|"The Walls Come Crumbling Down"|
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the writers, producers or cast of
Roswell. I only wish I did.|
Summary: Secrets and emotions are revealed as Max and Liz give in to their feelings for each other.
Authors Note: This is the follow up to my first story Not So Secret Admirer and the sequel to that Get in the Game. Reading them before this would probably be wise. Feedback Please!
| Max couldn't help but notice the empty stool next to him in Bio lab the
Liz wasn't in school and he knew it was because of him. He knew she'd
dreamed what he
had last night. He couldn't explain why, but he just knew. He'd awoke and
he'd felt her
fear as she awoke. He'd felt her fear in the dream, just like he knew she
had felt his. He
hoped she realized her vital role in his future now. His entire existence
rested in her
hands now. Ms. Hardy was lecturing on about the differences between aerobic
anaerobic respiration but Max was hardly paying attention. His mind was on
Liz. On Liz
missing school because of him, because of what he'd told her. Suddenly his
moving and he began to furiously take notes on everything coming out of Ms.
mouth. Not for himself. For Liz.|
He walked slowly to the Crashdown on his free period. To the back entrance. He was tempted to climb up Liz's balcony, but restrained himself. If she had been petrified of him enough to stay home from school, crawling up through her window might blow any chance he had of explaining himself. Of having her trust him again. God it was horrible knowing she was afraid of him, that she didn't trust him. How was he supposed to explain himself? He had no answers to all the questions he knew Liz would ask. He had as many answers as she did. He knew - or at least thought - that he, Isabel and Michael had been in the 1947 Crash and that was all. A sense of relief passed over him as he was glad that she didn't know that much. For now Isabel and Michael were out of the picture. Liz didn't know about them.
Max rapped on the door with his knuckles and it was quickly opened up by a rather flustered looking Jeff Parker, an apron around his waist. Max stumbled over what he wanted to say, and though he wanted to say something nothing came out of his mouth.
Mr. Parker stood there for a moment, seeming to recognize Max's face yet unable to come up with a name.
"Max, right?" he suddenly greeted before Max could spit something out.
"Yeah," Max replied, and he couldn't help but think that while Mr. Parker now recognized and knew him, his parents had never even met Liz. They'd heard her name mentioned various times but never met her. "I uh...Liz wasn't in - school," Max faltered.
"Lizzie's not feeling too well," Mr. Parker explained and Max felt a wave of sickness rush through him. Because of me, he wanted to say but he just picked up the blue notebook in his hand.
"I brought notes," he said quickly and Mr. Parker smiled to himself at the gesture.
"That's very nice of you, Max. Would you like to - take them up to her?" Max's face dropped at the comment.
"No, no - you can just bring them to her," he trembled at the thought of approaching Liz. God, he felt like he had three months ago. Frightened and nervous to even talk to her. "They're biology notes."
"Thank you, I'll tell her you brought them."
"No don't," Max said a bit too suddenly and Mr. Parker seemed a bit suspicious by his quick response. "I mean...you don't - you don't have to," Max seemed troubled at the idea of Liz knowing he'd been by her house. The last thing he wanted to do was make her more terrified of him.
Max had just barely set foot in the gym for basketball practice when Kyle grabbed him quickly, the basketball falling from his hands.
"What did you do to Liz??" he demanded angrily.
"I didn't do anything," Max said innocently, confused as to why Kyle was suddenly more furious with him than normal and even more confused as to how Kyle could possibly have known anything had happened between he and Liz.
"Don't lie, Max - Liz never misses school. You know that better than anyone. I see her running from your car crying yesterday and apparently you were the last person to talk to her or see her."
"Kyle I didn't," Max began to protest again, worry flashing over him at how quickly Kyle had connected the pieces. He suspected something of Max, simply from what he'd seen. He suddenly seized Max by the collar and pressed him up against the gym wall.
"Kyle man, what're you doing?" Archie stepped over and grabbed Kyle from behind. Max attempted to squirm away from Kyle but he only pinned him harder against the wall.
"Kyle man, let him go," the other members of the team joined in, perplexed as to his sudden aggressiveness. Ever since Max's first game as a Comet Kyle had seem irked by Max. He hadn't seemed it - he was. He didn't try to hide the fact that he didn't like Max. He made it publicly known. He didn't like Max. He didn't like Max with Liz.
"I want some answers, Evans," Kyle ordered and Max just looked fearfully into Kyle's frustrated face.
"I don't have any," Max's voice actually began to waiver, "I have no idea what's wrong with her." As more members of the team circled around Kyle, in defense of Max, he released him.
"I don't believe that," he stated simply. "And I'm gonna find out what's up. What's been going on with you two, what-"
"Is that what this is about?" Max's mouth turned up at one corner. "Kyle we're not together like that...at all," Max said honestly. At least not anymore. For that one kiss they'd shared Sunday night in the Crashdown things in Max's head had fallen into place. That was where he'd belonged. With Liz. Kissing Liz. But then it had all come crashing down with the visions.
"Besides man, you can't control them if they were," someone on the team suddenly called.
"Liz wants to be with him and not with you that's her decision."
"It's called jealousy, man," another laughed and Kyle suddenly realized the entire team was on Max's side. The whole team was defending Max.
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