Authors: Sweetbrowneyes a.k.a Tiffany
Category: M/L
Rating: MATURE
Disclaimer: Nothing is in my possession
Summary: Best friends since birth, Max and Liz deal with their growing attraction for each other during their last year of high school. Through breakups and makeups, can they find true love with each other?
A/N: I know, another best friend fic. But I love these things and I hope you do too. On a serious note, there's going to be interracial dating and some racial slurs later on so I'm warning now. If you're easily offened then this isn't the fic for you.
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It's goregous.<center>Chapter 1</center>
Liz rolled her eyes as Brett’s hands leisurely wandered over her stomach, his fingers playing dangerously at the low cut neckline of her dress.
“Brett…” She bit back a groan of annoyance when his hands rested on her breasts. Again.
She had no idea why she had let him talk her into coming out here, in the backseat of his Mustang, when she knew that “talking” was the last thing on his mind.
“Brett, slow down.” She pushed at his chest, hoping to stop his busy lips against her neck. She had lost count on how many times she had told him that she wasn’t ready to go this far yet.
Grasping at his shoulders, she forcibly pushed all of his 210 pounds to the floor with a low grunt.
Ignoring his curses of pain, Liz smoothed the front of her dress, shooting him irritated glares in the process. “Did I not just tell you I wasn’t ready for that?”
He emitted a snort as he pushed himself off the floor. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
She let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Excuse me?”
He ran a lone finger down her bare arm, his green eyes twinkling in mischief. “Come on Lizzie. You know what everyone’s saying…”
“No. What are they saying?” She crossed her arms over her chest, looking on expectantly.
“You know…” he drawled as he nudged her with his elbow. She arched her brow quizzically, while Brett grinned erratically, wondering if she really was that naïve. “About... doing… it.” He was inching closer as he finished, waiting until Liz finally got what he was implying.
She leaned away from him in disgust when she realized, knowing that if she was going to go all the way with somebody Brett was the last person she’d do it with.
“What? But we haven’t done… it. Why would people just assume…”
“Lizzie, people talk. Whenever two people get together they automatically assume that there’s something going on.”
She frowned, her brown gaze suspicious as he snaked his arm around her shoulders. “What does it matter Liz? We can’t let them go on thinking that nothing’s happening. I have a rep.” His eyes still twinkling, he looked at her expectantly.
“Your rep!” she shrieked. She couldn’t believe his gall. “Brett, what about what I want?! I thought you cared about me.”
“I do baby. But… if you love me then you’d trust me enough to do this with me.”
Her jaw slackened, her brain not quite sure that she caught what he’d said right.
“Love! Who said anything about love? I just barely put up with you and you…,” She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She wasn’t about to go through this over him. “Just forget it. I wouldn’t put it past you to spread the rumors about us supposedly sleeping together,” she said as she searched the floor for her shoes.
His eyes dropped guiltily. “Baby, I…”
His sorry excuse for an apology was cut short when her hand caught the side of his face. “We are so completely through.”
With that, she grabbed her heels and purse and crawled out of the car, ignoring his pathetic pleading as she padded across the parking lot in her stockings in search of the only person who could give her comfort.
*********
Max had never in his life wanted to hit a girl as much as he wanted to smack his girlfriend now. Or better yet… his ex girlfriend.
He had tolerated her for weeks only to find out that she had been cheating the whole time. If it hadn’t been for the one too many cups of spiked punch and a slip of the tongue he would’ve never known.
He couldn’t put his finger on why he was so shocked that she had cheated. He had heard that she got around before they started dating. And once the initial shock wore off, Max actually felt relived. He had been looking for a way out of her clingy claws and now he got it. He could focus on the one girl he‘d had his eye on for awhile.
Max wandered back into the gym. Homecoming was in full swing now and despite the fact that he had broken up with his girlfriend, it hadn’t turned out that bad.
He spotted Michael and Maria, looking a little too cozy at their table. Smirking at the picture they made, Max made his way over and rudely stepped between them.
“Hey guys. How’s it going?” Amused by Maria’s attempt to act as if nothing was going on, he ignored Michael’s annoyed glare and pulled up a seat.
“Hey Max. What happened to Jessica? I thought you two were dancing?” Maria queried as she smoothed back her hair. It was obvious that she and Michael were up to something, but Max decided not to question it right now.
His face twisted in a dour expression. “We were but…”
“Oh please tell me you broke up with that hag.”
“I did,” he quickly held up his hand, stopping the onslaught of questions he knew Maria was about to spew. “But I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Michael grunted as he fiddled with the tie the girls made him wear. It looked out of place on him. “’Bout damn time Max. Did you know she was cheating?”
“How’d you know?”
He shrugged. “I saw her with Stephen Hunter in the boys’ bathroom a while ago. You left with her before I could tell you. Sorry man.” He clapped a heavy hand over Max’s shoulder in sympathy.
Not wanting to talk of his former girlfriend, Max glanced around the stuffy room, looking for the familiar faces of his other friends. “Where’s everyone?”
Michael shrugged, a look of complete boredom overcoming his features. “Tess is with Alex and the DJ and Liz went somewhere with Brett.”
Max opened his mouth to churn out a nasty remark about Brett Nelson, but the sight of his best friend stomping towards him, her heels in hand stopped him short. He blew out a sigh of relief. He hated it when she was around Brett. He didn’t like the way he treated her and in his eyes, Liz deserved better.
“Hey where’s lover boy?” He received a grunt in response before she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd. He followed her without complaint as she pulled him into the hallway.
She turned and faced him. “What?”
Max shrugged. “What do you mean ‘what’? You pulled me out here.”
“I know.” She ran a hand through her hair, disturbing the bouncy curls Tess spent an hour doing.
It was then that he noticed the haphazard way she wore her dress, her disheveled hair and makeup and the distressed look on her face.
It didn’t take him long to draw his own conclusion.
“Did that bastard do something to you? I’ll fucking kill him. Where is he?” Liz smiled as he growled. Although he could be annoying with his overprotective ways, it was nice knowing that he always had her back.
“Max, will you stop being a macho man for a second? You can bash Brett’s face in later.”
“Promise?” When her eyes welled up with tears, he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close, cursing her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend all the while singing his praise for finally screwing up. By the looks of Liz, Brett was finally long gone and Max couldn’t be happier.
“I’ll take you home.”
Liz nodded and let him guide the way. And she wondered why she couldn’t find a guy that treated her like Max did.
***********
“I see London. I see France. I see Liz’s pretty red underpants.”
Squealing in horror, Liz scrambled off the ragged ladder embedded in the tree’s bark and frantically tugged at the hem of her short dress.
“Max, you are a complete ass!” Her little fists beat at his arms as he buckled in laughter.
“What?” He managed to get a hold of his hands, halting her attack on his bicep. “It was your idea to come out here. Plus it’s not everyday I get to see a pretty girl’s thong.”
He received a glare and sharp shove in response. “You stand ten feet back until I’m fully inside the tree house Max Evans or I swear…”
“You’ll rip my balls off. I know, I know.” He rolled his eyes in mock boredom. He had been threatened with that statement for so long that it didn’t scare him nearly as much as it used to. Even so, he obediently stepped back and let her climb in peace.
She started her ascend to the elaborate tree house, perched in two levels in the tree’s sturdy branches. She remembered when the tree house was first built when they were five. Then, to her and Max, it was their escape.
“Where’s your parents Max?”
Max sighed, his arms folding impatiently across his chest. “Dad’s gone to some thing in Albuquerque and Mom so trustingly left me all alone and is visiting Aunt Olivia.”
She cursed when she heard the distinct sound of her dress tearing and stopped halfway up to assess the damage. She’d have to get Maria to sew it before her mother saw it.
While waiting for her to climb the tree, Max headed into the garage. Figuring he and Liz would need something to drown their sorrows, he got a few bottles of beer from the small refrigerator his father thought was hidden from him.
When he returned, Liz was still pouting over the tear in her dress. His patience gone, Max cupped her butt in his hands and pushed her up the rest of the way. “Jesus, Liz. I forgot how much of a wussy girl you are.”
“Yeah Max,” she spat as she righted herself, “The fact that I have on a dress and heels in no way inhibits my tree climbing ability.”
Max ignored her sarcasm and started up the ladder. “When was the last time we came up here?” she asked as he handed her a beer.
Max shrugged as she glanced around the small room; everything was as he had left it. He smiled when he saw his Spiderman sleeping bag lying in the corner next to Liz’s Barbie one. Again he wondered how he ever became best friends with a girl.
“Oh! Look what I found!” She squealed and held up a dusty container of Legos. “I haven’t seen these in years.”
Max rolled his eyes as she dumped the container’s entire contents onto the floor.
“Stop looking at me like I’m crazy,” she laughed as she began to construct a tower. “You know you want to play,” she taunted as she dangled a Lego in his face. Max snorted, though he popped open his beer and began to create his own building anyway.
They worked together effortlessly in silence and before long they both had a light buzz as they finished building with the last of the Legos.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me what happened with pretty boy?” Max had been waiting patiently, knowing that she’d tell him when she was ready, but he couldn’t wait to find out if the bastard was done screwing over his best friend.
Liz tossed her head back and gulped down another mouthful of her drink. “He keeps pressuring me for sex and I’m just not ready for that. I broke up with him.”
“Good,” Max hiccupped. Looking to increase his buzz, he opened another bottle. “He’s no good and you shouldna been with him in the first place Liz.”
Liz poked her finger through the hole in her dress and downed another gulp. “I know, but I just… he was so cute and I didn’t know he was such an asshole.”
Max bobbed his head in a shaky nod. “Yes, but this is like the fiftieth time that you two called it quits. He’s no good for you. Just like Jessica was no good for me.”
“Was?” She perked up. “You two broke up?”
He shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
Though she was excited that he was finally free from that witch, Liz nodded. She’d get the details later.
“We’re talking about you now.” He hiccupped, spit out a spurt of laughter, and then knocked back another swig.
Her soft giggle filled the room as she turned to face him. “You’re drunk,” she snickered, her own glazed eyes sparkling in mirth.
He tugged on his tie, loosening the knot. “I am not.”
She squinted in suspicion. “Say aluminum.”
His mouth formed a small “o” as he frowned in concentration. “Alu… alumin… alunamin.” At his proud grin, she burst into laughter.
“You’re drunk.”
His eyes drifted from her face, down her smooth neck to the small amount of cleavage she was showing. He frowned. “When did you get boobs?”
Her head dropped until her nose was practically buried in her chest. “I’ve had them since I was eleven.”
“I don’t remember you getting em.”
“You’ve known me since birth, you shoulda noticed them.”
“How have I known you since birth?” he snorted. “That’s impossible. Do you actually remember the exact day you were born and met me?”
She pouted as she tried to remember. “No.”
“Well then… Hey. What do they feel like?”
She frowned, having to squint to see him clearly. “What?”
“Your boobs. What do they feel like?” He stared at her in utter fascination and watched as she cupped herself in her hands. He mimicked her movements against his own chest.
“I dunno. They feel like boobs.” Max nodded, satisfied with her answer as he continued to feel his chest.
“Max?”
“Hmm?”
“How does your penis feel?”
His gaze dropped to the junction of his thighs and he smiled goofily. “Hard.”
Snickering, she stared at the tent in his pants. “I never thought of you with a penis ‘afore.”
“You will in a minute,” he muttered.
He crawled towards her, knocking over the towers they worked so hard on. Liz squealed in horror. “Max! Look at what you did!”
He looked, but then continued to move towards her, not stopping until his lips met hers. Caught by surprise, she stiffened in his embrace, only melting when he stroked her lips as he kissed her thoroughly.
“That’s nice.” He smiled goofily as he caressed her soft cheek. He was pleased that he’d accomplished something he’d wanted to do for the longest time.
“I’m a… I’m through with Brett.” She leaned into his touch. “He’s… do you know he spread rumors about us? He was going around telling people that we were having sex. Which um... which isn’t true. We’re no longer together... you know.”
“He doesn’t deserve you Liz,” he declared. “You two could never have what you and I could. You should’ve been with me all along.”
She nodded though she couldn’t concentrate on a single thing beside his lips. She was overjoyed when he cupped her cheeks and leaned in, this time swiping his tongue against her bottom lip to which Liz eagerly responded.
Something ignited between them and she found herself crawling into his lap, her arms slipping around his neck while his snaked around her waist. There were no long talks, no irrational denial. They both just felt and for that moment, it felt right.
“That was very nice,” he panted.
She agreed, closing her eyes a she leaned her forehead against his. “Question is, will you remember this in the morning?”
“If not, we could always do a repeat.”
Their smiles were bright, both ex boyfriend and girlfriend far from mind.
“I agree.”
TBC………?
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