Author: Issa
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Summary: Liz wants to tell Max how she feels but is too shy. They find another way for her to tell him.
Classification: M/L
Authors Note: This takes place after "Heatwave." This is my first Roswell fic. I usually write "Dawson's Creek" fic. Also, my fic is usually written co-authored with a cousin but this is the first time I'm going solo. So I would really appreciate feedback.
Soul Searching
Liz and Max broke from the immensely intense kiss and just held each other. Both foreheads touching they stood there quiet not having to talk; each other shared a feeling that they knew was shared by the other.
Both stood there not wanting to let go; wanting to cherish this moment, but knew that it couldn't last forever and reluctantly let go. Not losing eye contact until he had to, Max backed away, still smiling and climbed down the ladder and walked away.
"What are you so happy about?" Maria asked the next morning. "It looks like your gonna break your face because your smiling so big. How could anyone possibly be this happy in the morning? Maria thought.
Liz simply shrugged and kept smiling.
"Oh my god!" Maria said wide-eyed. "You...you...Right on!" She couldn't help but to feel a little jealous. She would kill for something like that, but this was her best friend and she would always be happy for her.
They turned the corner and they saw none other than Max Evans standing there at his locker. Liz could feel her pulse quickening and butterflies form in her stomach.
"Bye!" Maria practically sang. She was smiling knowingly. She turned and walked away.
Liz watched her and felt more nervous than ever. She snickered
at how silly she was acting. Then she thought about it, standing
there in the hall, and it all made sense, this guy change her
life. He
turned her world around, and it felt amazingly good.
Max was at his locker, thinking about her. He loved this girl practically his whole life and now all his dreams were coming true. It was like the whole thing was a dream. All his life it was a dream but this, this was real, too real, unbelievably real.
Liz walked slowly towards him. "Hey," she said shyly as she got to his side. He looked so good to her. It was like she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was just so...appealing.
"Hey to you too," he smiled. The bell rang. "Let's try this again shall we?" he said raising his eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
He took her hand and then she understood what he meant. The next thing that she knew they were walking out of the school doors and to his jeep. She was staring at their intertwined hands.There was like a tingling feeling that spread from her hand and up to her arm, maybe it was just her imagination.
"Look out for horses," she said jokingly.
He smiled as they drove off.
They drove for a while down the freeway that Max showed Liz earlier. Max turned his head and looked at her. She was looking at her hands. She looked up and saw him smiling at her. She shrugged. "I don't know why I'm so nervous."
He just smiled.
"I wish I could say what I'm thinking. I just...I don't know, I wish there was another way to tell you without stuttering or something," she said, still looking at her hands. She felt stupid. This was Max.
"Maybe there is." He parked the car on the side of the road. It was like he was anxious to hear what she was thinking. He waited his whole life for this and now that she felt the same way maybe he could just know what she was thinking, he would just know that this whole thing was worth while.
But it was immature and selfish. It was worth while all of this, because it was with her. Anything that had to do with her was worth his life to him. It was her thoughts and hers only. He already knew she liked him. It was mutual. But still.
"Um, forget it," he said regretfully.
She looked at him and understood what he meant. "I don't mind," she shrugged. "Maybe it will be easier."
"Are you sure?" he asked hopefully, but corrected himself quickly. "I mean I don't even know if it will work."
She just shook her head.
Max turned his body to be facing her and she did the same. He ever-so-gently took her head in his hands and in an instant he was taken into her mind.
He was at her house and the ladder was there. He climbed up it. She was sitting on her balcony writing in her journal. It was neither past nor future but more like the present. It was her dream.
"My heart swells when I see him, I mean I never felt this way, about anyone, not even Kyle. When I'm away from him there is this want to be with him, but when I'm with him that want is still there but not as great. Sometimes I just want to grab him and... She laughed a little. "Let's not finish that sentence. Lets just say that the want may takecontrol at any minute," she wrote.
"This feeling is so in-describable but it's incredible. It's like I can't wait to see him in the halls but when I do I get nervous and I feel like I want to run away. And when we kiss it felt so good. He felt good. His lips. His hair on the back of his neck. His body pressed up against mine. I felt so safe it his arms. It was a dream come true. I just hope there will be a lot more of that." She smiled.
And as quick as it came, it was gone. He opened his eyes and looked at her. The women he loved felt all that was he felt.
"Did it work?" she asked hopefully.
But Max didn't answer. He smiled and kissed her.