Jan- Glad I could help you out with your boring day.
No. Should I? I don’t mind admitting that adult scenes make me all embarrassed and red-faced. I can joke about sex till the cows come home and say the most disgusting things with nary a blush (as evidenced in NID), but trying to write it seriously? I turn out like a turnip.You don't mind saying what you mean do you?
Sunrise102- Thank you, I get hives whenever I try to do something like this so I’m glad you think it worked.
Steph- I did update. Gosh... slave driver. Hugs to you, lady.
No, just her vajayjay. Her netherparts may as well have been the theory of relativity for all he knew about them.Did Max just refer to Liz as 'this thing'?
And Maria... her curiosity will be addressed in the next part. And the one after that. I’m stretching it out.
Novy- I think you liked Max’s perspective better because anyone could have written Liz’s perspective. She’s come from a normal, boring background, and her thoughts on the matter would have been predictable. Whereas Max, having been through so much and having such low self esteem I thought it was far more interesting having insight into his thoughts. Plus, believing as he does that he doesn’t deserve Liz, I thought it was far sweeter to hear his thoughts when Liz validated her love for him.
You always were perceptive...Now these suppressed memories Max is trying to pretend doesn't exist can't lead any where good. I'm scared for him.
'That I see the light surrounding you
So don't be afraid of something new
Cos I see the light surrounding you
So don't be afraid of what you're turning into'
Light Surrounding You by Evermore
I can’t help but laugh at this disturbing statement. I’m 99% sure that he’s kidding, so I feel that it’s ok to laugh.
“Maybe you should cut them off and have them bronzed,” I suggest helpfully, rubbing my cheek against his chest to get rid of a sudden itch.
“There’s an idea,” Max mutters absently, his attention now caught by my hair. He’s running his fingers through it, seemingly entranced by my boring strands. “Just how do you get your hair so soft, Parker?”
“It’s these revolutionary new products. They’re called shampoo and conditioner and they’ll change your life.”
Max gently pinches my upper arm before dropping a kiss on my head. “Shut up. I just always wondered if your hair was as soft as it looked.”
I flick a glance up at him and smile softly, murmuring, “And now you know.”
“And now I know,” he repeats, trailing his fingers softly up arm and back again. “It’s just so amazing to me that I can touch you like I’ve always wanted to. To kiss you, to feel your skin against mine whenever I want,” he exhales, flattening his palm and rubbing it experimentally against my skin. “It just blows me away.”
I’m so content being here, wrapped in Max’s arms that I’m almost purring. “Hmm... you blow me away. Literally.”
Max laughs at me and I snuggle deeper into his chest. I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. I just want to melt into him.
“Hey man, you look like you got laid. Did little Miss Parker finally give up the goods?”
I clench my fist but my mood is too high to really take any notice of Marco’s crude question. He’s just another jack ass.
“And you wonder why you can’t get laid, Marco...” Kyle sighs rolling his eyes at me. I laugh and go back to ignoring him, spending my time thinking about the other night. It was so amazing, there’s no words to describe it.
“It’s because the chicks around here are too uptight,” he defends, checking out the rear end of a passing female. Kyle and I exchange knowing smiles again. I’ve come to a new appreciation for Kyle, now that I’m positive that he doesn’t want Liz back and since he always seems to have my back, I’ve really come to enjoy having him as a friend. He’s very different from every other Marco and Pam in this school and he’s desperately infatuated with Tess, so I no longer feel threatened.
“Hey Max,” greets Isabel, shaking her head when Marco starts drooling a little as he stares at her boobs. Kyle whaps him over the head with his history text book and alerts him to the fact that his staring isn’t appreciated by anyone.
I grab my books, waving to Kyle and by extension, Marco, as both Isabel and I head to class. “Hey Izzy, what’s up?”
“Just coming to make sure that you asked Liz if she’d come over for dinner again next week. Mom really loved having her there.”
I smile at Isabel’s transparency. She’s dreadful at feigning disinterest. Isabel really loves having someone around that she can actually be herself in front of and I don’t know how or why, but Liz seems to have broken past Isabel’s defences.
“Yes, I asked and yes, she’s coming.”
Isabel smiles at this piece of news. “Great, I’ll tell Mom and help her pick out the menu for that night.”
“Can you get her to buy butterscotch ice cream for dessert?” I smile a little, a memory of Liz and I walking hand in hand around town aimlessly whilst eating ice cream cones coming into my head. “Liz loves butterscotch.”
Isabel looks at me speculatively. “You’re really in love, aren’t you, Max?” she asks softly.
I nod, unable to stop the fucking goofy look from spreading across my face whenever I think about Liz. “I am. She’s... everything. I finally feel...” Worthwhile? No, I won’t put my own feelings about our past onto Isabel, she doesn’t need to be burdened by them. “Whole. It’s like everything makes sense when she’s around. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
Isabel’s smile drops for a moment, but then it’s back in place. “That’s great, Max. I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I reply, our conversation ending as we walk into the classroom.
“About what, Izzy?”
“Max and Liz.”
Mom’s eyes widen in horror. “You don’t think they’re having sex, do you?”
I wrinkle my nose in disgust and suppress the urge to vomit. “Eww, not something I want to think about.” I wave away that disturbing notion and focus on my real issue. “I’m worried about what’s going to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when he tells her about our past. There’s no way of knowing how she’ll react and if she doesn’t take it well... it’ll crush him.”
“Izzy, she’s a wonderful, caring, bright girl from what I’ve seen. I don’t think she’ll react badly to it.”
“Mom, you’ve seen how different he is since they’ve been together. He’s happy all the time instead of just pretending to be happy in public and coming home to listen to Counting Crows. If she takes it badly, can you imagine the fallout from that?”
Mom frowns, obviously taken aback by the thought of Max not only returning to the way he was before, but actually retreating even further back. She’s been so happy lately, because Max has made more progress in a couple of months than he has in the space of three years. And if Liz can’t deal with our past... I’m not sure that Max will ever recover.
“What do you think we should do? Talk to Max?”
I shake my head violently. “No. Absolutely not, he’s probably worried about her reaction enough without us adding to his fears.”
“Well, maybe it won’t ever come up. Maybe Max just won’t mention it and we’ll never have to deal with it,” Mom says with vain hope.
“Mom, Liz is smart. She’s going to realise that all our photos are from six up and she’ll probably ask him about his childhood and he won’t want to hide it from her because he believes that a relationship needs honesty to work.”
“Do you have any ideas about what to do? I don’t know if I can stand back and just watch this happen,” Mom frets.
“I was thinking, maybe we talk to her and hint that our past isn’t exactly wonderful, that maybe Max has been through some tough times in the past and that way she won’t be too blindsided when he tells her. If she knows that things haven’t been rosy for him, then maybe she won’t react as badly when he tells her.”
Mom ponders this for a moment and slowly hangs her head. “Ok. We’ll do it when she comes over for dinner tomorrow night.”
I groan in protest as she withdraws her hand but my eyes snap wide open as she pushes me back so that I fall onto the bed.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to try something,” she whispers into my ear before sinking to her knees on the carpet. I swallow heavily as she pulls my erection free from my pants and hesitantly lowers her head. Sweet Jesus is she actually going to-
There is nothing – absolutely no words – to describe what she’s doing to me right now. The sight of her head bobbing up and down over my lap has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And when her other hand reaches into my pants to cup my testicles, I nearly come right then and there. Where the fuck did she learn that?
She makes a tiny whimpering noise and suddenly I find myself wrenched back.
He walks through the door, his sister’s hand tucked safely in his. He and his sister have been playing outside. He knows not to come in when his Mommy has a man over but Isabel needs to go to the bathroom.
He pauses at the end of the hallway, hearing revolting choking noises and is horrified at what he sees. The man has the thing he pees with in his mommy’s mouth and he’s thrusting it in there savagely. His mommy is choking and he needs to save her.
He drops his sister’s hand and he runs at the man, kicking his leg. “Don’t hurt my mommy!”
The man kicks out at him, catching Max in the jaw and Isabel starts to cry, running over to him.
“Fucking little shit,” the man spits, glaring at Max who is whimpering in shock on the floor.
“What the fuck did I tell you about coming in here when I’ve got a man over?” yells Max’s mother, pissed off because she might lose the money and a new client all because of her little brat.
She isn’t greeted with an answer. Max is too shell-shocked and Isabel is crying too hard.
The man zips up his pants. “Fuck you lady, you and your worthless kids.” He leaves, despite her cries for him to come back and continue at a discounted rate.
She storms back into the living room and seizes Max up off the ground, shaking him. “You little bastard! Do you know how much money you just cost me?”
She grabs a sobbing Isabel by the arm and yanks her angrily to her feet. It is then that she notices that Isabel has wet her pants. She never did make it to the toilet like she had wanted to.
“Ugh! You’re both fucking worthless!”
She throws them into their room and locks the door behind her. “And you’ll stay in there until I say you can come out.” They’re locked in that room for a day and a half.
“Max?” Liz asks, looking hurt and somewhat defensive as I pull her to her feet. I need her to stop. I can’t... not after what I just saw. “Did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head fervently. “Too right. If I had let you continue it would have been over before you knew it.” Not quite the truth, but I refuse to burden her with my issues. It’s just another memory I have to overcome. Another one that I have to push back where it belongs. “And while that felt absolutely amazing, I’d much rather we come together.”
She blushes at my words and I wonder at the very contradiction of her. She’s completely brazen about giving me head, but one very commonplace reference to an orgasm that she was well on her way to giving me and she’s suddenly blushing like a prim maiden.
I pull her to me and lay back before rolling her onto her back and kissing her. We slowly divest each other of clothes and I moan as I finally push inside of her. This is what I was made to do, to love Liz Parker.
But the whole time I’m tense, wondering if these memories are going to become a regular occurrence.