Roswell Fanatics

Title: The Italian Fling

Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.

Couples/Category: M/L, AU

Rating: TEEN

Summary: Max and Liz meet in Rome and spend one glorious day together. What happens when they have to come back to their usual lives and deal with reality?

Author's Note: I know I shouldn't be posting another story, but since I can't keep up with writing my others, I thought I would post a fic that I have 'prepared earlier' (this is the last one I have up my sleeve, I promise). It's losely inspired by the characters in 'She's All That', but there will definately be no 'bet'. As always, please leave feedback and let me know what you think...


Chapter One

Sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of Rome, Elizabeth Parker could not believe her luck. It was almost the end of spring vacation and she had spent the last two glorious weeks in Italy staying in her grandmother’s cottage in Tuscany. She was in her final year of high school back in Seattle, and had been sent by her parents to Italy to spend spring break. Elizabeth, known as Liz to her friends, had plans of going to art school when she finally graduated, and was revelling in the opportunity to be in Italy surrounded by so much art and architecture. After visiting every art gallery and museum in Rome she was now sitting back and enjoying the scenery, watching and sketching the passing people against a backdrop of ancient buildings and ruins.

Liz had always loved spending time with her grandmother, and the two weeks spent with her had seemed to fly by. While her grandmother was busy with her chores or visiting friends, Liz would spend the time with her sketchbook or easel and sketch or paint the surrounding countryside. Her grandfather, when he was alive, had established a successful winery, which was now run by Liz’s uncle. Liz can remember numerous visits to Italy when she was a child, and had loved to watch her grandfather at work. When she was old enough she was allowed to help, and always loved the time when it came to squash the grapes marking the end of the harvest. All of the family, which, like any typical Italian family, was enormous, would gather around for the festivities, and to see fellow family members fall over in the large barrel of red grapes. Liz’s favourite memory of this time was always seeing her mother and father holding hands while jumping around in the grapes, laughing and giggling like teenagers. They always looked so much in love, and Liz would dream of the day when she would have someone to love, and who loved her, as much as her parents loved each other.

Unfortunately the past was a drastic change from the scenes of today. During the last few months, her parents had begun to argue and fight. It started with a few arguments about her father’s late nights at work, but had since deteriorated into abuse slinging or ‘the silent treatment’, whenever they were in the same room. Liz half suspected that the reason she was sent away was to get her out of the middle, and hoped that the space and time alone together would help put their relationship back on track. She secretly dreamed of arriving at the Seattle airport in a few days and finding them there arm in arm. It was the naive wish of a child who could not comprehend the possibility that her parents were falling out of love with each other.

Liz herself had little experience of love. At school she was dedicated to her study, and felt no desire to hurry and find a boyfriend. Besides, there had never been anyone in her school that she was remotely interested in. She never believed in dating for the sake of it, so was currently single and happy with it that way. She knew that college would give her ample opportunity to spend hours choosing the right outfit and doing her makeup, only to be disappointed that she had found yet another guy that was wrong for her.

As she sat there musing over the past, and thinking about what the future may hold, she was interrupted by the sound of a voice next to her.

“Scusi. Parlare inglese?”

Liz looked up to see a handsome guy staring down at her. He looked as though he belonged in the movies, or at least, on a billboard somewhere. He was gorgeous, immaculately dressed in the latest gear, and looked about her age. He was the type of guy that she had seen at school who was considered unapproachable, and was always dating the most popular girls - usually cheerleaders. Liz looked around to make sure he was talking to her before she replied “Si”.

“Thank goodness. My Italian is not that good, and I am totally lost. Can you help me out with some directions?” The mystery guy said in an American accent. Liz couldn’t believe how nice it was to hear that familiar accent again. On hearing his voice she began to get homesick, yet felt comforted at the same time.

“Sure.” Liz answered. It was his turn to be surprised.

“An American? Thank God. I have been here for two weeks and you are the first American I have met. Isn’t it a coincidence, that out of all of these people standing around, you were the one I chose to talk to?” He said smiling.

“Must be fate. How can I help you, uh ...” She asked trying to remember if he had introduced himself or not.

“Max. Max Evans.” He said putting out his hand. Liz took it in hers and shook it as she said, “I’m Elizabeth, but my friends call me Liz.”

“Nice to meet you Liz. But ... your friends are not here?” Max said looking around.

“Uh .. not just at the moment. I am going to meet them later.” Liz lied. She had heard too many stories of seemingly innocent looking men preying upon young women. “How about you? Are you here with anybody?” Liz asked inquisitively, silently praying that he would say no.

“I was here with my family, but they had to return early. Some urgent business of my Dad’s came up, but I decided to stay on. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

“So ... where did you need directions to?”

“Directions? Oh, yeah. I had planned on checking out the Sistine Chapel while I was here, but I am having trouble following the hotel porter’s directions to the Vatican.”

“You’re interested in art?” Liz asked, not able to hide her surprise.

“Of course. Why are you so shocked? I would be interested to know what opinion you have already formed about me.” Max exclaimed.

“I haven’t ... I mean ... I just thought ...” Liz stammered, blushing from embarrassment.

“You just thought, ‘here is an incredibly good looking, athletic and may I say - very modest guy, who is obviously a jock, with no thoughts in his head besides where to find a sports bar to catch the latest Lakers game’.” Max stated.

“No, that is not what I was thinking…” Liz apologised. “It’s just that in my limited experience I have never met a guy who would spend his last day in a foreign country in a museum. But I am glad I’m wrong. I am sorry.”

“Well then, I accept your apology. But to make up for it, you’re gonna have to show me where to find the chapel personally. I really am hopeless at following directions.”

“I don’t know ...” Liz hesitated, still imagining the worst.

“It’s okay. I don’t bite. You’ll be perfectly safe with me, and I’ll have you back in time to meet your friends.” Max persuaded.

Liz gave in, and they set off through the busy streets of Rome, dodging scooters and smart cars as they went.

“By the way.” Liz began, as they attempted to run for their lives across another pedestrian crossing the Italian drivers liked to ignore, “the Lakers defeated the Grizzlies 104 to 98.”

And it was Max’s turn to be shocked.


Chapter Two

As they wandered the rooms of the Vatican Museum, Liz and Max were soon immersed in conversation about their favourite artists and movements. They soon agreed that post-impressionism was by far the best period in European art, but Michelangelo was their favourite artist. Liz had visited the museum the previous day, but she was glad to be able to share the experience with someone else. Liz giggled at the awe on Max’s face when they finally reached the Sistine Chapel, and the fact that they were the last ones to leave when the bells began to chime announcing the closure of the museum. She practically had to drag Max out of the chapel, and he soon got the hint that it was time to leave when menacing looking Swiss Guards began looking at them sternly. As they were leaving, Liz and Max laughed at the fact that the Swiss Guards could still manage to look menacing while wearing orange and blue striped pyjamas and floppy hats, and agreed it probably had something to do with the firearms they were holding.

As they left the building, they walked back through the streets in no particular direction. They soon found themselves leaning against the railing of a bridge near the ‘Castel St. Angelo’ watching the sunset.

“I guess we had better get back to meet your friends, they will be wondering where you are.” Max said, after the last sliver of sun had fallen below the horizon.

“Uh yeah … about that… I have a confession to make. I am not here with friends, I just said that in case you were a psychopathic killer.” Liz confessed.

“And now you don’t think so?” Max smiled.

“Well, I am willing to take my chances. And besides, I know how to call for help in Italian.” Liz laughed.

“So ... what are you doing in Italy on your own?” Max asked.

“I came to spend my spring holidays with my grandmother in the country. I will be flying home tomorrow.”

“Where’s home?”

“Seattle.”

“Is that where your parents are?” Max kept the questions coming.

“Yes … no doubt yelling at each other as we speak.” Liz said dejectedly.

“They don’t get on anymore?”

“Not lately. I think that is why they sent me to Italy - to get me out of the picture for a while. I just hope they have been spending the time to sort everything out.”

“I am sure they are.” Max said optimistically.

They were both silent for a while, Liz thinking about her parents back home, and Max thinking about his own parents. They never fought, or at least not in front of him or his sister, and were very open in displaying affection for each other. He was suddenly thankful that they were still together, which is more than he could say for most of the people at his school. Many of his friends had multiple stepparents over the years; others were constantly being moved from one parent to the other. Max’s home life was perfect in comparison.

“Are you hungry?” He asked trying to divert Liz’s thoughts.

“Yeah I am, and I know a great place just near here.” Liz replied.

Less than fifteen minutes later they were seated in a small Italian restaurant pondering a menu. It was in Italian so Liz had to translate. While they waited for the food to be brought out they began to talk again.

“How often have you been to Italy? You seem to know the place well.” Max asked.

“Quite often. My mother is Italian, and my parents met each other here. We would always come back to visit every year or so ever since I could remember. This is the first time I have come alone.” Liz replied.

“There was no one else back home that you could bring?” Max asked.

“You mean like a boyfriend?” Liz asked.

“Well, yeah.” Max blushed.

“No. No boyfriend. How about you, anyone special back home?”

“Uh ... no. No one special.” Max said, and then changing the subject, “So, are you in your final year of high school?”

“Yeah, and you?”

“‘fraid so. Any plans for next year?”

“I have applied to a few art schools, but I don’t know what my chances are. It’s very competitive.”

“I am sure you will breeze through. I would love to see some of your work.” Max said.

“Really? I have my sketch book here. But … I don’t know you that well, so I don’t know if I would feel comfortable showing you.” Liz hesitated.

“Because you don’t know me that well would be the perfect reason to show me. I am in the best position to give constructive criticism.” Max offered, his hand outstretched to take the sketchbook.

“Well ... alright. But I want you to be brutally honest. I cannot be friends with anyone who doesn’t tell the absolute truth.” Liz said handing over her sketches.

Max began flipping through the pages and was astounded by the quality of the sketches.

“What’s wrong?” Liz asked worried.

“This is fantastic. You have a fantastic technique and eye for detail. I love what you have done here.” Max said putting the book on the table and pointing to one of Liz’s sketches of her grandmother’s house.

“These drawings are unbelievable. You could make a fortune selling your work. In twenty years time I shall be walking into galleries and seeing whole rooms devoted to ‘Art by Liz’. You would make your parents proud.” Max exclaimed.

“I doubt that very much.”

“Why?”

“My parents do not believe art to be a profession, only a hobby. They would prefer that I went to study business or some other equally useful field.”

“Don’t listen to them. You have to do what is right for you and not what someone else tells you to do. Don’t ever forget that.” Max counselled.

“I know, I know. Thanks for the pep talk.”

They spent the rest of the meal going through each sketch one by one, until they were the only two customers left in the restaurant, and the manager began to close up for the night. Liz and Max paid the bill and walked out into the dark street that was now completely empty of all of the bustling crowds that had filled the streets earlier that night.

“I was wondering,” Max began, “whether you would be able to sketch a picture of me? It’s my mum’s birthday in about a month, and it would be a great present for her. I know she would love it.”

“Well, yeah I guess. It’s a bit too dark now though.” Liz responded.

“We could always go back to my hotel room.” Max offered, but after seeing the worried look on Liz’s face, he added, “I won’t try anything funny, I promise.”

“Well ... I don’t know. I don’t think I would feel comfortable.”

“What about your room? And I promise to leave whenever you ask me to. It would just be really great if I could get a picture for my mum, and I’m leaving too early in the morning to do it then.” Max persuaded.

“Oh, alright. I don’t really feel like sleeping yet anyway.” Liz agreed, while inwardly berating herself for inviting a strange boy into her hotel room. Her mother would have a coronary if she ever found out.


Chapter Three

They started to head back to the direction of Liz’s hotel, which was not far away. When Liz opened the door, she quickly picked up a few clothes lying on the floor and made a space on the chair for Max to sit.

“Now how do you want me?” Max asked.

“Just where you are is fine.” Liz answered taking her place opposite Max on the bed. “Now don’t move.”

The next hour was spent by Liz sketching and Max asking a lot of questions. That was until Liz realised that they had been talking about her for most of the night and she still knew very little about Max.

“I don’t think I have asked you yet, what part of the states are you from?” Liz asked.

“L.A. born and bred.”

“Please don’t tell me you live in Beverly Hills.” Liz joked. “Last summer I met a few guys from Beverly Hills, and I can tell you they could talk of nothing else but their precious cars and designer label clothing. I really find that kind of snobbery unbearable.” Max only laughed and changed the subject. He did in fact live in Beverly Hills, owned a brand new Jeep and had a closet full of Calvin Klein and Versace.

“Have you been to L.A. before?” Max asked.

“Yeah, a few times. My aunt lives there, and I have been with my mother to visit her occasionally. It is a very big place, but the weather is a nice change from the constant rain in Seattle... Now be quiet while I sketch your lips.”

Max obeyed, and spent the next few minutes just looking at Liz. When Liz looked up from her sketchpad and saw Max staring at her she suddenly got very self-conscious.

“What’s wrong? Have I smudged charcoal on my face?” Liz asked, wiping her cheeks.

“No, but you have two beautiful blue eyes.” Max said getting up out of his chair and walking over to sit by her on the bed. “And a pair of soft kissable lips.” He said leaning in and kissing her.

Liz was caught of guard for a moment, but she could not help but return his kiss with as much passion, dropping her sketchbook in the process. Max lowered Liz down onto the bed where they lay together kissing as though they had known each other forever.

When finally they broke apart, they both stared into each others eyes.

“Um ... sorry. I wasn’t planning on doing that.” Max apologised.

“I’m glad you did. It was nice.”

“I think I had better go now. If I stay any longer I don’t think I could bring myself to leave.” Max said getting up and grabbing his jacket.

“That’s probably a good idea.” Liz said, although inwardly wishing that he would stay.

“I had a really great time today.”

“Me too.”

“Would you mind if I called you sometime back in the States? Or maybe I could come and see you after school’s finished.”

“I would really like that.” Liz said writing her number on a piece of hotel paper by the phone.

“Thanks. Well, have a good trip home. I hope everything is alright with your parents when you get there.”

“Thankyou. You too.” Liz replied.

Max leant over and kissed her one more time, and for the first time in her life, Liz felt a longing for someone. None of the boys at her school back home ever gave her the same butterflies in her stomach. Max eventually pulled away and walked to the door.

“I hope we will see each other again soon.” Max said.

“Me too.” Liz replied.

“Bye.” Max said, and in an instant he was gone.

Liz closed the door and sat back down on the bed. The bedspread was ruffled from where they had laid together. She looked to the ground and saw the sketch of Max still in her sketchbook. In the confusion she had forgotten to give it to him. She ran the tip of her finger over the sketch and thought about what an unexpectedly wonderful time she had had that day. When she woke up that morning she had not expected to be spending the day with such a nice guy. That night she fell asleep with dreams of when she would see Max again.

Thanks everyone. Erina - you are too observant for your own good!! Yes - eyes should have been brown, not blue - don't you hate it when your head says one thing, but your fingers type another? Nevermind ...


Chapter Four

The entire journey home, Liz had the headphones on to try and get her mind off home, but was not succeeding. She secretly hoped that her parents would arrive at the airport arm in arm, but she also had a strange sense of foreboding. In an effort to distract herself she thought of Max. He was the nicest guy she had ever met, and was the first person with which she felt she could share in her passion for art. Why did he have to live so far away? She had been too dazed by the kiss, and his immediate disappearance to think that she should have asked for his number, and now she was kicking herself. She had horrible images of him losing her number and them both spending their life wandering the earth looking for each other, ‘Serendipity’ style.

Walking into the arrival hall Liz spotted her mother who was furiously waving. She looked for her father but he was nowhere in sight. Liz was disappointed but still hoped there was a chance that her parents had made peace.

“Hi Honey.” Her mother said.

“Hi Mum. Where’s Dad?” Liz asked looking around.

“He couldn’t make it. Come on, let’s go.”

Liz could sense that something was up but her mum did not want to talk about it there, so Liz gathered her luggage and they headed outside. When they got to the car Liz saw that it was packed with other suitcases.

“Mum?” she asked hesitantly. “What’s going on?”

“Get in the car, I’ll tell you on the way.”

“On the way where?”

“Los Angeles.”

“What?” Liz exclaimed.

“Your father and I have separated, and we are going to stay with my sister for a while.” Her mother said bluntly, starting the engine.

“So that is why you shipped me off to Italy, so I couldn’t have a say in this decision? Why didn’t you try harder to make it work? Don’t you love dad anymore?” Liz was starting to get angry and was taking it out on her mother.

“It is not that simple. You don’t know all of the facts. It was not an easy decision to make.”

“Well then tell me all of the facts. Don’t I have a right to know?” Liz demanded.

“Okay ... Your father is having an affair...” Her mother blurted.

“What?”

“…with his secretary.” Her mother finished.

“But ... how did you find out?”

“I went to surprise him one night at the office, hoping the romantic gesture would help fix our marriage. Well I found him there ... they were together ...” Her mother could not finish without tears welling in her eyes.

“How long?”

“Almost a year now ... a whole year and we had no idea. All those late nights in the office.” Her mother shuddered.

Liz was silent for a while, letting it all sink in.

“So why L.A? What about school?”

“I have talked to your school and the one in L.A. They said it would not affect your ability to get into college. And I need your Aunt Susan’s support right now. Please try to make the best of it. You may find you like Los Angeles.” Her mother offered.

Liz spent the next hour thinking everything over, and it suddenly dawned on her that Max was in L.A. somewhere. The only problem was she didn’t know where. She didn’t have his number, or his address, and there would probably be more than one ‘Evans’ in the phone book. He had her number, and she hoped her father would pass on her aunt’s number if he tried to call.

“Is dad keeping the house?” Liz asked.

“No. He moved out a week ago and it is now on the market.”

‘Great’, thought Liz. Now she had no way of finding Max. Los Angeles is such a big place, and she would probably never see him again.

* * * * *

A few days later, after spending a few nights in shabby motels just off the freeway, they arrived at Liz’s aunt’s home on the outskirts of Beverly Hills. There were three days left until the beginning of school term, and Liz spent them moping around the house. She really didn’t feel like going out on her own in a strange city, and had seen all of the attractions on previous trips. Liz spent time thinking about her dad, and of Max. To fill in the endless hours of solitude she sketched Max’s face from memory. Even if she never saw him again, at least she would never forget what he looked like.

Chapter Five

The first day of school was a daunting thought. Not only was she starting a new school without knowing a single person, but also she was enrolled at West Beverly High. West Beverly was known for its aristocratic student body, all complete with designer wardrobes, expensive cars and nose jobs. Liz was not sure how she would fit in, but was comforted in the fact that it was only until the end of the year, and if worse came to worse she could hide out in the art labs all term.

To her relief, the first day of school began much less harrowing then she had expected. After receiving her timetable from the counsellor’s office, she was escorted to her first class - English.

“We have a new student here today Mr Simmons, a Miss Liz Parker.” The counsellor introduced her before quickly turning and striding down to hall where all the miscreants of the school were already lined up outside her door.

“Ah, well, Liz. There is a chair down the back that is free.” Mr Simmons said pointing to the end of the second row.

As Liz made her way to the back, she tried to avoid noticing all of the eyes surveying her as she past. ‘Please let them like me’ she thought.

To her relief, as soon as she sat down, a girl to her right leaned over and said, “Hi. I’m Maria. Welcome to West Beverly.”

“Thanks.” Liz replied.

“Can I see your timetable?” And after scanning it for a moment she continued, “We are in almost every class together, except art. If you stick with me today, I will help you settle in, introduce you to the gang.”

“Thanks.” Liz replied, but was quickly silenced by Mr Simmons beginning the lesson.

When the bell rang, the entire class grabbed their books and quickly left the room in ordered chaos. Liz and Maria were the last to leave, and when they emerged into the crowded hall they had time to talk until they reached their next class.

“So where are you from?” Maria asked.

“Seattle.”

“Why did you move to L.A.?”

“My parents split over the holidays, so my mum and I moved to stay with my aunt for a while.”

“Well you will fit right in here. There are very few of us left whose parents are still together. My parents split when I was five, so I can’t even remember what it was like to have them together.”

“That’s terrible.” Liz replied, suddenly being thankful that her parents lasted as long as it did.

“Not really. Now both of my parents are remarried, and try to outdo each other with the size of their gifts to me, so I can have anything I want.”

The next few hours were spent moving from one class to the next, seeing virtually the same faces in the rows of each class, and being taught something that was entirely dull and irrelevant to anything they may ever use. At lunch, Maria guided Liz through the maze of the cafeteria, and then joined the ‘gang’ outside at one of the benches. Some of them were faces Liz had seen earlier that day, and others were still unknown to her.

“Hey everybody, this is Liz, Liz this is the gang.” Maria introduced each person one by one, Kyle, Vicki, Alex, Isabel and Maria’s boyfriend Michael.

“Where’s the married couple?” She asked the group.

“The married couple?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, Evan and Tess. They have been together for so long that we nicknamed them the married couple.” Maria answered.

“Tess is in a tis about something so Evan has gone to straighten her out.” Michael answered Maria.

“Again? You’ll meet them later I am sure.” Maria said turning to Liz. “Evan is the student body president, and he and Tess are the most likely candidates for Prom King and Queen.”

They both sat down, and soon the questions began pouring forth. They were the same ones, where did she come from, why did she move etc. The topic of conversation then got onto spring break, and what they all did. Most of the group stayed in L.A. and spent most of their days down the beach together, so they were eager to hear about how Liz spent her break.

“I was in Italy, visiting my grandmother. She has a vineyard just out of Florence.”

“Italy, how romantic!” Isabel said. Isabel was the hopeless romantic of the group, who felt it was her duty in life to match up all of her available friends. “Did you meet any cute Italian boys?”

“Italy is full of lots of cute Italian boys.” Liz said trying to be vague. She didn’t want to lie, but she also didn’t want to open up to someone like Isabel. Luckily she was ‘saved by the bell’, and everyone left to get to class.

“So did you meet anyone?” Maria asked when they were alone.

“Actually I did, but I really didn’t want to say anything in front of all the others.” Liz said.

“That was a smart move. Isabel can let her mouth run away with her at times. But go on, give me the details.” Maria urged.

“Well it wasn’t actually an Italian boy I met; he was American - from L.A. as a matter of fact. He was really sweet, someone you could just relax around. I wish I had his number, so I could catch up with him again. It would nice to get to know him better.”

“What was his name?”

“Max Evans.”

“Well, maybe you’ll run into him one day. L.A. can be smaller than you think. ” Maria said as they arrived at their next lesson.

Chapter Six

The last lesson of the day was art, and Liz was relieved to finally have a moment to herself. She went through her portfolio with her teacher, and after some guidance she got started on a new project. When Liz was at liberty to think about the day so far, she wondered whether she would see Max again someday. Maybe they would run into each other at the mall, or down the beach. When bell rang to announce the end of the school day, Liz was still imaging all they ways she could bump into Max again. She tidied up her work, washed the paint off her hands, and headed back out into the sunshine. Maria was waiting for her outside the door to the art building.

“Hi. If you don’t need to be home in a hurry, I thought you might be interested in watching the soccer team practice? Michael is in the team, and I usually stay around to watch.”

“Sure.” Liz was not at all interested in sport, but she was glad to make friends so quickly.

They walked over to the field, which was right on the edge of the school, and sat down on the bleaches. They had a view of the entire oval where the boys were running up and down the field after a white and black ball. Off to the side were the cheerleaders, also using the time to practice their jumps and handstands. Liz could not help but laugh at them. She had never understood why anyone in their right mind would want to be a cheerleader, wearing the shortest skirts imaginable, and cheering at the tops of their voices for one of the boys to put the ball into the net.

“See number twelve? That is Michael. Isn’t he great?” Maria said, obviously very proud of her boyfriend. “… and do you recognise number five?” Maria asked.

Liz studied number one for a moment, and her jaw dropped open. It was Max, her Max, no more than fifty metres away from her.

“I told you that you may see him one day soon.” Maria said on seeing Liz’s reaction. “Max is Michael’s best friend, and I happened to know that he spent some time in Italy during spring vacation.”

The practice was evidently at an end, and the boys began walking over to the benches in front of where the girls were sitting, to grab their gym bags. Liz’s eyes were on Max as he walked over talking to some of his friends in the team. He was less than a few metres away, and she was sure he would soon see her. She was thinking about what she would say when she saw the head cheerleader run up to Max, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He kissed her back, before she ran back to her squad. Liz was in disbelief.

“Oh yeah. That’s Tess, Max’s girlfriend. I should have warned you. I’m sorry.” Maria said.

“The married couple...” Liz said, remembering the conversation at lunch.

“Yeah.”

Liz was quite for a moment then jumped up and grabbed her school bag.

“I suddenly remembered that I have to be home for something. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you alright Liz?” Maria asked.

“Fine. I just have to get home.” Liz replied.

On looking around though she realised that the only way down from the bleachers was via the stairs immediately in front of where Max was standing. There was no way out without him seeing her. She could stay where she was and hope he didn’t look up, but she needed to get out of there so she could think. Liz was about to race down the stairs, when Max saw her. They stood for a moment just staring at each other. Liz could see that Max was shocked, as she had been, and was trying to work out what she was doing there. When Liz couldn’t take the staring contest anymore she began to race down the stairs. When Max saw this he jumped the bench where he was standing and caught up to her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“Liz?” He questioned.

“Let go of me.”

“Sorry.” Max said realising he was still holding onto her. “But what are you doing here? I tried to call you but the number was disconnected.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, stay and tell me.”

“I think you have already got your hands full.” Liz said looking over at the cheerleaders. Max followed her eyes to see what she was referring to. When he saw Tess he remembered the kiss, which Liz must have seen.

“You’re referring to Tess.” Max sighed.

“Yes, that would be the girlfriend you lied about.” Liz replied. “I have to go.”

Liz quickly took off through the school, and though Max called out to her, he did not try to stop her this time. He walked back to his team mates who were heading off to the locker room to shower and change. He spent a longer time than usual in the shower, with a sick feeling in his stomach thinking about what Liz must be thinking of him.

When Liz arrived home, she ran straight up to her room, ignoring the inquiries from her mum as to how her first day was. She pulled out her sketchbook and pulled out all of the drawings of Max, and bundled them in a shoebox with the other paintings of him. Hiding the under her bed, she hoped that it would help to forget about him, and about Italy. Her mum knocked on the door to her bedroom and let herself in.

“Are you alright Liz? School was okay wasn’t it?” Her mum asked concerned.

“Yeah it was fine. I am just tired that’s all.”

“Alright love. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

“Thanks Mum.”

When Liz’s mum left the room Liz had time to think about Max. Why had it upset her so much? It was not as though they had made any promises to each other, or that he had told her that he felt anything for her. The fact was that they barely knew each other. She did like him, and had thought that he liked her too, but that does not justify her reaction. No, she was more upset by the fact that he had lied to her, and had obviously lied to his girlfriend as well. She had given Max the opportunity to tell her if he was seeing anyone seriously, and he had said no. He had lied to her, and that was what she could not tolerate. No doubt he had not told his girlfriend about them either, so was lying to her now.

Liz resolved that she would not let him get to her again, and would concentrate on finishing the rest of the school year without any more distractions. She had spent too much time thinking about Max lately, and she could not afford to anymore. Her school career was almost over and she had to concentrate on getting into college, and that would require more work than she had put in the last few days.

Wow, you guys a great. I'm glad you are all enjoying it. And I hope this part offers enough explanation and redeems Max slightly in your eyes


Chapter Seven

The next day at school Liz was at her locker when she saw Max walking up to her. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet, but was having trouble with her lock, and by the time she had it fixed he was standing next to her.

“Liz, can I talk to you?” Max began.

“There is nothing to talk about.” Liz said as she went to walk away. Max grabbed her arm and she was unable to move without causing a scene.

“Please let me go.” Liz pleaded.

“No, not until I explain everything. I hate feeling that I have hurt you.” Max began.

“Oh don’t worry about that. You haven’t hurt me. I am just glad I had the opportunity to find out now what you are really like before I waste anymore time on you. You’re no different then every other guy I have ever met.”

“Liz, please let me explain.”

“No need. I know exactly what you did. You used me to fulfil your own selfish needs, and I stupidly fell for the whole routine.”

“That’s not true.” Max denied.

“It’s not? Tell me, does your girlfriend know what you got up to in Italy or are you lying to her too?” Liz said cuttingly.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Oh, I think it is.” Liz said as the bell rang hailing the beginning of first period. “Goodbye Max.” She said as she rushed off to class.

Liz managed to avoid Max for the rest of the day, and then for the rest of the week. By hiding out in the art room every lunch break and hurrying from class to class, Liz even avoided Maria when she thought Max might be with her. On Friday Liz began to feel lonely. She only knew two people, other than her family, in L.A. and she was avoiding both of them. Liz was in the art room as usual at the beginning of lunch, and was contemplating whether she had done the right thing by cutting off contact with Max, when she heard the door open behind her. She assumed it was her teacher coming back in the room, but instead she turned around to see Max.

“I thought I might find you here.” Max said as he stood opposite her on the other side of the bench. He cast his eyes over her work.

“Wow this is fantastic. Is this your grandmother’s vineyard?” He asked pointing at her sketches.

“Yes.” Liz replied curtly.

“It’s beautiful.” Max said, his voice low, realising Liz was still angry with him.

“Thank you.” Liz said, trying to restrict the amount she said to him. She was still upset at him, but at the same time longing to have his friendship again, and was worried if she said too much she would not be able to stop. Max was studying her closely to try and read what she was thinking, but was confused.

“Liz. What can I do to make you forgive me? I really need your friendship.”

“Why? You need my vote for Prom King?” The angry Liz blurted out.

“No. I need your friendship because every time I look at you I remember the wonderful day we had together in Rome. And every second I think about you I wish that we were back there now.”

“You’re not the same guy I met in Rome. The guy I met there was, I thought, honest.”

“I am the same guy. Please let me show you.”

“Okay, then give me you explanation for lying to me.” Liz demanded.

“I didn’t mean to lie to you. The truth is that Tess and I have been together for years. Our parents were all friends so it was always expected that we would be together. You might call it a relationship of convenience. She is the most popular girl in school, I am the student body president. It was only natural that we would be together. Anyway, just before spring break, we had this huge fight, and I went off to Rome without resolving it. I thought we were over, but when I got back to school this week Tess acted as if nothing had happened. That is the truth.”

“Why didn’t you feel you could tell me this?” Liz asked.

“Because I was having such a great time with you, I didn’t want to have to think about what was happening back home.”

“Well, that is a great explanation for your behaviour in Rome, but what about now? You obviously haven’t told her what happened.” Liz said.

“I have tried, but then, I never thought I would see you again.” Max tried to excuse himself.

“That shouldn’t matter. Don’t you think your girlfriend should have the opportunity to decide whether she wants to be with you anymore? I don’t know her, but I know she deserves the truth. It is only fair.”

“You’re right. I know. But what about us? Can we be friends again?”

“I’m sorry but I can’t be friends with someone I don’t trust, and I don’t trust you.” Liz answered, as she tried to concentrate on her work in front of her. She didn’t want to look at Max in case she was unable to stay firm to her decision.

Max stared at her for a moment, and realising that she was not going to say anything more he sighed.

“Fine.” Max said as he walked out of the art room, slamming the door behind him.

A single tear ran down Liz’s cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.

‘You did the right thing.’ she told herself, her head trying to convince her heart that she hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

* * * * *

At the end of the day Liz was getting some books out of her locker when Maria tapped her on the shoulder.

“You missed a very interesting lunch today Liz.” Maria began with a huge grin on her face.

“Why? What happened?” Liz asked, not really curious but wanting to sound interested.

“Well, Max told Tess that he had cheated on her while he was in Italy, not mentioning any names of course.”

“What did Tess say?” Liz asked, now very interested.

“Some very foul words were spoken, and it looked as though the married couple may be heading for the divorce courts.”

“Looked? What about the present tense?”

“Well it seems she calmed down quite considerably before last period, no doubt having considered how the split would affect her votes for Prom Queen.”

“So they are back together?” Liz asked.

“Yes, although I am sure Tess will be keeping Max on a much tighter leash from now on.”

Liz was silent for a moment, wondering whether to be happy or sad about what had happened.

“Are you alright?” Maria asked.

“Yeah fine.” Liz responded, trying to sound light hearted.

“How would you like to come around to my place now? We could go for a swim in the pool. I have a spare suit you could wear.”

“Sure. That sounds good.” Liz agreed, really wanting the chance to get to know Maria better.


Chapter Eight

When they reached Maria’s house, Liz was amazed by how big it was. She had seen houses like this before, had imagined the types of people who could afford them, but never once imagined she would be in one. The entire house and gardens were immaculate, kept by a full time housekeeper and gardener. Each room looked as though it could be featured in ‘Vogue’ magazine. Maria had her own balcony, full size bathroom, and a walk-in wardrobe that was as big as Liz’s entire bedroom.

As Liz was admiring the beautiful canopy bed, laid with crisp white linen, Maria was hunting around in her wardrobe for her spare bathing suit.

“Here it is.” Maria said holding up a bikini. Liz studied it for a moment.

“I can’t wear this!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?”

“Well, I have never worn anything so revealing.”

“Well it is about time you did. Besides, it’s only going to be you and me so you have nothing to worry about. You’ll look great in it.”

Liz gave in, and in a few minutes met Maria down by the pool.

“See what did I tell you? You look hot!” Maria said, lying on her towel by the pool.

Liz felt really self-conscious so jumped in the pool and did a few laps. At least then she was partly covered. Minutes later she was grateful that she was, because the gate burst open and the gang from school, led by Michael, came in.

“Hi honey. You don’t mind if we join you do you?” Michael said to Maria, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Of course not. You all remember Liz don’t you?”

“Sure we do.” Some of the gang replied, others were already jumping into the pool.

Liz was soon joined by Alex, Kyle and Isabel, who did a few laps before swimming over to her by the side of the pool.

“We haven’t seen you all week. Have you been hiding out?” Kyle asked.

“No, just busy.” Liz lied.

They talked for a while, and Liz found Kyle to be very charming, although she wasn’t quite sure how much was put on for her benefit, and how much was honest. Isabel occasionally gave Liz the impression that he was acting out of the ordinary, so Liz decided to keep herself very guarded around him.

They were soon interrupted by Michael yelling out “Hey Evans! You finally made it.” Liz turned to see Max and Tess walking through the gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I had to stop and put oil in the jeep.” Max answered.

“I’ll bet you did.” Michael joked, and the other guys laughed with him. “They say making up is half the fun.”

Max just laughed it off.

“Hey Max, Tess, have you guys met Liz here?” Michael said motioning to where Liz was sitting in the pool.

“Hi.” Tess said vaguely in between telling Maria and Isabel how annoyed she was that Max had made them late.

Max and Michael walked over to the side of the pool where Liz was.

“Liz this is Max Evans, student body president. If you have any problems this guy is your man. Max, this is Liz, new arrival at school.” Michael did the introductions.

“How are you?” Max asked cautiously, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Fine.” Liz replied, trying to manage a smile.

“You comin’ in Evans?” Alex asked.

“Uh ... yeah.” Max replied hesitantly as if not sure whether Liz would want him to or not.

Liz was taken aback by how great Max looked as he dived into the pool, and when he pushed his wet hair back from his face. She should have known that he would have a great body by the fact he was captain of the soccer team, but she really hadn’t thought to much about it. This guy obviously worked out. Max noticed her watching him, and tried to pretend he didn’t, although feeling secretly glad that she was.

Liz began to feel uncomfortable being so close to him, and decided it might be a good idea to get out of the pool. Kyle and Alex protested, but she would not stay. Liz lifted herself out, feeling very self-conscious now that she was out of the pool, and no longer having the water to deflect the image of her body in those bathers. She strutted back to her towel as best she could, hoping that she looked more confident than she felt. She was happy with her achievement when she could hear the ‘wow baby’s’ coming from the pool. Liz finally thought that perhaps she did not look that bad after all.

Seating herself down with the towel wrapped around her, she joined the other girls were deep in discussion about Max’s confession that afternoon.

“Max is the last person I could believe would do something like that.” Isabel said to Tess.

“I know. It shocked me too. But then I thought, hey, he is just a guy. They need to feel as though they have ‘sown their oats’ or whatever. Now that he is back in L.A. he is under control, and wouldn’t even think of looking at another girl.” Tess said.

“I don’t think I could be as forgiving as you. How could you take him back after he cheated on you?” Isabel asked.

Tess secretly wondered that to. She did not want to admit to herself that she had been cheated on, and tried to save face by being so forgiving.

“Well he had obviously suffered a lot for what he had done. He looked so miserable when he came to me at lunch today, so I could not help but to forgive him. Besides, it is really not his fault. I blame that Italian whore. It is all her fault that this happened.” Tess replied.

At this point Maria looked at Liz and Liz looked at the ground. She felt awful for what had happened, but could hardly be to blame since she had not known about Tess. She was about to put up a defence for the ‘Italian whore’ when Alex and Kyle ran over to her, dripping in water, picked her up and threw her into the pool. They then proceeded to get the other girls as well, with much less luck.

Max swam over to Liz who had managed to come up from the bottom without spluttering too much.

“Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Fine. Apart from the fact that your girlfriend thinks I’m a whore.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not like she knew she was talking about me. Anyway, I don’t blame her.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.” Max apologised.

“I know.” Liz said.

They were silent for a moment, treading water.

“So are we friends again yet?” Max asked.

“I don’t know.” She really didn’t. The more time she spent apart from him, the more she missed him. The more time she spent with him the more she realised how much she liked him. He deserved a second chance. Didn’t he?

A few second passed. “What about now?” He asked again.

Liz just raised her eyebrows.

“Now?” he said again.

Liz laughed.

“I am going to ask you every few seconds until you say yes. What about now?” Max grinned.

“Okay, okay, enough.”

“So we’re friends?”

“Yes.”

“Will you shake on it?” Max asked.

Liz nodded and put out her hand. Max grabbed it and pulled her under water. This time Liz came up spluttering.

“Sorry, but friends do that.” Max smiled.

“Do they? Well that means they also do this.” Liz said as she started splashing Max. He put up a good defence, and soon there was water going everywhere.

“Hey!” Tess yelled when she was splashed with some of the flying water. She turned back to the others and said, “Who is that girl anyway?”

“That’s Liz.” Alex and Kyle said as they jumped up to join in the water fight.

“Who’s Liz?” Tess asked. Maria just smiled while Isabel filled in the details.

* * * * *

When Liz got home that night, she dug around in the box below her bed to find the sketches she had made of Max in Italy. On taking it out, she remembered the day they had spent together, and how happy she had been. She was glad that they were friends again, but could not help but wish that they could be something more. Max had been so wonderful to her at Maria’s house, just like he had been in Rome. Happy, considerate, charming, ready to please, but also guarded with his girlfriend in the background.

Max obviously loved Tess, or else they would not be together, yet Liz could not see what attracted him. On watching Tess during the afternoon she was frequently astounded by Tess’s snobbery and ignorance on most topics, and her obvious distain for anything that was not beautiful or expensive - and that included people. Admittedly she was beautiful herself, and extremely popular at school, but what would happen and the end of the year when she had to step out into the real world? How would she cope in society that does not necessarily care who your father is, or whether you were prom queen in high school?

Liz took the sketch she had made for Max from the box and placed it in her school bag. Max’s mother’s birthday was surely coming up soon, and she would like him to have it to give to her.

Thanks everyone.

Angelic - Yeah he is ... but hopefully he redeems himself soon

francesca - I don't like Tess either ... (hence why she always seems to star as the evil villan in all my fics )

Erina - You may be onto something there ...

Emz80m - You hate Tess with a passion already!? ... we're only just getting started!

LairaBehr4 - C'mon, 90210 was a great show (ok - I was 12 at the time!). Hmmm ... didn't think of the legal technicalities. You're not a lawyer by any chance are you?

anonymousarfan - not soon enough if you ask me ... but then, it would be a really short story!

RASaero611 - Good point ... but maybe he's just too loyal ...

kittens - I'm not sure Max cares too much about prom votes ... I think he cares more about the fact Tess does, or he's scared she'll spout evil devil horns if he breaks up with her! (sorry, just wanted an excuse to use that evil smiley-face again!)

Okay, enough banter - here's the next chapter...


Chapter Nine

Monday morning at school, Liz slipped the sketch into Max’s locker which Maria had helped her find before class. Liz hoped that he would accept it as a peace offering, to confirm their agreement to be friends again. A few minutes after Liz had disappeared around the corner, Max opened his locker, allowing the sketch to fall out into his hands. He remembered watching Liz as she had sketched it, and how bewitched he had been by the motion of her eyes and hand over the page. He thought about giving it to his mum for her birthday as he had planned, but now that it held so many precious memories for him he did not want to part with it.

He was about to put it back into his locker when Tess came up behind him.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking the sketch from his hands.

“Nothing ... It’s a ... um ... A present for ...” Max mumbled, trying to find some way to explain.

“A present for me?” Tess exclaimed. “How sweet! Thankyou. I’ll pin it up in my locker so I can see it everyday, and it will be a reminder of how much you love me and are sorry for what happened in Italy.” Tess said walking away with the sketch.

Max could not believe what had just happened. It had taken less that a minute to lose the most precious thing he had ever been given. Now it would be hanging in Tess’s locker on display for all to see. He did not even want to think about what Liz would think of him when she saw it, which he had no doubt she would.

Later that day, Liz was walking with Maria down the corridor towards the cafeteria, when they saw Tess at her locker, obviously admiring something.

“Hey, take a look at what Max gave me today.” Tess said as they walked up to her. She stepped out of the way to reveal the sketch pinned to her locker door. “Isn’t it great?”

Maria looked at Liz, and then back at the sketch. “Yeah, sure it’s nice.”

“Max is so sweet to me, to have this specially done for me.”

“Yeah, you are so lucky.” Maria said, guessing who actually sketched the portrait. Wanting to get Liz away from the locker she said, “Coming to lunch Tess?”

“I’ll meet you out there.” Tess said, hoping that if she stayed a few minutes more she would find someone else to show the sketch to.

Liz was quiet, and Maria seemed to realise that she didn’t want to talk, so they walked the rest of the way in silence. Liz could not help tossing over in her mind how much Max must really love Tess, and how little their time in Rome had meant. She understood that he would want Tess to have the sketch, but had hoped that he would give it to his mum and she would hang it proudly in their house, giving Max a daily reminder of their time in Italy together. She began to feel sick to the stomach, and the only cause she could put it down to was jealousy - she was jealous of Tess. It was not a feeling that she had experienced often, and never over the love of another person. The only thing she knew how to do was to ignore her feelings, and hope that she would conquer them as soon as possible.

When they neared the bench, Max was already there, and, anxious to know if Liz had seen the sketch yet, he watched her approach. Liz would not look up to meet his eye, but he knew right away from the look Maria gave him that Liz had seen the sketch and was not happy. The entire lunch break Max had the urge to reach out and tell her that it was a mistake, but Liz would never meet his eye, nor could he risk Tess overhearing. Things were made worse by Tess’s continual chatter about the sketch and how sweet it was for Max to give it to her. The constant mention of it was enough to make both Max and Liz uncomfortable, and soon Liz had had enough that she grabbed her bag and quickly left. Max had to stop himself from running after her, which would undoubtedly create a scene. He hoped that she was all right, and would give him the chance to explain when Tess wasn’t in earshot.

After school Liz met Maria on the bleachers, where as usual, she was waiting for Michael to finish soccer practice. Max was on the field as well, and Liz really didn’t want to see him, but Maria was insistent that she stayed.

“Are you alright?” Maria asked.

“Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Liz responded, trying not to colour.

“Come on Liz. You know what I am talking about.”

“Yeah I know, I am just trying to practice my ‘it doesn’t bother me’ attitude, which I obviously sucked at. It really hurts that he gave Tess my sketch, but then, why should I care what he does with it?”

“Because you shared something very special with him. It’s only natural that you would want him to hold on to a reminder of that, and of you. Besides, I can see how much you like him.” Maria smiled.

“Where did you get a crazy idea like that from?” Liz said blushing.

“Oh please! It is so obvious.”

“No, you’re so wrong. Anyway, he already has a girlfriend.”

“Forget about Tess for a moment. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know ... I know that I could have fallen for the Max I met in Italy, but the Max in L.A. is so different. He is not the same guy.”

“Ah ... speak of the devil. Here he comes.” Maria said as the guys came off the field.

“Hi.” Max said.

“Hi.” Liz replied.

“Um ... I really need to talk to you but I have to get out of this gear. Will you wait for me to get back?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“You won’t run away?” Max asked.

“No.”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” Max said as he and Michael grabbed their bags and headed off to the showers.

“About what you were saying before, about Max not being the same person.” Maria said after the guys were out of hearing. “You have to remember that back home he has to deal with pressure from all sides; he can’t necessarily do what he wants to.”

“What kind of pressure?” Liz asked.

“Well, expectations from his parents, from school, his friends, and of course from Tess.”

“Everyone has pressure to deal with.”

“I know, it’s no excuse, it’s just a possible reason.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Max and Michael soon returned and Max offered them all a lift home. Liz reluctantly agreed, knowing how much he wanted a chance to speak to her alone. They found Max’s car in the parking lot, a brand new convertible Jeep. It had never occurred to her before that Max’s family had money, despite the fact that he was enrolled in West Beverly High School. She now imagined the kind of house he had - marble floors, extensive grounds, large swimming pool, and expensive art hanging on every wall. Suddenly Liz felt as though her aunt’s house was inadequate, and was embarrassed to show Max where she lived. Maybe Max thought she was rich like him, and he would think less of her when he discovered she wasn’t. Unwillingly she got into the Jeep, but spent the entire trip to Maria’s house trying to find an excuse to be dropped somewhere other than home. Unfortunately, after saying goodbye to Michael and Maria, Max insisted on taking her to her doorstep, and she was forced to give him her address.

“I have been waiting all day for an opportunity to talk to you. I know that you saw the sketch hanging in Tess’s locker, and I want to explain what happened.” Max began, as they pulled out of Maria’s street.

“There’s no need to say anything. It was a gift to you, and you had the right to do anything with it. There is no problem.” Liz answered.

“Your not angry with me?”

“No… But honestly, I am disappointed that you didn’t want to keep it for yourself.”

“I did want to keep it for myself. It was so special to me. Unfortunately Tess saw me with it this morning and thought I had it made for her. There was nothing I could say, I couldn’t tell her the truth without her knowing that you were the girl I met in Italy. And she was so happy I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t for her.”

Liz felt slightly relieved. He had wanted to keep the sketch, but she still had the overwhelming sense of how much he loved Tess that caused the green monster of jealousy start to creep back up again.

“Can you forgive me?” Max asked.

“There is nothing to forgive.” Liz said, somewhat despondent.

“Are we friends?” Max asked.

“Of course we are. Just next time I’ll have to remember to give you gifts in person.” Liz smiled for the first time.

“That would be nice.” Max said smiling in return. “It was a really great drawing. You are very talented.”

“Thankyou, but I had a good subject.” Liz complemented in return

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush.” Max smiled, pretending to modest.

* * * * *

The Jeep pulled up outside Liz’s house and Liz took a look sideways at Max to see what his reaction was. He didn’t seem to be at all shocked or disappointed as she had expected, and gladly accepted an invitation inside for a drink.

“This is a great house.” Max said, admiring the lounge room where they were seated.

“Are you serious? I mean ... I wasn’t sure what you would think of it.” Liz said.

“Why? What is wrong with it?” Max inquired.

“I just thought that you would be used to huge expensive mansions, you know, like the ones you see on the movie stars tour, and might think this is too small.”

“Absolutely not. Who wants to live in a house where you feel as though you can’t touch anything in case you break it? This is so comfortable, it feels like a home. I love it.”

Liz was relieved and began to relax a bit.

“So. You haven’t yet told me exactly how you came to be in L.A. I tried calling your number in Seattle when I got back but it was disconnected.” Max said.

“Well, when I landed at the airport my mother was there with all of our belongings packed into our car. We drove straight here to stay with my aunt.” Liz replied.

“You didn’t even go home first?”

“Nope. The house had been packed up when I was in Italy.”

“What about your friends? Didn’t you get to say goodbye?” Max asked.

“No. My best friend had moved away earlier this year anyway, and I wasn’t that close to the other people at school. There wasn’t really anyone to say goodbye to. I’m sure I haven’t been missed.”

“I couldn’t believe that.”

“Thankyou for saying that, but when even my dad doesn’t seem to miss me it’s a little hard to believe.”

“You haven’t talked to your dad?”

“No. He didn’t come to the airport, and he hasn’t called since I have been in L.A.” Liz said, trying not to let herself cry. She had often thought about him, but actually talking about him brought all of her feelings to the surface. Liz had not realised how much she needed her dad to show some sign that he loved and missed her.

“He will soon. I’m sure of it.” Max tried to encourage. “Anyway, what happened to make your parents split?”

“I told you that they haven’t been getting on.” Max nodded. “Well it turns out that for the past year my dad has been having an affair with his secretary.”

“You’re joking!” Max was shocked.

“No I’m not. My mum walked in on them in his office.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Max apologised.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s good to be able to talk to someone. My mother hasn’t mentioned it since we left the airport.”

“How is your mum doing?” Max asked.

“She’s alright. She seems to be coping, but obviously it has meant a big upheaval in our lives - selling our house, moving to a different state, new schools, new jobs, but we will be fine.” Liz said.

“So have you seen much of L.A. yet?”

“Not this time. A few years back I spent a few weeks here, and did the usual tourist bit, but I have been too busy this time.”

“How would you like to take Max Evans’ guided tour of L.A. this Saturday? A personal tour of the best of what this great city has to offer.” Max offered. “Santa Monica, Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great.” Liz smiled.

Their conversation was then interrupted by the sound of a key in the front door. It opened to reveal Liz’s mum and aunt who had just come back with two bags full of groceries.

“Mum, Aunt Sylvia, this is Max, a friend from school.”

“It’s nice to meet you Max. You will stay for dinner won’t you?”

“I would love to if that’s alright.” Max answered turning to Liz. Liz nodded. “Here let me give you a hand with those.” He said, taking the groceries from Liz’s mum and taking them into the kitchen.

“Such a gentleman...” Liz’s mum said, raising her eyebrows at her daughter. Liz had never brought a boyfriend home before, and Liz’s mother was enjoying the chance to tease her.

“He is just a friend mum. Besides, he has a girlfriend.” Liz responded before following Max into the kitchen.

They all sat down for a meal together, and Liz was overwhelmed by how well Max got on with her mother and aunt. They talked incessantly as though they had known each other forever, and the four of them were constantly in fits of laughter. Max asked about Liz’s mum’s background growing up in Italy, and about Liz when she was a child. He even offered to do the dishes when the meal was done. Liz attempted to protest, knowing that he probably had a housekeeper at home who did that type of thing, but he insisted. Afterwards they all sat in the lounge to talk some more.

“So Max, has Liz told you about the gallery opening.” Liz’s mum began.

“Mum!” Liz said.

“Don’t mind her Max, she is just modest. She has been asked to display some work at a new art gallery for young artists.”

“Really! That is fantastic.” Max said turning to Liz. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Oh ... I don’t know. I’m still deciding whether or not to put something in. I don't know if I am good enough.” Liz responded.

“Not good enough! Your work is brilliant! You have to show something.” Max insisted.

“I don’t know ...”

“C’mon. It’s a fantastic opportunity to get your name known.”

“Oh, alright.” Liz conceded.

“Good. Anyway it is getting late, so I had better get going. Thanks very much for dinner Mrs Parker.” Max said as he rose to leave.

Liz walked him outside and closed the door behind her.

“Look. About this art gallery thing. I would feel much better if I had someone there for moral support. Would you come with me?” Liz asked hesitantly.

“I would love to.” Max said with a smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Liz said feeling relieved.

“No problem. Well ... I guess I will see you at school tomorrow. Thanks for a great night.” Max said.

“Thankyou. It was nice to have the old Max back.” Liz said.

“What do you mean?” Max asked.

“Well ... you just seemed more like the Max I met in Italy, that’s all.”

“I guess that is because I feel so comfortable around you, like I could show you the real me.”

“You can’t show your friends?” Liz asked.

“I guess I show them pieces, but they all want me to be something different.”

“Who?”

“The popular guy. The cool guy. The jock. I don’t know ... the guy who has it all.”

“What about Tess? What does she want?”

“I guess she wants all of the above. She wants the image. She wants popularity and she wants me to help supply that.”

“What do you want?”

“Me? I don’t know. I used to think I knew. I guess I just want to be happy.”

“Are you?”

“I was tonight.”

“Well that’s a start.”

“Yeah, it is.” Max said, wanting so much to kiss her, but knowing that he couldn’t. There was a pause as they both stared at each other, both wanting to say more but restraining. Max slowly stepped back. “I had better go. Thanks again.”

“Bye.” Liz said, wishing he didn’t have to leave.

* * * * *

The next day at school Tess was in a bad mood, and let everyone know - especially Max. He was standing at his locker when Tess flew around the corner.

“Where were you last night? I tried to call you and your parents didn’t know where you were. They had assumed you were with me. Well you certainly weren’t with me last night! Where were you?” Tess demanded.

At that moment Liz happened to walk around the corner and saw the commotion. Max quickly glanced at her, and then turned his eyes back to Tess who was almost flaring at the nostrils in anger.

“I went for a drive.” Max simply said.

“A drive? Where to?” Tess demanded some more.

“I don’t know, all over. Down to the beach, up through the hills.”

“By yourself?”

“Yeah by myself.”

“Why?”

“Because I just felt like being alone. Is there something wrong with that?” Max demanded in return.

“There is actually. My parents were out for the night and I had a very special thank you to give you for the portrait.” Tess said running her finger seductively down his chest. “I guess it will just have to wait for another time when you feel like company.”

Tess left, and Max looked around to make sure Liz was no longer there. Thankfully she had long gone, and she had not heard what had just passed. He shut his locker door and walked to class.

Oooo ... you guys really don't like Max do you?? Hopefully he's almost at the end of his wussyness ... (is that even a word??)

Just enough time to post the next few chapters before I go to the Coldplay concert!! (insert happy dance here! )


Chapter Ten

When Saturday morning arrived, Max walked up to Liz’s door and rang the bell. They had barely spoken that week, his time being monopolised by Tess, but he hoped that she remembered his promise to show her the sights that day. In moments the door opened to reveal Liz, dressed for a day in the sunshine.

“Hi.” Max said. “Ready to go?”

“Absolutely. Where to first?” Liz replied.

“It’s such a beautiful day; I thought we would drive along the coast.”

“Sounds great.”

They got in his Jeep, and took off down Santa Monica Boulevard towards the beach. The sky was perfect blue, and Liz could think of nothing better than driving along the coast in a convertible Jeep. They drove in silence a lot of the way, as Liz was busy taking in the views. They passed large condos on the waterfront, with tall palm trees lining the streets. As they gradually drove further away from the city, the houses became thinner, and the views of the mountains and water increased. They had been driving for an hour or so when Max slowed the car down and pulled off to a car park on the side of the road. He shut off the ignition, and allowed Liz to take in the view in peace.

“This is my favourite beach in L.A.” Max finally said. “I love to come here and just sit and think. It is so peaceful.”

“It’s beautiful. We didn’t have beaches like this in Seattle. The sand is so golden, and there is barely a footprint.”

“Not that many people come out here. They stick to the beaches around the city. But I used to come out here with my folks, and my dad taught me to swim here. Do you want to go for a walk?”

“I would love to.” Liz replied as they got out of the car.

Liz carried her sandals in her hand and squeezed the sand between her toes. It was an unusual sensation, but she instantly loved it.

“I suppose Tess loves it down here.” Liz asked, half regretting bringing up her name the moment she said it.

“I’ve never brought her here.” Max replied.

“What? Never?” Liz asked surprised. “Not once in all the years you have been together?”

“Not once. I guess I just wanted to keep a place for myself that no one else knew about. Somewhere where I could go and just be alone.”

“But you brought me?”

Max looked at Liz for a moment and stopped walking. “I just felt the need to share it with you.”

“I’m glad you did. I think it is absolutely beautiful.”

They walked along together for a little while longer in silence before turning back to the car. They were both soaking in the sounds of the waves on the beach and a few seagulls circling.

“You know what? You are the first person I have ever been able to be silent with and not feel awkward. I think that is the test of true friendship.” Max said.

“So we passed did we?” Liz smiled, glad to know that Max felt the same way as her.

On returning to the car Liz reached into her backpack and pulled out a rectangle object wrapped in paper with a ribbon.

“I almost forgot. I brought this for you.” Liz said passing it to Max.

“For me?” Max asked surprised.

“Well ... no actually. It is for you mum. It’s a birthday present to replace the other one. I wrapped it this time to make sure she got it.”

“Is it a portrait of me?”

“Yeah.”

“But how?”

“Oh, I did it from memory.” Not wanting to admit to how many sketches she had actually done of him since they had met.

“Thank you so much. But you didn’t have to.”

“I know, I just wanted to.”

“Thanks.” Max said, placing the present in the back seat.

Max started the car and they pulled back onto the highway in the direction of the city.

“I thought we would have lunch up on Sunset. How does that sound?”

“Expensive.” Liz answered honestly. Max only laughed.

Lunch was spent ‘al fresco’ at one of the many cafes along the Sunset Strip. Liz was overwhelmed by all of the money that was being flashed around. She had gotten used to the kids at school with their expensive clothes and mobile phones, but it was an entirely different matter when they were surrounded by twenty-somethings in even more expensive clothes and flash cars. Liz felt extremely self-conscious, but soon Max had her too enthralled in conversation to be worried about what was going on around them. He was busy telling her about all of the gossip about what local movie stars and musicians had got up to at various points along the strip. Soon they were in fits of laughter and receiving very strange looks from the people at the other tables.

With lunch over, and the sun getting hotter, they decided to end back down to the beach, but this time to the local one - Santa Monica. The beach was crawling with hundreds of people, all with the same idea. Liz had been there before, but only in the middle of winter when the beach had been almost deserted.

“How good are you at rollerblading?” Max asked, pointing down to the boardwalk where people were walking, riding or blading along.

“I have never tried.” Liz answered, hoping that would end the idea.

“No time like the present.” Max said. Liz pleaded to get out of it, but Max would not take no for an answer. They hired a pair of blades each, and were soon laced up and ready to set off. Liz was wobbly at first, but with Max to hold her hand she soon got her balance and was racing ahead. They roller-bladed up and down the board walk for an hour before they decided they had had enough. Max took the blades back, and then they both headed onto the pier to take a look at the rides and sideshow games. The pier was crowded with people on dodgem cars; roller coasters and other amusements. There were clowns; souvenir sellers; and even a man spraying bubbles over everyone.

Max and Liz were standing on the end of the pier, taking in the view up and down the beach, occasionally pointing out a rollerblader who had lost their balance and fallen onto the sand. An ocean breeze began to pick up, and Liz’s hair blew into her face. Max leaned over and pulled Liz’s hair out of her eyes, pausing for a moment trying to resist the temptation to kiss her. It was even stronger than it had been before, and Max found it too strong to look away. But the moment was soon broken when Liz and Max heard a familiar voice behind them.

“Hi Evans, Liz, how are you guys going?” It was Kyle, with Tess and Isabel tailing behind. “So, what are you guys doing here?” he asked with a smirk.

By this stage Isabel and Tess were next to them and Max began to feel very uncomfortable. He hoped to God that Tess hadn’t seen the almost-kiss.

“We’re waiting for Michael and Maria, they said they would be here by now.” Max lied. “Perhaps I should give them a call.”

Max moved a few metres away to call Michael, and Liz was left alone with the other three. Tess was looking testy, Kyle was looking rather pleased with himself, and Isabel was checking her makeup in the mirror she always carried in her purse.

“So where are they?” Kyle asked Max as he rejoined them.

“Caught in traffic. They will be here any minute.” Max replied.

“What have you been doing today?” Tess asked Max, somewhat annoyed that Max had not mentioned to her that the gang was meeting here today.

“Not much, just taking it easy. How was cheerleading practice?” He asked.

“Fantastic. We did a new routine for the finals. It should be great.” Tess answered.

A quarter of an hour passed before Michael and Maria turned up.

“Sorry we’re late, I hope you guys haven’t been waiting here long.” Michael apologised. “I didn’t know everyone was going to be here.”

“You didn’t let everyone know about meeting here?” Max asked.

“No. I thought you must of.”

“I think one of you told me, and I told the girls.” Kyle interrupted. They all agreed that must be it, and began to walk down onto the beach. They spread towels out on the beach, and sat around talking. Liz was seated next to Maria, and Max was now over by Tess. Liz could not help but wish that they were still spending the day just the two of them, but Max must have wanted the whole gang to meet up that afternoon. She was surprised that with everything they had talked about that morning, he had never mentioned that the others would join them.

Soon the conversation changed to where Vicki and Alex were.

“Vicki’s got some family thing, and Alex is home getting ready for the party.” Isabel answered.

“Are you coming tonight Liz?” Kyle asked.

“Tonight?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, to Alex’s place. His parents are out of town and he is having a huge party. Come on, you have to come.”

“Uh ... sure.” Liz answered, not entirely convinced that she would enjoy it.

When the conversation changed to another topic, Liz turned to Maria.

“I don’t think that I have anything appropriate to wear tonight. I never went to parties much in Seattle” Liz said.

“No problem, you can wear something of mine.”

“Are you sure?” Liz asked, not wanting to impose.

“Absolutely. You can even tag along with Michael and me tonight. As a matter a fact, why don’t we go now? That way we can choose out an outfit for you, and maybe even have time for a manicure.”

“Sure.” Liz answered, still unsure about what she was getting herself into.

Maria nudged Michael and told him that they were leaving, and the three of them said their goodbyes to the rest of the gang. Liz cast an extra glance over to Max, who gave a quick smile. Michael, Maria and Liz were halfway to Michael’s car when Max came running up behind them.

“Thanks a lot guys.” Max said, puffing.

“No problems Evans. But you owe us.” Michael replied.

“I know. So I’ll see you tonight Liz?” Max asked.

“Yeah. I’ll be there.” Liz replied, somewhat confused.

“Great. Thanks for a great day. See you tonight.” Max said before running back to the group.

“What was that all about?” Liz asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Michael replied.

* * * * *

Back at Maria’s place, they had picked out their dresses, and were painting each other’s nails.

“I didn’t realise you were all going to be there this afternoon.” Liz said.

“Neither did we.” Maria answered.

“What do you mean?” Liz asked curiously.

“Well we got this phone call from Max saying could we come down to Santa Monica Pier as soon as possible. Luckily we weren’t very far away and were able to get there quickly.”

“So Max was just trying to cover the fact that he was alone with me?” Liz asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“I guess.” Maria said. Looking at how Liz was reacting to this she said, “Don’t worry, I probably would have done the same in his situation. Tess has a bad jealous streak. If for one moment she thought that you and Max were more than friends she would make your life hell. Trust me, its better like this.”

“But we are just friends.” Liz said.

“Yeah ... sure.” Maria said raising her eyebrows. “Anyway, swap hands, I’ve finished with that one.”

Meanwhile the gang at the beach had packed up the towels and were getting in the cars. Tess was taking a ride home with Max, and on putting the towels in to the back of the Jeep noticed a backpack that was definitely not hers.

“Who’s is this?” Tess asked holding it up. Under it was the present for Max’s mum. “Somebody’s birthday?”

“The present is for my mum, I bought it today, and I think the backpack must be Isabel’s.” Max lied.

Tess seemed to accept the explanation, and got into the car. There was sand on the floor of the passenger side.

“Did your sister come to the beach with you as well?” Tess asked. “There is sand everywhere.”

“It must be from when I came down to the beach with Michael last week. I haven’t had a chance to clean it up.” Max said as he started the car, hoping that there would be no more questions. In fact Max generally kept his Jeep spotless, it was his pride and joy, and the very idea of having sand in the car for so long made him crazy. It seemed Tess didn’t know him that well if she bought his excuse so easily. Max pulled up outside Tess’s house and let her out.

“Coming in?” she asked.

“No, I have some things to do before tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven.” he said as he pulled out of the driveway.

* * * * *

Max slowly drove home. He had planned the day so perfectly until he ran into Tess, Kyle and Isabel. It was such a coincidence that they had been there, and he knew he definitely had not mentioned his plans to anyone, not even his sister. He thought Tess would be at cheerleading practice all day, although he didn’t intend to deliberately go behind her back. All he had wanted was a nice day out with just Liz, as two friends, and he had no other intentions. Yet when his plans were ended by the arrival of the rest of the gang, even his own girlfriend, he had been disappointed. The only thing he could think about was creating reasons of why they had found him alone with Liz. He wanted to protect Liz from Tess, and he felt his luck that Michael and Maria were so near to provide an alibi.

Max looked across at Liz’s backpack in the seat next to him. He had such a great day, almost perfect, and he was beginning to realise how nice it was to have such a good friend. Someone you could share absolutely anything with, and not be afraid of being vulnerable. He felt comfortable with Liz, he felt as though they had known each other for years. He had shared things with her that he had never felt comfortable with sharing with Tess. Max thought about that more. Why was he with someone who he didn’t feel comfortable sharing things with? He had been with Tess for so long, that he had forgotten the reason why they had gotten together in the first place. Their families were friends, they had the same friends all through school, it just seemed natural, and it had felt right. But did he love her? He had thought he did, but now he was not so sure.

The car pulled into the driveway and Max grabbed Liz’s bag and the present, which he took upstairs to his bedroom. He then went down into the kitchen where his mum and was cooking dinner.

“Have a nice day dear?” his mum asked.

“Yeah it was nice, I went down the beach for a while.”

“With Tess?”

“Uh ... no.”

“Well it would have been nice anyway, being on your own for a while. Are you here for dinner?”

“No. I’ll just grab something to take with me, I’m going out soon.” Max said as he grabbed an apple out of the fridge and left the room. He had an hour before he needed to leave so he grabbed a bucket of soapy water and washed down his car, then vacuumed out the sand. Forty-five minutes later his car looked brand new.

Max went upstairs, took a shower and began to dress for the party. As he was fixing his hair in the mirror he thought about Liz, and imagined how she would look that night. He had never seen her out of her casual clothes, apart from the brief stint in the bathing suit, and he had visions how stunning she would look. He suddenly remembered himself, and tried to get the thoughts out of his mind. He scolded himself for not day-dreaming about his own girlfriend instead. Max promised himself that he would make a conscious effort to treat Tess as he should that night, and rekindle the feelings he had once felt, to try and find the reason why they were still together.


Chapter Eleven

Max drove over to Tess’s house, and as usual was kept waiting while Tess was still busy getting ready. Finally they set off, and Max remembered the promise he had made.

“Tess, would you like to go for a drive up the coast tomorrow? There is a nice beach I would like to take you to.” He began.

“Tomorrow? I can’t.” Tess replied flatly.

“Why not? It is really important to me.”

“Well I can’t. I have already made plans with Isabel. It’s too late to change them. You can go to the beach anytime.”

Max drove in silence for a while. He understood that it was short notice, but she could have shown more interest than that.

“Tess. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you happy?”

“Of course.”

“I mean, are you happy with us?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s just, I sometimes wonder if this is working.”

“Of course it is. Can we talk about this later?” Tess answered as they pulled into Kyle’s driveway.

“Yeah sure.” Max said disheartened at how easy it was for Tess to dismiss his concerns.

They made their entrance into the house, and Tess was soon off with Isabel and Vicki somewhere. Max walked through the masses of people, most of whom he had seen around at school. Some greeted him by name, and he just nodded or smiled, hoping it would hide the fact that he had no idea what their names were. He suddenly felt he was an inadequate school captain, and was determined to make more of an effort to get to know the students he was supposed to be representing. Moving from room to room he looked out for someone worth talking to, and finally came across Kyle, who had positioned himself at the bar making fluorescent cocktails.

“Hey Kyle.” Max said walking up to the bar.

“Hey Evans. What can I get you? Beer? Cocktail?”

“I think I stick to the beer, thanks.” Max said examining the green cocktail in Kyle’s hand.

“Cheers.” Kyle said when Max had his drink, and they both took a mouthful. Kyle started to cough.

“What is in that thing anyway?” Max asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, a bit of everything.”

Max just rolled his eyes. It was typical of Kyle to drink heavily from the beginning of the night. He probably wouldn’t stop until he was almost passed out.

“So tell me Kyle. What brought you down to the pier today?”

“Ah, I wondered how long it would take you to ask me that. Well, I was just taking a nice stroll down the strip, when who should be getting into your car but the lovely Liz. I thought to myself, where are those two going? So I followed you.”

“So how did Tess and Isabel come to be in the picture?” Max asked curiously.

Now it was Kyle’s turn to smile. “Oh, I just thought you needed a reminder.”

“Of what?” Max asked confused.

“Of the fact that you already have a girlfriend.”

“Since when do you care about Tess?”

“Since you have become so distracted with Liz to pay Tess any attention.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on. It is so obvious that you like Liz.”

“She’s just a friend.”

“Just a friend? Well then, you won’t mind if I ask her out will you?”

“You want to ask Liz out?”

“Yeah sure. She looks like she could be a lot of fun, if you know what I mean.”

Max began to get angry. “Liz is not that type of girl.”

“We’ll see.” Kyle said taking another sip of his drink. “Ah, here is the young lady now.”

Max followed Kyle’s gaze to where Liz was coming through the door behind Maria and Michael. She looked stunning in a little white dress, and her hair tied back.

“I’ll catch you later man.” Kyle said putting down his drink and walking over to Liz. He had obviously asked her to dance because in less than a minute they were making their way over to the dance floor. Max could not keep his eyes off them, and could feel his jealousy rising. He longed so much to be with her, and hated to see her in the arms of another guy. Liz looked over at him at one stage, but he had to look away. Michael and Maria came over to where he was leaning on the bar.

“It seems Liz’s got herself an admirer.” Michael said.

“Looks that way.” Max said quietly

“Popular girl, having two guys after her.” Michael continued.

“Two?”

“Yeah, she spent all day with some guy today, something must be going on there.”

“Why does there have to be anything going on?” Max said, turning his back to the dance floor.

“Come on. Since when have you ever spent the day alone with any of your other female friends?”

“Okay, okay. I really like her. I don’t know what to do.” Max confessed.

“You had better sort out how you feel man before someone gets hurt.” Michael said.

“I know. I could never dream of breaking up with Tess, we have been together for so long - and so close to the prom. It would be unfair. Yet - since I have met Liz I have realised just how much Tess and I don’t have together. I am so confused. It would be easier if I knew how Liz felt.”

“That would by my queue to leave.” Maria said, trying to slip away.

“Wait! What do you know? Come on Deluca, you have to tell me.” Max begged.

“You know that I can’t. I am Liz’s friend, and I can’t divulge anything without her permission.” Maria argued.

“So she has told you something. Please, as my friend, tell me what she said.”

“I can’t. I am sorry Max. But listen to Michael, don’t do anything until you sort out how you feel - it will save a lot of heartache.”

* * * * *

Maria walked away, and as the song was changing, Michael noticed that Kyle and Liz were walking over to the bar.

“Hey Kyle, can you come with me for a minute? I need your advice on something.” Michael asked, with the pretence of leaving Max and Liz alone together.

When Michael and Kyle had left Max could not help but say, “Liz, you look amazing tonight. I love that dress on you.”

“Thankyou, but I’m not sure it’s me, it’s too revealing.” Liz said as she pulled at her dress in the hope of covering more flesh.

“No, you look great. It’s perfect.” Max said.

“So where’s Tess?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her since we got here.”

There was an awkward pause in the conversation.

“Would you like to dance?” Max asked.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not? You danced with Kyle.” Max replied

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have a girlfriend hovering around.”

“Well, we’re friends aren’t we? Friends can dance.”

Liz gave in, and followed Max out onto the dance floor, where they twisted and turned for a few songs, until Liz begged to have a break for air. She regretted letting Maria talk her into heels that high, and her feet were beginning to ache. She also regretted having to leave the dance floor where she had a semi-legitimate excuse to be in a close proximity to Max.

They stood by the pool talking for a while, before they were joined by Kyle, Michael and Maria. Max went to get them both a drink, and Liz was left with Kyle being very attentive. Before Max returned, they were also joined by Tess, Isabel and Vicki, who came bustling up with champagne in hand. They had been drinking since they arrived, and were very tipsy. The girls began dancing by the side of the pool, and were getting very rowdy. Liz thought for a moment that she intercepted a glance from Tess to Vicki, who was standing next to Liz. She thought it odd, but the very next moment she felt Vicki bump into her, causing her to lose her balance and fall into the pool.

Coming up from the bottom of the pool, Liz heard the girls giggling, and saw all the partygoers gather round to see who fell in the pool. Liz was so embarrassed, but tried to act calm. Luckily, she was helped out of the pool by Max who had come back with drinks in hand. Taking off his jacket, he wrapped it around her shoulders to cover her now see-through white dress.

“Are you alright?” Max asked Liz, who was dripping wet and shivering.

“I’m fine. No harm done.” Liz replied.

“What the hell happened?” Max yelled at the group, particularly at Tess.

“Liz tripped and fell in the pool. She is obviously not used to wearing such high heels.” Tess replied, with a satisfied look on her face.

Max turned his attentions back to Liz, “Let me take you home, you’ll get too cold in those clothes.”

“Thank you.” Liz replied, not wanting to see the look on Tess’s face. She could feel the daggers coming from Tess without needing to see her eyes.

“Tess, you’ll have to get a ride home with someone else, I have to get Liz home.” Max said, not waiting for a reply before guiding Liz to where his car was parked.

Tess could not believe how her plan had backfired. She had meant to embarrass Liz, as a warning to back off from her boyfriend, but now she had thrown Liz and Max together. She stormed off in a huff, and her friends followed behind to offer to obligatory comfort.

Max opened the car door for Liz, after finding a dry towel in the back.

“Here, this will help dry you off.” Max said offering the towel.

“I’m really sorry; your jacket’s all wet.” Liz apologised.

“Don’t worry about it, just as long as you are okay.” Max smiled.

“I’m fine, just completely embarrassed that’s all. But I guess that was the idea.”

“The idea? What do you mean?”

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

Max could guess what Liz was referring to, although he didn’t see what happened, Tess had been all too happy about the fact that Liz ended up in the pool.

“Are you drying off a bit?”

“Yeah, it is such a warm night that I should be dry in no time.”

“In that case, do you really want to go straight home?”

“Not really, I would love to keep driving for a while.”

“I know the perfect place to go.” Max smiled.

Thanks everyone. I think I counted about 50 votes against Max and 1 vote for (thanks To_Kiss_A_Frog - you can see where I'm coming from )

Sorry, I did mean to post yesterday (and retain my daily posts) but the forces of nature conspired against me (did you know that if you plug 10 appliances into the one powerpoint you'll blow a fuse?!?). Anyway, I'm back on line now.

Oh, and since it's my b'day tomorrow, I may not post over the weekend - but I think that's a good enough excuse (and BTW - Coldplay were brilliant!)

The song from this chapter is Savage Garden 'I Knew I Loved You' (which just goes to show how long ago I actually wrote this story - they've been broken up for years now ...)


Chapter Twelve

They drove in silence until they reached Hollywood Hills. Weaving up through the hills Max finally parked the car allowing a view of the lights of L.A. through the Hollywood sign. Max turned off the engine but let the music from the radio continue to play. Liz had never seen the view of L.A. at night and she was captivated.

“Nice isn’t it?” Max finally said, after admiring the look of delight on Liz’s face.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you might like it. I had planned to bring you up here this afternoon, but out plans kind of got changed. It’s nicer at night anyway. Do you want to get out and take a look?”

Liz nodded and opened the door. They walked closer to the edge. Max led the way, and as he turned around to wait for Liz to catch up, Liz stumbled forward in her heels on the uneven dirt. Max caught her before she hit the ground, and pulled her back onto her feet. For a moment they were caught in an embrace, and Max had to resist the urge to kiss her.

“Thanks.” Liz said, slightly embarrassed. She turned to look at the view, and was grateful that Max didn’t take his hand off her back as they stood there. Liz tried to concentrate on the view, and the landmarks Max was pointing out, but all she could think of was feeling of Max touch on her back. It gave her chills down her spine.

“Are you cold?” Max asked noticing her shiver. “You’re still a bit wet.”

“I’m fine. It’s so beautiful up here.”

“Yes it is.” Max said, not taking his eyes off Liz.

Liz looked across at him and saw him staring at her. “Perhaps we had better go.”

“Why? Are you too cold?”

“No, I just don’t think it is such a good idea. What would Tess think?”

“Right now I don’t care what she thinks. I only care what you think.” Max replied.

Liz didn’t know what to say. She heard the music coming from the car, which had just started to play her favourite song.

Maybe it's intuition
but some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
more than a little crazy
but I believe

“How about, for the moment, we pretend that there is no one else in the whole world. What would you do?” Max asked.

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

“Well ...I guess I would ask you if you would like to dance.”

There's just no rhyme or reason
Only the sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see
the missing pieces I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound
more than a little crazy
but I believe

Max smiled, took Liz’s hand, and kept his other hand on her back. They rocked gently to the music, and as Liz relaxed she put her head closer to Max’s.

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

“What would you do?” Liz whispered to Max.

A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you

Max moved his lips closer to Liz’s and kissed her, slow and tender. When the kiss ended, Liz looked into Max’s eyes, which were full with so much tenderness. Liz returned Max’s kiss as they stood with the lights of the city dazzling below.

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

“I have dreamt of that since I left your hotel room in Italy.” Max said, as they finally pulled apart. “I never thought it would happen again.”

“Neither did I.”

“I have struggled against it, but I think I am falling in love with you.” Max admitted.

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. Don’t you know how wonderful you are? You have this way of making my heart ache when I am not with you. You creep up on me in my thoughts so that I can’t think of anything else but holding you in my arms, or kissing you.”

“That is the most beautiful thing anybody has ever said to me.” Liz acknowledged.

“I will tell you every day of your life if you will let me.” Max offered. Liz just smiled, and Max leant down to kiss her again.

“It’s getting late. I had better get you home.” Max smiled, taking Liz’s hand and walking her back to the car.

* * * * *

The entire way home they did not speak, neither wanting to ruin what they had just shared by bringing reality into the picture. Max had a firm grasp on Liz’s hand the entire way, as though he was afraid that they would be torn apart again.

All too soon they pulled into Liz’s driveway, and Max turned the engine off.

“Thanks for bringing me home from the party.” Liz said.

“My pleasure. Can I come and see you tomorrow?” Max asked.

“That would be nice.” Liz said.

Max leaned over and gave Liz a kiss goodnight before she got out of the car.

“Goodnight.” He whispered.

“Goodnight.” Liz answered as she slid out of the passenger seat. Walking up to the front door she could not believe how happy she was. It has been an absolutely beautiful day, one that she would never forget. She waved to Max as he pulled out of her driveway and turned down the street.

Liz went inside and found her mum and aunt in the living room talking quietly.

“Hi honey. How was your day?” Her mum asked with tears in her eyes.

“Fine, but what’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” Liz asked.

“Come and sit down, I need to talk to you.” Her mum said.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Her aunt said and exited the room.

Liz realised that she was still wearing Max’s jacket, and must have looked a mess from the pool, but her mum didn’t seem to notice. She quickly sat down on the couch next to her mum.

“What’s up?” Liz asked again.

“I had a visit from your father tonight.” Her mum said.

“Dad? What was he doing here?” Liz questioned, hoping that he had come to ask them to come back.

“He came to ask me to sign the divorce papers.” Her mum burst into tears.

“What!” Liz could not believe it. In her own fantasy she had believed that her parents would patch things up and they would be a family again.

“It seems that his secretary is pregnant, and they want to get married as soon as possible.” Her mum said through her tears.

“Pregnant?” Liz stammered. “But isn’t his old family more important? Aren’t I more important?”

“Of course you are honey.” Her mum tried to reassure her.

“Not to him I’m not. He hasn’t even spoken to me since I came back from Italy.”

“He wants to see you tomorrow.”

“Well I don’t want to see him.” Liz said as she stormed up to her room. Her mum thought it best to let her go to let everything sink in.

In her room, Liz laid down on her bed and cried. Her parents were splitting up, and it was all that woman’s fault. Why did she have to get pregnant, and ruin any chance of her parents getting back together? Her father had chosen the unborn baby over herself, and this hurt more than anything. Liz thought about her mum and how badly she was taking it. She was alone and miserable while her father was off having fun with a younger woman.

Liz lay there, thinking over everything when she realised she was still wearing Max’s jacket. She thought about Max and about Tess. Even though she didn’t like Tess, she could not wish that Tess felt even a small part of what her mother was feeling at this moment. Liz could not bear to think that she would be the one to come between Max and Tess. She refused to be the ‘other woman’ that was the cause of Max and Tess’s break-up.

Jumping up out of bed, Liz took of Max’s jacket and threw it across the room. She undressed from her wet clothes and stood under a hot shower to make herself feel ‘cleaner’ and free from any guilt. Standing under the stream of water she decided to herself that she would not get in between Max and Tess. She would stay away from Max, no matter how much it hurt.

Thanks everyone. Thought I'd post early today to make up for my lack of posts over the weekend. Enjoy ...


Chapter Thirteen

The next day Liz moped around the house, always expecting the doorbell to ring to announce the arrival of her dad. She was nervous about seeing him, yet wanted desperately to see him again at the same time. She wanted to feel as though she was still his ‘little girl’ and that he still wanted her.

Shortly after lunch the doorbell rang. Liz and her mum just looked at each other, neither wanting to answer it. Finally Liz’s aunt got up to open the door, only to reveal Max standing there. Liz’s aunt invited him into the lounge room and went to the kitchen to find Liz.

“Liz, Max’s here to see you.” Her aunt said beaming, as though anticipating Liz’s happiness.

“Um ... could you tell him that I’m busy or something, and that I will see him at school tomorrow.”

“I think you can tell him yourself.” Liz’s mum piped in. “Besides the fact that you’re not busy, it is the polite thing to do.”

Liz grumbled, and walked out to the lounge room where Max was waiting.

“Hey.” Max said walking up to Liz to give her a kiss.

Liz dodged and walked over by the window. Max was taken aback. “Um .. I brought your backpack. You left it in my car yesterday afternoon.”

“Thank you.” Liz said, with as little expression as she could muster. It was taking all her strength not to run up and hug him, but she had made a promise to herself that she would keep her distance. “I have your jacket upstairs. I’ll just grab it.”

Liz ran upstairs, hoping to enjoy a brief moment to collect her thoughts, but Max was right behind her. Walking into her bedroom she grabbed his jacket that was still lying in a heap on the floor.

“Here you go.” Handing the jacket to Max, embarrassed that he had seen that she hadn’t taken good care of it.

“Thanks. How’s the dress. I hope it hasn’t been ruined.”

“It should be alright, I just need to get it cleaned.” Liz replied looking at the floor.

“Let me do it for you. My sister is always taking clothes to the cleaners. It would be no trouble.” Max offered.

“Thank you. That would be nice. Um, it’s Maria’s, so you could just give it back to her.” Liz replied handing the dress to Max as well. As she went to take her hand off the hanger, Max grabbed it.

“Liz. What’s wrong? What have I done?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Liz said pulling away. “But you had better go. I am expecting my dad.”

“Your dad? What is he doing down here?”

“It’s a long story.” Liz replied.

“Will you tell me?”

“Not right now.”

Max got the hint, so he said his goodbyes and left. He could not believe the change that had come over her, but hoped that it was just the prospect of seeing her dad, and she would be fine tomorrow at school.

When Max left, Liz sat down on her bed trembling. She longed to tell Max what had happened, to explain how she was feeling. Right now he was the best friend that she had ever had, and he was the one she was trying to push away. She curled up on her bed and cried. After a few minutes her mum knocked at her door and walked in.

“Liz, what’s wrong.” Her mum asked on seeing her lying on the bed.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Liz mumbled under her pillow.

Her mum was not convinced but decided not to pry. Liz had always talked to her when she had a problem in the past, so she knew that she would talk if she needed to.

“Well, your father has just arrived. He’s in the living room.”

Liz just groaned. Now was not the best time, but she got up, cleaned her face and went downstairs.

“Liz, it’s good to see you again. How are you?” Her dad said from the other side of the room. He didn’t try to hug her, or come any closer.

“Fine.”

“That’s good. I guess your mum has told you about my visit yesterday.”

“Yes.” Liz was not in the mood to elaborate.

“Well, I wanted to see you to ask you something myself. I wanted to ask if you would like to come and live with us until you go off to college. We’ve got a nice new place in Seattle with plenty of room. It means you can go back to your old school with your friends. What do you think?”

“You’re joking!” Liz blurted out.

“No, Carol and I would really love to have you live with us.”

“Carol? You mean the home-wreaker! Well you can tell Carol that I never want to see her, and I definitely do not want to live with her!” Liz could not help blurting out. “And you… This is the first time I have heard from you since I went to Italy. You didn’t even call me to see if I was okay, and now your saying that you want me to live with you? Feeling a bit guilty are you? Well I am staying here with mum. Go home to you girlfriend and your new family, this one doesn’t want you anymore.”

Liz got up and ran out of the room. She had not meant to be so horrible, but she let her emotions get the better of her. She was angry with her dad for not seeming to care about her until now, and for thinking she would be quite happy to live with his new girlfriend. Liz locked herself in her room for the rest of the day, and worked on some artwork, her usual method of releasing built up stress and emotions. As expected, her work came out very dark and raw, but it was expressive. Her art teacher would be proud.

* * * * *

When Max got home he found Tess there, talking to his mum and sister in the kitchen. She put on a pleasant facade around them, but as soon as they were alone she hit the roof.

“Where were you last night? No matter where Liz lives in L.A. it would not have taken you two hours to take her home! You had better have a good explanation!”

“The jeep broke down, I had to walk home.”

“I don’t believe you.” Tess retorted.

“I really don’t care whether you believe me or not.” Max replied.

“What?”

“I have had enough Tess. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

Tess was in shock. She had only come to get Max to pay her some attention, she had not expected him to break up with her. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Well, I just did.”

“But why? What have I done?”

“I just think we are too different. I have been thinking it over for a while, and Saturday night was the last straw.”

“What do you mean? Because I didn’t want to go to the beach with you.”

“No, because even though I didn’t see it, I know you had something to do with getting Liz in the pool.”

“I was nowhere near her!”

“Well you seemed very happy about the fact that she ended up in the pool.”

“Oh come on, it was funny. I would have laughed if anyone else had fallen in the pool. Why do you care about Liz so much?”

“I’m just saying that Saturday night just proved to me how different we are, and I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“You can’t do this, we have been together forever!”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Don’t I get a say in this at all?” Tess demanded.

“You won’t change my mind. It’s over.”

Tess was not about to take this lying down. She drew her hand back and gave Max a hard slap across the face before running out of the room. Max should have expected such a reaction from Tess, but had hoped she would take it better. If he wasn’t so sure that Tess had something to do with Liz ending up in the pool, he would have been almost sorry that he had hurt her.


Chapter Fourteen

Monday at school, Liz got there early to avoid Max in the hall, but she was not so fortunate as to escape seeing Tess.

“Well, Liz. Manage to dry off alright?” Tess asked.

“Yeah I did. What can I do for you?” Liz asked.

“Well for one thing you can tell me what you have been saying to Max about what happened. He seemed to get the impression that I had something to do with your little mishap. Do you know where he would have gotten that idea from?” Tess demanded.

“I have no idea, I guess he just put two and two together and worked it out himself.” Liz retorted.

“Well your little plan to steal my boyfriend will not work honey. What could you and Max possibly have in common? Max comes from a wealthy and respected family, while you, well, you don’t exactly do you? Just think about it, before you let your little obsession run away with you. I really don’t want you to get hurt when Max gets sick of slumming it.” Tess said before turning and strutting away.

Liz could not believe that Tess had the nerve to say such things to her, and it almost made her rethink the decision she had made. The hall was beginning to fill, and Liz ran off to her first class so she wouldn’t run into Max. After what Tess had just said, it would be very hard to stay firm to her decision to stay away from him.

For the rest of the morning Liz ran between all her classes, and hid out in the art room in her lunchbreak. She knew that anyone looking for her would know where to find her but she did not know what else to do. As she dreaded, half way through the lunch break the art room door was pushed open and Max walked in. Liz tried to bury herself in her work, but what was about to come was inevitable.

“Hello.” Max said cautiously.

“Hi.” Liz replied, looking up from her work for only a second.

“How did the thing with your dad go?”

“It was right up there with my grandfather's funeral.” Liz replied sarcastically.

“I’m sorry.”

Liz did not say anything; she didn’t know what to say. She only knew that in the next few moments she would have to do one of the hardest things she has ever had to do.

“I came to tell you something. Tess and I broke up last night.”

“What? Why?” Liz asked.

“Because of what happened between us Saturday night.”

“Oh ... Well that explains something.” Liz said, thinking about Tess’s speech this morning.

“What?” Max asked.

“Never mind. Anyway, I wish you hadn’t done that.” Liz said.

“Why? I thought you would be happy.”

“Happy! Happy that you guys split up because of me, because of a mistake.”

“What do you mean a mistake? I thought what we shared was special.” Max said confused.

“It shouldn’t have happened, and I am sorry it did.”

“I don’t believe you. I know you couldn’t think that.” Max retorted. “We promised to be honest to each other; I want you to be honest. Tell me how you really feel.”

“It shouldn’t have happened because I don’t feel anything for you. I should not have led you on.” Liz said, her eyes looking down on her work.

“Look into my eyes and tell me that.”

Liz slowly lifted her head and looked at Max properly for the first time. She longed to reach out for him, but held back. She quivered and said “I don’t love you.” The tears were beginning to well in her eyes, and she had to turn away. She wasn’t sure if he had believed her, she was such a bad liar, but she hoped it would make him leave.

“You really feel that way?”

“Yes. I think you should patch things up with Tess.”

“Fine.” Max said and stormed out of the room.

Liz sat there trembling, and burst into tears. She really did love Max, and could not believe she had turned him away just as her dreams were coming true. He and Tess had broken up; there was no reason she and Max could not be together. But her thoughts soon turned to her parents, and the woman who had split them up. There was a very good reason why they could not be together - Liz refused to be anything resembling her dad’s new girlfriend.

Thanks so much everyone. I am so overwhelmed by the amount of people leaving feedback for this fic (and all the lurkers who have decided to join in! Hi.) I think I'll have to write in some more controversial behaviour on 'Beware of the Phoenix' to generate some more feedback over there! That seems to be what is getting you all talking! (he he).

LairaBehr4 - thanks for pointing out that I really shouldn't be proof-reading my fic at 7am on a monday morning because I let stupid things slip through (who the hell is Brooke anyway? - I don't even know any Brooke's, so I don't know why that name was on the brain! But then again, at 7am this morning I also discovered that I had called Max 'Tess'. That would have confused you all!)

bluebballjumper - I hadn't really thought of the similarities with Grease. There will be a dance, but definately no dance contest, no pink slips and no carnival at the end (but I'm not ruling out tight black leather pants!)

... And to thank you all for your feedback, I'm posting 2 parts in the same day!


Chapter Fifteen

That afternoon Max was in the change rooms, getting ready for soccer practice with his team-mates.

“What’s up Evans?” Kyle asked, “Not getting any from the missus?”

“Don’t even go there. I am not in the mood.” Max retorted.

“It’s just as I thought.” Kyle joked to the rest of the guys in the change room.

“You have no idea what you’re saying Kyle. For your information Tess and I are no longer together. Are you satisfied?”

Kyle was a bit taken aback. “I’m sorry man, I didn’t know. What happened? She give you the boot for your behaviour Saturday night?”

“What?” Max exclaimed, wondering how Kyle knew what had happened between him and Liz - he hadn’t even told Tess.

“What were you thinking leaving her stranded at the party like that? Liz could have changed into some of Alex’s clothes.” Kyle offered. “Or I could have driven her home.”

“Yeah, you would have loved that wouldn’t you?”

“I would have been honoured to be at service, but instead, you gallantly offer to drive her home. So was that it? Was that why Tess gave you the flick?”

“I broke up with her if you must know. Look, we’d better go, Coach will be wondering where we are.” Max said, leaving Kyle with a perplexed look on his face.

Max played his worst game of soccer all year, constantly running through his head what Liz had said to him. He couldn’t believe that she did not love him, but why would she say that if it wasn’t true? He was more confused than ever, and let out all of his frustrations on the ball. At the end of the game, when he was walking over to the benches, he saw Maria there, as she was every practice. Instead of grabbing his gear and hitting the showers, he walked up the steps of the bleaches.

“Hey Maria. Can I talk to you for a second?” Max asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m worried about Liz.”

“Why? What’s happened?” Maria demanded.

“Well, Sunday she had a visit from her dad which seems to have upset her. But she won’t talk to me about it. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing! Everything was fine Saturday night. No, that’s an understatement, it was wonderful. But Sunday, she suddenly changed. Now she tells me she doesn’t want me around anymore.” Max confessed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Could you talk to her, and find out what’s going on.” Max asked.

“I can, but you know I can’t tell you what she says unless she wants me to.”

“I know. I just need to know that she is okay. I need to know that she has someone to talk to, even if it can’t be me.”

“Alright, I’ll go and see her this afternoon.”

“Thanks Maria.” Max said, as he turned to walk to the change rooms. He felt a little better, knowing that maybe Maria could sort things out.

* * * * *

Liz was home alone when the doorbell rang. She dreaded that it could be Max, but when she looked through the curtains she saw it was Maria.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” Liz asked on opening the door.

“I just didn’t see you much at school today, and wanted to see if you were alright.”

“I’m fine.” Liz replied leading Maria into the living room.

“I think you should know - Max was the one who asked me to come. He is really worried about you. What happened between you?” Maria asked.

“He didn’t tell you?” Liz was surprised.

“No he didn’t. Look, I’m here if you need someone to talk to? I have already told Max that anything you tell me I will be keeping to myself. He understands that.”

“It would be nice to talk to someone. I’m just so confused. I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell me what happened and we’ll work something out.”

Liz began the story, starting from when they left the party on Saturday night and how amazing the night had been, to coming home with the realisation that she had become what she hated in her father’s girlfriend, and then to today and the reason she told Max she did not care for him. Maria did not interrupt until Liz had finished and was lost for words.

“So Max told you that he and Tess broke up?”

“Yeah, so now all the guilt I feel is ten times worse. Why did I have to fall for a guy who is involved with someone else?” Liz questioned.

“We don’t choose who we fall in love with. But are you sure that you’re doing the right thing, sacrificing your happiness, and Max’s, for Tess. Is she worth it?”

“I don’t know Tess very well, but I know that no one deserves to go through what my mum is going through, and I can’t bear to be the cause of that much pain. This is the only way I can live with myself.” Liz concluded.

“Well I don’t know what to say. You seem to have taken the only option open to you. I just wish it didn’t have to be like this. You guys deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks for listening to me. It feels better to get it all off my chest.”

“No problem, but don’t you think you should tell Max what’s going on?”

“No! I couldn’t do that. If he thinks I don’t love him, maybe he will sort things out with Tess, and I won’t feel so bad about myself anymore.”

“And if they don’t get back together? What will you do then?” Maria asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll work that out later.”

“What do you want me to tell Max? He’s really worried about you.”

“Tell him ... tell him that I’m sorry, but ask him to please give me some space.”

“Okay. I will.”

Maria soon left, and Liz was left alone again. She tried to concentrate on her homework; she tried to paint; she tried to read a book; but all she could think of was Max and how she had hurt him. How did everything turn out like this? Why didn’t she stop herself from kissing him that night? She knew he had a girlfriend then, but the moment was so irresistible that she couldn’t stop. Now she was paying the price for those few moments of indiscretion. She deserved to feel miserable, and would do nothing to make the load easier. There is no way she was going to become like her father’s mistress. She would rather be alone.


Chapter Sixteen

The rest of the week passed slowly, with Liz trying to forget Max with every passing moment, but failing miserably. She sunk herself into her art, needing to collect some pieces for the art exhibition the following week. The weekend was quiet and confined, but Liz liked it better that way. She kept herself busy with her art, and study. Her marks at school had never been so good.

Max’s weekend was just as quiet, avoiding his friends, but spending most of his time at his favourite beach. He sat on the sand for hours watching the waves come in and out, wondering what he had done to push Liz away. He began to regret that he had moved so quickly, but he also cherished the night they had spent overlooking the city. He would get Liz back. He would just give her the space she had asked for.

He had spoken to Tess again that week, and had reluctantly agreed to go to the prom with her still. He had been adamant that this didn’t mean they were getting back together, but for some reason he felt obliged to make one last grand gesture for Tess. Although they had drifted apart, and become two very different people, up until now she had been a big part of his life. Since there was little chance that he would be going with Liz anyway, he had not put up much resistance when Tess demanded that they still go together.

Monday came around again, and Liz dreaded yet another week of hiding out in the art room. However this day brought a change to the routine. As Liz was standing at her locker before first period, she was approached by Vicki and Isabel who had barely spoken to her since the party.

“Hey Liz. We haven’t seen you around much.” Isabel began.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Sorry about what happened at the party, you know it was an accident don’t you.” Vicki apologised.

“Yeah, sure, no harm done.” Liz answered, although did not really believe they were being sincere.

“We were wondering if you could do us a favour. We’re on the prom committee and we were hoping you could help us with some decoration ideas, since you’re so good at art and all. It would be a great help.”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of swamped at the moment.”

“Please, we really need you. It wouldn’t take too much time, we promise.” They begged, and Liz could not help but give in.

“Great, we’ll see you after school in the gym.” Vicki said as they walked to class. Liz could not believe she had let them talk her into it, but hoped it may give her something to take her mind off Max.

After school, the prom committee meeting was brought to order.

“Now as you know, the theme this year will be ‘Italian Summer’, and we need some appropriate decorations.” Vicki began.

“I’m still not happy with that theme...” Tess argued, taking it as a direct insult that she would be reminded of Max’s fling in Italy.

“We know, but you were outvoted. Now does anyone have any ideas on how to decorate the gym?”

There was silence.

“Well, luckily we have recruited the help of Liz to help with the decorations. Do you have any ideas Liz?”

There was silence as Liz saw that all eyes were on her, including Tess’s scowl. “Well ... let me see. Around the walls we can have terraces of grape vines and fairy lights, and above the stage we could have a mural of an Italian vineyard.”

That started the ball rolling, and soon ideas were coming from all over the place. By the end of the meeting everything had been organised down to the napkin holders. Duties were delegated out Liz found herself lumped with painting not only a mural, but creating eight tall paintings of stone columns. It would take her the next few weeks to complete it, but she was also relieved to be so busy.

As the meeting was concluding, organising turned to gossip, as everyone began to discuss who they were going with to the prom. Liz was not paying much attention until it came to Tess.

“No doubt you and Max will be going together.” Vicki said to Tess.

“Naturally.” Tess answered. She hadn’t dared tell anyone that they had split.

“And if you both get nominated King and Queen - that will be so perfect.”

“I know. I can’t wait.”

Liz could not believe it. Max had told her they had split, but Tess seemed as happy as usual, and they were going to the prom together! Maybe he had gone back to her like she asked him to. Liz had mixed feelings, she thought she should be happy that she had no reason to feel guilty anymore, but she also felt as though she had lost her only opportunity of happiness. Max couldn’t have felt too much for her if he was back with Tess so quickly.

“How about you Liz? Who are you going to the prom with?” Isabel asked.

“What? Oh ... I’m not planning on going to the prom.” Liz replied.

“Not going? You’ve got to go to the prom.” Vicki replied.

“What’s the problem, can’t get a date?” Tess smirked.

“No. I just don’t feel like going.”

“You’ll change your mind.” Vicki said as they all walked out of the gym.

I already know that Max still won't endear himself to any of you in this part - so I'm prepared for your feedback! (And you can see more of the influence of 'She's All That' in these chapters - especially the locker room scene). Enjoy ...


Chapter Seventeen

Wednesday, Liz was in her usual spot in the art room at lunchtime. She heard someone walk into the room, and for a moment dreaded that it was Max, because he was the only one who had ever come to see her there before. On looking up she saw it was Kyle.

“Hi. I’m not disturbing you am I?” He asked.

“Of course not. What can I do for you?” Liz said, not hiding her surprise.

“I came to ask you something. I’m really nervous so I’ll just come out and ask, okay? I was wondering if you would come to the prom with me?” Kyle asked.

“You want to go to the prom with me?” Liz said, still more surprised.

“Yeah, I do. Please say yes.”

“I’m very flattered, but I wasn’t planning on going to the prom.”

“Well, change your plans. Come on, it will be fun.”

“I don’t know...”

“Please ...” Kyle said giving the most adorable look he could muster.

“Okay. What the hell ... I’ll go.” Liz gave in.

“Excellent.” Kyle said looking down at what Liz was working on. “Hey, these sketches are great. What are they for?”

“I’m supposed to paint a mural for the prom. These are just some sketches of my grandmother’s house.”

“Where does your grandmother live?”

“Tuscany.”

“Do you visit her often?”

“Usually at least once a year. I was there this spring, that’s when I sketched these.” Liz said, indicating to the sketchbook Kyle was looking at.

“These are fantastic, you’re such a natural.”

They were then interrupted by Liz’s art teacher, who walked in to grab some paperwork. Liz talked to her teacher for a moment, and as she was distracted Kyle began flicking through the sketchbook. He came across a sketch of Max, dated almost two months ago, before Liz came to L.A. He put two and two together to work out the identity of Max’s fling in Italy. ‘So that is why he has been acting so weird this term’, Kyle thought to himself. Liz finished talking to the teacher, and Kyle quickly put the sketchbook down.

“I would love to see more of your work.” Kyle said.

“Would you really?”

“Yeah, I think it’s fantastic.”

“Well ... I am showing some work at a new art gallery next week. Would you like to go with me to the opening?” Liz offered, not wanting to go alone now that Max wouldn’t be going with her.

“I would love to.” Kyle accepted. “Thanks, I guess I’ll see you around before then. Bye.”

“Bye.” Liz smiled.

* * * * *

That afternoon, Kyle was in the change rooms with Max after football practice.

“So I heard that you and Tess are still going to the prom together. What happened? Did Liz knock you back?”

“What?” Max demanded.

“That’s a shame. You know this year’s theme is ‘Italian Summer’. How perfect would that have been, to relive your fling in Italy at the prom.”

“Who told you this?” Max demanded.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t hard to figure out. So what happened? She turned you down?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yeah, I guess not. It’s all the better for me though.”

“What are you talking about? Liz wouldn’t go out with you.”

“Wouldn’t she? Then why has she agreed to go to the prom with me? We also have a date next week. Seems she’s getting over you very quickly. Don’t worry, I’ll show her the best time she has ever had, if you know what I mean.” Kyle said smugly.

Max could not take it any longer and lunged at Kyle. He would have done serious damage to his face if the other team members hadn’t pulled him off.

“Give it up Evans. It’s about time someone showed you that you are not invincible. Finally someone has shown you up, and I’m just happy that it was me.” Kyle said as he stormed out of the change rooms.

Max pounded his fist into his locker, leaving a huge dent. What was Liz thinking by going to the prom with Kyle? Surely she couldn’t like him more than ... But perhaps she did. Perhaps Kyle was the reason that he had been pushed away. Maria had told him to hang in there and Liz would come around, but this isn’t what he had expected.

* * * * *

The following day, Max saw Liz and Kyle together in the hall. Liz was laughing at something Kyle was saying, seeming to enjoy the company she was in. He waited until Kyle went off to class and Liz was at her locker before he approached her.

“So it’s true then. You’re going to the prom with Kyle.” Max began without a smile.

“Yes it’s true.” Liz replied, not daring to look at Max in the eyes.

“So that’s it. That’s the reason why you behaved the way you did. Well why the hell didn’t you tell me the truth last week? That you didn’t want to be with me because you wanted to be with Kyle! I thought we promised to be honest.”

“Kyle had nothing to do with it. He didn’t even ask me until yesterday. Besides, what do you care? I heard you were going with Tess.” Liz spat.

“Now if you will excuse me, I have to get to class.” Liz said pushing her way past. She could not bear having Max raise his voice to her, and needed time to compose herself before entering the classroom.


Chapter Eighteen

A week passed and Liz didn’t see any more of Max. She spent more time than ever in the art room attempting to finish her collection for the gallery, as well as working on the mural for the prom. Liz occasionally bumped into Kyle in the hall, or he would seek her out in the art room, and she was beginning to enjoy his company. He seemed like a nice guy, and very eager to make her smile, which she had rarely done over the past few weeks. She wasn’t sure what exactly his intentions were, but he was becoming a good friend.

On the night of the gallery opening Kyle was picking her up from her house, and was punctual.

“You look fantastic!” Kyle said as Liz stepped onto the front porch.

“Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself.”

“Why, thank you.” Kyle replied. “Anyway, we’d better get going.”

They drove to the gallery in relative silence as Liz was beginning to get nervous. She thought about Max, and wished that he could have been there with her; he would know how to make her relax. But then she remembered the last conversation they had, and how Max had reacted to the news that she was going to the prom with Kyle. She felt bad that Max was under the impression that she had feelings for Kyle, but then, Max had decided to go to the prom with Tess, so why did he care so much?

The gallery was crowded with friends and family of the artists, as well as members of the press and art schools around the country. Liz had not realised that it would be such a big deal, and was almost too afraid to go in. She hoped that people would like her work, and when looking around at the other work being displayed she began to feel very self-conscious that her work was inadequate compared to the other artists on display. After making one circle of the room she moved over to see what people were saying about her work. There was a large group of people, and Liz was relieved to hear that the comments were all positive. She was now able to relax for the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Max was celebrating his mum’s birthday, by having a family dinner at their favourite restaurant. It was time for presents to be handed around, and Max handed over the present Liz had made. His mother opened it and gasped at how wonderful the likeness was. Max looked over her shoulder to get his first glimpse at what Liz had done. This sketch was better than the one he had given Tess, and had captured not only a good likeness of himself, but also seemed to capture his very personality through his eyes. Max sat back down and began pushing his food around his plate with his fork, no longer feeling hungry. He was too busy thinking about Liz. He had been mad at her all week, but now, when reminded of what brought them together in the first place, he could not help but wish they were still friends.

“I have to go.” Max said, jumping out of his chair.

“Where are you going? It’s your mother’s birthday.” Max’s dad demanded.

“I’m sorry, but there is something very important I have to do.” Max said grabbing his jacket and running out of the restaurant.

Max drove over to Liz’s house, ran up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Liz’s mum answered the door.

“Hello Mrs Parker. Is Liz here?” Max stammered between breaths.

“No, I’m sorry but she’s gone to the gallery opening.”

“That’s tonight?” Max replied, his heart sinking. Liz had invited him but had never told him the date.

“It’s at a gallery on Rodeo Drive.” Liz’s mum offered.

“Thanks.” Max replied as he ran back to his car, berating himself that he had completely forgotten about Liz’s debut. She must be beside herself with nerves, and he wasn’t there to calm her down.

Less than 10 minutes later Max pulled up outside the gallery. He jumped out of the Jeep and ran to the door. He was about to walk in when he saw Liz amongst the crowd. He was taken away with how stunning she looked, and how confident she seemed amongst those admiring her work. Max then saw Kyle by Liz’s side, and felt sick to the stomach. He should have known that she would not be here alone. Watching from the other side of the glass he finally realised that he had no chance with her anymore. She was moving on without him, and was a huge success. Max walked back to his car and slowly drove home. He walked straight into his room and closed the door behind him, ignoring his father who was still annoyed that Max had run out on his mother’s birthday dinner. Throwing himself down on his bed Max thought about Liz and tried to understand at what point he had managed to lose her.

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Chapter Nineteen

Liz returned home later that evening and found her mum still up, and in the kitchen pouring a glass of milk.

“How did it go?” Her mum asked.

“Really well. And there may even be a story in the paper tomorrow.”

“That’s excellent. So what did Max think of it? Was he impressed?” her mum asked.

“What do you mean? Max wasn’t there.”

“Are you sure? He came past here tonight in a huge hurry and asked where you were. He seemed keen to talk to you about something.”

“Max came here?” Liz was surprised.

“Yeah. So anyway, I hear prom night is tomorrow night. Are you and Max going together?”

“No.” Liz didn’t elaborate.

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

“It’s a long story.”

“How about a summarised version?” her mum asked.

“Okay. Well, Max had a girlfriend, and because of me they broke up. And well, that made me just as bad as dad’s new girlfriend. I didn’t want to cause pain to anyone the way dad has hurt you, so I broke it off with Max.” Liz quickly said, not stopping to take a breath.

“Oh Liz, that is so selfless of you. But listen, your father and I were having troubles before he met Carol. We would most likely have separated anyway. It does hurt that it has happened like this, but it’s not her fault. I am sure that Max and his girlfriend can’t have been very happy to begin with if it ended so quickly. Just think about that. You have nothing to feel bad about. You deserve to be happy, and if Max makes you happy nothing should stand in your way.”

“Thanks for the pep talk.” Liz kissed her mum on the cheek. “I’ll think it over. Goodnight.”

Liz had a very restless night, dreaming of her parents, Max and Tess. As she awoke in the morning she felt a sense of relief, that nothing was her fault. If her mum, who had first hand experience of being jilted for ‘another woman’, was not ready to lay the blame completely on Carol’s lap, then maybe Liz wasn’t to blame either. She jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs where her mum was having her morning coffee.

“Mum. I need to see dad. I’m going to Seattle.”

“What’s up?” Her mum asked concerned.

“There’s just something I need to say in person. Can you please take me to the airport?”

“Now?”

Liz nodded.

“Dressed like that?” Her mum smiled. Liz looked down and saw that she was still in her pyjamas. She ran back upstairs, showered and dressed. Liz had realised that the only way to move forward was to make up with her father, and make an effort to come to terms with his new girlfriend. She needed to see him in person and tell him that she still loved him.

The flight was only short, but it gave her a couple of solid hours to think, with only the occasional interruption for a stewardess offering refreshments. Liz took the time to think about what had happened over the past two months. She had fallen in love for the first time, but also experienced her first heartache. Her parents, who she loved dearly, had fallen out of love with each other, and Liz found herself planted in a new city with new friends. Now she was on her way back to extend the olive branch to her father, so that when she returned to L.A. there could be a chance of doing the same with Max. She wasn’t sure how Max felt about her anymore; she may have ruined everything that there was between them. But his coming to her house last night had to mean something. Maybe it wouldn’t be too late to fix everything.

At the airport Liz caught a taxi to her dad’s new house. On the way she passed her old neighbour where she grew up, and her high school. The area held many memories for her but it no longer felt like home. She could not be at home anywhere without Max. Liz paid the taxi driver and walked up to the front door of her father’s house with her heart beating faster. The doorbell chimed as Liz let go of the button and a step could be heard coming down the stairs. The door opened to reveal a tall thin woman, someone Liz can remember seeing occasionally at her father’s office.

“Liz! Hello.” The voice said in shock.

“Hi, Carol. Is my father here?” Liz said, her voice slightly shaky. In her head she had pictured her father opening the door, throwing his arms around her and lifting her into the air like he used to do when she was a child. When she pictured how this moment would be, the dream never began with her father’s girlfriend opening the door.

“He’s just stepped out, but please come in and wait for him.” Carol said.

Liz stepped inside, and found herself surrounded by familiar things from her home, but in a different setting. She felt slightly out of place, as though only half of her was there. Both women sat down in the living room, and there was silence as both tried to work out the best way to break the ice.

“That’s a lovely painting.” Liz said, getting up to examine the piece of artwork hanging above the mantel.

“Thankyou, I painted that a few years back.”

“You did? It’s really good. I love the colours you have used here.” Liz said pointing. Carol got out of her chair to see what Liz was pointing to, and soon the two of them were talking endlessly about their favourite artists and paintings. Liz had no idea that Carol was so artistic, and shared the same passion as herself. They were still talking when the front door opened and Liz’s father walked in.

“Liz? What are you doing here?” he asked as he saw them together on the lounge.

“I’ll just put the kettle on shall I?” Carol said excusing herself from the room.

“Hi dad. Um ... I just wanted to come and apologise for my behaviour a couple of weeks ago. I’m sorry that I got so upset, and I’m sorry for the things I said.”

“Oh, no. It’s not your fault. What you said was true. I shouldn’t have waited so long to come and see you, and I should have been more considerate to your feelings. It’s my fault, not yours.” Liz’s dad said, as he came over to give Liz a hug. “But I am glad to see you. Does your mother know you’re here?”

“Yeah, she dropped me at the airport.”

“And how is she doing?”

“She’s fine.”

“And how long are you staying?”

“I was going to catch a plane back this afternoon.”

“Do you want to stay the night? We can go to your favourite restaurant, or see a movie? How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice.” Liz smiled. It was starting to feel like she was home again.

The rest of the weekend flew by quickly, and Liz’s time in Seattle ended with her feeling much happier about her relationship with her father. On returning to L.A. Liz discovered that even her mother was happy and moving on, having spent her Saturday night on a date with a friend of her sister’s. It had gone well, and it made Liz’s happiness in regards to her parents more complete. Now, she only had to deal with the situation between herself and Max to be as happy as possible.


Chapter Twenty

Monday morning, Liz was at her locker when she saw Max pass her in the hall. He did not even glance her way as he walked past, which seemed odd considering he had gone out of his way to find her only a few days ago. She decided that if anything was going to happen, she would have to be the one to start it, so she walked over to where Max was standing at his locker.

“Hello.” Liz said.

“Hi.” Max didn’t even look up from his locker.

“Can we talk?” Liz said, wanting to get out of the hall to somewhere more private.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” Max retorted.

“So, you came to my house on Friday for no reason?” Liz asked.

Max’s chin dropped to his chest and he sighed. “So your mum told you about that did she? Well don’t worry, it wasn’t important. If you will excuse me, I have to get to class.” Max said as he closed his locker and walked away.

Liz could have cried. He really couldn’t stand the sight of her, of bear to talk to her. She might as well give up. It was a lost cause, trying to get Max back. Liz spent the rest of the week in the art room as usual, finally being able to spend a bit more time on the mural for the prom, rather than her exhibit. She was beginning to think she wouldn’t go to the prom after all. It would just be too painful having to watch Max with Tess.

Saturday morning was the football grand final and Max was at the oval early to warm up. He was on the grass doing some stretches when Maria arrived.

“Hey, where’s Michael?” Max asked.

“Oh, he forgot something so he’s run home, and I saw you here on your own so I thought I would come and keep you company. How are you?”

“Yeah, as good as can be expected.”

“What’s happened?” Maria asked concerned.

“Oh, I saw Liz and Kyle out on a date last Friday night.”

“What? A date?”

“Yeah, they were at the art gallery for Liz’s exhibition.”

“Maybe they just went as friends?” Maria suggested. “Have you talked to her about it?”

“She came to my locker this morning but I wouldn’t hear her out. I didn’t want to have to stand there and here her tell me that she’s moved on … with Kyle of all people. You told me that I should give her some space, but I really don’t think that helped my cause. I think I’ve lost her.” Max confessed.

“I don’t think so. A girl like Liz does not forget the guy she is in love with and move onto someone like Kyle.”

“What did you say? Liz’s in love with me.” Max bolted upright.

“Uh ... no ... I mean ... Did I say that?” Maria stumbled. She had not meant to let it slip.

“Maria, you have to tell me what’s going on. Does Liz love me?” Max demanded.

“Well, yeah, but you didn’t hear that from me. I promised her I wouldn’t tell you.”

“But if she loves me, why did she tell me that she doesn’t? What’s going on?”

“I think that’s something you need to talk to Liz about. I’ve said too much already.” Maria answered.

* * * * *

The game was well underway by the time Liz arrived at the football oval.

“Who’s winning?” she asked Maria.

“The other team. But it’s early days yet. Max’s playing his best game all season.”

“Is he? That’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, I think I may have had something to do with that. Um .. I kind of told him that you are in love with him.”

“What!”

“I’m really sorry, it just slipped out.”

“What was his reaction?”

“He was ecstatic, but confused. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I should have told him long ago.”

Liz sat there for the next ten minutes just thinking about what she would do now. In the end she decided to let Max’s behaviour be her guide.

“So what’s the deal with you and Kyle?” Maria asked.

“Well he’s been really sweet. He invited me to prom and went to my art opening with me, but we’re just friends.”

“Just be sure to watch yourself with him, he’s got a reputation.” Maria cautioned.

“Thanks for the warning; I’ll keep that in mind.”

Half time came and the players began to walk off the field. Kyle ran up to Max.

“I see the beautiful Liz came to see me play today.”

“Did she?” Max said with a smile.

“Yeah, I really think she’s falling for me. Can’t blame her really.” Kyle joked.

“Well who wouldn’t.” Max joked back. Normally he would feel insecure at Kyle’s bravado, especially after seeing them together on Friday night, but after what Maria told him, he knew that he had nothing to worry about. Liz loved him, and was not the type of girl who would be easily turned by other guys, especially guys like Kyle.

Kyle felt smug. Finally Max was giving up and acknowledging that he was the better man. He had waited his entire school career to find away of upstaging Max, and at last his chance had finally come, but he was surprised that Max was taking it so well.

They joined the huddle around the coach, who was setting out the game plan for the second half. They were down a goal, and the coach wasn’t happy, even though the team was playing the best it had all season. As the huddle broke, Max scanned the bleaches to find Liz. She was sitting next to Maria, with a beautiful sundress on, and her hair flowing over her shoulders. His breath was taken away as he had memories of Italy when he had first been stunned by how beautiful she was. As he watched her she looked up and saw him. She looked nervous, but when he gave her a smile she relaxed and smiled back. At this point Kyle walked up next to Max and saw the looks he was exchanging with Liz.

“Came here to see you huh?” Max said with a grin to Kyle as he turned back to the field.

Kyle looked up to Liz but she had turned away. He was not happy. His moment of glory looked to be passing, unless he did something to stop Liz and Max getting back together. On the field, he tried to out-do Max, but Max was having the best game of him life. Eventually Kyle resorted to shoving Max to the ground as he went for the ball, but in the process ended up fumbling the ball himself. Max went on the defensive, and in the end Kyle could do nothing to make Max look bad on the field. With two minutes left of the game, the scores were tied, and Kyle knew that if he got the next goal for his team he would be the hero of the day. He got possession of the ball, but as he was lining up in front of the goals, it was stolen out from under him. Luckily Max was alert and regained possession and kicked the winning goal with only seconds to spare.

The crowd went crazy, and the players ran up and jumped on Max’s back in congratulations. They lifted him onto their shoulders and carried him, as the spectators ran out onto the field to give their congratulations. Max found himself surrounded, as the team song was sung and the cheerleaders pranced around. When finally he was put on the ground, he looked around to find Liz, hoping she would be amongst the crowd. He saw her still in the bleaches, watching all that was unfolding beneath her, with a huge smile on her face. In what seemed like slow motion, he began walking towards her, ignoring everyone else around him. Max watched Liz rise and start to walk down the steps towards him.

Kyle saw what was about to unfold, and tried one last ditch attempt to keep Liz and Max apart. He ran over to where Tess was still leading the cheer squad, and motioned her to look at what was about to happen. Tess knew exactly what she had to do, she was not about to lose Max now. Pretending to fall, she grabbed her ankle and yelled out in pain.

“My ankle! I’ve hurt my ankle. Get Max!” Tess yelled to one of the other cheerleaders.

The cheerleader quickly dropped her pompoms and ran over to where Max was almost face to face with Liz.

“Max, come quickly, Tess’s hurt her ankle. She needs help.”

Max was suddenly confused as to what to do. He was about to reconcile with Liz, yet he was not so unfeeling as to not help Tess when she was in pain. He knew Liz would wait for him, so he signalled her to wait as he ran over to where Tess was on the ground, surrounded by the squad. He pushed to the front and took her ankle in his hand to feel the bone.

“It’s not broken Tess, can you walk on it?”

“No, it’s too painful!” Tess faked another attack of pain.

“Someone will have to take you home. Can anyone here take her?” Max asked the group.

“I need to be carried and no one else here could lift me.” Tess said.

“Alright, I’ll take you. Just give me a second to grab my gear.” Max said walking over to the bench where he left his gym bag. He collected his gear and saw Liz, still standing there waiting. Slowly walking over, he finally had a moment to speak to her.

“We need to talk, but I have to take Tess home, she’s hurt her ankle and can’t walk. Tonight the team is going down the beach for a celebratory party. Will you come?” Max asked.

“Sure.” Liz replied.

“We’ll talk then.” Max said taking Liz’s hand and giving it a light squeeze, before walking back to where Tess was sitting. He lifted her as if she was a feather and carried her to his Jeep. Liz was watching him do this, and felt a slight pang that perhaps he wasn’t over Tess, but quickly shook the thought from her mind. She was not about to start worrying herself over nothing again. Tonight they would talk and she would know her fate.