Tittle:. All fine and dandy.
Summary : This is another one of those friend fic where Max and Liz really like each other but can’t get there act together.
Rating : teen/ mature
Couple: M/L
Disclaimer: Do not own Roswell in anyway shape of form
Note: ok this is my first fic in a couple of years just a fluff flick. Also this is my first pov fic so please if you have any advice for me let me know.

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I would like to say a big thanks to Bordersinsanity for betaing this part for me, however I am looking for a beta on a more permanent basis if anyone can help me let me know.
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*PART ONE*
“Liz, oh my god what happened to you?” my mother screeches as she comes out of the kitchen with a look of mock surprise on her face.
You see I’m standing in the doorway covered in mud, dirt, clay and any other stuff you generally find on the ground. I’m cold and above all else I smell really, really bad.
“Oh bunny what on earth happened to you?” she repeats again starting to walk towards me when she gets a whiff off me. “Liz, seriously you stink?”
“Gee thanks mom I love you too and for your information the mud decided I looked mighty tasty and wanted a piece of my ass.” I say with an eye roll. You would think my mom would care. Right?
“Liz watch your language.” She voices looking horrified.
“Hey mom.” my brother Kyle says breezing past me into the room. “You should have seen it .It was priceless. One minute she was standing there the next thing we know she was face down in the mud.” He exclaims and to add to my discomfort he can barely keep from laughing.
And to my dismay he’s not the only one; all my friends have now reached the doorway and are laughing at me too.
Note to self: get new friends.
So anyway I just want to go to my room have a shower change my clothes and burn my old ones. I go to take a step when I’m stopped by a very threatening cry from my mother.
“Elizabeth Parker where do you think you are going?” She has now gone from a look that could be described as amusing to one of utter anger.
With the hands on the hips and the tapping of the foot and all.
Ok can anyone else say drama queen?
I think that’s who I get it from. “What? I’m going to my room for a shower where do you think I’m going.” I yell. Like hello I stink.
Do I have two heads or something because the look I’m getting.
“Do you really think I am letting you walk though this house on my lovely new carpet like that?” it was more a statement than a question.
Well to be honest I hadn’t really thought of it. I had only thought as far as dry and warm.
“Now turn around and go out the way you came in you can go to the back of the house and have a shower in the boy’s bathroom in the laundry.” she utters leaving no room for argument.
“But mum.” I wine I really don’t want to go there, the boy’s bathroom sucks it’s where Mum banished Kyle and Dad years ago. She can’t really expect me to shower there does she?
Well by the look I’m getting I think she dose.
And with that I’m dismissed and she has now turned into the perfect host ushering everyone in and me out.
So here I am now on the deck with a closed door in my face “Well this sucks.” I mumble to myself dragging my ass around to the back door. I just want this day to be over.
What a great start to the rest of my life
You see this was not how today was supposed to go; it is the first day of the rest of my life. School is out. We can now do what we like when we like. I was going to sleep till ten get up and do absolutely nothing all day. It would have been perfect.
But no instead I get dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn to do what? I hear you. Ask.
Fishing, yes you heard correct fishing.
Like hello, what in gods name made everyone think fishing would be a great idea?
This has by far been the worst day of my life, bar none.
This is worse than the time I vomited all over myself after getting too drunk at a party.
Shall I tell you why, first off the boat was trying to kill me. I slipped trying to get into the blasted thing and now I have a really sore knee, second thanks to Michael I got a fishing hook stuck in my hair. Third I was the only one who didn’t catch one single fish. Forth I had to sit there watching all my friend make lovely dovey faces at each other and what you could call the icing on the cake was the fact when it came to get off the horrid excuse of a boat I tripped on a stray piece of rope and fell flat on my face into a big pile of mud
Welcome to shit creek, sorry but were all out of paddles.
And to make matters worse as you heard I can’t even have a shower in my own bathroom I have been banished to the shower in the laundry “what have I done to deserve this ?” I ask out loud to no one.
Hopping in the shower I must say the warm water does work magic on my bad mood I can partly feel the bad day washing off me and going down the drain with all the mud and crap that was caked onto my skin and hair.
Slipping out of the shower and putting a clean towel around me I can hear all my friends tell my mum and dad about the day, all at my expense of course “Ï really need new friends.” I complain.
“What was that?” I hear my best friend, Maria, asking as she pokes her head around the door.
“Ï said I need new friends.” I repeat “you guys don’t need to go on and on about my sudden fight with gravity like it was the most funniest thing in the world.”
“You are kidding right, can you honestly tell me that if it had been anyone else that had fallen over and got stuck in the mud that you wouldn’t have laughed.” she asks crossing her arms with a knowing look
Well she does have a good point. I would have died laughing if it had been anyone else but that’s not the point, it wasn’t anyone else, it was me.
“Well anyway.” she carries on “we are all leaving now and are going to meet you and Kyle at the Crashdown in about a hour. And can you please.” she begs. “Bring the Liz that doesn’t have her head up her ass ok.” She adds turning to leave before I can get a word in edge ways.
Well that was just rude.
I wait in the bathroom till I hear that everyone has gone before going to my room to get dressed for another night of sitting at the Crashdown doing nothing at all.
Not that I mind that. Really it’s just all we ever seem to do. Ever since I can remember that’s what we have done apart from the causal party or football game our weekends are spent sitting in the café my parents own doing well nothing.
And I’m sick of it. I promise to myself right then and there that the only thing that will make me feel any better tonight is doing something, anything as long as it doesn’t involve the Crashdown café.
Please let me know what you think should I continue.