Something More (UC, A/L, Teen) [COMPLETE]

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Something More (UC, A/L, Teen) [COMPLETE]

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Title: Something More
Author: Get Over It
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Roswell isn't mine.
Summary: Sequel to Flaws told in Alex's POV
AN: Thank you once again orphyfets, believer_evans, Roswell4ever1, Dream_walker, jbangelo, and magikhands :D.



They were friends first. Then I joined the group. And it was like the missing puzzle piece to a jigsaw puzzle. I completed them. One was serious, one was wacky, and one was funny. We balanced each other out. We were the three musketeers.

When puberty hit, it was a hard, pun intended, time for me. Here I was, this 13 year old boy, watching these girls, my friends, prancing around in their underwear. Their bikinis, tank tops, short shorts. Need I say more?

It was a blessing and a curse all at once.

I think that was when I started to notice the feelings I felt toward them. I had always just considered them the same. My best friends, only with different personalities.

Maria, though, was more of a sister. I felt protective. No matter what I thought of her, her name couldn’t be slandered in my presences. Sure, she talked a lot, had weird quirks, and sometimes got on your nerves, but she was Maria, my sister.

Liz was something else entirely.

When Maria would change or was half naked, I wouldn’t look. I tried to keep my eyes from the shoulders up.

With Liz it was more of peek, then turn away. Repeat the process until that image was imbedded in my brain.

It was hard when she noticed other guys, guys that were not me. But I realized that she wouldn’t see me like I wanted, pleaded for her to.

Then she started to notice Max Evans. The quiet boy, who was the unattainable hottie of the school. I wasn’t concerned at first. That was until Maria pointed out all the staring, the lovesick looks he would give Liz. The same could of look I know I had in my eyes when I looked at Liz.

Something happened that made them closer. They where together, but not. You could tell he wanted to be something more, she wanted to be something more, but neither could cross that line. I was happy. I knew that as long as that line, that significant line, wasn’t crossed I still had a chance.

It happened, my worst nightmare, had come true. Her and Max where together.

I’ll admit some of my problems where from her lying to me, keeping something from me, but some of it was jealousy. Jealousy that he was the one she was kissing, giving her heart to.

Since she had Max, I needed to move on, at least on the outside. On the inside I could pine away all I wanted.

Isabel Evans, Max’s sister, was the beauty queen. Popular, gorgeous, fascinating, words that describe Isabel. She was ever man’s fantasy; a walking, talking, breathing Barbie doll.

If you were a man, you would have the jones for Isabel Evans too.

Although she was breathtakingly beautiful, that wasn't the only reason I was so captured by her. There was this underlying vulnerability to her. There was this … something that just made you want to she her, the real her. Not the mask or façade she showed.

And I did. I got to know the real her. I’m not gonna lie and say she was vapid or shallow, because she wasn’t. She loved her brother; she loved her charity work, and everything else that was important to her. If you weren’t on that list, then that was too bad for you.

People I cared about, cherished, weren’t on that list. And that hurt. I cared for her problems, her priorities, but mine were over looked, located at the bottom of her list.

What made it terrible, though, was when I ended up on the bottom of that list. Where I was just another person, another someone on her stand-by incase of emergency.

I embarrassed myself for her; I think no one needs to be reminded of her birthday surprise. I helped her with all the crazy loony alien adventures we went on. I helped them when Tess came to town. I held her hand to help her find Max. I was with them when Max was rescued. Yet, I was pushed away for another man.


Something was going on with Liz. Rumors of her sleeping with Kyle were flying around. The aliens giving death glares, which if they had death rays in their eyes would have inflamed her.

I was there for her. Helping her, comforting her. Just letting her be. Understanding that she wasn’t perfect and mistakes happen.

Our hands where touching when she was reaching for the popcorn one night. It happened all the time. Nothing should have been different, but it was.

When you’re in love with one of your best friends, it is always different. Especially when said friend and boyfriend have broken up.

When you really like a someone and they already have someone in their live, you’re waiting from that someone to mess up, fuck up, so you can be there. When that time happens, when things go wrong, you realize this is your time. This is your chance to swoop in and grab the girl. And I did.

I kissed her. I kissed her with all the pent up passion, the repressed love that I had for her.

And it was wonderful.

Things changed, but I was still without the girl. Sitting with a broken heart watching her love Max.

Isabel had decided that she would let me escort her to prom. How nice of her. Why, I should have been honored, but I wasn’t, not anymore.

When you’re pushed away, thrown in the trash, like I was, you kinda get over someone with a quickness.

So prom, what a lovely event. I went with Isabel as a friend. While I wish I could have given her the prom she deserved I couldn’t and didn’t.

Liz and Max were locked in battle and both of their hearts were breaking. I wanted to go to her, sweep her away like some prince charming. Tell her that although I wasn’t an alien king, I could still give her everything she need. Love, stability, security.

I decdied that the time wasn’t know, my opportunity had went away, slipped though my fingers, disappeared. I was going to let them hash what ever it was out, but then I realized that I had to tell her how I felt, had to make her understand or I would never forgive myself.

I went to her. Found her getting ready to run, hide, escape to who knows where. I didn’t know why she was leaving, but I knew that I would be there for her. Like all those times before and like all the times to come.

She was having a breakdown. The only things I could understand was that Max kissed Tess.

I was pissed, pissed that he had done that to her, which was hypocritical considering I had left Isabel at the prom, by herself.

I was happy too. Elated, ecstatic, overjoyed. I knew this was the time, this was my move. This was going to determine and define our relationship.

But, once again, I put my best friend hat back on.

This wasn’t the time to tell her of my feelings. To tell her my love for her. So I did my best friend duty.

She clamed down and we talked. Talked about everything and nothing. And then she dropped the bomb.

She loved me.

At that second I heard a choir sing. The earth moved. My world became complete.

She jumped me before I had the chance to respond, before I could tell her that she had just made my lifetime, that she had made everything in world more colorful, more wonderful she jumped me.

Maybe I should have thought before I let things get too far. Maybe I should have seen that this could be used against me to harm Max. But I wanted to be happy, wanted to have one night of bliss. One night of wonderful with her.

Before I could blink clothes were gone. Scattered all over my floor. Clothes, her prom dress that was now a winked mess, my tux that would have to be returned, sprinkled everywhere.

Her tight walls squeezing me, hugging me, fitting to me, where all I could feel. Her sweet moans and sighs and screams where what I heard.

I didn’t rush; I didn’t want to forget anything. We were together, riding on a sea of serine feelings. Lost in each other.

It was over, yet was just the begging of Liz and Alex, not best friends, but lovers. We were something more.

No more longing glances, yearning desires. We were together.

Liz and Max may be soulmates.

But I can live with that.

How you ask?

It’s simple, because I’m her everything.

Max may be able to see her soul, literally, but I can see it when I look into her eyes.

They may have a connection, but so do she and I, without the use of alien powers.

I am her something more, something better.

This is the story of Elizabeth Parker and Alex Withman.

And this is the ending of an amazing discovery and the start of an incredible journey.
Last edited by Get Over It on Tue Jul 12, 2005 12:34 am, edited 3 times in total.
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