A DETOUR FROM VEGAS M/M, M/L support CC too (TEEN) Chapter 1 - 9/14/17

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Re: A DETOUR FROM VEGAS M/M, M/L support CC too (TEEN) Chapter 1 - 9/14/17

Post by santigold53 » Thu Nov 30, 2017 7:34 pm

Here's the next chapter....hope you like. Please give this amateur some love and feel free to review!


CHAPTER 6

The thing with a glass of wine is, one always lead to two, and more often than not, two leads to more. Maria was all too privy to this notion considering she gained tons of experience by observing her mom.

When Maria’s dad left, Amy succumbed to the inebriant more often than she wanted to admit. But it was only after she tucked her sweet blond haired green eyed angel to bed. Amy was responsible, hardworking, and a loving mother and at one point in her life was also a heartbroken woman. Thanks to her mom, Maria never felt a void of parental love, though her father was absent. But her self-worth, on the other hand, had definitely taken a toll.

She believed that her father didn’t think she was worth it enough to stick around for her. Why bother to work it out with her mom if he didn’t care about Maria’s welfare enough to try? Lots of parents argue and disagree- that’s a known fact. But the ones that really stick it out and put their family before everything to ensure they stay a unit actually make it. Because family means something to them. But to Maria’s father, it must not have meant anything. Working through it with Amy wasn’t worth it, because Maria wasn’t worth it.

She wished for someone that would fight for her, to be with her and to love her wholly. Flaws and all. Because deep down the hurt and the pain, she knew she was worth it. But she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. As much as Amy had been so resilient and exuded confidence beyond measure as a single parent, not much of that really transferred to Maria. That was the only void that Amy could not fill. To feel wanted and important. Not just as Liz’s sidekick, or Alex’s friend and sometimes lead singer of his band, or the follower of the group, but as more.

But as she grew up little by little she was finding it on her own. And part of it was because of Michael. Her connection to him was very powerful and she had complete faith in him and their bond. Through some unexplained way their relationship brought out a steadfastness in her that could only be categorized as pure conviction. She was not one to hold back her thoughts or ideas anymore. She gave more value to her own opinion, even if others disagreed. Even when it came to her decision in being with Michael.

Though the rest of the group was very unsupportive of the two getting together at first, Maria found herself for once not really caring what the others thought, and letting her inhibitions down and giving into what she was feeling in her heart. She remembered how her and Michael even kissed, much before Liz and Max did. Michael believed it was a testament to their connection. Even when he tried to keep her at distance, the pull towards her was too strong to keep away for too long. Finally, she was beginning to feel worth it to someone.

For Maria, she didn’t care what anyone else thought anymore. The only thoughts that mattered to her were Michael’s. If Michael was in so was she, and over time after some reluctance on his end, they pretty much accepted that they were together. Not by any defined act or exchange of words. It just was. Maria and Michael whether they knew it themselves or not, or whether others knew or not, they were always meant to be together. And that’s just the way it was meant to be. Plain and simple.

Michael managed to uncover these hidden realizations thanks to Wayne, and on the elevator ride up to their suite, he realized what an ass he had been earlier to Maria.

How could I have been so insensitive?

The girl had been through hell and back with him. She didn’t deserve any type backlash or attitude. Well maybe sometimes.

Music? Was that music blasting from his hotel room? Michael put his ear closer to the door.

“Yup, definitely music,” he quipped out loud as he gave a soft knock to the door. “Maria?” he called a little loudly this time.

Nothing.

Knowing better than to use his powers, he took the card key from his front shirt pocket and slid it on the lock. As the door glided open it unveiled a scene that made Michael’s jaw Thep.

THe lights were dimmed, the fire was still rolling on in the fireplace, and an empty wine bottle lied on the rug of the living room. Michael sighed, and combed his fingers through his hair. This didn’t look good. As he walked in, he noticed that one of the doors leading to the bedroom was slightly ajar.

He pondered whether he should dare to go in, afraid to get the wrath of Maria if she was naked. She’d give him hell. (To Michael though it would be sublime heaven!) He smirked a bit at the thought, his jeans definitely getting a bit tight around his crotch seams. His eyes once again landed on on the empty wine bottle, snapping him out of his fantasy, reminding him of the seriousness of the current situation.

Before he could open the door, out flew Maria in a towel robe. Her hair was up in a bun, with wild pieces out framing her face. She hiccupped surprised to see Michael.

“What are you doing here?” she asked pointedly slurring her words. She was still pissed and as far as Michael could tell, buzzed if not drunk.

“I’m lodging here remember? At least for now till we get out of this snow storm,” Michael replied as he scratched his eyebrow taking in the scene. He went over and grabbed the empty bottle from the floor.

“Exactly how much did you drink ‘Ria?” he asked with a testy tone.

Maria was in no mood for his commanding demeanor. She snatched the bottle out of Michael’s hands.

“None of your business Spaceboy!” and hiccupped over to the kitchen. After opening a couple cabinets she finally found the one that contained the trash bin and placed the empty bottle in it. Michael had never seen Maria like this. She was always in control. Perhaps, flighty, tense, or scared but never this carried away. She was always good about having fun while being responsible. Not reckless like this, and that worried Michael.

As Maria walked by him, intending to get into bed and take a long nap, Michael grabbed her arm a little too forcefully than he had intended, which caused Maria to yelp. It was the over protectiveness coming out, and he knew that maria hated that. But he couldn’t help it. He was very concerned and he needed to talk to her. And as much as he knew she probably didn’t want to talk, she needed to give Michael some answers.

“We need to talk Maria,” he stated as he pulled her towards him.

Maria immediately responded by pulling away.

“No! No more talking! Haven’t you said enough?”

“Maria, please just listen to me and hear me out,” Michael pleaded as he stepped close to Maria as her side rested against the door frame.

Damn i have a headache!

It was hard to keep her eyes on Michael, for they were heavy, groggy, and tired but she knew that in order for her to get the sleep she craved she was just going to have to put up and listen to whatever bogus excuse he would come up with, so she could get some sleep. Her fingers gently massaged one of her temples in a circular motion hoping it would help.

When Michael didn’t hear any protest from Maria, he took a deep breath, combing his fingers through his hair. This was it. To talk. Just like Wayne had advised. He was getting himself really prepared for this, and while Maria was definitely woozy from the wine, she was coherent enough to realize how serious Michael was taking it. And serious Michael meant this was truly something coming from his heart.

Why is he finally acting better when I am not in the right frame of mind? Damn that pinot noir!

“I shouldn’t have talked to you like that Maria. I shouldn’t have said anything like that. To put down your music, your talent, and desires. I mean who am I kidding? I don’t have any talent like you in that light. I think it’s amazing you have ambition like that.”

“That’s not what I remembered you said last time you were here,” challenged Maria. A hiccup came out again from her lips, as she instantaneously covered her mouth. The motion made Michael smile.

Adorable, he thought.

“I know what I said last time, I was there, remember? And I’m an idiot.”

“You’re a wha--- what did you just say?” asked Maria as she took a few wobbly steps over to Michael. Did her ears deceive her or did she really hear what she thought she heard?

“I’m an idiot. You put up with a lot when it comes to my….alien-”

“Chaos?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “I was going to say adventures.”

Maria smirked.

“But I know that it wasn’t right for me to have said those things to you. And I hope you know I don’t feel that way. It’s just, when we get caught in this push and pull of one-upping each other, it becomes just that. One upping. And while I love the rise when I get you all mad because your eyes become….”

Michael paused. He wanted to say ‘saultry’. That when Maria turned sassy, it really turned him on and made her look sexy, but how could he say that now given the condition she was currently in from the wine.? He would save those intimate details for a later time when she was more sober.

“There’s this light Maria. Your eyes they give this twinkle, that makes me... I don’t know feel special. Like the glimmer of it was made just for me.”

Michael began to look down at his feet, a gesture he did when he was being very emotionally honest yet uncomfortable about divulging so much.

“I know you’ve drank, probably because of me, and I am not ok with that. I don’t want you to have to drink or get wasted because I did something stupid. I don’t want to be the reason for you to be vulnerable in any way,” Michael said his eyes glistening. He meant it word for word. Though Maria had drank the bottle of wine, she was definitely lucid enough to understand the sincerity of his words. He meant it. He was sorry.


“I’m shaking,” she said with a slight chuckle as she made her way slowly bobbing towards Michael.

“Wow, my words must have touched you that much huh?” he said teasingly as he motioned to take her in his arms.

“No literally I am shaking. Spinning actually...or is it the room…?” she said as her voice trailed off. Michael could see Maria falling forward towards him. He quickly went over and braced her fall as she found herself in his embrace.

She slumped over, burying her head into the nook between Michael’s lower chest and arm. Michael let out a big sigh. This wasn’t good. After all, He knew from first hand experience given Hank passed out frequently, so Michael knew what to do for Maria.

Michael bent over putting his arm behind Maria’s knees and lifting her up to carry her to the bed. She was in no condition to talk and clearly she needed rest. He wasn’t sure if she was wearing any pajamas under her towel robe, but when a pink spaghetti strapped peaked from the opening of the robe on her shoulder he got his answer.

Slowly and very methodically so not to wake her, he unbelted the robe, and peeled off the material gently down. When he threw the robe to the floor on the side, it unveiled a pair of pajamas that Maria must have gotten from one of the gift shops in the lobby. The words Vail Colorado, were branded on the chest of the tank top, and the shorts matched in the same pale pink color as the top. Michael slowly brought the covers up to her chin, and kissed her forehead.

He cared about her. He really did. He didn’t want to though, because that would mean one day he would have to leave her and this would crush her. He saw the images from her mind when they kissed. She had explored pain. The loss of her father cut deep, and the last thing he wanted to do was add salt to the wound, or worse, make it deeper. So deep that it would never heal fully. He would never forgive himself for that.

Michael decided to sleep on the couch, to give her space, after cleaning up the living room a bit. He went over and switched off the fireplace, and turned off the music from the sound system. That was it. Not much to tidy up. It looked like Maria still hadn’t eaten anything. Neither had he.

He scoped around their wonderful kitchen for something. He was definitely hungry. THe fridge came stocked with some basic items. There was also a wine cooler cabinet adjacent to the fridge, that held one bottle of white wine left. Maria must have gotten the bottle of red from there.

There was a loaf of white and wheat bread in the fridge. He opened some cabinets and drawers to find condiments, and was elated to find a bottle of tabasco still in it’s box.

Score! , he thought as he took the bottle out of its tiny package. He placed the box in the trash, got some pans and the butter out, and began to whip out the makings of a good grilled cheese sandwhich. One of Maria’s favorites as well. Had she been up he would’ve gladly made one for her. God knew she needed to eat something. Empty stomach plus wine, meant she would be out for a while.

Michael sat down on one of the barstools at the breakfast nook and began to lace the sandwich with heaping drops of tabasco. Just as he was about to savor the first bite, a ringing came from the living area. Taking a bite, he stood, sandwich in hand and ventured over to wear the sound was coming from.

Stuck between two cushions on the sofa was a cell phone. Maria’s.
Michael held it up. Liz was calling. It was about midnight in Colorado which meant 11:00 PM in Vegas.

“Yeah?”

“Oh Michael, is Maria there?”

“She’s sleeping,” he replied warily. The last thing he wanted to do was to make Liz worry and say that Maria was truly in a state of “passed out” due to copious amounts of wine.

“She told you where we are right,” Michael added. It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yeah she told me.Colorado. Are you guys ok?”

“Haven’t really hashed things out but we will,” replied Michael trying to keep it vague. One thing everything in the group knew about Michael was they he never really divulged much about his personal business with Maria.
“But she’s fine Liz, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried. I know you’ll take care of her,” Liz replied reassuringly.

Liz had his back when he and Maria went to Tucson for Lauree Dupree, and insisted to Amy that everything would be ok, because Michael would protect Maria. Michael would always be thankful to Liz for that, though he would never admit his appreciation out loud, and Liz knew Michael enough to expect otherwise.

“I told Maria that as well.”

That caught Michael’s attention.

Would Maria ever doubt otherwise?

Had she talked about Liz about being weary even the slightest bit to be stranded with him?

“What do you mean?”

“Uh no nothing…just you know, you guys were arguing and stuff before you got on the bus so… anyway,” said Liz trying to brush off the apprehensiveness she was hearing in Michael’s tone “Just let Maria sleep. Ask her to call me when she wakes up.”

“Will do,” said Michael.

He hung up the phone and threw it on the sofa, as he ate the rest of his sandwich.

Michael couldn’t help but wonder what Maria exactly said to Liz about him. He wasn’t dumb. He was sure enough to know that when Maria talked to Liz in the bedroom she definitely talked about him. It’s what girls did. “Girl talk”, as they liked to call it. If Liz had been here the ritual would’ve included a pint of ice cream and two spoons, if he remembered correctly during one of Maria’s episodes where she yammered on and on.

See I listen, he thought triumphantly as he went on eating the sandwich. Damn! This sandwich is good! I need to make another one!

Michael was still hungry, but he was also exhausted. He went to the kitchen and cleaned it up.

As he came back to the sofa to get some sleep, he still couldn’t get Liz’s words out of his mind.

That tone when she said “ I told Maria,” didn’t bode well with him.

Why would Liz need to reassure Maria of that?

Didn’t Maria already know she would be ok with him? Sure he got upset at times, even angry, but it’s not like he ever took it out on her.

Why did she have to worry?

Then he remembered about the text earlier that Liz sent Maria. He found the phone in between one of the cushions again and flipped it open.
He saw the message in the inbox:

What the hell is F.M.?


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A DETOUR FROM VEGAS M/M, M/L support CC too (TEEN) Chapter 7

Post by santigold53 » Mon Sep 03, 2018 5:48 pm

Here’s the next chapter!
Please be forewarned there is some adult language!

Enjoy!

Chapter 7.

A light snorer. Michael wouldn’t believe it if Maria told him, but he was one, whether he liked to admit it or not. He snored. Maria smiled a little as she sipped her coffee, standing against the breakfast nook looking at Michael, who was still sound asleep on the couch--and snoring. Lightly.

She was a bit embarrassed about her state last night. She knew she had gotten a little buzzed and hated that Michael had to see her like that. She was usually much more put together and in control of things. While she hadn’t been completely sober last night, her memory was still intact. Especially the one she had of falling into Michael’s arms, and not in the figurative sense. She had figuratively fallen into his arms since their first kiss back at the Crashdown a year ago.

A year ago. Had it only been a year? It seemed much longer...

She woke up with a huge headache but ironically well rested. She begrudgingly took some ibuprofen she found in one of the cabinets of the bathroom suite. She didn’t like to take anything that wasn’t more on the homeopathic or ayurvedic side, but she didn’t know what else to do. She had never been buzzed like this before, and she didn’t have any herbal remedies on her to do the trick.

Sure her and Liz had raided her mom’s liquor cabinet and tried a sip of this or a shot of that, but it was all in innocent curiosity and fun. She never let herself go like this before, and if Liz knew she would be giving Maria one of her lectures right about now.

She was hoping that the scent of the coffee brewing away on its own, might wake up Michael, as it usually did the trick, but to her surprise, he wasn’t budging at all. He was in a deep sleep. Nothing could wake him, and in a way, she was really glad for that. She knew Michael hadn’t been getting any sleep, and she overheard his conversation with Max and Isabel during the ride over to Vegas that this whole idea to venture to Vegas started from a nightmare.

Apparently, he had been getting them every night since Tucson. So Vegas was his outlet to let loose, maybe even relieve some stress so he could get some good sleep in his system. Well, they weren’t in Vegas anymore, but at least Michael was definitely getting some sleep. Good sleep.

Maria put her empty mug in the sink. She combed her finger through her long curly hair, that was parted on the side and realized that her headache was definitely getting better. What she needed was food, but she didn’t want to wake Michael with the noise of pots and pans.

She decided to opt for a quick shower, change and venture down to one of the restaurants downstairs.

“Maria?”

Maria stopped in her tracks just at the door of the bedroom and slowly turned around.

Michael was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey,” she said softly, standing near the door.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Maria said brushing it off so that they could avoid talking about her embarrassing state last night.

“Yeah? You seemed really out of it last night,” Michael said as he sat up and stretched a bit.

“No, I was…it was just one too many glasses of wine.”

Michael gave her a testing look, as he proceeded to fold the blanket. A look that made it made it pretty clear to Maria that she couldn’t fool him.

“It wasn’t just one glass of wine Maria, or two. It was the entire bottle.”

Maria was very touched by his concern, but also a little annoyed at the interrogation. She knew her mistakes. She didn’t need to him to constantly remind her of them.

“I know! I know! Look. I know what I did last night was stupid.”

“You also did it because of me right?” asked Michael.

Maria bit her lip. She didn’t want to answer that because she knew it would hurt him if she told the truth.

“No,” she said shaking her head as she came over to sit on the couch. Michael took his legs off the couch and sat up scooting over to make room for Maria.

It was like the time she came to his apartment to discuss the stupid visions from those overheated make-out sessions they had last year. He remembered her apologizing sitting just like now on the couch of his apartment unarmoured and honest. She never had any reason to apologize for it was Michael that was doing all the blocking so she couldn’t see into his past. He never told her. He was afraid to. But he was more afraid of the intensity that came out when they kissed. It made him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like feeling that way. It made him feel uneasy. So rather than sacrificing his comfortability, he never told Maria the truth about him purposely blocking the visions from her.

“It wasn’t you. It’s not...it’s not just you,” she said looking over and then crossing her arms, realizing she was still in her gift shop pajama attire.

Michael leaned into her rubbing her back. I am an Asshole. Michael was really feeling guilty.

“That’s really sweet of you Maria,” he said his lips slightly curling up. “But I know the truth. I’m sorry.”

Maria shook her head. “Just let’s just forget it,” Maria said with a soft punch to his shoulder as she got up. What was the point for her to keep the conversation going? She was so used to just letting things go. As tiring and depressing as it was there was no other way with him.

“I um,” Michael started as he scratched his eyebrow “I don’t think we should just brush it under the rug, Maria.”

Stunned, Maria turned around.

“What do you suggest?” Maria asked skeptically.

“We talk.”

Maria’s jaw dropped.

“Who the hell are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?”

Was Michael actually going to start the initiation of being communicative? That wasn’t something that came naturally to him.

“It’s me, Maria,” Michael said getting up.

“Okay. Well, what do you have in mind? How do you want to do this?”

“Well I know you must be starving so how about we go grab some breakfast.”

“And talk?” Maria asked.

“Yeah. What do you say?” Michael asked as he placed his hands in his pockets.

Maria nodded. “Okay.”

***

After Maria took a shower she let Michael have the bathroom all to himself to shower and get ready.

“Do you mind if I get dressed in the bedroom while you’re showering in the bathroom?” asked Maria in her towel.

Michael couldn’t help but take note of the drops of water on her dewy milky skin. Her shoulders and bare calves looking amazing as they glistened in the light.

“Yeah...sure,” Michael said quickly as he rushed to the bathroom. Any more time and he’d probably grab Maria, pin her to the bed and kiss her till she ran out of breath.

Maria opted for a casual maxi long black skirt that had a slit one side trailing up above her knee a little. She put on a maroon tank top, one that had a built-in bra that she had brought along with her to Vegas in her bag. It was a smart choice considering she could save room by packing fewer undergarments.

Certainly an upgrade from my aqua bra!


She wore the black spandex, crop top cardigan she purchased earlier at the gift shop over the tank top, since it was a little cold in the hotel resort, and tied the front in a delicate knot.

She decided to wait for Michael in the living room and closed the bedroom door behind her to offer him some privacy. Getting her purse she realized her phone was missing. Looking around, behind cushions and under the sofa, she finally found it sitting right on top of an end table. As she flipped it open she noticed that Liz called last night, and the minutes on the side indicated she was on the phone for at least 10 minutes.

Realizing that it was Michael she had the ten-minute conversation with she began to feel nervous. What if Liz had told Michael all about Future Max? She wouldn’t think Liz would do that without talking to Maria first and forewarning her so she dismissed the idea immediately from her mind. Perhaps she didn’t, after all, if Liz had wouldn’t Michael have been really angry at her in the morning for keeping this from him for so long? And he didn’t appear to be angry, quite the opposite in fact.

She could hear Michael getting out of the shower and now brushing his teeth. Seeing that she had more time on her side she opted to call Liz just to stay aofeast on what might have come about last night.

As Maria hesitantly punched in the buttons to call her, she bit her lip, pacing back and forth leaving brush marks on the carpet with her feet. There was thankfully much clearer reception in the living room space versus where she was in the bedroom prior.

“Hello?”

“Liz! It’s Maria.”

“Maria. Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you to call me! I tried calling you yesterday but Michael said you were sleeping.”

Phew! Maria was very happy to hear that Michael didn’t tell Liz that she was passed out from wine. The last thing she needed right now was one of Liz’s lectures.

“Yeah...I was tired.”

“Yeah he mentioned that...and the fact that you both hadn’t really hashed things out.”

“Yeah. To be honest I never really thought we’d even get to that point. Michael’s not really a talker.”

Liz knew that.

“But surprisingly, he said that we should.”

“Wait? What?” Did Liz’s ears just deceive her or did she just hear from Maria that Michael wanted to “talk”?

Maria chuckled softly. “Yeah, that was my reaction too. He wants to talk. It was his idea”

“That, that’s great. Wow. Michael said that huh?”

Maria laughed a little again. “Yeah who would’ve thunk?”

“Wow, that’s a great surprise. I mean I always I knew you would always be ok with him but that’s definitely an improvement on his end.”

“Tell me about it. Okay, okay, okay! Liz, you called to talk to me yesterday, so what’s up?”

“Well, but I wanted to talk to you because Max and I talked to the group about Future Max.”

Maria swallowed. She felt butterflies in her stomach, as she brushed her hand along the horizontal trim of the sofa guiding herself to sit.

“What did they say?”

“Well, I guess…, the reactions were as Max and I had expected,” replied Liz.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, Isabel, and Tess were very defensive and vocal about their disappointment in me for keeping it from them. They felt like as the aliens they should’ve known, from the beginning. I kept telling them how Future Max told me not to, and even Max came to my defense when he explains the complications if ever his present self and future self met in real time, but it didn’t get any better. In fact, that just made it worse. Tess criticized him always taking my side, and Isabel said something hurtful that caused Alex to even yell at her back!”

“What? Oh my god Lizzy! What did Isabel say that would make Alex yell?” Maria knew how much Alex cared for Isabel so the fact that he raised her voice at her at all, was pretty telling about the intensity of the situation.

“She said she wished that Max had never saved me. And then Alex yelled, Isabel yelled back, Tess yelled, Max tried to reason with them...Oh, God! Maria, it was a complete mess. Everyone was pretty much yelling except for me and Kyle. He just sat there stunned for what seemed like hours, just..stunned. Quiet and unwavering. Later on, I would come to find out from him that during the argument he was realizing that when I asked him months ago to sleep with me, it was to prevent a cataclysmic future of apocalyptic proportions…”

Last night in Vegas...

“How could you keep this from us, Liz? You’re not even one of us! If Max didn’t save you we wouldn’t be in this mess,” cried Isabel as she stomped to the opposite side of the suite.

“How the hell can you say that Isabel?” exclaimed Alex. “How many times have Liz, Maria and I saved your lives? Multiple! Think a bit before you say something stupid,” yelled Alex as he gave a piercing glare to Isabel.
Liz was trembling, arms crossed in front of her, regretting that Max and she had said anything in the first place in regards to the future with the rest of the group. She should’ve just followed Future Mac’s advice and kept quiet.

Tess scoffed in response to Alex’s retaliation against Isabel. “Oh please. We never asked you guys for your help. And where is Maria anyway? She’s never around and when she is she’s always running after Michael.”

“Tess, you better shut up,” said Kyle through gritted teeth as he looked on worriedly at Liz. After a long time of unwavering silence from Kyle’s end, he was finally speaking up.Tess a bit taken aback by Kyle’s tone pouted and went over to stand next to Isabel.

“Maria knows too.” said Liz softly as she went back to biting her lip, closing her eyes as if she was getting ready for the brunt of more backlash.

“Unbelievable!” Isabel groaned.

“Stop it! We’ve all hurt each other here. We can’t blame Liz for something that Future-- for something I told her. At the end of the day, it’s my fault. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine!” cried Max.

“Of course it is Max. If there’s anyone to blame it’s our King,” replied Tess mockingly clearly frustrated with Max’s pitiful attempt to defend Liz.

Verbal Jabs were flying violently back and forth from one side of the suite to another like a ping pong ball in a heated game, never ending, never stopping. Max was scolding Isabel for hiding the whole Vilandra information for so long as if to justify Liz’s reason for keeping Future Max a secret and Isabel cried back stating it wasn’t the same as withholding information of a catastrophic fate. Tess cried as to how she was the reason the aliens formulated a stronger union in the first place and that humans should’ve never been a part of their group, while Alex again reminded how the humans had helped them over and over again from disaster. The jabs went on and on, becoming louder and more hurtful. Liz was beginning to feel like it would never end and needed to escape so she left the scene to retreat back to her bedroom for sanctuary.

“GUYS!” shouted Kyle. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

Everyone stopped talking.

“You guys, and when I mean by ‘guys’ I am referring to you two bone headed Barbies there, and you too El Presidente! You can’t keep blaming each other or Liz for this. She never asked to be saved! She never asked for Max to come from the future and even more to tell her to make the present Max stop being in love with her. Can you guys imagine how much that last one must have crushed her? She never asked for any of this!

I was there that night. Liz was scared, upset, and frantic. The fact that she called me in for a favor like sleeping with her to trick Max, was uncharacteristic in every way imaginable. It went against every fiber of her being. The fact is, Future Max came and told her what life was to come if you all couldn’t be united. Michael died just hours before he came to visit her- didn’t you guys hear what she said, or was I the only one paying attention? Isabel, you were gone way before that. Gone.”

Isabel looked down at her feet, as Alex looked on at her. He couldn’t imagine a life without her, and the fact that Isabel didn’t pay enough attention to the detail of her being dead and more to the fact that Liz withheld information from them confused him. Didn’t her life mean something to her? What could be worse than being gone before your time?

“Tess, according to Liz, Future Max says you left us. YOU left us, Tess. That means you left me and dad. You’re a part of my family now. Knowing that you could be gone, that you would leave me the same way my mom left us- that kills me. But you don’t care. All you care is that Future Max came to Liz and that she withheld information. All you care about is the fact that your husband of another lifetime is in love with someone else, and that kills you. You don’t care because you’re too jealous to feel anything else. Thanks. If you’re going to leave you might as well leave now.”

The words he hit Tess with were the most aggressive. It’s like had saved his strongest ammunition solely for her. Because in truth, she meant the most to him out of the podsquad.

“ I’m going out,” said Kyle curtly as he straightened the collar of his leather jacket and headed for the door. “See you fucking morons….whenever.”

“Wait up Kyle,” said Alex as he gave one last look to Isabel. “ I’m coming with.” Kyle nodded.

As Alex and Kyle left, Tess sat down on one of the armchairs.

“I’m going to go check on Liz,” said Max as he retreated to her room.
Isabel sunk on the floor against the wall. Wrapping her arms around her legs she cried softly on her knees.

Isabel began to think about the scene as she went on crying. What were they angry about? Was it about Liz? Was it because she kept something from them for so long. Or was it because she hated who she was? She couldn’t answer, but she knew right then and there, she didn’t like herself very much at the moment.


***
Maria’s fingertips rested on her lips as she heard the whole story from Liz’s quavering voice on the other line. She couldn’t believe that her friends had become so contentious to one another. The things they said were earth-shattering. Leave it to Kyle to be the voice of reason. She knew he was sick of all the alien chaos at times as much as she was. She was worried for Liz, being among people who were once dear friends, had now turned against her so aggressively and abruptly.

“You ok chica?” asked Maria, as she felt her eyes tearing up. One tear slowly glided from her green eye down her cheek.

“Maria?”

Maria looked up finding Michael at the door, clean and dressed looking very concerned. Even more concerned than last night.

Maria quickly wiped the tear from her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be, just give me two minutes?” asked Maria. Michael nodded and reluctantly and retreated back into the bedroom closing the door.

Knowing well that now Michael could hear their conversation if she wasn’t more discreet, she walked to the kitchen to a be a little farther away.

“I take it Michael saw you?” asked Liz.

“Yeah but I doubt he knows what you're saying to me. He can’t hear you and I said nothing to give it away, but I was...crying a bit.”

“Maria please don’t be upset.”

“I can’t help it,” said Maria as she felt her voice getting shaky again. “I want to be there with you. I can’t imagine you going through this by yourself. And it’s not fair. It’s not just you that withheld it, it was me too.”

“Because of me Maria. I’m the one that told you. Listen don’t worry about me. I have Max.”

“No, I know you have Max, and I know he’ll take care of you and all about this mess but it’s not right that I’m not there too.”

“Maria right now things are pretty heated. Isabel and Tess are keeping to themselves and Kyle and Alex right now are pretty much off together in the casinos. Alex and Kyle have stopped a couple times to check up on me but, other than that they are all angry. We are all not really talking to each other, but the positive part is Max hasn’t left my side. Not at all. He’s in the shower right now otherwise I’d let you hear it from the horse's mouth.” Liz said half jokingly causing Maria to smile a bit. She could tell Liz was doing her best to make Maria feel better.

Suddenly a scary thought came into Maria’s mind.
“Are they going to call Michael and tell him? Isabel and Tess ” asked Maria.

“Isabel and Tess are made at me and understandably Max too. Do I like it- no. But I can’t say I can blame them right now. But one thing I know is, despite all their anger, they won’t tell Michael. “

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because Max told me right before he came for me when I retreated to my room, that Isabel and Tess said that Michael would be furious about this, but they would at least give him some decency by telling it to his face.”

“Oh.”

“And then Max explained how Michael and you had gotten into an argument and ventured off together now isolated in Vail Colorado, and it kind of came up, that….”

“That it would be best if I tell him given I've known too.”

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds before Liz said a reluctant “yes”

Maria sighed. She knew it was the right thing to do. After all wasn’t ‘Honesty the Best Policy’? It wasn’t going to be easy, but Liz had just been through hell and back again when she told the group last night, and since she couldn’t be there to comfort Liz, the least she could do was divulge Spaceboy the truth herself. After all, at the end of the day, she had withheld information from Michael, and understandably so, even though it would call for emotional turmoil if Michael got mad at her she would understand. Just like Liz understood Isabel and Tess’ reactions.

“I know what I have to do. I just don’t want to hurt him,” Maria said softly.

“He knows you would never do anything like that Maria. He might get angry but he’ll understand. Alex understood, Kyle did, and even Max.”

“Yeah but Michael is not really happy with Max, so he’ll be more pissed at him and his future self. Oh, haha, and of course me!” said Maria sarcastically.

“Michael will always take care of you. No matter what. You know that don’t you?”

Maria didn’t answer. Yes even in the most heated of battles he would always put past aggressions aside to put her well-being as a priority. But this was different. Maria not only lied, she hid the truth from Michael.

“I better go and get on with it,” Maria said. She had already kept Michael waiting long enough. Before long, he would get more suspicious than he already was.

As Liz wished her good luck and shared her hopes of a positive resolution coming out of their inevitable talk, Maria could only tremble as she set the cell phone down on the counter.

Would a positive resolution come out?

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Re: A DETOUR FROM VEGAS M/M, M/L support CC too (TEEN) Chapter 1 - 9/14/17

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Here’s the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 7.

A light snorer. Michael wouldn’t believe it if Maria told him, but he was one, whether he liked to admit it or not. He snored. Maria smiled a little as she sipped her coffee, standing against the breakfast nook looking at Michael, who was still sound asleep on the couch--and snoring. Lightly.

She was a bit embarrassed about her state last night. She knew she had gotten a little buzzed and hated that Michael had to see her like that. She was usually much more put together and in control of things. While she hadn’t been completely sober last night, her memory was still intact. Especially the one she had of falling into Michael’s arms, and not in the figurative sense. She had figuratively fallen into his arms since their first kiss back at the Crashdown a year ago.

A year ago. Had it only been a year? It seemed much longer...


She woke up with a huge headache but ironically well rested. She begrudgingly took some ibuprofen she found in one of the cabinets of the bathroom suite. She didn’t like to take anything that wasn’t more on the homeopathic or ayurvedic side, but she didn’t know what else to do. She had never been buzzed like this before, and she didn’t have any herbal remedies on her to do the trick.

Sure her and Liz had raided her mom’s liquor cabinet and tried a sip of this or a shot of that, but it was all in innocent curiosity and fun. She never let herself go like this before, and if Liz knew she would be giving Maria one of her lectures right about now.

She was hoping that the scent of the coffee brewing away on its own, might wake up Michael, as it usually did the trick, but to her surprise, he wasn’t budging at all. He was in a deep sleep. Nothing could wake him, and in a way, she was really glad for that. She knew Michael hadn’t been getting any sleep, and she overheard his conversation with Max and Isabel during the ride over to Vegas that this whole idea to venture to Vegas started from a nightmare.

Apparently, he had been getting them every night since Tucson. So Vegas was his outlet to let loose, maybe even relieve some stress so he could get some good sleep in his system. Well, they weren’t in Vegas anymore, but at least Michael was definitely getting some sleep. Good sleep.

Maria put her empty mug in the sink. She combed her finger through her long curly hair, that was parted on the side and realized that her headache was definitely getting better. What she needed was food, but she didn’t want to wake Michael with the noise of pots and pans.

She decided to opt for a quick shower, change and venture down to one of the restaurants downstairs.

“Maria?”

Maria stopped in her tracks just at the door of the bedroom and slowly turned around.

Michael was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey,” she said softly, standing near the door.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Maria said brushing it off so that they could avoid talking about her embarrassing state last night.

“Yeah? You seemed really out of it last night,” Michael said as he sat up and stretched a bit.

“No, I was…it was just one too many glasses of wine.”

Michael gave her a testing look, as he proceeded to fold the blanket. A look that made it made it pretty clear to Maria that she couldn’t fool him.

“It wasn’t just one glass of wine Maria, or two. It was the entire bottle.”

Maria was very touched by his concern, but also a little annoyed at the interrogation. She knew her mistakes. She didn’t need to him to constantly remind her of them.

“I know! I know! Look. I know what I did last night was stupid.”

“You also did it because of me right?” asked Michael.

Maria bit her lip. She didn’t want to answer that because she knew it would hurt him if she told the truth.

“No,” she said shaking her head as she came over to sit on the couch. Michael took his legs off the couch and sat up scooting over to make room for Maria.

It was like the time she came to his apartment to discuss the stupid visions from those overheated make out sessions they had last year. He remembered her apologizing sitting just like now on the couch of his apartment unarmoured and honest. She never had any reason to apologize for it was Michael that was doing all the blocking so she couldn’t see into his past. He never told her. He was afraid to. But he was more afraid of the intensity that came out when they kissed. It made him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like feeling that way. It made him feel uneasy. So rather than sacrificing his comfortability, he never told Maria about the truth about him purposely blocking the visions from her.

“It wasn’t you. It’s not...it’s not just you,” she said looking over and then crossing her arms, realizing she was still in her gift shop pajama attire.

Michael leaned into her rubbing her back. I am an Asshole. Michael was really feeling guilty.

“That’s really sweet of you Maria,” he said his lips slightly curling up. “But I know the truth. I’m sorry.”

Maria shook her head. “Just let’s just forget it,” Maria said with a soft punch to his shoulder as she got up. What was the point for her to keep the conversation going? She was so used to just letting things go. As tiring and depressing as it was there was no other way with him.

“I um,” Michael started as he scratched his eyebrow “I don’t think we should just brush it under the rug, Maria.”

Stunned, Maria turned around.

“What do you suggest?” Maria asked skeptically.

“We talk.”

Maria’s jaw dropped.

“Who the hell are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?”

Was Michael actually going to start the initiation of being communicative? That wasn’t something that came naturally to him.

“It’s me, Maria,” Michael said getting up.

“Okay. Well, what do you have in mind? How do you want to do this?”

“Well I know you must be starving so how about we go grab some breakfast.”

“And talk?” Maria asked.

“Yeah. What do you say?” Michael asked as he placed his hands in his pockets.

Maria nodded. “Okay.”

***

After Maria took a shower she let Michael have the bathroom all to himself to shower and get ready.

“Do you mind if I get dressed in the bedroom while you’re showering in the bathroom?” asked Maria in her towel.

Michael couldn’t help but take note of the drops of water on her dewy milky skin. Her shoulders and bare calves looking amazing as they glistened in the light.

“Yeah...sure,” Michael said quickly as he rushed to the bathroom. Any more time and he’d probably grab Maria, pin her to the bed and kiss her till she ran out of breath.

Maria opted for a casual maxi long black skirt that had a slit one side trailing up above her knee a little. She put on a maroon tank top, one that had a built in bra that she had brought along with her to Vegas in her bag. It was a smart choice considering she could save room by packing fewer undergarments.

Certainly an upgrade from my aqua bra!

She wore the black spandex, crop top cardigan she purchased earlier at the gift shop over the tank top, since it was a little cold in the hotel resort, and tied the front in a delicate knot.

She decided to wait for Michael in the living room and closed the bedroom door behind her to offer him some privacy. Getting her purse she realized her phone was missing. Looking around, behind cushions and under the sofa, she finally found it sitting right on top of an end table. As she flipped it open she noticed that Liz called last night, and the minutes on the side indicated she was on the phone for at least 10 minutes.

Realizing that it was Michael she had the ten-minute conversation with she began to feel nervous. What if Liz had told Michael all about Future Max? She wouldn’t think Liz would do that without talking to Maria first and forewarning her so she dismissed the idea immediately from her mind. Perhaps she didn’t, after all, if Liz had wouldn’t Michael have been really angry at her in the morning for keeping this from him for so long? And he didn’t appear to be angry, quite the opposite in fact.

She could hear Michael getting out of the shower and now brushing his teeth. Seeing that she had more time on her side she opted to call Liz just to stay abreast on what might have come about last night.

As Maria hesitantly punched in the buttons to call her, she bit her lip, pacing back and forth leaving brush marks on the carpet with her feet. There was thankfully much clearer reception in the living room space versus where she was in the bedroom prior.

“Hello?”

“Liz! It’s Maria.”

“Maria. Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you to call me! I tried calling you yesterday but Michael said you were sleeping.”

Phew! Maria was very happy to hear that Michael didn’t tell Liz that she was passed out from wine. The last thing she needed right now was one of Liz’s lectures.

“Yeah...I was tired.”

“Yeah he mentioned that...and the fact that you both hadn’t really hashed things out.”

“Yeah. To be honest I never really thought we’d even get to that point. Michael’s not really a talker.”

Liz knew that.

“But surprisingly, he said that we should.”

“Wait? What?” Did Liz’s ears just deceive her or did she just hear from Maria that Michael wanted to “talk”?

Maria chuckled softly. “Yeah, that was my reaction too. He wants to talk. It was his idea”

“That, that’s great. Wow. Michael said that huh?”

Maria laughed a little again. “Yeah who would’ve thunk?”

“Wow, that’s a great surprise. I mean I always I knew you would always be ok with him but that’s definitely an improvement on his end.”

“Tell me about it. Okay, okay, okay! Liz, you called to talk to me yesterday, so what’s up?”

“Well, but I wanted to talk to you because Max and I talked to the group about Future Max.”

Maria swallowed. She felt butterflies in her stomach, as she brushed her hand along the horizontal trim of the sofa guiding herself to sit.

“What did they say?”

“Well, I guess…, the reactions were as Max and I had expected,” replied Liz.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, Isabel, and Tess were very defensive and vocal about their disappointment in me for keeping it from them. They felt like as the aliens they should’ve known, from the beginning. I kept telling them how Future Max told me not to, and even Max came to my defense when he explains the complications if ever his present self and future self met in real time, but it didn’t get any better. In fact, that just made it worse. Tess criticized him always taking my side, and Isabel said something hurtful that caused Alex to even yell at her back!”

“What? Oh my god Lizzy! What did Isabel say that would make Alex yell?” Maria knew how much Alex cared for Isabel so the fact that he raised her voice at her at all, was pretty telling about the intensity of the situation.

“She said she wished that Max had never saved me. And then Alex yelled, Isabel yelled back, Tess yelled, Max tried to reason with them...Oh, God! Maria, it was a complete mess. Everyone was pretty much yelling except for me and Kyle. He just sat there stunned for what seemed like hours, just..stunned. Quiet and unwavering. Later on, I would come to find out from him that during the argument he was realizing that when I asked him months ago to sleep with me, it was to prevent a cataclysmic future of apocalyptic proportions…”

Last night in Vegas...

“How could you keep this from us, Liz? You’re not even one of us! If Max didn’t save you we wouldn’t be in this mess,” cried Isabel as she stomped to the opposite side of the suite.

“How the hell can you say that Isabel?” exclaimed Alex. “How many times have Liz, Maria and I saved your lives? Multiple! Think a bit before you say something stupid,” yelled Alex as he gave a piercing glare to Isabel.
Liz was trembling, arms crossed in front of her, regretting that Max and she had said anything in the first place in regards to the future with the rest of the group. She should’ve just followed Future Mac’s advice and kept quiet.

Tess scoffed in response to Alex’s retaliation against Isabel. “Oh please. We never asked you guys for your help. And where is Maria anyway? She’s never around and when she is she’s always running after Michael.”

“Tess, you better shut up,” said Kyle through gritted teeth as he looked on worriedly at Liz. After a long time of unwavering silence from Kyle’s end, he was finally speaking up.Tess a bit taken aback by Kyle’s tone pouted and went over to stand next to Isabel.

“Maria knows too.” said Liz softly as she went back to biting her lip, closing her eyes as if she was getting ready for the brunt of more backlash.

“Unbelievable!” Isabel groaned.

“Stop it! We’ve all hurt each other here. We can’t blame Liz for something that Future-- for something I told her. At the end of the day, it’s my fault. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine!” cried Max.

“Of course it is Max. If there’s anyone to blame it’s our King,” replied Tess mockingly clearly frustrated with Max’s pitiful attempt to defend Liz.

Verbal Jabs were flying violently back and forth from one side of the suite to another like a ping pong ball in a heated game, never ending, never stopping. Max was scolding Isabel for hiding the whole Vilandra information for so long as if to justify Liz’s reason for keeping Future Max a secret and Isabel cried back stating it wasn’t the same as withholding information of a catastrophic fate. Tess cried as to how she was the reason the aliens formulated a stronger union in the first place and that humans should’ve never been a part of their group, while Alex again reminded how the humans had helped them over and over again from disaster. The jabs went on and on, becoming louder and more hurtful. Liz was beginning to feel like it would never end and needed to escape so she left the scene to retreat back to her bedroom for sanctuary.

“GUYS!” shouted Kyle. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

Everyone stopped talking.

“You guys, and when I mean by ‘guys’ I am referring to you two bone headed Barbies there, and you too El Presidente! You can’t keep blaming each other or Liz for this. She never asked to be saved! She never asked for Max to come from the future and even more to tell her to make present Max stop being in love with her. Can you guys imagine how much that last one must have crushed her? She never asked for any of this!

I was there that night. Liz was scared, upset, and frantic. The fact that she called me in for a favor like sleeping with her to trick Max, was uncharacteristic in every way imaginable. It went against every fiber of her being. The fact is, Future Max came and told her what life was to come if you all couldn’t be united. Michael died just hours before he came to visit her- didn’t you guys hear what she said, or was I the only one paying attention? Isabel, you were gone way before that. Gone.”

Isabel looked down at her feet, as Alex looked on at her. He couldn’t imagine a life without her, and the fact that Isabel didn’t pay enough attention to the detail of her being dead and more to the fact that Liz withheld information from them confused him. Didn’t her life mean something to her? What could be worse than being gone before your time?

“Tess, according to Liz, Future Max says you left us. YOU left us, Tess. That means you left me and dad. You’re a part of my family now. Knowing that you could be gone, that you would leave me the same way my mom left us- that kills me. But you don’t care. All you care is that Future Max came to Liz and that she withheld information. All you care about is the fact that your husband of another lifetime is in love with someone else, and that kills you. You don’t care because you’re too jealous to feel anything else. Thanks. If you’re going to leave you might as well leave now.”

The words he hit Tess with were the most aggressive. It’s like had saved his strongest ammunition solely for her. Because in truth, she meant the most to him out of the podsquad.

“ I’m going out,” said Kyle curtly as he straightened the collar of his leather jacket and headed for the door. “See you fucking morons….whenever.”

“Wait up Kyle,” said Alex as he gave one last look to Isabel. “ I’m coming with.” Kyle nodded.

As Alex and Kyle left, Tess sat down on one of the arm chairs.

“I’m going to go check on Liz,” said Max as he retreated to her room.
Isabel sunk on the floor against the wall. Wrapping her arms around her legs she cried softly on her knees.

Isabel began to think about the scene as she went on crying. What were they angry about? Was it about Liz? Was it because she kept something from them for so long. Or was it because she hated who she was? She couldn’t answer, but she knew right then and there, she didn’t like herself very much at the moment.


***
Maria’s fingertips rested on her lips as she heard the whole story from Liz’s quavering voice on the other line. She couldn’t believe that her friends had become so contentious to one another. The things they said were earth shattering. Leave it to Kyle to be the voice of reason. She knew he was sick of all the alien chaos at times as much as she was. She was worried for Liz, being among people who were once dear friends, had now turned against her so aggressively and abruptly.

“You ok chica?” asked Maria, as she felt her eyes tearing up. One tear slowly glided from her green eye down her cheek.

“Maria?”

Maria looked up finding Michael at the door, clean and dressed looking very concerned. Even more concerned than last night.

Maria quickly wiped the tear from her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be, just give me two minutes?” asked Maria. Michael nodded and reluctantly and retreated back into the bedroom closing the door.

Knowing well that now Michael could hear their conversation if she wasn’t more discreet, she walked to the kitchen to a be a little farther away.

“I take it Michael saw you?” asked Liz.

“Yeah but I doubt he knows what you're saying to me. He can’t hear you and I said nothing to give it away, but I was...crying a bit.”

“Maria please don’t be upset.”

“I can’t help it,” said Maria as she felt her voice getting shaky again. “I want to be there with you. I can’t imagine you going through this by yourself. And it’s not fair. It’s not just you that withheld it, it was me too.”

“Because of me Maria. I’m the one that told you. Listen don’t worry about me. I have Max.”

“No, I know you have Max, and I know he’ll take care of you and all about this mess but it’s not right that I’m not there too.”

“Maria right now things are pretty heated. Isabel and Tess are keeping to themselves and Kyle and Alex right now are pretty much off together in the casinos. Alex and Kyle have stopped a couple times to check up on me but, other than that they are all angry. We are all not really talking to each other, but the positive part is Max hasn’t left my side. Not at all. He’s in the shower right now otherwise I’d let you hear it from the horse's mouth.” Liz said half jokingly causing Maria to smile a bit. She could tell Liz was doing her best to make Maria feel better.

Suddenly a scary thought came into Maria’s mind.
“Are they going to call Michael and tell him? Isabel and Tess ” asked Maria.

“Isabel and Tess are made at me and understandably Max too. Do I like it- no. But I can’t say I can blame them right now. But one thing I know is, despite all their anger, they won’t tell Michael. “

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because Max told me right before he came for me when I retreated to my room, that Isabel and Tess said that Michael would be furious about this, but they would at least give him some decency by telling it to his face.”

“Oh.”

“And then Max explained how Michael and you had gotten into an argument and ventured off together now isolated in Vail Colorado, and it kind of came up, that….”

“That it would be best if I tell him given I've known too.”

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds before Liz said a reluctant “yes”

Maria sighed. She knew it was the right thing to do. After all wasn’t ‘Honesty the Best Policy’? It wasn’t going to be easy, but Liz had just been through hell and back again when she told the group last night, and since she couldn’t be there to comfort Liz, the least she could do was divulge Spaceboy the truth herself. After all, at the end of the day, she had withheld information from Michael, and understandably so, even though it would call for emotional turmoil if Michael got mad at her she would understand. Just like Liz understood Isabel and Tess’ reactions.

“I know what I have to do. I just don’t want to hurt him,” Maria said softly.

“He knows you would never do anything like that Maria. He might get angry but he’ll understand. Alex understood, Kyle did, and even Max.”

“Yeah but Michael is not really happy with Max, so he’ll be more pissed at him and his future self. Oh, haha, and of course me!” said Maria sarcastically.

“Michael will always take care of you. No matter what. You know that don’t you?”

Maria didn’t answer. Yes even in the most heated of battles he would always put past aggressions aside to put her well-being as a priority. But this was different. Maria not only lied, she hid the truth from Michael.

“I better go and get on with it,” Maria said. She had already kept Michael waiting long enough. Before long, he would get more suspicious than he already was.

As Liz wished her good luck and shared her hopes of a positive resolution coming out of their inevitable talk, Maria could only tremble as she set the cell phone down on the counter.

Would a positive resolution come out?

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