Roswell Fanatics

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Thank you all soooooooo much for your fb. I loved it all. And i'm glad that your still reading this story, even with my lousy updating scedule and everything. But look, i'm back! yay me!

extingman - The furthest Max and Tess have gone would have been the night at the Valentie's house where she basically attacked him when they were watching the movies.

isabelle - Leaving, who said Max was leaving. Maybe he just wanted a drink

Thank you everyone for your fb. Sorry if this chapters a bit short. I'll try and make it up for you by posting again same tme next week, but dont hold your breath.




<center>Chapter 31</center>



Max kicked the soda machine that was placed outside of the motel room and cursed under his breath when nothing happened. Looking around to make sure no one was going to witness what he was about to do, he placed his hand over the control panel, emitting a light blue glow before the machine shook violently. Cans of soda filled up the bottom slot and Max let a satisfied smile form over his features.


It felt strange to smile for the first time in months. The last time that Max could remember he felt truly happy was at Christmas last year when he and Liz sat huddled together on the cold pillar at Town Square watching the children of Roswell perform the story of Jesus Christ. He may not believe in God, but he believed in Liz, and he even told her so much…


But things could never stay perfect for long and in the end they had to part from each other’s warmth and go home to a lonely bed. Maybe, just maybe if they had stayed there together sitting in the freezing snow and feeling nothing but the others body pressed tightly to theirs… things wouldn’t be how they were now. Maybe Max wouldn’t have to be the one to constantly drag Liz home, he wouldn’t have to convince her that he loved her day after day. Maybe she would believe him.


He bent down to pick up two cans from the slot at the bottom of the machine but collapsed instantly on the ground in pain as his connection with Liz was blown wide open. The cans of soda went rolling across the path and onto the gravel of the parking lot, spurting cola from a puncture hole that occurred when it impacted with the ground.


Pain. All he could feel was so much pain.


Max lay huddled on the ground with his head buried in his hands as he tried to sort through all of the feelings he was having, feelings that didn’t belong to him. His cries of pain went unheard, his mind so full that he had no choice but to block it all. He blocked out all of Liz but the tiniest gap, needing it to make sure she was ok, that she was still there. He stood up on shaky legs, needing to get to her desperately.


He burst through the door of their motel room and looked around frantically for her, noticing the door of the bathroom was still shut. He ran over to it, pulling and twisting the door handle but it wouldn’t open. The door shook with the force he was inflicting but still it remained shut.


“Liz! Liz please! If you can hear me let me know that you’re okay!” Max pleaded in a desperate cry, banging on the door with everything he had when there was no response. Fearing the worst the unrestrained tears streamed down his cheeks.


The pain, there was so much pain that he had felt from her.


He took a shaky step back and extended his palm, taking a deep breath before letting go all of the feeling he had been building up ever since Tess came to Roswell and ruined his life. The wood of the door went flying around the room as tiny little burnt chips and Max had to shield his face with his hand to avoid getting hit. But what he saw when he opened his eyes almost killed him right then and there.


Laying unconscious on the cold tiled floor surrounded by a pool of blood was Liz.


Her head was slumped to the side, her mouth opened and eyes closed. She had one arm lying stretched out across the cold tile floor and the other wrapped around her stomach. She looked so lifeless, covered in crimson blood that slowly trickled from the deep cuts on her wrists onto the red stained floor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she had tried to take her own life, but Max would never let her do that, he would never loose her.


“Liz!” Max screamed, dropping to his knees right next to her. His shaking hands immediately found her face, searching her cold skin for anything, any sign that she was still alive. “Liz please. Please be okay. Liz, wake up, please!” Max called out to her in distress.


He fumbled with his index and middle finger, placing them against her neck in search for a pulse but he couldn’t focus. He couldn’t feel anything other than his blood rapidly rushing around his entire body, the pounding in his head almost unbearable. He violently wiped away the tears that were now streaming down his cheeks, scared to death that she was gone, that Liz was dead and he couldn’t help her.


He leant down over her, turning his head to the side so his ear hovered over her open mouth. He stared down at her chest, noticing the faint rise and fall of her shallow breaths and feeling the warm puffs of air on his ear. She was barely alive.


Without a second thought Max grabbed her arms and moved them in front of him, exposing the slashes across her perfect skin. He placed his bloodied hands over the cuts and closed his eyes, trying to form some sort of connection with Liz. It would be harder now that she was unconscious to form a connection, but he could still feel the trickle of it in the back of his mind, the immense pain it projected before now subsiding for a numbness that sent chills racing down his spine.


He concentrated on bringing it to life, of opening it up so he could see and feel everything about Liz Parker. Flashes raced at him of times they had spent together, of scenes from her life since he had healed her the first time, but he paid them no mind, ignoring all of them, pushing them away until he found the core of her body and soul.


His hands hovering over Liz’s wrists started to glow a bright silvery blue, repairing the damage she inflicted upon herself. Her blood cells worked at an extra rate, dividing and multiplying instantly to make up for the massive lost of blood that would have otherwise killed her. Her skin cells also multiplied, joining the deep slashes and leaving no trace that they were ever there before.


After checking for the tenth time that he hadn’t missed anything Max fell back with a giant gasp, the healing taking so much out of his already waning strength, but he didn’t care. He took one look at Liz’s face, so pale and sick, and broke down into deep sobs. Max knelt over her, lifting up her unconscious body, resting it against his as he crawled over to the shower and slumped against the wall. Reaching one hand up her turned the cold-water knob, the liquid drenching them both instantly.


“Liz…” Max half shielded her body from the spray as he leant over her, crying her name over and over and willing her to wake up. Water tumbled down all over his body, dripping off his chin, his elbows, his knees; mixing with the distilled blood before swirling down the drain.


The water soaked their clothes, washing away any traces of her thick blood and seeping in to awaken the skin, alerting their bodies of the presence of the cold liquid. All the while Max sat with Liz unconscious in his arms, crying her name out in pain and stroking a damp finger down her delicate cheek.


“Liz please, don’t leave me…”


A flutter behind her eyes made all of Max’s sense come alert. When nothing followed he was almost positive that he had imagined it, until a soft moan spilled from her parted lips. “Max…”


“Liz! Liz wake up! Liz!” His cry of fear broke through Liz’s haze, her large brown eyes opening up in small slits. She gazed up at his trembling blue face, feeling her own tears forming as the sight of him.


Liz reached up a shaky hand and cupped his face, feeling him lean into the touch and kiss her palm gently before breaking out in restrained sobs once again. Max crushed her body to his, holding her against him with a vice grip as he cried into her shoulder and her into his.


There they stayed for what seemed like hours, neither wanting to ever let the other go.






TBC...

Hi everyone. I'm glad you enjoying this fic... ok, well enjoying isn't exactly the right word, considering its not exactly a happy fic, but you get my drift.

Just so you all know, the reason for my lack of updating-ness lately is because i just went back to school for the new year, so i kinda have no time to write, and when i do get around to writing its usually on my other two main fics, especially Greener With the Scenery becaue i want to finish it soon. So this fic kinda gets pushed into the background. But i'm still here and i will finish it.

Anyway, thanks for the fb and i hope this will satisfy you until the next update, which will be God knows when. Thanks.


<center>Chapter 32</center>


“Mmm…” Liz mumbled as she snuggled closer into her warm pillow, also known as Max. Her hair and clothes were still wet from the shower so she was wrapped up in at least five different blankets with his warm body surrounding her completely.

Her looked down at her sleeping face and bit his bottom lip, holding back the tears as he thought of how she looked just three hours ago when he found her bleeding to death on the bathroom floor. Max was so frightened when he found her laying there that he was positive he would die right then from a heart attack. If there were one image that remained with him for the rest of his life it would be the horrifying scene that had surrounded him in their cheap motel bathroom.

He couldn’t go on without Liz, as clichéd as that sounded. If Liz didn’t exist anymore, he was soulless, empty, better off dead than spending the rest of his life alone without the only person in this world that made him complete. And unlike most people who confessed their love to each other… Max meant every word of it. There would literally be no reason for him to live unless Liz was there with him.

Max had been so exhausted from healing her cuts that he had no energy left to dry her off. He would have changed her clothes if he thought Liz would let him, but decided that body heat would be the next best thing. Its not like she was suffering from hypothermia, Max just didn’t want her to get sick from the wake up shower he was forced to give her.

Sick. It was too late, Liz was already sick. Not in the flu sense, but in the psychiatric sense. How could she even contemplate the thoughts of cutting her wrists like that? And after careful study of her whilst she had been sleeping he found out that it wasn’t the first time she had done something like that. Liz’s wrists were covered with healing scars and scratches from months of physical torture on her body.

But maybe what stung the most was her weapon of choice. The pocket knife that she had given him for Christmas and he gave it back because of jealousy over her and Kyle, anger and rage that she could hurt him like that, when in the end he just hurt himself more. Max supplied her with the knife, and it was like a stab in the heart to find out how she had out it to good use. Guilt ate at his body and mind, knowing that he caused her to resort to such reckless behaviour.

It was a symbol of Liz’s love for him and the way she was using it to hurt herself tore Max up inside. She was mocking him, knowing that if he ever found out what she was doing to herself it would hurt more than a thousand and one daggers in the heart to know that she was using his knife. Liz had definitely proven her point, gotten revenge and scared the living shit out of Max in the process. He cursed himself again, not for the first time tonight, thinking about how stupid he had been to give her back the knife just to spite her.

Max ran his hand through her wet hair and tried to dry it as much as he could without wiping himself out even more. He needed sleep, he needed to reagin all of his energy but he wouldn’t sleep until he made sure Liz was okay. She was his main priority from now on and nothing could stop him, not even Liz herself.

She mumbled again in her sleep and buried herself further under the blankets and against Max’s warm body. He pulled her tighter against his chest, trying to calm himself down so the dry sobs that were escaping him wouldn’t wake her up. She needed sleep just as much as he did.

He lay there next to her and watched her humbly sleep, wondering what exactly was running through Liz’s mind right now. Was her mind blank, void of anything but the general processes that kept her body alive, or was she imagining her after life, the place she intended to be right now if Max hadn’t saved her for not the first time in his life.

Was Liz imagining puffy clouds and angels floating around with golden harps, surrounded by her lost family and friends, her grandma Claudia and Alex standing out in the crowd? Or was Liz’s version of her after life more sinister, full of fire and hatred; of evilness and guilt?

Liz’s hand curled into a fist, holding tightly onto the warm shirt the adorned Max’s body. His masculine scent filled her nostrils and his warmth sank in through her cold, damp skin, giving off a sense of safety even in her unconscious state. She let out a content sigh and moved her head so it was resting in the crook of Max’s neck; her shallow breathes tingling the skin behind his ear.

Max’s hand moved from its position of running up and down Liz’s side, and he entwined his fingers with the hand that was currently clutching onto his shirt like a lifeline, closing his eyes from the little skin on skin contact that they shared. He breathed a small sigh of relief that he was able to save her in time; that she was actually alive and breathing thanks to the alien powers he was blessed with. Max opened his eyes to study her sleeping face, pale and weak from the day’s events.

Even with the sickly silver hue that covered her skin she still looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He could never get tired of just watching her, from the distance or up close, she was magnificent, truly the most amazing person in his world.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the almost flawless skin of the inside of her wrist, pardoning a few scars from previous attempts at cutting. The same skin that had been severed and punished to no end over the last few weeks, covered in her blood as it stained the floor. Unconsciously Max raised their joint hands up to his face, placing soft, tender kisses all over her skin that now showed no sign of the self inflicted pain.

Max’s entire body shook from the strain of trying to hold back the tears when Liz slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. The pain and sorrow he could see swimming in her brown depths caused his heart to physically ache, knowing that he helped cause it. He knew she was breaking, and yet he did nothing to stop it. Max tried but failed, but he wasn’t strong enough to take all Liz’s pain away.

“Max?” Liz whispered in a husky voice. Her throat burned when she spoke and it felt like she had water in her lungs whenever she tried to take a deep breath. Max couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. As soon as Liz had opened her eyes he let go, the dry sobs turning into full on howling as the tears streamed down his cheeks. She looked up at his beautiful face in bafflement, his cause for crying not having registered in her mind yet.

“Max… your crying.” Liz stated sadly, wiping his tears away with the pad of her thumb as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She knew that he was disappointed in her. She had let down the one person who had ever truly loved her body and soul, and the guilt of her actions ate away at her bit by bit, slowly torturing her mind.

“You’re really here! You’re alive!” Max gasped out in wonder, cupping her face with both of his hands. He bent down and placed a lingering kiss on Liz’s lips, needing to make sure that it wasn’t all in his mind. Their foreheads joined as he caressed her dry lips softly, the first intimate contact they had shared in months and caused by the attempt of someone’s life.

Where did things go wrong between them? When did all the doubt that plagued their thoughts manifest from?

His warm, salty teardrops fell onto Liz’s cheeks and she bit her bottom lip, knowing that crying wouldn’t fix anything. She gazed up into Max’s honey filled eyes and saw his exhaustion mirroring her own.

He rested his head on the pillow next to hers, their face inches apart, gazes lingering and breathes caressing each other as they slowly closed their eyes and slept humbly for hours. They were both so warn out, not only from today but from ever since the entire fiasco started.

It was hard to pinpoint a date exactly of when their lives changed too much to handle, of when things just started to slip out of control. Was it when Alex was killed, or was it when a Max from the future came back in time to change the events that would otherwise end the world? Or maybe it started earlier, before anyone could detect the rift already forming between the two young lovers.

Did the insertion of a petite, curly haired blond sprouting off about Destiny and a king and queen somehow start the chain of events that would lead to this moment? The moment where the two young teens forgot about everything else that existed in this world or the next and for the first time in what seemed like eternity slept comfortably in each other’s arms, where nothing and no one could touch them until they woke in the morning to face the real world.


TBC...

Thanks for your fb everyone and happy Valentines Day.

I wrote a one parter fic called Fade Outincase you're bored and wanna read something.

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<center>Chapter 33</center>

“How are you feeling?” Max asked cautiously as he watched Liz play around with the food on her plate, not eating it, just staring at it. Her only response was a silent shrug of the shoulders, never once looking up across the table to meet his eyes.

She had been like this all morning, ever since they both woke up. Max had been trying to start conversations, attempting to get any response out of her at all, but instead all he got was an expressionless face and a blank stare. He just wanted to grab Liz by the shoulders and shake some life into her, just to see if he would get any response. Max was frustrated with her, with the situation, with his entire life. He just wished her could turn back time and go back to when things between them were perfect, back when life was simple, when all that mattered was the fact that he was an alien boy in love with a human girl, and no one could stop them from being together.

Liz’s chair squeaked across the ground and she pushed it backwards to stand up. Without saying a word she walked over to the double bed in the centre of the motel room and climbed in under the blankets, turning on the television so the low sounds of Sesame Street could be heard.

Max let out a perturbed sigh and scraped all the left over breakfast onto his plate, stacking them neatly on the table and slowly walking over to the far side of the bed. He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Liz, making sure to leave enough space between them so she didn’t feel like he was invading her personal space. They both sat there staring at the screen for a good fifteen minutes, neither actually paying any attention to the Muppets onscreen, both too lost in their own thoughts to focus on the children’s show.

“How long?” Max asked through gritted teeth, the only one daring enough to break the silence. Liz flinched at his tone and sighed internally, knowing full well what he was talking about but refusing to answer him.

“I said how long?” Max asked again, this time his anger evident in his sharp tone. When Liz ignored him again he felt his entire body break, not being able to hold back his antagonism. He clenched and unclenched his fists by his side, the urge to grab her and make her listen to him overwhelming… but he would never hurt Liz. “How long have you been doing that to yourself Liz? Tell me!”

A small tear ran down her cheek when Liz turned to face him, her jaw set and eyes hard. “What do you care? What do any of you care!”

“How can you say that?” Max asked with wide eyes. “How can you even think I don’t care Liz? I have been trying my hardest to move on like you want me to, I’ve tried to be the king or what ever the hell they all want me to be but no matter what my main priority has and always will be you!” He choked out, his voice strangled from the tears trying to escape. “Why wont you just come home, stop all of this bullshit and just come home to Roswell where you belong Liz? Please, you belong with me.”

Liz brought shimmering brown eyes up to meet Max’s wide amber orbs, even through her tears noticing the specks of green and gold that flashed through his irises.

“If you really wanted me to stay in Roswell you would have found me sooner, you would have kept on looking until you found me. Kyle would have told you where I was as soon as he hung up, and you wouldn’t be following me across country Max, you would have already stopped me by using your powers or something.” She confessed quietly.

It took Max a moment to get his bearings. That was why she was doing this, because she thought they didn’t want her in Roswell, all due to the fact that Kyle kept his word and Max wouldn’t abuse her by using force to drag her home? He was more than just frustrated now, he was angry. Angry at himself, angry at Kyle and angry at Liz for thinking such stupid things.

“We never did stop looking for you Liz. At least I didn’t. And Kyle would have told me where you were but that’s how much he loves you Liz, he didn’t betray your trust by telling us. Plus, I think he was a little scared of what you would do to him if he did tell us.” Max said with a small smile playing on his lips. The smile quickly faded as soon as it began and he continued with his speech. “As for me, I would have used my powers if I thought they would stop you, but I know you Liz, I know how strong you are and I know how smart you are, just like I know that if I did try and use my powers you would manage to find some way around them. But, if there’s one thing that I know more than anything it’s that no matter what, you just can’t seem to find a way around me.”

Liz’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish, stunned beyond belief at his words and the truth behind them. He was right. No matter where she went, she just couldn’t’ seem to find her way around him. Max was like a magnetic force, drawing her to him until there was no way of escaping except reversing the electrical current and running for her life… but even that managed to backfire.

The ringing of a cell phone broke through their moment and Max cursed Tess under his breath. She had been ringing him non-stop for the last few days, wanting to know everything that he had been doing. If he had it his own way he would have flushed the piece of junk down the toilet as soon as he dragged Liz off the bus. The only person max had any interest in talking to right now was Liz, and since she was sitting next to him there really was no point in having the phone, but Isabel had made him promise to leave it on in case of an emergency, so he did, choosing to ignore all of Tess’s calls until now.

Max reached out to the nightstand and picked up the offending object, forcefully jabbing the answer button and pulling the phone up to his ear.

“What?” He barked into the phone. There was no need for pleasantries, he already knew who it was.

“Max?” Came a sugary sweet voice laced with hidden lies and deception from the other side of the phone line.

“What the hell do you want Tess, I’m busy?”

“You haven’t been answering your phone. Is everything ok?”

“Just dandy.” He reply, sarcasm dripping off every word.

“When are you coming home?” She whined into the phone, trying her best to sound seductive. Tess was sick and tired of max always having to follow Liz Parker everywhere she went. She was surprised if he didn’t hold the girls hand as she was peeing. The logical side of her brain told her that she was just jealous, wishing that Max would even care about her half as much as he cared about Liz.

Max sighed and looked over to Liz who was now engrossed in Blues Clues. Morning television was pretty minimal. He could tell by the way her shoulders were tense and she wasn’t blinking that Liz was not entirely oblivious to the conversation he was having with Tess on the phone.

“Look Tess, I have to go. Bye.” He suddenly hung up the phone and chucked it across the room, blasting it with his powers in mid air, sending small bits of plastic all over the ground. Liz looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. Max’s only reply this time was to extend his arm towards the television, turning it off without even taking his eyes off Liz’s face. Silence dawned on the room now that there was no soft background noise, no deep hum from the TV to distract Liz from Max. Now she had no choice, she had to pay attention to him.

“Liz look,” Max started, shifting his position on the bed so he was facing her completely. His voice was soft as he spoke, the emotion coursing through every one of his words. “I’m not going to force you to come home. I want you to come home, so much, but I promise you that I would never force you to do something that you didn’t want to do. I-I just need to make sure your safe. I need to be near you Liz. I-I don’t know who I am without you in my life.” He finished with a simple shrug.

Liz sat there staring at her hands resting joined on her lap, biting her bottom lip furiously. She didn’t bother to point out that fact that Max had literally dragged her into the motel room against her own will. She was too focused on his heartfelt words to even care that she didn’t want to be there anymore.

“Just promise me one thing?” Max continued horridly, needing to get all of this out before he lost his nerve. “If you ever decide to run away again, let me know where you are, that way I know your safe. I-I don’t think that I could do all of this not knowing again Liz. You don’t know how scared I was that something had happened to you last time. I-I thought you had been kidnapped or something, or worse… that you were dead. I wont be able to handle going through all of that again.” He whispered painfully. Liz just sat in awe of the man in front of her. He was confessing everything to her because he thought she would run again. The truth was, Liz didn’t think she could handle all of the running and the not knowing a for third time.

“I’ll always love you Liz Parker, and at least i-if I know where you are, I’m not as scared for you, and I can protect you when I need to.”

Max sat there looking at his hands, too afraid to look up and see the anger and hatred he knew he would find in her eyes. Instead he opted for the avoiding eye contact approach, and so far it was working out perfectly for him.

A strangled sob coming from Liz caught his attention immediately, worried amber eyes racing up to meet tear laced wide, chocolate brown ones. “Liz?” He whispered out in worry, watching the tears fall silently down her perfect cheeks. Before he would even stop himself, max reached out a gentle hand and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb, stroking her beautifully soft skin.

“I’m sorry.” Liz whispered, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears. When she opened them again Max’s face was closer to hers, his gaze mobbing from her lips to her eyes and back again. Unconsciously her tongue flew out to moisten her suddenly dry lips, both their hearts beating rapidly in their chests, waiting for the moment… the one moment in months when they both knew they would feel complete.

Max closed his eyes and leant in closer to her, his lips gently grazing hers for the first time in what felt like eternity. The sparks of electricity were immediate, running throughout their veins, sending the tingling sensation all the way to their toes. His lips gently caressed Liz’s, tentatively taking time to lean her soft taste once again before sealing his lips against hers completely.

Liz felted against his strong body; Max’s arms the only thing from stopping her melting in a puddle right then. The way he was kissing her, softly, full of all of his love and built up frustration was overwhelming. His tongue cropping against her bottom lip in the way that Liz used to love so much.

She pulled away once again became a necessity, resting her forehead against Max’s. They were both breathing heavily, lost in the moment and the feeling of being in each others arms after so long apart, so long at war with their hearts. The words had spilled out of Liz’s mouth before she could stop herself, but she didn’t once regret saying them.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”






Sia – Breathe Me




Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

I know, i know. I'm shit at updating and the post are getting less and less as i go. I just can hardly find the time to write for any of my fics right now. But i will get it done, even if it kills me. I can promise you that i will update this fic and it will not go to hell... in theory.

Thankd for your fb guys and your bumps. Real Life has been crazy with the start of a new year and school and what not, so i still haven't really worked out a schedule. So please forgive me and i hope that you'll all still be here...

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<center>Chapter 34</center>



Liz walked into the quadrangle at West Roswell High and looked around at all of the faces. Everyone was consumed in their own life, too busy worrying about themselves to worry about those around them. How many of these friendships would be broken by the end of the year all because of something meagre. How many girls would fall for their best friends boyfriend? How many people would cheat in a relationship? How many lives would be dramatically changed all because they didn’t get the attention they desired?


Everyone had been walking on eggshells around Liz since her and Max had come back from their little ‘vacation’, as he liked to call it. It wasn’t ‘running away’ anymore, it was now a ‘vacation’. Her parents had hardly spoken to her, like they didn’t even realise that she had been missing for four days. The only good thing in her life right now was Max.


He was there for her when no one else was, and it took her a lot to realise it. Max was there to support her through everything even when he didn’t have to. They hadn’t shared another intimate moment since they had returned a week ago, both still to unsure to do anything. Instead, he would be the person she confided in, the one she could talk to through the difficult time in her life.


But the thing was, she couldn’t tell him everything. Max may be the closest thing that Liz had to a friend right now, but that didn’t help when the one person she knew would help her didn’t even care that she existed.


Liz’s eyes grazed over all of the tables, filled with students sitting with their friends, laughing, talking, enjoying life… not feeling the need to run and end it all.


No, they were bad thoughts, thoughts she promised Max she wouldn’t have. He had taken his pocketknife back from her at the motel and put it in his front pocket, thinking that it would stop her from trying to cut herself again. It may have symbolised everything that she was going through, but it didn’t stop her thoughts from drifting to other things she could use. The itching inside her was growing; the need to loose herself in the pain tugging at her mind from the depths, but Liz blocked it all out, focusing on getting through the day one minute at a time.


Her eyes landed on a lone boy sitting at the furthest table watching her curiously. Liz took a deep breath and started her way over there, hoping that he wouldn’t mind her eating with him just once.


“Um… hey Michael.” Liz said softly. “Do you mind?”


“Go ahead.” He said around a mouthful of chips, waving his free hand in the direction of the seat.


Liz sighed internally as she sat down tentively, not really sure if this was such a good idea. She hadn’t talked to Michael in a while, ever since he had come to rescue her the first time she ran away. Liz knew that if she had any hope of getting her friends back, Michael would be the first step. At the moment he held the biggest influence over Maria and she had to start to mend the holes that she helped create somehow.


They both sat in silence, consumed in their own thoughts. Liz found her self contemplating destiny for not the first time. What was it about the word that made her shiver internally? Was it the association with the people in her life that she loved or was it just the fact that as soon as you had a destiny you had no options. It was like a set of instructions that had to be followed at all costs.


Michael sat watching Liz’s mind in progress. She was biting her lip the way she always did when she was deep in thought. Max wasn’t the only one who knew all of her signature moves.


He knew that Liz was struggling with a large amount of inner turmoil right now but he also knew that the best way to cure that problem was to talk to someone. Sure, she had Max, but even then there was only a certain amount of things they would discuss before it got out of hand and they ended up having one of their Romeo and Juliet fights about why they couldn’t be together.


Things between him and Maria were finally looking up. They had taken it to ‘the next level’ in blatant terms, committed to each other in the deepest way possible but still something was missing. This entire thing with Liz and Maria had taken away her fire. She was no longer the fiery blond who would challenge everything he said and did. She was now just drifting by in life and he needed something to fix that. Maria needed her best friend, a role that he just wasn’t suited for.


“Michael? Can I ask you something?” Liz said, starling him out of his melodramatic thoughts. All this time she had been in silent thought of where it all went wrong and so far all she had was destiny.


“Um… sure?” He replied, not at all looking forward to the scrutinizing he knew she would do. She was a scientist after all, taught to dissect every single little thing until there was nothing left.


“What do you think of destiny? Hypothetically of course.” She asked curiously. Liz just wanted to get the perspective of someone other than Max or Tess, someone who would look at it logically and not hold back telling her what he thought.


“Is this a trick question?” He asked sceptically.


“Michael!” Liz sighed in exasperation, fully prepared to just give up and go live in a cave the rest of her natural life.


“Okay, okay!” He said defensively. “Do you mean destiny in general or is there a particular one you’re focusing on, say for instance, ours? Because I think you and I both already know that I think our destiny is a piece of crap.”


“In general.”


“Okay, well, not that I’ve really thought about this a lot or anything, but I think… there's not just one destiny, one straight path for anyone. It’s like a giant highway…” He started.


“A highway?” Liz asked with a raised eyebrow. She was suddenly regretting her decision to ask Michael of all people his views on destiny.


“Ok, fine. Its like a giant tree.” He corrected in exasperation.


“Does this have a point?” Liz smirked at him, knowing just how annoyed he was getting by her interruptions.


“Would you let me finish? Look at the big oak tree behind you.” Michael said with a nod in the direction of the tree. Liz half turned around in her seat and studied the large trunk of the oak tree that had been there for over a hundred years.


“Okay, now, when you look at it, is there just one path that the sap can take? One straight passageway or does it branch off into thousands of different directions to get to the leaves?”


“So what your saying is that destiny isn’t one set path? That there are different ways it can go?” Liz asked after a few moments of thinking about his theory.


“Exactly. And believe me when I say that Max has a habit of branching off into different directions.” Michael stood up and stretched slowly. “Trust his judgement Liz. I know I’m the one who has the least right to say this, but he has this annoying habit of often being right.”


Liz sat contemplating his theory as Michael walked off back towards the main building. He had someone important to talk to and it couldn’t’ wait. He knew that she would be all alone in the music rooms like usual, and that small talk with Liz gave him the incentive to do something about that.


He would get the fire alive in her once again. Even if it killed him.





TBC...

See, i told you guys i would come back and post. :d And this part is extra long, compared to what i usually write. I also extreemly hungry and absolutely freezing. Stupid weather, must be snowing somewhere.

Thank you all for your amazing fb and your constant bumps. I apreciate it and i'm glad you like the fic.

This part is mostly for the Candy lovers out there and also for those people who dont like Tess, well, it'll give you a chance to bitch in your fb. Don't worry, the climax of this story is coming soon. I'm just setting it all up. Give me about 5 more chapters and it'll be here, unless of course i can do it in less. Hmm... maybe thats a challenge for me.

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Max walked down the busy corridor of West Roswell High with a smile stretched across his face. He was on his way to biology, the class that in the space of two weeks had gone from being the one class he hated the most to the one he wished would never end.

When Liz wasn’t there Max would sit and stare at the space she once occupied, his mind wondering back to the days when they would exchange hidden caresses under the lab table and get lost in each other’s eyes instead of listening to the teacher.

He rounded he corner just as the bell was going, walking the last few meters before he reached the door of the biology room. Max knew Liz was in there, he could feel her a mile away, her presence reverberating through their connection and consuming his mind with nothing but her.

Liz unconsciously looked towards the shut door, feeling his existence on the other side. She took a deep breathe as the knob turned and the door open. Her eyes immediately darted down to her book, not reading the words just waiting, feeling him approach. She didn’t want him to know how strong their connection had become again, so Liz pretended like she didn’t even notice Max had entered the room until he addressed her.

“Hey.” He said, dragging his stool that little bit closer to Liz’s. He wondered if she noticed; if she felt him like he felt her? From the way she startled when he said hello Max figured that she hadn’t, that she was just ignoring their connection that had flared to life once again ever since their kiss.

They hadn’t really had time to talk since they had been back. More importantly, they hadn’t had time to talk about them, about where they stood with each other. It was something that he spent all his time thinking about, hoping that this was their new beginning; this was where they started again. They could finally do things the right way.

“Hi.” Liz replied quickly before going back to reading her textbook. Max watched her, taking in her elegant appearance and the subtle pout that her lips had formed as she read. God, he wanted to kiss her, to just reach out and seal his lips to hers, but he didn’t want to scare her away. It didn’t even occur to him once that he was still technically dating Tess.

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“Hey, what are you doing in here?”

“Nothing.”

“Interesting. You do know that class has started, right?”

Maria raised an incredulous eyebrow at Michael’s words. He walked further into the empty music room; never taking his eye off the beautiful blonde sitting huddled in the corner. Her eyes were tinted red, a tell tale sign that she had been crying before he came in and the way her arms were wrapped around her body showed a sign of self comfort, protection from the outside world.

Michael’s feet took him until he was standing next to her, his body contorting until he was sitting down next to her, their shoulders touching and radiating heat underneath their clothing.

“What you doing in here?” He asked playfully, ribbing her shoulder with the intent on being so annoying that she either broke out or broke down. Either one he would be happy with.

It pained Michael to see Maria like this and he wondered when exactly it was that he found himself being the only one try to get any reaction out of her. She had slipped into a state of depression, much like Liz, both of their personalities changing dramatically with the death of their best friend. It was like Alex was the source of their youthfulness and with him gone everyone just withered and eventually died.

Thankfully Maria's state of depression hadn’t been expressed like Liz’s. It wasn’t just the running away from her problems, it was the other things as well, the way she had inflicted pain on herself just to feel something. Max would often knock on his door late at night asking for advise or someone to talk to about his fear for her health, a role that Michael wasn’t used to playing but tried his best.

Maria chose to close in on herself, blocking out everyone and everything unless she needed them for something. The night that they had made love Michael thought that she was finally opening up, going back to her usual self. Even though she left in the middle of the night, she came back, which was why he didn’t say anything about it, he didn’t broach the topic because in the end she chose him. But the thing was, nothing had improved after that night like he had hoped. Instead she had just gotten worse, pulling away from him as well as everyone else.

It had been two weeks since they gave themselves to each other and Maria had somehow managed to go from bad to worse to being empty in the space of the 12 days. She was falling further and faster off the cliff with no one to break her fall.

“You know there's a boxing match on TV tonight. Hoya vs Holyfield. Should be good. You should come over and watch it with me.”

Boxing, if there was once thing Michael knew Maria could stand it was boxing, yet his last remark caused no reaction within her. She didn’t even blink at his words. He sighed internally and tried again, desperate to get somewhere with her today. He was sick and tired of not having the Maria he loved. The Maria who was bossy and independent, the fiery green-eyed beauty that loved him for all his flaws and found him extremely irritating. His Maria.

“If not we could always go bowling. You know, I was actually thinking about joining a team. Call ourselves the ‘Generals’. Use a little alien push; we’ll end up winning the league. Plus have you seen all the hot chicks that like to bowl?”

“Michael.” Maria sighed in irritation, knowing what he was trying to do and thanking him for it in her heart. He had been the only one there for her through all of this and she owed him the world, but the world was hard to give when you were practically empty inside. Liz and Alex used to help fill the hole that filled her heart, and with Alex gone and Liz worrying about no one but herself, all Maria had left to rely on was the unconditional love she knew Michael would give her. But how much love would it take to make her feel whole again, and how long until he decided to give up and move on? How long until she was considered a lost cause?

“Ahh, she speaks. There I was thinking you had gone and turned mime on me. I was expecting you to all of a sudden be trapped in that ridiculous invisible box.” Michael watched her face intently, feeling his heart rush with blood when a small smile played on Maria’s lips from his words. That was all he needed, that one smile gave him hope.

He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tightly against his body, placing a gentle kiss against her temple. Maria closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, her hand coming up to ball tightly in his Metallica t-shirt.

“I love you.” Michael whispered into her hair, tightening his firm grip on her subtle body. A bittersweet smile briefly graced her lips from his honest words. It was then and there that Maria promised herself that she would get better she would be herself again, all for him.

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The bell rang throughout the school, doors flying open as students rushed home from their last period of the day. Liz stood from her stool, closing her folder and putting away her textbook, taking no time to rush for anyone or anything. She had nowhere to be, nothing to do, no one to see. Her life was… meaningless.

Max stood at the doorway with his bag slung over his shoulder, watching Liz taking her time to pack up. The rest of the class were long gone but he stayed back and just watched her intently. She placed the last book in her bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder, only then raising her eyes to where he was waiting at the door.

“I um… hem… do you want a lift home? It looks like it’s going to start to rain.” It was a pathetic excuse but any chance to spend some time with her was all Max asked.

The fact that there was hardly any clouds in site didn’t go unnoticed by Liz. She could see it was a blatant attempt from him to spend some time with her, to talk like they needed and she didn’t know what she wanted more, to figure out where they stood and to finally get some order in the chaos that was her life or to avoid the subject all together, opting for the unknown in fear of even more heartbreak.

“Um, sure.” She replied in a quite and unsure voice, a red hue staining her cheeks when she noticed the brilliant smile her acceptance caused Max.

They walked out of the school side by side, neither saying anything, just taking in the moment. There was no need for words between them, instead selecting the silence as their communication.

Max placed his hand on the small of Liz’s back when they walked out of the main doors, steering her to where the Jeep was parked until his eyes landed on the petite blond sitting in the front seat with an irritated expression on her face.

Tess immediately felt Max’s presence when he walked out of the doors. She had been waiting for him for the last ten minutes and was getting aggravated with how long he was taking. It was almost like he didn’t want to leave the school. Like he actually enjoyed the mediocre lessons they were forced to take. Kings were not supposed to be geeks. Her aggravation became increasingly larger when she looked up with piecing blue eyes and spotted none other than Liz Parker with her boyfriend.

Liz’s complete body tensed when she saw Tess sitting in the Jeep glaring her way. She stopped in her tracks, causing Max to run into her small frame and knock her off balance. His muscular arms caught her before she could fall and humiliate herself and Max pulled her nearer to his body, ignoring the death stares he could feel Tess giving them.

“Liz, are you okay?” Max asked, looing down at her with concerned, love filled eyes.

“Yeah. Um, you know what? I um…. wanted to go past the shops on the way home to get some things so its okay, I’ll just walk. It’s not that far.” Liz rambled, knowing her excuse was less than plausible.

“I can take you.” Max countered her attempt to run, determined to show her that Tess meant nothing.

“No, really Max its okay. You have Tess anyway.” Liz tried again, extracting herself from his hopeful grip and taking a few steps backwards.

“Liz, its fine. I’m just dropping her home.”

“The fresh air will do me good, give me some time to think if I walk.” Was her quick witted response. Why wouldn’t he just let her go?

“Liz, it’s a Jeep. Its has no roof!” Max sighed, knowing that she was trying to escape an awkward confrontation with Tess. “Please? I’m worried about you and I don’t want you walking all that way home by yourself.” He tried desperately again, not willing to let Liz’s dread of Tess get in the way of their friendship.

“Max? Is there something wrong?” Tess asked, glaring daggers at the brunette who was still in his grasp. She decided that enough was enough and had approached the couple who suddenly ended their conversation as soon as she announced her presence.” I thought you said you would take me to the mall so I could get some new clothes. Remember, Victoria’s Secret is having a sale?”

Liz’s face immediately paled from the other girl’s words. Max was going with Tess so she could try on underwear? Had they already gotten that intimate? She felt sick, physically and mentally, her entire body numb and heavy.

“Tess? What-”

“I-I… I-I have to go.” Liz breathed out, holding onto her bag tightly and running as fast as she possibly could. There was no way that they had had sex, was there? Surely Tess was just trying to get under her skin, to make her crumble. If that was her objective then she had definitely achieved it.

Max stood frozen in place, not entirely sure what had just happened. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, no words coming out from his stunned mind.

Tess gave a devious smile and turned to walk back towards the jeep, calling out over her shoulder as she went.

“Hurry up Max. I have to be home in five minutes before Kyle starts wondering where I am.”



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Placebo – Blue American



I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you

I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom

I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are

I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care

I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you


TBC.... Sorry guys, have no idea when the next update will be. I'll try my hardest to get it soon. Damn assignments taking up all my time.

Thanks for your fb guys. As an Easter treat for you all i'm updating. Woot. Hope you all have an excellent weekend and get heaps of chocolate

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“Tess? What the fuck was that about?” Max yelled angrily, stalking over towards the Jeep where Tess had resituated herself. She had no right to talk to Liz like that, to imply any of those lies and he would make sure she knew that.

“What are you talking about?” Tess asked innocently, smiling on the inside at how easily Liz had crumbled. Emotions were a weakness, and she was the perfect example. The heart was only there to pump their blood through their bodies, not to have feelings.

“You damn well know what the hell I’m talking about! Stop acting so stupid and take a look around Tess. Liz is not right! She’s not stable at the moment. For Christs sake, she slit her fucking wrists, and unless you want her to go and do it again I suggest you stay the hell away from her!” Max roared, his face now inches away from hers and his tone sharp.

Fury filled Tess’s lungs from his words. Not only was he yelling at her, but he was defending that tramp in the process. “So what Max? Who cares if she goes and jumps off a damn bridge? You’re not dating anymore, it’s none of your concern!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings for her. She's my friend Tess, and I have no idea about you but when something causes one of my friends to attempt to kill themselves, I wanna know what the fuck it is so I can help them!”

What Max wasn’t saying was that Liz wasn’t just a friend to him. There was nothing platonic about his feelings towards her and both of them knew that. Tess scrunched her fist into a tight ball at her side and set furious blue eyes against his amber orbs.

“I am your girlfriend Max! No, scratch that, I’m your fucking wife, and you care more about your ex that cheated on you than you do about me?” As soon as Max opened his mouth to protest Tess cut him off. “And don’t you even dare try to deny it Max! Where were you the other week huh? Definitely not here in Roswell with me. Instead you weren’t even in the damn state because you were chasing after her again!”

“First of all Tess, you were never my wife. I am not Zan and you are not Ava. We are not married and I have no intention at this point in my life to marry anyone, especially you! I am not going to follow some fucked up idea of a destiny and a past life. I have my own damn life and I wont let someone tell me how to live it! Second of all, I was trying to help her. She’s past depressed now Tess, and you really are not helping this situation. Not everything is about a destiny and finding out about our alien side! There are more important things to me!”

Max’s voiced echoed around the open area, his face still inches away from Tess’s as he leant forward menacingly, his hands gripping the door of the Jeep so hard that his knuckles went white.

Tess shook her head, looking away from a brief second before turning bitter eyes back to his gaze. “Why can’t you just let her go? Why cant you accept your destiny, your alien side?” She asked quietly, positive that she would hate his absurd answer. Sure enough Max didn’t disappoint her.

“Why can’t you see that destiny is bunch of bullshit? Why can’t you see that all I want is to be human?” Max countered, his gaze drifting in the direction that Liz had disappeared down more than ten minutes ago.

“Get out of the car Tess. You can find you own way home.” He said sternly, fixing her with hard gaze. He had somewhere to be and not even Tess and her lies would stop him.

“Wha-” Tess gasped, stunned by his sudden change in demeanour. When she made no indication of moving, Max leant over to the back seat and pick up her bag, throwing it on the ground at least ten metres away and then moving around to climb into his seat.

He waited patiently whilst Tess gaped at him, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in an irritated way. She finally gave in with a anger huff and climbed out of the Jeep to retrieve her bag.

“What the hell is wrong with you? One look at her and no one else matters but yourself!”

“I’m just being the king you wanted me to be.”

Max was burning rubber down the street before she had even taken her first step. He had to get to Liz and make sure that she was all right, that she would keep her promise to him and not hurt herself.


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“Liz?” Max called, stalking across her balcony with a purpose. When he climbed in through the window and didn’t see her sitting on the bed, panic immediately began to take over his entire body. She wasn’t down stairs in the restaurant and now she wasn’t in her room. His gaze swept over her perfectly made bed, fighting back the memories of a night so many months ago, until his eyes fell onto the closed door of the bathroom.

Taking a cautious step towards the closed door he reached out a shaky hand and placed it on the knob, calling out her name as he slowly opened the door.

“Liz?” His voice came out weak and shaky. He was so scared of what he could find behind the door that he didn’t have the strength to put up a brave front anymore. Memories of her laying in her own pool of blood flashed through his mind, making his gasp for air from the intensity of the pain he could feel running through his body. He wasn’t sure if it was her pain or his pain from the memories, but it was strong, crippling, and if it weren’t for his need to open the door and put his fears at rest, he would be huddled on the ground in a ball from the feelings.

“Max?” Came Liz’s startled voice from her bedroom doorway. She had been out in the kitchen getting a soda and come back to find Max having a strange moment with her bathroom door.

He whipped his head around instantly at her voice, gasping from the knowledge that she was all right and not bleeding to death. Before Liz could even blink Max had jumped across her bed and surrounded her petite frame forcefully with his arms.

Liz could feel the fear coming off him in waves; fear for her, fear that she had hurt herself again all because of Tess and what she had said earlier that day. Had she really become that unstable in his eyes?

Max buried his face in her hair, deeply breathing in her scent and letting it surround his senses, blocking out the entire world. His arms pulled her closer, needing to feel the way her small body fit perfectly against his. Just needing her.


Liz melted into his soothing embrace and forgot about everything that had happened, all because of his simple touch. She lifted her head off his chest, amber meeting chocolate orbs, their lips gravitating towards each other until they were touching, drinking from the other in an intimate dance.

Max groaned against her mouth, his hand burring in her chocolate tresses and holding her mouth firmly in place against hers. Her taste was beautiful, sending sensations throughout his entire body that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

His lips moved from her lips down her cheek and to her neck, suckling on the sensitive crevice on her shoulder. Liz threw her head to the side, her nails digging into his shoulders with concrete like force. If he let go of her she would surely collapse from the feelings he was igniting inside of her once again.

Somehow they managed to move onto her bed, Max’s weight gently pushing her small body down into the mattress as his lips attacked hers with full vigour, everything outside of their own personal bubble forgotten.

It felt so natural, being with her again, kissing her lips as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth that Max got carried away, becoming more daring with how far he would go with her. His hands crept under the hem of her shirt, softly caressing the milky skin that lay beneath the material. When he found no response from Liz, nothing to show that what he was doing was to extreme he moved his hands further upwards until they came into contact with the underside of her breasts, startling Liz out of her desire educed haze and back into reality.

She pulled away abruptly, moving to the opposite side of the bed, trying to get as far away from the feeling of Max’s lips against hers as she could.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” Max apologised, stumbling with his words.

“It’s okay.” Liz breathed out with a small sigh. Max had only ever touched her like that once before, the night when they had found the orbs in the desert and all of this alien madness really started. If she had never gotten the flashes, never found the orbs Tess would have never found the location of the three aliens and her life wouldn’t have been pulled apart in the space of minutes.

Tess. Something she had never thought about before. Up until now there had been no reason for her to associate Max’s relationship with the alien to her own.

Up until now.

“Max? What about Tess?” She asked hesitantly, slowly raising her eyes to meet Max’s stunned amber ones.

“T-Tess?” He chocked out. Why would she want to talk about Tess now of all times? “What about her?”

“This thing with us…Y-your still with her Max.” Liz said sadly, looking down at her hands that were restless in her lap.

There was a silent pause as Max thought of the best way to answer her, but as soon as the words left his mouth he wished they hadn’t.

“Not if you don’t want me to be.”

Liz raised horrified eyes to his face, the boy looking back at her a stranger just because of those words. “How the can you do that Max?”

“Do what?”

“That. Just drop everything for me. I may not be too fond of her but she’s your destiny. How can you even think about doing something like that to her?” Liz stood up and took a step away from the bed, continuing to walk backwards until her back came into contact with her dresser.

He stood up, taking a step towards her stunned frame but stoped when she extending her arm in an indication that he wasn’t allowed any closer.

“Because I love you Liz. What I have with Tess, its nothing, just some deluded idea that she has in her head. I love you Liz, I want to be with you and not her. I’ve never wanted her.”

His words warmed her heart but they had no real meaning. He may love her but it wasn’t meant to be, and that was more important than her wants and needs. She spoke in a small voice, too afraid to look up and see his reaction.” That’s just the problem Max. You can’t.”

“W-what?” he stuttered, the meaning of her lexis sinking in like a tonne of bricks.

“I-I think you should g-go now.” She said in a shaky voice, still looking down at her feet. If he saw the tears that were running down her cheeks she would break down and never want to let him go.

But that was impossible. He belonged to someone else. He had a destiny, and it wasn’t her.

Lol. Thanks for your Fb guys.

Emz80m - Emma, i was cracking from yours. Thanks chica.

tequathisy wrote:

lizard_queen wrote:
“Not if you don’t want me to be.”

What the hell does that mean? If Liz doesn't get back together with Max, will he continue seeing Tess? It's up to Max if he doesn't want to be with Tess anymore.

Basically, yeah. What he was trying to say was all Liz had to do was say the word and he would get rid of Tess, all because she asked him to.

extingman wrote:Does Max know the truth yet? I mean I would have thought so by now especially with healing Liz like he had. Maybe I'm way off base, but it would seem logical that Liz couldn't block that with as far gone as she was. Or were there so many flashes that he saw, that he just hasn't taken the time to analize them yet?

Wow, that was probably the longest fb i've ever gotten. Thanks for taking the time to write that. You made me think about alot of things that i haven't addressed yet.

But as for your question from above, i will quote from chapter 31 which seems like ages ago to me:

He concentrated on bringing it to life, of opening it up so he could see and feel everything about Liz Parker. Flashes raced at him of times they had spent together, of scenes from her life since he had healed her the first time, but he paid them no mind, ignoring all of them, pushing them away until he found the core of her body and soul.

So yeah, basically he just hasn't had time to think about any of them yet. But dont worry, he'll find out soon. Very soon. Lets just say that vodka will assist his finiding out in a way.

Thanks for your fb and i hope you like this next part. Sorry for having a Tess/Max moment, but i can assure you that this is the very last of them. Its all dreamer from now on.



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Inner turmoil beleaguered Max that night as he walked home. He wanted to run back to Liz and make her believe him, do anything just to convince her that they were meant to be together. But the other half, the half that knew she wouldn’t listen was overtaking his thoughts. Liz just needed some time to sort her life out, to get back on track. The last thing she needed was an obsessed alien ex boyfriend whose current girlfriend was making her life a living hell.


That was one other thing Max had to do. Tess. He had to figure out what they were, where they stood and if he actually felt anything at all for his supposed ‘destiny’. If not, he had to break it off with her, like he had been wanting to ever since they first kissed at prom.


He should have pulled away from her that night, told her that it was a mistake and that they were just caught in the moment. Funnily enough, that was exactly what happened. Max felt trapped within his memories. He was no longer Max Evans at his prom, but Zan at a party, with his future wife sitting across from him, leaning in closer until their lips connected.


It was as if in that one instant he was possessed, caught in another world and when he broke out of it, he was kissing Tess. It was too late to pull away. Even if he did it wouldn’t have made any difference. Since then Tess had assumed they were officially a couple, never actually asking Max if that was what he wanted because she knew he would say no.


He had often wondered where he and Liz would be right now if she had never witness the kiss. Did it somehow contribute to her breakdown after Alex’s death four months ago? Was the reason why she felt the need to hurt herself so brutally due to that one moment that changed everything between them?


Max sighed as he placed the jeep in park and turned off the ignition. He just hoped that after what happened tonight Liz wouldn’t hurt herself again. He had his pocketknife back, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find something else to take away the emotional pain and replace it with physical.


The only problem with hoping was that he had no way of knowing what she would do. He couldn’t go back there tonight and make sure she was okay. His presence was more than unwelcomed at this point in time. And where he would usually reach out through their connection just to make sure she was okay… he couldn’t do that anymore.


Liz had shut him off again, cutting off any communication, any connection to the alien world, leaving a sense of panic and doubt in Max’s mind. He just hoped that she would get through tonight so he could talk to her tomorrow.


Max walked through their back door and down the hallway quietly, successfully managing to avoid any contact with his family. He entered his room and shut the door, locking it with his powers to ensure privacy before collapsing on his bed. His strength was waning. Between looking after Liz constantly, schoolwork and just trying to avoid anything alien happening for a while, he was exhausted and sleep claimed him quickly….


“Max…” She moaned breathlessly in his ear as he thrust in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. He was loving her the way she deserved to be loved; slow and gentle, no matter how much self control he had to muster.


Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red indents that would slowly fade after a two days. She threw her head back as he kissed a heated trail down her neck and collarbone, never one stopping the perfect rhythm that they were thrusting in time together in. His lips were soft against her heated flesh, both of their bodies drenched in sweat from the countless times they had made love that afternoon, each time more perfect than the last. She let out a low groan when he hit the right spot deep inside of her; driving into her faultless body with a satisfaction he had never felt before.


He could fell she was getting close; hear the hitch in her breath and feel the tightening of her grip on his body. Reaching down between them Max gently rubbed her clit and listened to her gasp in surprise from his boldness. They may have made love well into double digits but they were still shy with each other’s bodies, too afraid to be daring and explore new stimulations.


Until now.


All it took was the touch of his hand on her most intimate places and his sweet rasp of ‘I love you’ in her ear before her walls clenched around him and she cried out his name in pure ecstasy, pulling Max over the edge with her.


Liz moaned softly in contentment, both of their bodies limp from pleasure. He gathered his strength and moved to get off her petite body that he was crushing with his weight but her small plea of ‘don’t’ changed his mind.


Max kissed her lips softly and sensually, rolling them over to their sides, still buried deep inside of her until morning.


Liz awoke with a start, the dream fresh in her mind and the vivid images wreaking havoc on her body. She hadn’t had a dream like that since what seemed like forever, the more accurate answering being a few weeks after she had come back from Phoenix.


She stood slowly on wobbly legs and managed to somehow walk to her bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water over her face. Her entire body was humming all over, craving Max all because of the dream. Liz’s cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and her body was glowing with heat.


There was no way she would be going back to sleep tonight.


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Max lay on his bed with his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands joined behind his head, the rays of light seeping in through the window but hitting the curtains, clouding the room in a light darkness.


He was running over the dream in his head, analysing every single bit of it, trying to find a message or a meaning behind the moans and the vivid images of Liz’s perfectly naked body, all the while desperately trying not to get turned on but failing miserably. The tent in his jeans was the same one that he had awoken with late last night when the dream plagued his thoughts.


He nonchalantly looked over at the clock on his bedside table, the flashing red numbers telling him that he was meeting Michael at the Crashdown for dinner in a little over an hour. A perfect chance for him to talk to Liz like he had wanted to all day.


Max closed his eyes and thought back to the dream. He wanted to relive it, see the lustrous images in his mind once again and feel her soft skin against his one last time. He wanted to kiss her lips and take her like she wanted, needed to be taken.


He was so caught up his dream that he didn’t feel the mattress dip under the presence of someone else’s weight. He didn’t see the blue eyes staring at the giant bulge in his pants or the way she licked her lips in anticipation, assuming that she was the one who turned him on so.


When a small hand reached out to stroke his erection over his jeans Max’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was no way his dream was a reality, was it? He looked over to find Tess staring at him, her blue eyes dark with desire and her hand cupping his length dangerously.


Before he had the chance to flinch away from her touch she crawled up his body and straddled his lap, firmly planting her lips against his opened mouth and preventing him from any movement due to his stunned state. She pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied smile.


Her image changed right in front of Max’s eyes, her curly blonde hair being replaced by silky, straight brown hair, her eyes turning a dark chocolate and her facial features changing until they perfectly resembled those of Liz.


Max lunged forward at her, forcefully taking her mouth against his, wrapping his arms around her small frame and thrusting his tongue into her warm recess, moaning from the contact he so desperately needed. Tess kissed him back just as eagerly; unaware that he thought he was kissing Liz Parker instead of her.


Tess thought that this was finally the breaking point in their relationship, Max was finally forgetting all about Liz and was moving on, accepting his destiny. That was until the flashes started.


She wasn’t sure if he ever got flashes from her, but she certainly got them from him. What she saw made her sick.


Liz. It was always Liz.


Every time they kissed he was thinking about the stupid little bitch that interfered with their lives and ruined everything. It wasn’t enough that Max was infatuated with her. No, just to torture her a little bit more every time they kissed Tess always had to get flashes of Max and Liz in an intimate embrace. She was getting fed up with it all. It was time to make a stand, to make Max choose.


His destiny and his wife, or normal.


Tess pushed herself off him with disgust, climbing off the bed in a fit of rage and demanding his attention. Max blinked a few times; needing to make sure it was really Tess he was seeing. What happened to Liz? One minute they were kissing and the next she was gone, replaced by a pissed off Tess.


“I’ve had enough of this bullshit! All you ever fucking do is think about her! Its time to make your decision. Me or her, Max? You can’t have us both.” Tess threatened, positive that he would choose her, but her assurance started to wane when he just looked at her with a blank expression.


She looked at him disbelievingly, not predicting that he would choose a human. “What?” She gasped incredulously. “D-do you even feel anything for me Max? Do you even care about your destiny?”


Again Max just looked up at her helplessly. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He was frozen in place.


Tess shook her head, a tear escaping down her cheek. It was over. He chose Liz, just like he always did. Every single thing she had ever been taught just blew up in her face and this was the result. Was she really that defective? Her own husband didn’t even want her, he chose someone else.


“Fuck you.” Tess managed to bark through gritted teeth, storming out of the room and leaving a stunned Max laying in the same position on his bed, staring across at the blank wall with one thought on his mind.


“Liz.”


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Vast - Touched


Touched
You say that I am too
So much of what you say is true
I'll never find someone quite like you
Again
I'll never find someone quite like you
Like you


The razors and the dying roses plead
I don't leave you alone
The demi-gods and hungry ghosts of God
God knows I'm not at home


I'll never find someone quite like you
Again
I'll never find someone quite like you
Again


I, I looked into your eyes and saw
A world that does not exist
I looked into your eyes and saw
A world I wish I was in


I'll never find someone quite as touched
As you
I'll never love someone quite the way that I
Loved you

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Liz ran a frustrated hand through her hair, dropping her arm back down to the table with a lazy thud and letting out a sigh. Everywhere she looked aliens surrounded her. The walls, the tables, the food on the menu; they were haunting her.

Green skin and lifeless black eyes followed her everywhere she went, if not as cartoons, then as blow up dolls or a costume for someone’s fancy dress party.

And then to make it so much better for her, the worst kind of alien walked through the double doors of the restaurant, searching her out with their eyes before approaching the booth she was situated at alone with a determined gaze.

“Congratulations, you won. He’s all yours.” Tess said through gritted teeth, her eyes glaring at Liz as she looked up startled.

“Um… okay.” Liz replied utterly confused as to what she won and who was hers.

“Max. He’s yours Liz. I’m sick and tired of always coming second to a human. Like I said before, congratulations, he’s all fucking yours.” Her voice was laced with disgust and pity, shown in her cold blue eyes as she looked down on the brunette.

Tess turned around straight away, not even waiting for an answer this time. She stormed out through the restaurant doors, gaining the attention of people passing by.

Liz didn’t even need to think about it. She was on her feet as soon as Tess left, chasing after the small blonde and catching up to her in front of the UFO museum. Liz’s hand grabbed onto Tess’s wrist, spinning her around violently so they were face to face.

“How dare you!” Liz shouted right into the smaller girls face.

“Excuse me?” Tess asked incredulously, taking a step back and dusting Liz’s’ hand off her wrists.

“Max is my everything, Tess. I broke the law for him, I jumped off bridges for him, I hid from the fucking FBI not to mention that fact that I changed the future! For him! And then you came along bitching about your God damn destiny. Do you know how hard it was for me to walk away from him that day outside the pod chamber? Do you! And I did it for you, so you could have your husband.”

The rage in Liz’s voice echoed around the dark street, spitting out the words as she screamed into the night. Tess stood there, shocked beyond belief. This was definitely not the reaction she was expecting. She had never seen Liz get so worked up before, show so much feeling and passion.

“I’ve have done everything to try and get him to go towards you. He was the main reason I ran away from this town! I lost two of my best friends just so you two could be together, and now you come here and try and tell me I’ve won? I’ve never won Tess. No matter what he says, no matter what he does, you’ll always win!”

The tears ran silently down Liz’s flushed cheeks, her chest heaving violently as she tried to suck in a breath of air. Tess turned around and walked off silently towards her car, completely ignoring the person who was standing in the shadows, shocked beyond belief.

Sobs viciously shook Liz’s small body. She felt weak, so weak. Like her legs would collapse on themselves any minute now. She brutally brushed away at the tears, vulnerability kicking in and suffocating her.

Slowly, the man in the shadows exposed himself, walking up behind the small brunette quietly but stopping a safe distance away so as not to appear a threat. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it immediately, not quite sure what to say after hearing the discussion between the two females.

Taking a chance, he took a deep breath and made his presence known.

“Liz?”

She swirled around, startled, at the familiar deep voice. He lifted his hands in surrender showing that he was no hazard and looked into her shocked brown eyes. There was no mistaking the pleading tone is his voice or the regret that sparkled in his amber irises.

“Max! What are you doing here?” Liz knew that if he heard what had transpired between her and Tess not minutes before, this entire charade would be over; she could no longer go on pretending that she didn’t care.

“I heard what you said to Tess and I-”

Liz’s stomach was instantly in her throat, the tears threatening to spill over her lashes any minute. Max took a cautious step towards her and saw her flinch from the small movement. He opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off.

“Oh God, you heard that?” She gasped, staggering backwards until her body fell against a cold brick wall. “No! No you weren’t allowed to hear that!”

Harsh sobbing muffled her words; her eyes open wide in horror. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t right. Now Max knew too much, things he wasn’t supposed to know. He’ll start to ask questions, questions that Liz wouldn’t have the lies for.

“You weren’t supposed to!” She cried one last time, sliding down the wall. She buried her head in her hands, blocking out the outside world but most importantly, blocking out Max.

“Liz, I-” He tried one last time but knew it was pointless. She had closed herself off from him for the last time and he doubted that she would ever open back up again.

She lifted her head with defeated eyes and met his distressed gaze. She spoke softly, appearing so small and broken.

“Please, just leave me alone.”


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Liz sat on her bed staring at the blank wall across from her. Her entire body was numb, lifeless. She couldn’t take away the pain because there was no pain to take away. She had no friends left, no one to talk to. No Alex, no Maria, and most importantly… no Max.

Her family hardly knew she was alive anymore, not caring that their daughter was on the fast track to suicide and would have bled to death in a dingy motel bathroom a few weeks ago if it wasn’t for a certain dark haired alien.

The same alien who walked away from her, crushed and dejected beyond belief just minutes ago on the cold street.

She stood up and shuffled out into the lounge room, shoulders slumped and life drained out of her. Her parents had gone away for a trade show – again - so she had the entire restaurant to herself.

She could do anything and no one would know.

A half smile overcame her face as she walked across the room to a small cabinet. Liz bent down in front of it, pulling on the doors and expecting them to be locked. She fell backwards in surprise as the doors opened wide, revealing her fathers not so secret stash of alcoholic poisons.

Her smile became wider from the realisation that there was no one to stop her. No one that seemed to have any effect on her anymore. No more cautious voice inside her head telling her this was wrong.

No more Max.

She reached into the back of the cabinet until her hand encircled a large bottle of exactly what she wanted. Pulling it out with a satisfied smile, she looked down into the clear liquid with a smirk.

Vodka always made the night interesting.


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Liz smiled lazily to herself, the alcohol spreading a warmth throughout her body that she had only ever felt one other time before – when she was with Max. And that time the warmth had mostly been situated between her legs.

Stumbling to stand up Liz wondered just what exactly he was doing right this instant. She hoped that he was drinking as well, because there was nothing better than her new best friends Jim, Jack and Johnny. The vodka had gotten old rather fast and she had gone back to the cupboard for something with more appeal, which was when she stumbled across her three favourite boys.

She wanted everyone to feel as good and she did right now, like she was on top of the world, like she could fly if she wanted to. An idea suddenly struck through the foggy haze that was her brain and Liz knew what had to be done.

It was time to pay a little visit to the King.












And so we have reached the climax of my very first fan fic. Woot!

*happy dance*

It only took me 38 chapters. Lol. Still, i'm quite proud of this fic. Its far from over, but the fun is really about to begin.. so is the nookie, in a sense. But it may not turn out as all its cracked up to be.


Thanks for your fb guys, glad your liking it so far and thank you for still reading after all this time.

I cant give you an exact date of when the next update will be so sorry but i'lll try my hardest.

<center>Chapter 39</center>



“Maria? What's wrong?” Michael asked in surprise when he opened his front door to find his girlfriend standing on it with a strange look on her face.

“Nothings wrong. Why would anything be wrong?” She asked, feigning ignorance and wringing her hands in front of her chest.

Michael eyed her curiously. There was something about the blonde standing in front of him that had his entire body on alert. He could feel it in the air, something big was about to happen, something that would change their lives

“Because it’s like 1 in the morning and you’re standing on my doorstep when usually you just walk straight in.” He said with a touch of worry in his voice.

“I didn’t think you would have your door open. Most people usually lock their door at night, you know?” Maria said with a roll of her green eyes, trying to hide behind the sarcasm her voice was suddenly lacking.

“You have a spare key.” Michael countered incredulously, crossing his strong arms over his chest and staring down at her with a raised eyebrow.

He wasn’t buying it and she didn’t blame him. Maria let out a defeated sigh and self-consciously wrapped her arms around her waist. Her eyes were trained to the ground and her strong stance slackened, replaced by that of a mentally and physically defeated girl.

“What's wrong?” Michael asked with his brow drawn together. He reached out a hand and gently placed it on her shoulder. She lent into him, sighing despite herself and preparing herself for the explosion she knew her words would cause.

“I need to talk to Liz.” Maria said softly, her gaze still never leaving the ground. She missed the brief relieved smile that crossed over Michaels face, a smile that he quickly covered with his usual stern expression.


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The girl stumbled across the manicured lawn of 6025 Murray Lane, running sideways into a bush and letting out a small hiccup followed by a fit of giggles, filling the air of the silent street. She apologised to the shrub and continued to stagger across the grass.

“Woops-ees. You should watch where yous going there Mr Tree, if dat ist your real name!” She slurred to the maple tree that seemed to jump in front of her and block her way. Her foot got caught on a root that had broken the surface and she fell flat on the ground, rolling over onto her back and laughing hysterically up at the starry sky above her.

She didn’t exactly know why it was funny, but feeling the cold dew on the grass seep into her clothes and the cold night air surround her was the funniest thing she had even felt. Suddenly, the girl remembered why she was here and went about finding the person she was looking for.

“Maxxx…” She yelled in a sing song voice, still laying on her back on the damp grass and staring at the sky. “Maxxxie waxy woo, where are yooooooou?”


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This was progress. It may not be much, it may even be just so Maria could ask Liz for something of hers back, but that fact that she was ready to even look at the girl was classed as progress to Michael.

“Um… Liz isn’t here Maria.” He said with a knowing smirk that she once again missed because her eyes were trained on her feet.

“I know that. I just… I need to talk to her and…”

Maria stumbled to get the words out. It was hard enough admitting to him that she wanted to talk to Liz, let alone why she was here instead of at the Crashdown doing just that.

The truth was she was scared. Scared of how Liz would react to what Maria wanted to talk to her about. Scared to admit that she was wrong all along. Most importantly, she was scared that Liz would never forgive her.

If she had Michael there then she would be strong. He would help her, support her when her legs caved in and comfort her when her best friend shut her out forever. He would be her pole. He would help her be strong.

“Let me quickly get my shoes and my keys and we can go.” He said with a small smile, hoping that finally things were falling into place.

Maybe, just maybe, this was where the chaos ended.


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The girl had no recollection of where she was or how she got there, all she knew was that somewhere around here was Max, if only she could remember where she had put him.

Her head spun and her legs hurt from the walk across town but the urge to find him had been so strong. Now, as the darkness folded around her and the world started to spin, all she knew was that Max was here somewhere and he was hiding from her, but she would find him sooner or later.

“Max?” The girl cried quietly into the night, starting to slowly get worried by his sudden lack of presence. She looked around, turning her head in every direction but she couldn’t find him anywhere. A wave of nausea fell upon her and she closed her eyes, unconsciously swaying from side to side from her seated position on the ground, but even the feeling of sickness in her stomach would not prevent her from finding him.

A medium sized rock over by the front steps of the house caught her eye and she crawled as best she could over to it curiously, falling over several times as the world spun around her.

“Stop moving.” She ordered in a mumble, slapping her hand down hard on the cold grass underneath her as if to stop everything about her moving so fast. Satisfied with her small moment of clarity and stillness, she attempted to crawl the rest of the distance in the darkness until finally she reached the rock.

Picking it up gently, the girl lifted it up and looked underneath, pulling the rock right up to her face and studying it with a scrutinizing gaze. She turned it over in her hands, covering every inch of it with her stare.

“Hellooow? Maxxxxie, are yooous there?” She slurred in a shout at the rock in her hands, hearing no answer. She opened her mouth to yell at the rock again, convinced that Max was hiding underneath it when a bright light flashed in her eyes.


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He felt numb. Like his entire body was lifeless and all that was left was his thoughts.

He had been lying in the exact same position since Tess had left sometime earlier that night, stuck in a state of limbo. He couldn’t sleep yet the energy he needed to get off the bed and do something was long gone. His body was physically exhausted but his mind was racing.

Max’s thoughts drifted back to last year when things were so much simpler for everyone. He had never smiled as many times as he had in the brief period that he and Liz were together, before Tess and Nasedo decided to make their presence known and fuck with everyone’s lives.

It was ridiculous how in such a short period of time he went from having Liz, his only wish since he had seen her in the third grade, to having a nightmare that included a kingdom to rule and a reincarnated wife to somehow remove from her permanent position attached to his leg.

He needed a plan, some way for Liz to see that they were meant to be together. Something that would bring the old Liz back to him. Right now she was just a shell, like he was, walking through life without really seeing it. They needed each other to survive.

“Maxxx…”

A memorable voice drifted in through his window and Max shook his head to clear his thoughts. All this time thinking about Liz was getting to him. He could swear he just heard her call out his name.

All he had ever wanted was to be human, and the one thing, the one person who made him feel like he was the most human person alive was ripped away from his by his past’s cold dead hands. Tess and his past was like a parasite, feeding on its host until there was nothing left.

Max sighed and rolled over on his side to stare at the blank cream wall ahead of him, willing sleep to come fast and put him out of his misery.


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Michael sighed as he climbed back down the fire escape of the Crashdown café’s side balcony. Maria was already down in the alley waiting for him with her arms wrapped around her body to ward off the cold night air. Her body shook with small sobs that she tried to conceal from his view, not wanting him to see her crying over the fact that Liz was no where to be seen.

What worried Maria about her absence wasn’t that she couldn’t talk to her. No, what worried her was that Liz had once again tried to flee Roswell, this time for good.

His feet hit the ground and Michael turned around just in time to see her wiping away the residue of escaped tears. The alley was illuminated by a street lamp further down, giving him a perfect view of her puffy red eyes.

“We can come back tomorrow Maria. She's probably just out going for a walk.” He tried to calm her nerves, but there was something inside, some instinct telling him that tomorrow might just be too late.

“No. I need to talk to her now Michael!” Maria cried helplessly. Why wasn’t she here when Maria needed her?

Because you weren’t there when she needed you, a small voice inside cried, but Maria shrugged it off, not willing to let her guilt for her recent actions cloud her mind right now.

“Well she's not here.” He replied, gritting his teeth and tightening his jaw. He had to stay calm. Getting angry wouldn’t help her in any way right now, just like Maria's constant crying wouldn’t help right now.

“I can see that.” Maria hissed back.

“Look, what the hell is so important that you couldn’t just wait until tomorrow to tell her anyway? Did you ever think that maybe she would be sleeping? Or I don’t know… I would be sleeping!”

She blinked back the tears and averted her gaze away from his stone form. How could he be like this when all she was trying to do was help her two best friends?

“We were wrong Michael.” Maria said in a gruff tone. “We were wrong all this time and Liz was right but no one would open their eyes and see it! I have been the worst friend to her all because I didn’t want to believe the truth that was staring me back in the face. Oh God, we were all wrong and Liz was all alone through this.”

“Wrong about what Maria?” He sneered back, running a frustrated hand through his hair. This was ludicrous. He should be curled up in bed sleeping right now, not running half way across town to find that the person he was looking for wasn’t home.

“About Alex’s death.”


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Max blinked from the distinct noise of someone walking up their footpath, the gravel crunching underneath their light weight. He waited to hear a key inserted into the lock, expecting it to be Isabel coming home from one of her friend’s houses instead of sleeping over like she said she was, but it never came. Alternatively, the familiar voice once again rung through his ears, the words touched with a drunken slur.

“Hellooo? Maxxxxie, are yooous there?”

He forced himself up curiously, quickly pulling on a jumper over his head and making his way down the hallway to the front door. Was he just imagining the voice or would she really be standing outside on his front porch at 1:30 am in the morning? The idea was insane but still he reached for the door nob in front of him.

He quickly flicked the switch of the front light on and swung open the door, surprised to see none other than Liz Parker laying on the ground in front of his house and staring at a large rock in her hand.

Her eyes snapped up to his and widened in delight. She struggled to stand up but triumphed with a brilliant smile, stumbling up the small steps and over to a frozen Max. Liz threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, giggling into his ear in enchantment.

“Maxie, I found you!”


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Thats right, and entire month since my last update. Woo hoo. Did i mention exams suck? I was going to post an AN but i figured that the ones reading Walking By would read the note i posted there and the others probably couldn't care where i was.

Anyhoo, thanks for ur fb guys and i'll try and write more of this but did i mention life is a bitch?

Wooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooo! I got my mojo back!


<center>Chapter 40</center>



“Liz?” He questioned with a furrowed brow. What was she doing here? More importantly, why did she smell like a large assortment of alcohols? Had she been drinking?

She breathed in deeply and sighed softly in his ear, her grip on him tightening. The sound was like music to his ears. The fact that she was so close to him that he could hear her exhale of breath was like a dream come true. He never thought they would be this close physically again.

His arms unsurely came up to surround her waist, wrapping around her small frame as Max revelled in how perfectly they fit together. It was like they were made for each other, the only thing was Liz didn’t see it. It seemed no one saw it but him.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned in a whisper. No one was home other than him to wake up, but why talk loudly when she was so close to him that he could feel her heart beat?

“I wost you… I hads to find you.” Liz slurred slightly in reply, leading Max to believe that his suspicions were right. She was drunk.

“Liz, you’re drunk,” he stated softly, pulling back to tuck a strand of her silky hair behind her small ear. She looked up at him in disbelief, vehemently shaking her head back and forth.

“He he,” She giggled uncontrollably, taking an unbalanced step out of his arms and almost falling over. “Nwo I’m nots.”

She looked up at him with big brown eyes that caused Max to groan under his breath with how tempting she looked. She was dressed in her pyjamas that were only covering a small amount of her flesh. Her hair was crazy and loose, falling down in a silk curtain around her shoulders. She looked so innocent, and if she wasn’t drunk, Max probably wouldn’t have enough restraint to stop himself from kissing her sweet lips right then.

‘But if she wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t be here in the first place,’ a little voice inside him reasoned. He let out a small sigh and ran a hand down his tired face.

“Liz, why are you drunk?” He knew that there was no way her parents would give her the alcohol, and the fact that her and Maria weren’t exactly on speaking terms ruled that way of getting smashed out. He knew that Michael and Isabel never touched the stuff, so that left one person.

“Did Kyle get you drunk?” Rage steadily surrounded all of Max’s veins at the thought of Kyle handing Liz another way of abusing herself. First, she ran away and got sick, and now, not only was she suffering from depression in one way or another, but she was drowning her sorrows.

“Kwle?” Her innocent eyes questioned him, looking up and causing her head to spin. He was so beautiful, she thought to herself through her drunken haze. Even his two heads and the third eye her seemed to have developed made him look like the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Desire for the unknown coursed through her veins and flashed in her eyes.

“Liz,” Max sighed to himself in disappointment. Not for her, but for himself. He should have found a way to help her, to make her happy by now, but he had failed and she was even more miserable than before. He looked down into her dark eyes and the urge to lock her away in his room forever where he could keep her safe she couldn’t hurt herself came on strong. She didn’t deserve any of this.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” He asked in a choked up whisper.

Liz stared up at his gorgeous face. He started to talk to her but she was too entranced by the sensual way his lips moved to focus on what he was saying. It all sounded like gibberish to her anyway. She had to get closer to his lips. The erratic way they were moving was making her dizzy trying to watch them, and if she let go of his shirt to close them with his fingers she would surely fall over from her drunken balance.

“I know that you’re in pain but please Liz, stop doing this to yourself. Talk to me, or Maria, or anyone. I hate seeing you this way. Please, you have to get better for…”

Max’s words caught in his throat, silenced by a kiss. With his lips making her woozy and her hands not able to let go, the only other option Liz had was to use her own lips to stop them moving. Gently their mouths caressed, the sickness she felt in her stomach started to dissipate but the cloudiness in her head still remained. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself steady and kissed his harder and deeper.

Max responded with just as much fervour, his head suddenly feeling dizzy and his inhibitions starting to sweep away. He got lost in the kiss, digging his hands in her sleek long hair and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like alcohol, and it was intoxicating.

As their mouths caressed and hands roamed, neither of them noticed the effect the alcohol in her breath had on Max’s senses. They both pulled apart for air, delirious smiles plastered on both their faces. Soon, they were once again locked in a heated embrace, Max lifting Liz off her wobbly feet and into his arms.

They stumbled blindly through the house, trying to keep their balance but having to find support many times from the walls when their feet managed to not quite find steady ground. Max tripped over when he entered his room, too focused on the sensations Liz’s lips were causing on his neck and shoulders to realise that in his drunken state he couldn’t walk at a forty-five degree angle.

They landed on his rumpled bed in fit of giggles, soon turning them into moans as the alcohol in their systems rose the desire pumping through their veins. With no reservations, clothes were soon lost, discarded onto the floor without a second thought. It all felt too natural, the toxins in their bodies making them forget that they had never gone this far before.

Max kissed a trail over her naked form, a goofy smile caressing the corners of his lips when Liz burst out into giggles for no apparent reason. He blew a raspberry on her stomach, joining in with her mirth and moving back up her body to seal their lips together.

Unconsciously, their bodies started a small rhythm to the imaginary music playing in their heads. Naked body against naked body, both intoxicated into senselessness, neither savouring the moment when Max’s erection slipped in between Liz’s thighs.

They continued to kiss, caress and laugh, rolling over from their sides so his muscular body was pressing her petite form into the soft mattress underneath them. The shift caused Max’s cock to sink further inside her silky depths and the frictioned movement of their lower bodies to increase to a faster pace. Max thrust himself harder up against her, filling himself all the way to the hilt without even realising it.

The moment Liz’s barrier broke, her virginity torn away in a drunken haze, everything cleared up. The alcoholic mist destroyed in one swift motion from both of their minds. Pain ripped through her body like an ice cold dagger, tearing a gut wrenching scream from deep in her throat as Max’s pace severely increased inside of her. But he too was in his own hell, unable to focus on anything but the millions of flashes surrounding him. Clarity was the most painful thing for both of them.

He was so caught up in the images of an older, darker version of himself that he never even heard her scream underneath him, or felt the thick, warm blood pooling between their legs.


TBC... dun dun dun! Sorry its short, but i gotta have a good cliff hanger.