Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 2:53 am
Thanks for the feedback, glad you're all still enjoying this story - not long left to go now 
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begonia9508 - It would have been easy to have them become physical during the trip, but it's not like they're strangers - they would have had to deal wih that when they got home .
txndreamer06 - You know, they may not need to hide from everybody .
jbangelo - Thanks . You're right, no matter how hard they try to hide it, Maria's gonna know something's different between them .
Erina - Yeah, they can't take thier eyes off each other
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dreamer destiny - Good old Maria! The trip may be over, but Max and Liz definitely aren't .
clueless - Thanks. And maybe they won't need to hide from everyone!
Roswell 10/2/00 - Thanks . Sorry, still haven't got the photos sorted yet 
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Gater101 -
youre my dreamgirl - Maybe they don't think they're being obvious, but people are gonna know something's up . I know what you mean, I can barely understand my brother on the phone - it's a series of 'Yeah's' and grunts!
roswell3053 - Thanks.
janesdilemma -
anonymousarfan - Yep, they're not gonna be able to hide it for long !
lazza - I don't know which song either. Don't worry, they will get around to it eventually (just not quite yet).
Part Thirty-One
As soon as I’m sure that Maria is no longer paying any attention to what I’m doing, I sneak out the back door and up the stairs to my apartment. As I approach my bedroom, I notice that the door is open. I can hear Max and my mom talking inside. Unable to help myself, I stop just before the doorway and eavesdrop on their conversation. I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t do it; I’ve never listened in on their conversations before, but this time its different. Now Max is talking to my mom as more than my childhood best friend. He’s speaking to her as my boyfriend (I know what you’re thinking, but the fact that she doesn’t know that yet is irrelevant here, alright?).
“So, I take it you two had a great time then, Max?” my mom questions casually.
“Yeah, we really did,” he replies, his smile evident in his voice. “And we got to see so much more of the country than I ever thought we would.”
“So, Lizzie didn’t drive you completely round the bend with her crazy ideas, I take it?”
Oh, Mom…please don’t go there!
“Not at all,” he replies, but there’s something else in his voice, something that tells me he’s trying not to laugh.
Bastard!
“Uh huh?” she doesn’t sound convinced either.
“Honest, Mrs. P,” he claims with a small laugh and I roll my eyes “I mean it; Liz was great company. I can’t imagine anyone better to spend my summer vacation with.”
Aww…He’s so sweet.
“Well, I’m glad you both had a good time. You know, Jeff and I were a little worried about the two of you going away together on your own, especially considering that she’s a girl and you’re a boy. You know, my only saving grace was knowing that you would be safe and sound in separate bedrooms – ”
Shit! Quick, think of something fast so that Max doesn’t have a chance to put his foot in it.
I creep backwards a little way and then make a suitable amount on noise to indicate that I’m just entering the apartment.
“Hey, Mom, Max,” I nod to them, leaning against the doorway. “Thanks for bringing my stuff up. I would have done it myself, but Maria dragged me off to the counter.”
“No problem,” states Max warmly. “But, I’m not helping you unpack it all, so don’t even try,” he warns and I stick my tongue out at him when Mom’s not looking.
“Would you two like something to drink? Tea, perhaps?” my mom offers.
“Tea would be great, thanks, Mrs P,” replies Max.
“Coming right up; Liz, what about you?”
“Oh, nothing for me, thanks, Mom,” I say, as I make eye contact with Max and smile.
She leaves the room and my smile becomes a full-fledged grin as I sidle up to Max, leaning up for a kiss.
“Mmm, I missed you,” I murmur against his lips.
“Liz,” he pulls back, a glint in his eye, “it’s only been about 10 minutes sine we last…”
“I know, but I just can’t help it. You’re so yummy.” Max chuckles and pulls me close. Our lips are on the verge of meeting once again, when my mom’s voice floats in from the kitchen.
“Max, honey, do you take sugar?”
He sighs and rests his forehead against mine for a moment before lifting his head and calling back, “One, please, Mrs P.” He looks down at me again, “Hey, I need to go see my parents. You want to come with me to let them know we’re back? I’m sure they’ll want to see you, too.”
“Sure,” I grin. “I’d love to.”
“Okay, cool, we’ll go right after I’ve drunk my tea and your mom’s grilled us about everything we saw.”
I groan. It was almost too close for comfort when my mom started talking about separate bedrooms earlier. And I still need to talk to Max about what were going to do.
“Max, there’s something we need to – ”
“Max, your tea’s ready.”
Damn my mother for interrupting!
I guess I’ll just have to tell him about Maria on the way to see his parents.
***
“Max?” I question as he starts the engine and pulls the jeep out onto the street.
“Yeah?” he responds, checking over his shoulder for traffic.
“Maria knows.” Oops, that was a bit blunt, wasn’t it?
He frowns. “Maria knows what?”
“About us,” I tell him. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t say anything to her; she just guessed.”
“Okay. So...” he trails off.
“So, I didn’t tell her anything; but we do need to work out what we’re going to say when she asks about it again.”
He nods. “What do you want to do?” he asks me then.
“I don’t know; I mean I don’t want to keep this from everyone, but on the other hand, I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with our parents knowing. Especially considering what my mom said earlier – ” I stop. Shit, now he’s gonna know I was eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles. “I thought I was gonna die right there!”
I’m stunned. He’s just completely brushed off my last comment. Maybe he hasn’t realised what I’m talking about.
“Huh…”
He glances over at me, but I’m so busy being confused that I don’t really pay much attention to it.
“Come on, Liz,” he chuckles again. “You don’t think I didn’t know you were listening outside the door when I was talking to your mom, do you?”
“But I…I didn’t mean…how did you know?”
“I don’t know, I just always seem to know when you’re around…it’s like this radar or something; my body just reacts to your presence, I guess.”
“Eww, Max! That’s disgusting.” I screw my nose up at the thought of Max’s ‘radar’ telling him when I’m nearby.
“Disgusting? What?” He looks taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes widen in understanding. “Oh God, Liz; I didn’t mean that. That would just be weird. I just meant that when you’re around, my skin gets all tingly and warm. It’s nice.”
Oh. Oops.
“Oh,” I breathe and then send him an apologetic smile and a shrug, “Sorry.”
He just smiles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the road.
I relax back in my seat as he drives, but barely two minutes later, I realise that we didn’t actually decided what to do.
“So, about what we’re telling people about us…” I start.
“Yeah?”
“I think maybe we should tell our friends, but not say anything to our parents just yet; especially mine. I hate to think what my mom would say if she found out we were actually sharing a bed.”
“Okay, that sounds fair enough,” he nods thoughtfully. Then he smirks, “At least that way, I won’t have to worry about keeping my hands off you all the time.”
“Oh, ha ha,” I smack his arm lightly; but I can’t help the warmth that floods my cheeks when he says that.
***
“Max! Liz! You’re back!” exclaims Max’s mom, as she opens the front door to us and engulfs us both in a hug.
“Yep, here we are,” Max grins, when she finally decides to release us from her grip.
“So, did you two have a great time? Come on in, both of you. I want to hear all about it,” she smiles and holds the door open for us to enter the house. “You know, it’s been so lonely here for me these past few weeks. Isabel’s in California, you’ve been all over the country and you father’s at work all day.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Mom,” Max tells her. “If I’d realised I was leaving you all on your own this summer, I would never have gone.”
“Nonsense,” she waves her hand dismissively as Max drops his bags to the floor and we all take seats in the living room. “I bet you two were off having the time of your lives.”
Max turns to me with a soft smile. “Yeah, we were.”
“Isabel told me that you got up to San Francisco to see her a couple of weeks ago.”
Max is still looking at me and I silently will him not to (his mom is right here), so I answer her instead, “That’s right, we did. It was great seeing her. It sounds like she’s having a great time up there.”
“Yeah, she said the two of you seemed to be having a good time; maybe even more than a good time, in fact,” she said with a small smile.
At that, Max’s looks at me in panic and then snaps his head back to his mom, as I straighten up in my seat. “What do you mean, Mom?”
“It’s okay; Max, Liz, you don’t have to hide it from me. I think it’s great that you two are together now,” she tells us warmly. “You know what? I think it was a long time coming. I’m happy for you.”
“B-But…?” Max stutters, his expression one of shock.
“You don’t mind, Mrs Evans?” I ask and she shakes her head. “But, how did you know?”
“Better yet, how did Isabel know?” Max cuts in before she can reply.
“Well, you know, a mother can sense these things. I’ve always known there was something special between the both of you; it was only a matter of time,” she tells us. I can feel my face heating up. All this time and we didn’t know it ourselves? “As for Isabel; well, I guess you weren’t as subtle as you thought, Max,” she smiles.
“Oh my God,” he groans, leaning back against the couch and running a hand down his face. “You’re not gonna tell Dad, are you? Or the Parker’s? They don’t exactly – ”
“Don’t worry, Max, your secret’s safe with me – for now. But just one thing; you are being careful, aren’t you? I know you’ve just spent a lot of time together and I know how crazy hormones can be when you’re young, I just want to make sure – ”
“Mom! Please!” Max cries suddenly, making me jump (although, I’m just as embarrassed here). “Look, Liz and I aren’t…we haven’t…I mean…”
“It’s okay, Max, I understand,” she stops him before he can say anything else. “Just keep what I said in mind, okay?”
“Okay,” we both manage, before Max suddenly grabs my hand and his bags and making a quick excuse to his mom, he pulls me out of there and up to his room.
“Oh. My God,” he breathes, as he ushers me into the room and shuts the door, leaning against it heavily. “I can’t believe…”
“I know, me neither.”
“Well, I guess that’s one parent we don’t have to worry about,” he sighs, pulling me into his arms.
I bury my face in his shirt, my cheeks still flaming from the incident downstairs.
“Oh my God,” he mumbles again, this time against my hair. “I can’t believe my mother.”
TBC…
Again, no pics - sorry, I've only just got up and still haven't got round to sorting them out. But, I promise there will be some photos of Roswell soon.
:begonia9508 - It would have been easy to have them become physical during the trip, but it's not like they're strangers - they would have had to deal wih that when they got home
.txndreamer06 - You know, they may not need to hide from everybody
.jbangelo - Thanks
. You're right, no matter how hard they try to hide it, Maria's gonna know something's different between them .Erina - Yeah, they can't take thier eyes off each other
!dreamer destiny - Good old Maria! The trip may be over, but Max and Liz definitely aren't
.clueless - Thanks
. And maybe they won't need to hide from everyone!Roswell 10/2/00 - Thanks
. Sorry, still haven't got the photos sorted yet .Gater101 -
youre my dreamgirl - Maybe they don't think they're being obvious, but people are gonna know something's up
. I know what you mean, I can barely understand my brother on the phone - it's a series of 'Yeah's' and grunts!roswell3053 - Thanks
. janesdilemma -
anonymousarfan - Yep, they're not gonna be able to hide it for long
!lazza - I don't know which song either
. Don't worry, they will get around to it eventually (just not quite yet).Part Thirty-One
As soon as I’m sure that Maria is no longer paying any attention to what I’m doing, I sneak out the back door and up the stairs to my apartment. As I approach my bedroom, I notice that the door is open. I can hear Max and my mom talking inside. Unable to help myself, I stop just before the doorway and eavesdrop on their conversation. I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t do it; I’ve never listened in on their conversations before, but this time its different. Now Max is talking to my mom as more than my childhood best friend. He’s speaking to her as my boyfriend (I know what you’re thinking, but the fact that she doesn’t know that yet is irrelevant here, alright?).
“So, I take it you two had a great time then, Max?” my mom questions casually.
“Yeah, we really did,” he replies, his smile evident in his voice. “And we got to see so much more of the country than I ever thought we would.”
“So, Lizzie didn’t drive you completely round the bend with her crazy ideas, I take it?”
Oh, Mom…please don’t go there!
“Not at all,” he replies, but there’s something else in his voice, something that tells me he’s trying not to laugh.
Bastard!
“Uh huh?” she doesn’t sound convinced either.
“Honest, Mrs. P,” he claims with a small laugh and I roll my eyes “I mean it; Liz was great company. I can’t imagine anyone better to spend my summer vacation with.”
Aww…He’s so sweet.
“Well, I’m glad you both had a good time. You know, Jeff and I were a little worried about the two of you going away together on your own, especially considering that she’s a girl and you’re a boy. You know, my only saving grace was knowing that you would be safe and sound in separate bedrooms – ”
Shit! Quick, think of something fast so that Max doesn’t have a chance to put his foot in it.
I creep backwards a little way and then make a suitable amount on noise to indicate that I’m just entering the apartment.
“Hey, Mom, Max,” I nod to them, leaning against the doorway. “Thanks for bringing my stuff up. I would have done it myself, but Maria dragged me off to the counter.”
“No problem,” states Max warmly. “But, I’m not helping you unpack it all, so don’t even try,” he warns and I stick my tongue out at him when Mom’s not looking.
“Would you two like something to drink? Tea, perhaps?” my mom offers.
“Tea would be great, thanks, Mrs P,” replies Max.
“Coming right up; Liz, what about you?”
“Oh, nothing for me, thanks, Mom,” I say, as I make eye contact with Max and smile.
She leaves the room and my smile becomes a full-fledged grin as I sidle up to Max, leaning up for a kiss.
“Mmm, I missed you,” I murmur against his lips.
“Liz,” he pulls back, a glint in his eye, “it’s only been about 10 minutes sine we last…”
“I know, but I just can’t help it. You’re so yummy.” Max chuckles and pulls me close. Our lips are on the verge of meeting once again, when my mom’s voice floats in from the kitchen.
“Max, honey, do you take sugar?”
He sighs and rests his forehead against mine for a moment before lifting his head and calling back, “One, please, Mrs P.” He looks down at me again, “Hey, I need to go see my parents. You want to come with me to let them know we’re back? I’m sure they’ll want to see you, too.”
“Sure,” I grin. “I’d love to.”
“Okay, cool, we’ll go right after I’ve drunk my tea and your mom’s grilled us about everything we saw.”
I groan. It was almost too close for comfort when my mom started talking about separate bedrooms earlier. And I still need to talk to Max about what were going to do.
“Max, there’s something we need to – ”
“Max, your tea’s ready.”
Damn my mother for interrupting!
I guess I’ll just have to tell him about Maria on the way to see his parents.
***
“Max?” I question as he starts the engine and pulls the jeep out onto the street.
“Yeah?” he responds, checking over his shoulder for traffic.
“Maria knows.” Oops, that was a bit blunt, wasn’t it?
He frowns. “Maria knows what?”
“About us,” I tell him. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t say anything to her; she just guessed.”
“Okay. So...” he trails off.
“So, I didn’t tell her anything; but we do need to work out what we’re going to say when she asks about it again.”
He nods. “What do you want to do?” he asks me then.
“I don’t know; I mean I don’t want to keep this from everyone, but on the other hand, I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with our parents knowing. Especially considering what my mom said earlier – ” I stop. Shit, now he’s gonna know I was eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles. “I thought I was gonna die right there!”
I’m stunned. He’s just completely brushed off my last comment. Maybe he hasn’t realised what I’m talking about.
“Huh…”
He glances over at me, but I’m so busy being confused that I don’t really pay much attention to it.
“Come on, Liz,” he chuckles again. “You don’t think I didn’t know you were listening outside the door when I was talking to your mom, do you?”
“But I…I didn’t mean…how did you know?”
“I don’t know, I just always seem to know when you’re around…it’s like this radar or something; my body just reacts to your presence, I guess.”
“Eww, Max! That’s disgusting.” I screw my nose up at the thought of Max’s ‘radar’ telling him when I’m nearby.
“Disgusting? What?” He looks taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes widen in understanding. “Oh God, Liz; I didn’t mean that. That would just be weird. I just meant that when you’re around, my skin gets all tingly and warm. It’s nice.”
Oh. Oops.
“Oh,” I breathe and then send him an apologetic smile and a shrug, “Sorry.”
He just smiles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the road.
I relax back in my seat as he drives, but barely two minutes later, I realise that we didn’t actually decided what to do.
“So, about what we’re telling people about us…” I start.
“Yeah?”
“I think maybe we should tell our friends, but not say anything to our parents just yet; especially mine. I hate to think what my mom would say if she found out we were actually sharing a bed.”
“Okay, that sounds fair enough,” he nods thoughtfully. Then he smirks, “At least that way, I won’t have to worry about keeping my hands off you all the time.”
“Oh, ha ha,” I smack his arm lightly; but I can’t help the warmth that floods my cheeks when he says that.
***
“Max! Liz! You’re back!” exclaims Max’s mom, as she opens the front door to us and engulfs us both in a hug.
“Yep, here we are,” Max grins, when she finally decides to release us from her grip.
“So, did you two have a great time? Come on in, both of you. I want to hear all about it,” she smiles and holds the door open for us to enter the house. “You know, it’s been so lonely here for me these past few weeks. Isabel’s in California, you’ve been all over the country and you father’s at work all day.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Mom,” Max tells her. “If I’d realised I was leaving you all on your own this summer, I would never have gone.”
“Nonsense,” she waves her hand dismissively as Max drops his bags to the floor and we all take seats in the living room. “I bet you two were off having the time of your lives.”
Max turns to me with a soft smile. “Yeah, we were.”
“Isabel told me that you got up to San Francisco to see her a couple of weeks ago.”
Max is still looking at me and I silently will him not to (his mom is right here), so I answer her instead, “That’s right, we did. It was great seeing her. It sounds like she’s having a great time up there.”
“Yeah, she said the two of you seemed to be having a good time; maybe even more than a good time, in fact,” she said with a small smile.
At that, Max’s looks at me in panic and then snaps his head back to his mom, as I straighten up in my seat. “What do you mean, Mom?”
“It’s okay; Max, Liz, you don’t have to hide it from me. I think it’s great that you two are together now,” she tells us warmly. “You know what? I think it was a long time coming. I’m happy for you.”
“B-But…?” Max stutters, his expression one of shock.
“You don’t mind, Mrs Evans?” I ask and she shakes her head. “But, how did you know?”
“Better yet, how did Isabel know?” Max cuts in before she can reply.
“Well, you know, a mother can sense these things. I’ve always known there was something special between the both of you; it was only a matter of time,” she tells us. I can feel my face heating up. All this time and we didn’t know it ourselves? “As for Isabel; well, I guess you weren’t as subtle as you thought, Max,” she smiles.
“Oh my God,” he groans, leaning back against the couch and running a hand down his face. “You’re not gonna tell Dad, are you? Or the Parker’s? They don’t exactly – ”
“Don’t worry, Max, your secret’s safe with me – for now. But just one thing; you are being careful, aren’t you? I know you’ve just spent a lot of time together and I know how crazy hormones can be when you’re young, I just want to make sure – ”
“Mom! Please!” Max cries suddenly, making me jump (although, I’m just as embarrassed here). “Look, Liz and I aren’t…we haven’t…I mean…”
“It’s okay, Max, I understand,” she stops him before he can say anything else. “Just keep what I said in mind, okay?”
“Okay,” we both manage, before Max suddenly grabs my hand and his bags and making a quick excuse to his mom, he pulls me out of there and up to his room.
“Oh. My God,” he breathes, as he ushers me into the room and shuts the door, leaning against it heavily. “I can’t believe…”
“I know, me neither.”
“Well, I guess that’s one parent we don’t have to worry about,” he sighs, pulling me into his arms.
I bury my face in his shirt, my cheeks still flaming from the incident downstairs.
“Oh my God,” he mumbles again, this time against my hair. “I can’t believe my mother.”
TBC…
Again, no pics - sorry, I've only just got up and still haven't got round to sorting them out. But, I promise there will be some photos of Roswell soon
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