire phrase "as soon as I wrapped my legs around you" really captured my attention. In more ways than one.

"And," Liz goes on, "you weren't just an asshole to me in elementary school. In middle school, my entire eighth grade year, you followed me around teasing me because I was still flat and all the other girls had at least started to grow boobs. That was so cruel Max. Like I could help it that I didn't have any boobs. I went home and cried at night. I hated my body I thought I was horribly ugly."

Suddenly I feel like shit. I was really hard on Liz in middle school. I used to call her "the stonewall" because she was so flat and I claimed she was frigid as hell. And the last thing her body is is horribly ugly.

"Liz, I never thought you were ugly," I state. "We were kids. We were stupid. Seriously, I really though you were the prettiest girl in the eighth grade. I don't even know why I said those things about you being flat."

"Yeah well, don't wonder why I hate you Max. You have always been a complete asshole to me. Remember when you asked me to homecoming sophomore year and then blew me off when Susie Sutherland broke up with her boyfriend. That was so nice of you," Liz frowns.

"I heard you were going to blow me off for Tommy," I say. "I swear. That's the only reason I asked Susie instead."

"Why would I blow you off for Tommy? I'm not that kind of girl. I don't break my word Max. I'm not like you," Liz narrows her eyes at me and turns her back.

It occurs to me that I am horribly losing this fight. Truth be told, I have always been an ass to Liz Parker and I'm not even sure why. I don't really even think she is a bad person or annoying or anything. I realize that I don't hate Liz Parker at all.

"Listen, Liz," I start.

"No you listen Max," Liz jumps in. "You just get the fuck out of here. I'm sick and tired of you ruining my life. So get the hell out of here and never talk to me again. As far as I'm concerned you don't exist."

Liz starts to walk away from me but I grab her arm. She knees me in the balls and I go down for the count.

Through my watering eyes and from my curled up position on the floor I watch her get dressed.

She shamelessly abandons her towel to throw on a T-shirt, underwear and shorts, but not taking the time to bother with a bra.

I'm sure I'd be really turned on right now at seeing her backside completely naked except that I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to get it up again.

Liz Parker gathers her stuff and walks past me to the locker room, but not before kicking me in the stomach on her way.

And I find myself think that she is unbelievably hot when she's angry. Why is that?

I hear Liz try the door. And I hear her try it again. Then I hear he pound on it.

I manage to pull myself up. I lean against a row of lockers for support as air starts to regularly flow in and out of my lungs again. I hobble over to where Liz is cursing and trying to pry the door open.

"On Fridays, I am always the last to be done since I am the lead role. I have to leave the door open a crack if I am still in here so the Janitor can come by and lock it and I can still finish getting ready. But once I close the door it's locked and it's locked for the whole weekend. Please tell me that you did not close this door all the way Max Evans!!!" Liz says exasperated.

"Uh, I think I closed the door all the way Liz," I cringe.

"You have got to be kidding me. This is not happening. Why do you insist on making me so miserable, Max??!!! WHY?!!!" Liz cries dramatically.

"Calm down. Maybe the Janitor is still here. Maybe if we yell he’ll hear us and come unlock the door," I reply.

"Maybe your head is in you ass. Maybe you brain is as small as your penis," Liz retorts.

"Maybe you should pull that tree branch out of your ass and start yelling for help," I respond.

Liz narrows her eyes, but she starts yelling for help. I join in.

After a while I look at my watch and see that it is seven thirty. I know for a fact that the janitors go home at seven.

"Liz," I stop her hoarse yelling. "No one can hear us. It's seven thirty. The janitors have all gone home."

"NO," Liz protests. "I refuse to be locked in here with you. There has to be someone here. There has to be some other way out! I have a date tonight. I have to get out of here!!!"

"You have a date?" I question skeptically.

"Yes," Liz answers indignantly. "That's what I said isn't it?"

"I guess so. Color me surprised then. I was under the impression that you didn't date," I shrug. "You do know that going to the movies with Maria does not count, nor does eating at Burger King with Alex."

Liz flips me off and searches around the locker room for something.

"Okay, well then, who's the lucky guy?" I wonder.

"None of your damn business," She responds still searching frantically.

"He must be new. I've never heard of him," I quip.

You know, seeing her fall apart and all pissed off like this is horribly amusing.

Liz finds a bobby pin on the floor and hurries over to try to pick the lock to the door. I take a seat on a bench across from the door.

"Hey Nancy Drew, I think they make locks a lot better than they used to," I smirk. "Plus, I have to be honest, I'm less than confident in your lock picking skills. You are wasting your time."

"Well I can't just sit there and do nothing like you," Liz insists. "We have to get out of here, Max. I have to do something."

"Someone will find us," I tell her confidently.

"Yeah, starved to death if we haven't killed each other first," Liz frowns.

I shrug. I'm not worried.

Liz on the other hand is acting as if the world will come to an end if she doesn't get out right now.

She walks over to a wooden chair. Liz picks it up and slams it against the hard concrete floor as hard as she can until it shatters.

I just watch wide-eyed.

Liz breaks a leg off and heads over to the door with it.

"Geez, Liz, what'd the chair ever do to you?" I state.

Liz takes the chair leg and tried to hit the bolts in the hinges up from their secured position with no luck.

She starts breathing all funny and I realize she's hyperventilating. She sits on the floor in front of the door wheezing, striking violently at the door with her fist.

I hurry over to her and scoop her up off the floor, pulling her away from the door.

I notice right away that she has tears in her eyes.

Seeing Liz Parker, of all people, cry throws me for a loop.

I brush the tears off her cheek.

I take her hands in mine to examine the splinters in them from the broken chair. Some of them are bleeding. Cripes. I try to pick out the big chucks of wood. Liz winces so I stop.

"I-I-I'm a little claustrophobic," Liz admits. "I know it's not a small space but we are closed in and we can't get out and-"

"Don't worry, we'll get out," I promise. "Just don't get too worked up, okay? You have to stay calm."

Liz nods her head.

I pull her into a hug. I don't know why but I just do. It just feels like I should.

And then I pull back and I look into her beautiful brown eyes. I really did think she was the prettiest girl in the eighth grade.

Liz Parker has always been at the top of my list of the hottest girls in Roswell. It's a stupid list that the guys always like to joke about. I just always justified the fact that she was even on my list to the guys with statements like, "even though she is the most prudish, stuck-up bitch ever" or "even though hell would freeze over before I touched her."

They all just nodded their heads knowingly.

Liz's eyes meet mine. And something inside of me just clicks.

She's too gorgeous for me to resist.

And I kiss her.

posted on 25-Nov-2002 12:12:13 AM by tyranese
This isn't my best, no where near as good as Elizabeth Evans' and Allie's, I just wanted to post something...I will continue it a little further if you want me too.


Liz watched the last droplets of water drip off the showerhead and hit the concrete floor with a splash. The only other noise that could be heard in the empty room was her breathing.

Helplessly she glanced over at the clock on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time. She was so late, her parents were going to kill her.

Frustrated, she got up off the plastic seat and kicked her locker with all her strength. Stupid thing! She thought. It had never gotten jammed before, why did it have to now?

After three more attempts at kicking it open she slumped back down onto her chair and held her head in her hands. If she knew any better she would have guessed that someone had purposely done this to her. Everyone knew how important tonight was. After months of training, they were finally going to perform the production of the year.

Right now, she was supposed to be meeting her parents at the dry cleaners to pick up her costume but instead she was stuck here in this retched locker room in a wet towel. She refused to walk out into the gym like this—no matter how desperate she may be.

This was Max Evans fault she knew it. Well, she didn’t know it but she hated him so it had to be his fault. The stupid jock had done nothing but try to humiliate her and break her reputation since the summer so she wouldn’t be surprised if this had something to do with him. He could have gotten one of the hundreds of girls that worshipped him to glue her locker shut. Just because he was supposedly good looking…okay she could admit it, he was VERY good looking. Nevertheless, he made her sick, he pretended he was such a nice guy and then he went and said all those cruel things…


Liz’s ears perked up.

“Hello?” She said getting up from her seat. “Is someone there?” She sneaked out from behind the row of lockers clutching her towel together. She saw a shadow sneak away from the main entrance and started to jog after it. “No please, come back I need your help!”

There was a big crash as one of the benches was knocked over and more cursing. She rounded the corner hoping the girl hadn’t hurt herself when she discovered it wasn’t a she at all. It was none other then Max Evans.

“Max?” She said astounded. It took her a moment to register and then her face clouded over with anger. “Oh my God! You are such a jerk!”

He got up off the floor where he had tripped and brushed his pants with his hands.

“I can’t believe this,” she said throwing her hands up in the air in frustration and then quickly dropped them again to hold her towel in place. “You screwed with my locker didn’t you? You know that’s such an immature thing to do. Go fix it right now.”

When he didn’t say anything, it only angered her further. And the way he was staring at her…

“This isn’t funny!” She cried. “I have to get out of here, I am already late. I swear to God if you don’t—”

“Okay, okay!” Max said throwing his hands up in defeat. “But it won’t do you any good, the doors locked.”

Liz’s mouth dropped open. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“The. Door. Is. Locked. The janitor must have already locked up for the weekend….”

“You’re lying,” she said. She turned around and walked towards the door. When she started panicking, she broke into a run. “No, no, no… you can’t do this to me! Not tonight, not tonight!” She pounded on the door and pulled on the knob. “Hello? Is someone out there! You have to help me I’m locked in here with a psycho!” She yelled.

“I resent that,” Max spoke behind her.

“You’re a fine one to talk, ‘Mr---Liz Parker is suck a Frigid Bitch’ Those were your words, no? I think Psycho is kind in comparison.” Liz kicked at the door. “Help! Someone!”

“Stop kicking the damn door, what you want to break your foot?” When she didn’t stop he walked up and grabbed her arms. “I said stop! You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Like you could care less, let go of me.” Liz struggled to get away from him and quickly gripped her towel as it started slipping down her chest. Her eyes started to fill with tears. “Unlock the door, I know you are the one who locked it. Tonight is important! If I don’t get out soon the whole school will be let down.”

Max shoved his hands in his pockets. “I can’t unlock the door,” he said.

“Please?” Liz said. She was so desperate she had resorted to asking him nicely? She couldn’t believe it. He deserved nothing from her. He was the reason she had spent so long too modest to get a boyfriend. He was only here to laugh at her.

“Look, if I could, I would. I didn’t lock it, why would I do that?”

“Why would you screw with my locker? Why would you be so mean when I have done nothing to you? How should I know?” Liz shivered. She couldn’t believe she was standing here, half naked, in front of this jerk. She bet he was a pervert, he was going to try to rape her wasn’t he? She wouldn’t be surprised.


When his brow crinkled in confusion, she rolled her eyes. “God, just go open my locker. Surely you can do that?

“Okay,” he said. “Fine.”

She followed him to her locker and waited not so patiently for him to open it.

“Turn around,” he said.

“What?” Liz snapped looking at him doubtfully.

His jaw clenched. “Just turn around, two seconds Liz, why are you so stubborn? TURN around.”

Liz turned around, remembering her thoughts on him raping her. He was probably just crawling with diseases.


“There,” Max said finally. She looked at him and then at the locker. He was staring at her. What, she thought, you don't expect me to thank you, do you?

He opened his mouth and then closed it again. He spoke quietly, “kind of a shame really.”

“What is?” She said angrily reaching into her locker and pulling out her clothes.

“That you won’t be walking around in a towel anymore.”

What the…?

posted on 25-Nov-2002 1:28:46 AM by Morrigan Undomiel
Ok ignore this. heh heh.

[ edited 1 time(s), last at 25-Nov-2002 1:32:27 AM ]
posted on 25-Nov-2002 2:57:50 AM by Lizzie_Parker17
very nice you guys!
Very nice
Morrigan Undomiel Why didn't you post?!
Hope you come back and decide to


posted on 25-Nov-2002 6:03:40 AM by JBehrsGurl
I'm so nervous I could spit. LOL But here goes...

My part:

“Hey Max the parking lot’s this way.” Michael Guerin chuckled as they left the boys locker room after a long day of football practice.

Max smirked as he went in the opposite direction, “I have a little business to take care of first.” He winked walking backwards towards the girl’s locker room.

“Huh?” Michael’s brow crinkled, “No ones in there except maybe Liz, Max. And I thought you hated her since forever, besides she threw her diet coke in your face this after-“ He stopped when Max's intentions were made clear. “Noon.” He finished.

Max nodded, “I’ll catch up with you later alright?” He said before spinning on his heels, Liz was going to wish she never met him –that is, if she hadn’t already.

As quiet as he could he snuck up to the door and gently opened it an inch, peaking inside he saw no one and heard nothing inside, but the faint sound of the showers. One showerhead in particular was running. He greedily rubbed his hands together and pressed the door open letting himself in and shutting it behind him firmly.

As he drawled nearer and nearer to his destination he began to hear the weak sound of a CD player’s bass thumping, it was then that he heard the most horrible sound in the world.

“Ah, heat is up! So-ooo ladies, fellas. Drop your cu-ups!” Liz sang, Max cringed at her high pitch tune. He covered his ears and moved in closer despite her offbeat voice.

“Bodies packed –From front to back. Now move your ass –I like that!” She danced around; Max noticed that he saw a hint of her cleavage from just above the stall that hid her completely from his eyes. Damn. He thought bitter, he hoped to at least get a peak. Regardless of the fact that she was Queen Bitch of Roswell High she was still hot.

“Tight hip huggers (low for sure). Shake a little somethin' (on the floor). I need that, uh, to get me off. Sweat until my clothes come off!!!” She shimmied around sultry in her stall and Max felt his pants get tighter.

This is Liz Parker, Max. Bitch. Not sexy. Sure she has a great ass and nice perky breas-


He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“Who’s there?” Liz called out pressing the stop button. Steam filled the space and had transformed the locker room into a mystical scene. “Answer me! I said whose there!” She shouted angry, secretly she could have wet herself if she wasn’t already soaked.

Max covered his mouth and tried to stifle his laughs, he had to go through with his plan. Sidestepping along the lockers he made his way to the only open one.

“Must be it, I don’t know anyone else who would wear a skirt in the middle of December.” He snickered and began to grab every piece of clothing from inside. He paused suddenly when he came across her underwear, “So Liz likes it up the ass huh?” He said to himself. Glancing around he brought them to his nose-


Max flung himself against the lockers and dropped all her clothes in a big heap to the floor, “You scared the shit outta me!” He snapped.

I scared YOU?” She scoffed unbelievably, “How do you think I felt? I’m a young and very attractive girl alone and half naked in a locker room! I thought you were a cereal killer! Had I known it was just… YOU I could have enjoyed the last of my hot shower.” She scowled.

“Well looks like I saved the ears of many.” He crossed his arms and beamed.

Her eyes widened and she shrieked, “Oh right! As if your opinion really matters!” She grabbed tight at the towel that hugged her figure.

“Just what do you mean by that?” He growled stepping over the bench, moving in closer to her.

She waved him away carelessly, “Oh please, as if I feel threatened by you.” She rolled her eyes and passed by him to her locker. “What the hell are you doing here anyway?”

Her scent was intoxicating; he smelt the slight aroma of strawberries and baby powder. Shaking his head he responded, “Oh yea, thanks for reminding me.” He grinned sliding his hand into his pocket, “Hey Liz.” His smile grew wider.

She turned around annoyed, “WHA-T?!” She snapped.

“Say cheese.” He hurled her towel from her hands and snapped three blinding flashes in her eyes.

“YOU BASTARD!?” She screeched reaching for the camera, “I’ll have you expelled!” She screamed jumping for it held high above her head.

“You know Liz,” Max's eyes traveled her bare flesh hungrily, “I can’t help but notice your naked body in my presence.”

Her jumps stopped immediately, she stood tall and elegant before him, “And what do you think?” She purred.

Her sudden change in mood set Max's hormones off like fire. His breath became ragged and he felt his erection grow harder, shit! Why did she have such an effect on him? He could have any girl he wanted, why her? Of all people!

“What’s the matter Max. Never seen a naked girl before?” She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

He knew what she was doing, he just couldn’t keep himself from falling into her trap, her eyes were so… so lustful, she looked as if she could eat him alive!

Pressing her breasts firmly against his chest she trailed her fingernails up and down his arm, “Max…”

“Uh-Uh-Uh… Y-yea?” He gulped, his Adams apple rising and falling in his throat. The hot thumping in his ears grew louder and his blood pumped faster.

“If you give me the camera I promise to make it worth your while.” She said huskily licking her lips wet and staring at his lips. If he only knew how much this was turning her on as well as himself.

Then all resolve seemed to have come crashing back, “You wish Parker.” He grinned and spun around to leave.

“You asshole!” She screamed grabbing her clothes, “You wait right there!” She howled at him and quickly threw her clothes on, “Where are you going! Come back!” She shouted running after him and struggling with her skirt. “Shit!” She cursed almost tripping in her heels.

“Should have worn flats!” Max called over his shoulder just about ready to open the door before him, he loved making her squirm.

He paused just in time to her the thrashing of her bare feet against the cold concrete floor. He smiled to himself, “Oh Parker.” He called once again, “You photograph oh-so well how about an after shot.”

She stepped from behind the lockers angry, and drenched. Her hair was soaked and dripping all over her clothes, “Give. Me. The. Towel.” She held out her hand.

He saw that miss Parker has not worn a bra this morning to his most delightful surprise, “BY all mean, come and get it.” He held it out to her, “By the way Liz, you look positively ravishing!” he winked. “Give me more of that attitude!” He said and snapped more pictures.

“You’re going to wish you were never born Evans.” She stormed over and snatched the towel from his hands. She flipped her head over making sure to splash Max with its moister and rung her hair up in the towel. “Now that you have ruined my day I’d like to go home now, I have a party to attend. Some of us have lives after all.” She said picking up her heels and pulling them on.

Max looked her over; she had a white button up dress shirt and a small-tiny black mini-skirt. Her gemmed belt hung low on her waist and he watched as she tied the bottom of her shirt into a knot, reveling an inch or two of her navel. She perfectly mimicked the naughty catholic schoolgirl look. He desperately wanted to press her up against the lockers and make her moan his name as he sucked the skin on her neck, he wanted to hear her cry out just before she exploded in pleasure. He wanted to feel her bare skin against his; he wanted to caress every inch of her body until she tingled in pure ecstasy.

“What.” She griped looking up into his eyes, “Take a-“

“Picture?” Max finished, “Don’t mind if I do,” he snapped three photos to piss her off.

She walked up to the door and waited, “Well?” She said glaring daggers at him.

“Well what?” He settled himself against the wall beside the door, “Are you going to open the door or what?” He laughed, he knew she had expected him to open the door for her. She probably had never opened a door for herself in her whole spoiled life, he supposed.

“Uh! You’re such an ass.” She huffed and fumbled with the knob. She pulled, she turned and she shrieked, “This isn’t funny Max! Open it!” She pointed angrily at the door.

He looked at her questionably, “What are you talking about?”

“The door! Why did you lock the door! I’m tired of your games, open it!” She shoved him with her tiny well-manicured hands.

“What? Scared you’ll break a nail?” He joked and stepped up to the door. He grabbed the knob and got nothing. Not even a budge, “What the?” He tried again to no avail, “What did you do?” He said calm.

“ME? What did I do? What did YOU do?!” She accused.

“Will you stop referring to me like that?! It’s getting quite unnerving.” Max's cool exterior faulted.

“Like what?” She scowled at him, gosh he was such a jerk! If he wasn’t so ungodly gorgeous she would have got him kicked out of school ages ago!

“Like it kills you to actually say my name.” He spat, “I don’t even know why you hate me so much anyhow. We never talk to each other.” He turned away from the door and sat down on a near by table.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Liz replied, “Open that door Evans. I’m not going to be stuck in here with you all weekend.”

“Well it wont budge so what do you expect me to do about it?” He snidely responded.

“Use your barbaric instincts! DO SOMETHING!” She screamed, “Wait! I have my cell phone!” She cried in triumph. She dug threw her purse franticly and withdrew a flashing cell phone. She dialed Maria and waited…

And waited…

And waited…

BEEP! Her cell deafened her ear and she removed it sharply away from her. It lit up and went out completely. LOW BATTERY! It said right before the glow disappeared. Her eyes darted at Max, “Please tell me you have a cell phone.” She pleaded.

He nod grinning, “Oh but Parker we’re having such fun!” He teased. And went in his right back pocket. Hmm, that’s strange. Nothing there. Then he went in his left back pocket. He tried his front pockets… his side pockets! OH NO! “Funny story really.” He tried to charm his way out of it, “My cell phone is…” He sat back on the table.

“Is…?” Her eyes watered.

“Is currently charging in my car?” He winced.

She shook her head panicking, “N-N-N-No… W-we can’t stay here all weekend. We’ll starve. We’ll suffocate! Stop breathing will you! Stop! You’re taking up all the air! STOP BREATHING! I’m too young to die!” She began to pound the door.

Max rolled his eyes and hoped off the table, “It’s no use. Everyone leaves at seven and no one comes back until Monday.” He pulled her away from the door gently.

She shook her head again, “No. NO! I won’t have it!” She threw herself against the door and pounded some more.

“Liz stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away from the door.

She struggled to get out of his grasp but gave up quickly realizing that she was no match for the star quarterback of Roswell High. Besides, his hands on her hips was a REALLY nice feeling. She stopped wriggling and went limp, she allowed him to guide her over to the middle of the gym. His hands never leaving her waist, he walked in sync with her ever step.

“We wont starve cuz we have those.” He pointed out from behind her, Liz looked up to hear the humming of the vending machines, “I could have a cherry cola myself. How about you?” He murmured in her ear.

Liz clenched her eyes tight and sucked in her breath threw gritted teeth, he was getting to her. His suave debonair style and cocky ego was such a turn on. She groaned when his warm hands left her hips and the heat from his body turned away from her back. She watched as he waltzed over to the soda machine and went into his pockets for change. His baggy faded jeans and black t-shirt set her insides on ablaze. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was NOT attracted to Max Evans… She was.

“Here.” He handed her the cold bottle and she immediately pressed it against her skin to help sooth her desires, she needed a COLD shower now.

She watched as he guzzled down his drink, captivated by his stance and the way he tilted his chin up when he swallowed, she found that she was ultimately turned on by the way his Adams apple rattled while he drank. His dark tan skin and his raven black hair were all the qualities she so desperately favored. There was just something about Max Evans that tilted her world upside down.

“Better?” He said tossing his empty bottle in the trash.

Uh. Huh. She replied within and nod her head in slow motion.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He snickered.

Then she remembered all the reasons she hated him, “There’s gotta be a way out of here. A window, an unlocked door. Anything. I’ll be damned if I have to stay here with YOU the whole weekend.” She looked him up and down, her smug face coming back full on.

Max unbelievingly shook his head, “You are such a snob. Damn baby why you gotta be working my nerves?” He said.

Her eyes widened at being called baby from Max Evans. As much as she longed to be his baby, she also would rather die a thousand deaths, “What did you just call me?” She hissed.

He rolled his amazingly sexy amber eyes and took a step forward, “Listen, we’re gonna be here a while. A LOOOONG while, so why don’t we just play nice until then huh?” He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.

She stared in his eyes and she saw such passion and lust she could have attacked him. She could do it, she could take him right here, right now and then deny that anything ever happen on Monday when he would brag about to his friends. She could slowly move in and kiss his lips, his full luscious lips. She slid her tongue along his bottom brim and ask for entrance, she could easily caress his mouth with hers. She could lift his shirt up over his head and devour his hard muscled torso, she could make his head thrust back in passion as she straddled him in ecstasy. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, she was a prize, she was more than that. She shrugged off his hands from her shoulders and sat on a bench next to the lockers.

“Fine.” She muttered unhappy.

“Fine.” He rubbed his hands over his face and sat down across from her. “So how’s your day been?” He asked.

She sunk her face in her hands. This was going to be one HELL of a weekend.

how was that?

posted on 25-Nov-2002 11:05:50 AM by Lizzie_Parker17
posted on 25-Nov-2002 7:54:54 PM by sugarplum17
So this is basically like a big round robin? Someone writes a part, then another person writes a part, then another person writes another part? Or is it like someone writes a part, passes it on and then another person adds to it? Or did I just say the same thing and phrase it two different ways? LOL. *happy*
posted on 25-Nov-2002 8:12:10 PM by Liz_Parker
Hi, I'd like to be some part of it *happy*, here's a part from my story, hope U like it!

Kyle touched Isabel's arm softly which made her jump.
"Are you ok?", he asked.
"Yeah.....just wallowing in self pity if you call that ok"
He hugged her. Isabel somewhat relaxed in his arms. She missed Jesse to death but at least she had some company. Isabel looked over at her brother who was all grins the whole trip. "Well, at least he can be happy", she thought to herself.

Max kept looking at Liz to make sure she was there.
She was finally all his, not Kyle's, not Sean's, but ALL his. She was now Elizabeth Evans....forever. He loved her to death, and always has, since day 1.

"Lizzy?", He said
"Yeah Max?"
"I love you.", he stated simply.

Liz just had to smile. He had told her that a thousand times since they got in the van after the wedding. She kissed him lovingly and he gladly kissed back.

"I love you more Mr.Evans", she said giggling.
"You could never love me more then I love you, Mrs. Evans!"

Just as they were about to start doing that back and forth forever, they heard a growling noise from in front of them so they looked over.

"God!, You two lovebirds can get on my last nerves sometimes.....I gave up my marriage for this, and it DOES NOT help me to see you two laughing, smiling, and who knows what else....jeez....", Isabel let out all her feelings.

"I....I'm sorry Izzy, I didn't know you felt like that", Liz said nervously squeezing Max's hand.

"Well now you do!"

Maria looked at what was going on in shock, then climbed in the front seat with Michael.

"Hey Spaceboy?", She said softly
"What do you want Deluca?", he answered gruffily gripping the steering wheel.

She took a deep breath and started to continue but just then a loud crash was heard, and Michael was flung forward into the glass. Maria screamed as she saw his face covered in blood. When she looked up she saw about 4 other cars smooshed around the van....seemed to her that Michael wasn't paying attention to what he was doing when there were other cars.

Liz heard Maria scream, and looked up at Michael then gulped. Then they heard sirens.

"We can't stay here Evans!", Kyle said
"We have no choice Kyle, somehow I have to heal Michael then we have to leave as soon as possible!"

Once again Kyle was over ruled by Max Evans. He hated that. But, he was "the almighty king of Antar". He just wanted to get away and fast, if the cops found out who they were, and where they were going....then Max,Isabel,and Michael....and maybe even Liz would be brought the White room.

Max hurried up to the front and hurridly tried to heal Michael...but something wouldn't let him. He sighed heavily then pushed Michael's body backwards and got in the front seat himself and drove off.

"Will he be ok Max?", Maria asked

"I don't know Maria....I don't know"
posted on 25-Nov-2002 10:57:36 PM by sugarplum17
Alright, well I'm here for my audition! *happy* Hope you don't mind Britt, but my butt REALLY hurts! So I just decided to use what I've been working on for the last hour or two instead of the situation that you created. It's the second part from my fic THE PROFESSIONAL.

Part Two

Liz sat slouched in the comfortable pleather seat as she casually sipped her drink. Her critical chocolate colored eyes surveyed the passengers around her. The children – and to her horror there were children sitting among her in first class – were all standing on their parent's laps with their headphones on, straining to see the movie the airline was showing over the tops of the seats infront of them. The ones that were big enough, like the boy who sat next to her who had to have been at least twelve, were sitting ramrod straight in an effort to see. Homeward Bound. She thought disgustedly as she looked away from the boy. When she was his age, she didn't give two shits about talking cats and dogs navigating their way home. Leon had introduced her to shoot ‘em up movies like Good Fellas, The Untouchables, Scarface, and The God Father. It had been all over from there.

A hand on her shoulder brought her out of her memories and she turned to see Randal, her flight attendant, standing in the aisle beside her seat. "How's the flight for you?" He asked her, his voice annoyingly pleasant.

"It's fine." She replied as politely as she could before looking away from him. She had hoped he would take it as a hint.

"May I get you anything?" He asked her, gesturing to her drink. "Another scotch perhaps?"

Looking down at the brown liquid, she realized that this man probably wasn't going to leave her alone unless she allowed him to service her in some way. Jerking her head back, she downed the rest of the drink and shoved the glass into his hand. "Another drink would be wonderful."

He stood beside her seat, clutching her empty glass in his hand with a mixture of amazement and surprise on his face. He had been a flight attendant for nearly three years now, and in that time he had never seen a woman down a drink the way that she had. Especially scotch! He had run across older women who had probably acquired a taste for the drink from their husbands, but mixed it with coke, but this woman – who couldn't have been more than twenty-six – was drinking her scotch straight and neat. He'd only seen old men drink it that way. Women like her made him wish he was straight!

When Randal had come and gone, leaving the newly filled glass in her hand, she rested her head against the seat cushion and closed her eyes, hoping for a little peace and quiet. She had to figure everything out, plan it all very carefully. She hadn't allowed Tess to give her a photograph of this Max Evans character, but a description instead. She couldn't have a trail of paper leading from her to this Max. According to Tess, he was tall and devastatingly handsome. Liz was to be careful around him, because apparently he could charm the pants off of you before you even had time to tell him your name.

According to Tess, next to his perfectly toned body his eyes were his most dangerous feature, and Liz was to avoid them at all costs. They were a beautiful honeyed hazel color, or so it was said, and they could swirl with every single emotion ever known to man at any given moment. Or so she was told. He was a creature of habit, meaning that his daily routine was almost always consistent with that of the day before. He hailed from the south-west, where he had dropped out of high school shortly after turning seventeen and ran away to the big apple where he conned his way into Tess Harding's life, or so she claimed.

He had, in recent years, moved back to his hometown and other than that Tess knew nothing else about him. Liz had to wonder what their relationship had been. Obviously Tess had been involved with him, sexually. It was apparent in every comment she made about the man, but Liz wondered why Tess was so eager to have him killed. The woman wouldn't discuss with Liz her reasons for wanting him out of the way, and Liz supposed it didn't really matter seeing as how she would be getting paid for bumping him off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts." One of the flight attendants said over the loud speaker. "We'll be landing in Albuquerque shortly. Thank you for flying Delta!"


He stepped off the plane and ran his youthful hand through his thick mop of honey colored wavy hair. His flight had been horrible. He had been sitting next to a complete lush! But it didn't matter now because he was nearly home. He pulled the strap of his carry-on bag tighter over his shoulder and quickly made his way out of the terminal toward baggage claim. Hopefully that's where his mother would be standing, smiling her motherly smile and making him feel better than he had felt all week, because she was his mom, and only mothers could do that.

His heart sunk low in his chest when he reached baggage claim and her familiar face was no where to be found. Instead, he saw his mentor and the man that he idolized standing near the carousel. Max Evans stood, bearing his pearly whites for all to see and offering up a small wave in his direction.

"Hey Jimmy." Max greeted in a deep and friendly tone.

"Where's my mom?" He asked, realizing that he sounded rude. "I mean, not that I have a problem with you picking me up . . . but I was expecting my mom."

"Rough week at camp?" Max asked, his hand coming down and resting on the boy's shoulder.

Jimmy sighed. "Rough flight is more like it. I had to sit next to this lady, who was really pretty, but drank like a fish."

"Sounds like my kinda girl." Max laughed softly.

Jimmy rolled his eyes at his idol. "So where is my mom? I thought she was picking me up?"

"Everyone had to work except yours truly." He informed the younger boy, noting how Jimmy's fascinating greenish-blue eyes searched the carousel behind him. "I already got your luggage of the rack by the way."

It was only then that Jimmy looked down and noticed his large vinyl suitcase sitting pretty beside his friend. He sighed with relief. "Thanks Max."

"No problem pal." Max told him as he ruffled Jimmy's hair. "I thought your mom told you to get a haircut?"

"She did." He said, smiling up into Max's face.

"Excuse me."

Stepping out of the way and allowing the petite brunette access to the carousel, Jimmy elbowed Max hard in the side, prompting Max to lean down. "That's the lush!" He whispered, careful not to let her hear.

Max eyed her, his interest palpable. When she bent over the carousel to collect her bags, a satisfied smirk slowly started to twist his lips. "Definitely my kinda girl." He whispered back.


Unmindful of the oogling that was going on behind her, or the identity of the oogle-er himself, Liz Parker searched diligently for her bags. Finally finding them, she snatched them off of the conveyer belt and headed toward the door. She was on a mission after all. She had to find and rid the world of one Max Evans.

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posted on 25-Nov-2002 11:29:07 PM by AvengingAngelIQ
I don't audition well but here's my piece. A part from my Roswell Diaries:

Max Evans straightened his tie and brushed his fingers through his hair. He was standing in front of Liz Parker’s office door. He had no clue as to why Ms. Parker had called him to her office but he knew it was serious. She was the owner of the company and well respected amongst the business world. She was known for being a tough cookie but she was well liked by her employees. She was fair in her treatment of everyone and never made anyone feel they were lowly workers. If you were called into her office it was for a reason and it was serious. Either you were promoted or fired there were no in betweens. Max checked his clothes one more time before knocking and entering the room. As he walked in he noticed the lights were somewhat dimmed and centered to a particular chair. It struck him like a scene from a move where a prisoner is put in a lighted chair to be tortured. He shook his head and proceeded further into the room.


“Mr. Evans, please have a seat in front of my desk I’ll be right with you.”

Max noticed the seat in question was the seat he noticed as soon as he came into the office. He eyed the seat cautiously as he approached it. Eyes followed his progress to the chair. As he sat down she slowly walked into the room sizing up her prey. Her eyes took in every inch of his physique, causing her to lick her lips as she eyed her next meal. Anyone who saw her would compare her to a black widow eyeing her future mate and meal. When she saw he was seated she made her entrance into the room, the predatory look in her eye disappearing completely. She made her way around the desk to her chair with her business façade in place. She shuffled a few papers around before addressing Max.

“Mr. Evans I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you in here. I won’t waste your time. I’ve had my eye on you for a while and noticed your hard work and the amount of money you have pulled into my company. You have no absences and no latenesses. All your co-workers say nothing but good things about you and your supervisor too. I have no recourse but to offer you a promotion within your division.”

Max was struck speechless. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. Everything that he had worked so hard for was being handed to him on a silver platter. His mouth opened but once again nothing came out.

“I see by your response that you’re shocked about my offer,” Liz said with amusement sparkling in her eyes.

Max blushed from the roots of his hair to his adorably pointed ears. He cleared his throat to speak and save himself further embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Ms. Parker. I’m just shocked about the unexpected news. Thank you so much for this opportunity I don’t know how to thank you.”

Liz stood up slowly and made her way to the front of her desk and next to Max’s chair. She was wearing mid-thigh skirt and white, crisp blouse. As she drew closer Max noticed how much of a looker she really was. He always thought of her as a beauty but even more so now. He could feel his body stirring into arousal. Max quickly crossed his legs to hide his impending embarrassment if he were caught. Liz noticed his movement and swallowed her smile. She leaned against the desk and gazed at Max. Her gaze made Max squirmed a little under her gaze.

posted on 1-Dec-2002 4:29:58 AM by tyranese
posted on 5-Dec-2002 2:15:04 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
OK why don't we say we are closing auditions on Monday.
Me and Katie will have a little chat and hopefully choose the people we want to work with us.
It could be all you never know.
All of you guys are so good!

Well I wanted to pose another question to all of you
SHould we post this on the main board, or leave it on this one?

posted on 5-Dec-2002 2:31:17 PM by Elizabeth Evans
Wow, that's exciting news! *bounce**bounce**bounce*

It'll be wonderful to see this story take shape once writers are chosen *happy*. As far as where this thread should be, it might be good to have it on the main board to keep it distinct from the role plays, but I don't have strong feelings either way.
posted on 5-Dec-2002 2:48:49 PM by Allie1031
If you pick me I'm casting my vote towards the main board.
posted on 5-Dec-2002 4:55:30 PM by JBehrsGurl
If I get picked, or if I don't. I also agree with posting the story on the main bored. It would most likely recieve more feed back that way and it would change what we all know as role playing. Cuz no single person has one role, its a group project. *wink*

posted on 5-Dec-2002 5:44:33 PM by sugarplum17
If it's going to be an actual fic, I'd have to say the Main Board. *happy*
posted on 5-Dec-2002 6:21:11 PM by Sugarplum7
sugarplum17 originally wrote:
So this is basically like a big round robin? Someone writes a part, then another person writes a part, then another person writes another part? Or is it like someone writes a part, passes it on and then another person adds to it? Or did I just say the same thing and phrase it two different ways? LOL. *happy*

Hey there Lynny! Hello to all!

I am so sorry that I have been a very silent partner in this little venture. It is school. Finals are coming soon, the final day of classes are on the 11th and I have finals on the 12th, 13th, 16th and 17th. So until they are over with I will continue to be silent. And I really would like to reply to all the great parts but time is really causing a problem.

But I can answer this question to the best of my knowledge. This is going to be the first one you were talking about, Lynn. One person will write one part/chapter, and the next part/chapter will be written by another person.


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posted on 6-Dec-2002 6:43:42 PM by FireflyDreamer
Oooohhh...I want to audition! I have until Monday to write something. I'll see what I can come up with. *wink*

This should definitely be posted on the main board since it's not really an rpg. *happy*
posted on 7-Dec-2002 4:59:54 PM by tyranese
I agree, posting it on the main board is a much better idea!*bounce*
posted on 9-Dec-2002 12:20:07 PM by roswellianprincess16
Hey! I know my audition is really really late, but I hope I didn't miss the deadline! I could not for my life decide on what to use so I used a snipet of one of my stories. It's For Then, For Now, Forever. I hope it's ok. Here's what I got.

Liz knocked fiercely on the door in front of her. She looked around, hoping no one was watching. Not that anyone would think it suspicious that she was visiting her friend Kyle, but, who knows. Besides, she almost felt like people could read her mind, so she didn't want to take that chance. She knocked again for the third time and as she walked away the door finally opened.

"Liz?" A groggy Kyle stood rubbing his eyes in confusion.

"Can we talk?" She started to make her way into the house without a proper invitation.

"Sure..." Kyle looked around outside and then closed the door. He told Liz to go to his room and give him about ten minutes. When he was done, he met Liz in the room looking a little more refreshed.

"Ok. Do you know what time it is?" Liz looked at his alarm clock.

"I know. I'm so sorry Kyle. I just... well I really need to talk to someone... to you." She looked a little unsure and nervous. He made himself comfortable. He could tell it'd be a complicated talk.

"Look. I know that it's not even seven o'clock in the morning yet, but I had a dream. And I couldn't take the chance that I'd forget it." Kyle sat up with a little more interest.

"Ok, spill." He crossed his arms on his chest and listened intently on what Liz had to say.

"I was searching through the attic last night. I wasn't tired and was sort of curious of the sort of things I had up there. So I started opening up the boxes with the stuff I got from Grandma Claudia. I hadn't even thought about those boxes since she died two years ago. But I found something... that I can't explain. I don't know why she had it. But there's more. I'm starting to have alien related dreams..." Liz whispered the last part to Kyle and he looked at her trying to follow what she said.

"Umm... let me get this straight. You found something alien related in one of Grandma Claudia's boxes in your attic and it's giving you nightmares?"

"Yea basically." Liz looked at Kyle with a look he hadn't seen in a while. She looked troubled, a bit insecure.

"What exactly did you find?" Liz pulled the necklace from out of her shirt. Kyle saw the heart and reached for it. He looked at the intricate details in the pictures of the Earth and another planet. He examined it carefully and looked on the back.

"Oh... alien writing!" He looked at Liz wide-eyed and she nodded her head in agreement.

"That's not even the sad part. The sad part is I understand what it says." His face shot up with a surprised look.

"You know what it means?"

"It says Zan & Eliza; Bonding Ceremony; For Now, Forever."

"Woah... that's pretty deep." Kyle let the necklace go and Liz sighed loudly.

"I don't know what to do Kyle. Grandma Claudia left me a book. It looks like one of the books she was writing, you know she was an author. The only problem is the book is about Max, Michael, Isabel, and Tess. It's about their life on Antar. It's about their kingship and betrayals..."

"So wait... who's Eliza?" Kyle gazed with true interest in the matter. Liz lowered her head, as if debating whether or not she should tell him. Then she finally looked up at him.

"Would you believe that I think it's me?"

"Ohhhhkkkkk.... well, stuff like that I can't help you with Liz. The only person I could think of would be Isabel. She's the only one who could tell you what to think. She was having psycho dreams about Kivar, and he just showed up at her wedding. So if you can catch a couple of seconds with her, she could tell you a thing or two." Liz got up excitedly and hugged him.

"Thank you! Thank you so much Kyle. I hope I'm not going psycho..." Kyle laughed and eventually she laughed too. But somewhere inside, she was serious.



Liz knocked on the front door. By then it was about eight o'clock in the morning and Liz was desperate to talk to Isabel. But she had to make sure Max wasn't around. She wasn't sure she could tell him quite yet. She knocked one more time and the door flew open to reveal a laughing Isabel. She turned to face the person at the door as Isabel's smile faded.


"Umm... hey. I'm so sorry I had to just show up like this but we really need to talk." Something about Liz's eyes worried Isabel so she nodded and let her in. Jesse said he had to leave to get breakfast anyway so he gave them a chance to talk. Isabel sat Liz in the dining room and started making coffee. She handed Liz a cup and she sat down with her own cup of tea.

"Ok. What's up? Is everything ok? Is it about my brother?" Liz looked at Isabel with worried eyes and hesitated.

"Liz?" She put down her cup of coffee and leaned in a little closer, putting her raised leg on the floor and getting serious.

"Do you recognize this?" Liz pulled out the necklace from inside her shirt and let Isabel look at it for several seconds.

"I don't believe so, no." Isabel was confused as to what Liz was getting at. Then Liz took off the necklace and handed it to Isabel.

"Take it. Hold it for a couple of minutes." Isabel looked around unsure of what to make of the strange request.

"Ok..." As soon as the necklace fell into her hands, Isabel felt a rush of images fill her brain.


"Just leave me alone! I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want!" The ravishing princess walked about angrily and turned to stand face to face with her over-determined brother.

"He's our enemy Lonnie! How can you so simply let him into your life?" His eyes looked at her in astonished horror.

"Look. You don't understand. Nobody understands. I love him..."

"You don't!"

"God, how can you tell me how I feel?" The deep hazel eyes stared into her own deep brown ones.

"I forbid it Vilandra. You won't see him. You won't talk to him. You won't even consider it. And if you do, I'll have you killed for treason." They stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

"You can't be serious. You're just angry because YOU screwed up! Because you broke our sacred pact with the Earth kingship and now you want Eliza and you simply can't have her! That's what it is isn't it?" Zan pulled his hand out of his pocket and tightened it into a fist, not realizing that the necklace had fallen. He raised his hand and pointed a finger at her menacingly.

"I'll expect you at dinner. NO further comments. I'll be in my chambers." He started walking away when she noticed the necklace on the floor and read the inscription in the back. She thought back to when she was about five and remembered that night. The huge ball that had been held in their honor. The huge celebration at the union of the two most prestigious planets in the galaxy. That was the brother she knew and loved. She couldn't for her life figure out what happened.

"Hey." She snapped with the biggest attitude she could afford to play off. He turned around slowly and she threw the necklace at him.

"You dropped it." Before he could say anything else, she walked into her bed chamber. Once she turned to lock the door, she was spun around and was face to face with Kivar who started kissing her passionately. She slowly pulled away and looked at him questioningly.

"How... what... are you doing here?" He looked into her eyes with a sexy glare and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What... I can't visit?"

"How'd you get passed the city gate... the security?" Vilandra's eyes were opened widely in what almost looked like fear.

"Don't worry about it... just don't worry about it." He said soothingly as he stroked her hair. He held her tightly and kissed her once more.

"We're still on for tonight right?" She looked away for an instant and she looked at him unsure.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea Kivar. My brother is very stressed and frustrated. We've got a visitor here, someone from his past and it's taking a toll on his conscience. Just, maybe another night."

"But we're talking about peace Vilandra. Peace between the rebel fighters and your planet. How much more can it be stalled?" He craddled her in his hands and kissed her passionately.

"Come on..." She sighed in agreement as he kissed her with more urge.

"Fine. Come after nightfall." He let go of her and winked.

"That's my girl. I love you." She stared at him and tried to convincingly look pleased.

"Me too."


Isabel dropped the necklace in an instant, looking at it almost repulsively. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and fear as she stared at Liz who didn't look much better.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" Isabel nodded in agreement.

"What... I mean... how...?"

"I don't know. That's why I came to you. I need your help. I don't know what it is or what it means or why I had it. It belonged to my grandmother, and she's passed away now. But it's not the type of thing she would have simply collected. It came with a book. I think you should read it. It's frightening Isabel. I wrote in the following chapter about an hour ago. It was the dream I had last night. It was the following part of the story. And I'm sure if you look carefully, what you just felt or saw weaves right into the next chapter. I don't know why I'm having visions of your past but they're vivid. Very, very vivid." Liz widened her eyes to give Isabel a hint as to what she was talking about. Isabel nodded quickly.

"Oh I know what that's like, trust me." She looked back down at the necklace. She passed her hand over her face and looked at Liz reassuringly.

"Ok. I have an idea. Let's give it one more night. You go home. I'll keep the little... book thingie. If you still have a dream, come to see me immediately tomorrow morning. If this persists. We're going to have to tell Max. Ok?"

"Yea... yea ok." Liz stood up and grabbed the necklace and quickly shoved it into her pocket. She went to walk out, but she turned back and gave Isabel a hug. Isabel held her tight, not used to hugs from friends, but glad she could help. That's when she saw an image of them running and screaming through a large corridor. Isabel held her breath and tensed as Liz let go of her.

"Thank you Isabel."

"No problem." She smiled as real as she could despite her uneasiness. She waited until Liz was out and locked the door. She leaned up against the door at the strange realization.

"Who is this Eliza?"

posted on 9-Dec-2002 9:18:21 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
OK we are taking now more auditions!
You are all way amazing writers!
Me and Katie will announce the people we want to write the story with us ASAP!
posted on 10-Dec-2002 12:20:03 AM by Sugarplum7
Since we aren't accepting any more auditions until deliberations are over with I am just going to close the thread so there isn't any confusion, or so someone doesn't post another audition piece thinking that they are still eligible.

Good Luck, to you all. I recognize so many of your names, and that shows how amazing you all are as authors.

posted on 12-Dec-2002 8:19:24 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
Well after very long deleberations me and Katie have found the people we want to write with us! All of you were awesome but there were just way too many people! So we finally settled on 6 altogether.
So here they are!


and then me and Katie! 6 people should be enough!
You guys were all so awesome but there were just so many! So many!

Well neways
Thanks so much for auditioning!
So we need to decide who is going to write the first part! I will start a thread on the main board really soon!
posted on 27-Dec-2002 1:04:51 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
So lets think of some titles guys!
posted on 16-Jan-2003 12:55:16 PM by Lizzie_Parker17
I am working on the first part now!
Any title suggestions? Or should we keep it as is?