Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Roswell only the insanity that is my imagination. I don't any of the quotes either.
Rating: Teen
Pairings: M/L
Summary: This will be told from Liz's POV. The gist of the story is that Liz does some serious thinking about her life when the love her life is literally about the get married to one Miss Tess Harding. At the same time Liz's sister is having a difficult time with her verbally abusive husband and realizing how she wishes her life could be different. Max has a twin brother Mason who has been in love with Liz's sister Carrie for as long as he's known her. There will be declarations of love, punctured hearts and maybe even a broken nose.
a/n: Deticated to the one who has declared herself Jason Behr's eternal body worshipper. She is the undefeated champion of having him in her daydreams.
Twisted Vows to the Fairytale
Chapter 1: Best Friends and Boyfriends
Whether it's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got.
-Art Buchwald
If you had asked me yesterday if I ever believed in fate, I might have laughed in your face. I really am or was that cynical of a person. I lived a very structured way of life. I didn’t like anything to upset it. I never planned on love for two very important reasons.
1. Best friends and boyfriends just shouldn’t mix.
2. Broken sisters and lack of after honeymoon bliss.
One might think I was speaking another language but that is not true anymore. The black and white colored glasses I’ve had on my entire life have been thrown away for good. Things changed.
What happened?
My best friend of twelve years has finally decided to tie the knot. Max Evans, I’ve known him since I first started college. He had tried asking me out in our general psychology seminar, but I just glared at him. He kept insisting we go out through out the semester but I very politely told to him kiss someone’ else’s ass for a date. He just smirked and that infuriated me. One day he just stopped asking. He didn’t pay me any attention and I tried to believe I was happy about that.
I’d go to class each day with the expectation of having him hound me for a date and when it just stopped, I couldn’t have been gladder. At least that’s what I tried to convince myself of. I missed him. I missed his presence and I had no idea why. After about a week of silence, I approached him after class.
“One date,” I mutter. “But just as friends. There will be no hugging, no kissing, no fondling and none of your pathetic dribble you try to pass off as sweet talk.”
He smirked and just nodded. I had my confirmation and then walked out. However, he followed me out of class because we hadn’t set any plans. That’s how are friendship began. We went out for dinner at a local Chinese restaurant and our conversation blossomed from there.
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“Why can’t we be anything more than friends Liz?” Max stuffs a wad of white noodles in his mouth.
“Very attractive,” I mutter. I can’t help but roll my eyes.
He drops his chopsticks onto his white plate, ignoring the small clank of sound they make. He leans make into his chair, stretching his arms above his head so they rest on the back of it. Then he just stares at me. I mean really stares at me. It’s so unnerving; I have to look away. I consider myself a coward, but I would never dispute that fact.
“Why?” He asks without a hint of force, but his eyes demand enough from me.
I don’t answer. I take a few strands of my long, brown hair and twirl them around my fingers. The floor has suddenly captured my interest.
“Why?”
I just tell him the truth-- blunt and forceful, “Because I just don’t want to be.”
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Moving forward to my sister Carrie, whom I love with all my heart, but she only has done herself more harm than good in her life. She is three years senior to my thirty. Unlike me, she married right out of high school. When we were little, she used to dream of being a teacher.
In her junior year of high school, she met Damien Shaw. The damn bastard—but that is just how I like to refer to him. Carrie adored him. I hated him. He just rubbed me the wrong way. I swear whenever he looks in my direction he is sneering at me.
The best thing that has come out of their fifteen-year disastrous union is my loving and adorable niece—Bethany-Joy. Her nicknames are Beth-Joy or BJ. She doesn’t know about the real strain that is her parents’ relationship, of course with her being only five I wouldn’t have it any other way. She is too young to have any part of her innocence spoiled yet.
Today she is wearing a soft baby blue dress made out of silk-like material. A big darker blue heart outlines her chest. Her reddish-blond hair is swept back into a high ponytail with a satin blue ribbon. Her large brown eyes hold the most wonderful sweetness the world could ever hope to conjure up.
“Auntie Liz I have to go potty,”
My little niece tugs on the hem of my red polka dot halter dress that hits my knees when I am seated, which I am right now. I sweep some of my long dark brown hair that is covering my exposed shoulders so it is resting on my back. I notice then that my sister and brother in law never returned.
“Alright honey let’s go, then we’ll go find your mommy and daddy okay,” I reply softly and she gives me an eager nod of her small head.
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“Hey Mason,”
Max’s twin brother, also the best man comes out of the men’s restroom looking happy and refreshed. He glances at the long line of the ladies’ room and whistles emphatically. The church has one female and male restroom. So right now, BJ and I are waiting behind four elderly women I deemed to be Tess’ great aunts, mostly because they each introduced themselves to us.
“I has to go bad," BJ crosses her little knees and crushes her baby blue dress with her hands forming and ‘X’ over her privates as emphasis that she has to go real bad. She looks pleadingly at her uncle Mason.
“I got it covered BJ,” He winks at her with a sparkle in his eye and then turns his attentions to Aunt Bertie, Aunt Freda, Aunt Beulah and Aunt Davida.
“Excuse me ladies,” Mason addresses the four elderly women but fails to capture their attention.
My little girl’s doe eyes start to water with frustration. Mason sees this, so he tries to get the women’s attentions again. “Oh ladies,” This time Mason has the sense to tap the closest one on the shoulder.
Aunt Davida with fringed blond bangs, her piled in a bun, turns to us with an accusing gaze. “What you bothering me about? Can’t you see I’m in line for the John?”
As you can see this one is very charming.
Not deterred in the slightest, Mason delivers his lie. “The bride is in trouble. One of her bridesmaids dumped champagne on her bodice.”
Four pairs of cataract eyesights turn to glare at him, “Boy that is not even funny. Come ladies, our gal needs us.”
With a smug smile, Mason bows allowing the little angel to make her grand entrance to sit on her throne. The sound of little feet pitter-pattering along the carpet is his thank you.
I follow the little angel, thinking how I could so easily have fallen for this one here if I wasn’t in love with his twin brother. I make the second grand entrance into the bathroom just in time to hear the little queen of the angels mutter, “Auntie Liz I’ve fallen in and can’t get out.”
It takes everything I have not to die laughing on the spot. I crunch the urge and go to rescue my little angel queen.
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“You better quit being so dramatic about your life. You think everyone wants to hear how you complain about how unhappy you are. You are so pathetic. You’re lucky you even met me; otherwise, you’d end up old and alone. So keep your trap shut or I’m gonna have shut it for you. Understand?”
World meet my charming brother-in-law Damien, now who wants to help me kick his ass?
Oops, now I have a potty mouth. I quickly remember where I am and who is with; this is not the time to create a scene.
“Damien.” I speak his name to let him know I’ve arrived. Just saying his name is enough for him to know of my hatred for him. I have to get Carrie out, especially since she can’t seem to help herself.
“Elizabeth.” He grins baring his pearly whites for all the idiots like him in the world to see and pats his daughter on the head in the process. “Hi sweetie.”
“Hi daddy, what was you talking to mommy bouts?”
Reaching for his daughter’s hand, he starts to walk back to the upstairs chapel area. Keeping his eye level with mine as he walks by he answers his daughter’s question. “Just telling your mommy how much I really love her.”
I grind my teeth so hard, I’m sure I’ve done permanent damage. I turn my sister who hasn’t spoken a word this whole time. She kept her back to me. Her braided blond hair, hiccupping bare shoulders, strapless black dress, her shapely thin legs and her black pump heels. She doesn’t have to say anything to me.
I put a hand on her shoulder and she twists her red puffy eyes around to look at me. I just look at her with all the love I have for her in my heart. I want to convey to her that I do love her. She turns fully around so that I can embrace her in a hug. Not caring if any of the other guests are spying on our private moment I whisper to her, “Cry, just cry.”
That is exactly what she does.
