Permanent Love
"Come on Liz! If you want guys to notice you, you've got to have more finesse." Maria Deluca said to her brunette friend. Maria loved her friend dearly, but she couldn't see how she could just let Max hurt her day after day. She wanted to help her get on with her life. "Maria, your idea of finesse is just totally not me." Liz Parker said to her blond friend from a gray dressing stall.
Liz knew that Maria was trying to help her forget Max, but she didn't want to. No matter what Maria tried to do, she would never forget him and his love for her. Maria couldn't stop the heartache of when Max told them they had to be "just friends", and Maria couldn't stop the longing of Max's touch.
"How do I know if I can't see it? That's what I'm here for you know. To help your wardrobe problems." Maria was getting a little impatient. She waited a couple more minutes, and then called out, "Liz Parker would you just come out already? You know you don't want me to go in there!" Liz sighed, and stepped out of the dressing room.
"Well, it looks..," was the only thing Maria had to say. "I know. It's so not good for me." Liz replied. The tight glittery shirt was very pretty, but not on me, Liz thought. "Wow, I could have sworn that it would work. I mean it's cool, slinky, hott, and…." Liz cut in. " You can try it on." Liz knew it was the type of thing Maria would like. "Really. You don't mind?" Maria was just itching to try it on.
"No, go ahead. I'll go find um, something else." Liz said after she had taken the shirt off and replaced it with her own. "Don't you dare pick out another sweater!" Maria called from one of the dressing stalls. Liz sighed as she put the blue-gray sweater she had picked out back on the rack. She knows me far too well, Liz decided.
After many failed attempts, the teenage girls decided to leave and try their luck some other time. "I'm so not looking for another shift at the Crashdown," Maria stated, " No offense or anything. It's just that I can only take wearing those silver wobbly antennae things on my head for so long. I mean, how dorky can I look everyday?" Maria instantly regretted saying what she did. Liz's father was a very good boss, and even though he had no real fashion statement when it came to his waitresses, he was pretty cool.
Liz didn't seem hurt by Maria's outburst. "Yeah, I know. May I have to remind you that I have a longer shift than you do? Besides it doesn't look like Michael minds the antennae." Liz knew that Maria didn't really mind Michael looking at her, even if she thought she looked dorky. Maria snorted and replied, "I'd be surprised if Michael noticed anything about me at all." Liz knew how painful it was when someone you like doesn't notice you anymore. Max knows I exist, but only in a friend-ly way, she painfully thought to herself.
The next day at school, Liz was dolefully putting her books in her locker. Another wonderful day at school, she sarcastically thought. Another day of staring at Max, knowing that I shouldn't torture myself. Liz started to dream about Max coming to sweep her off her feet, but then snapped back to reality. Maria came bouncing along and met Liz at her locker. "Well, it seems like that shirt looks good on you," the brown eyed girl playfully said. "Yeah, it does doesn't it," Maria then tactfully said, "just like your sweater looks good on you."
Liz started walking down the hallway. Maria followed her steps and continued. "Come on Liz. Can't you wear something else? I mean what's up with the sweater wearage all of a sudden?" Liz didn't reply. Maria, though her best friend, wouldn't understand. Liz liked wearing clothes that didn't have the hott factor, because Max had said once that he liked her in sweaters. She didn't want her to know, because Liz knew it was pathetic.
"And besides, it is a mite chilly out there." Alex said coming from behind them, sporting a fake English accent. They trio continued walking and talking until they got to their sixth hour class. Liz loved sixth, because it was science. She hated it because her science partner was Max. As Liz walked in, she was relieved to see that Max wasn't there yet, so it gave her a few minutes to prepare herself.
Just as Liz thought she was ready, Max came in and shattered her protective bubble. He came over and sat down next to her. "Hey. What's up?" he casually asked. "Oh. Uh, nothing." Good reply Liz, she thought. How stupid could you have been? She looked over at him to see if he noticed her freaking out, but he was busy looking elsewhere.
She studied him more closely. Oh, look at those wonderful brown eyes, she thought, and that wonderful exotic black/brown hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it. She then looked down and placed her glaze at his lips. Kiss me, she shouted in her head. She just wanted to run in his arms, and make him kiss her. As she was dissecting his looks, she noticed his head turning toward her. She suddenly looked away. Nice Liz, you just let yourself slip.
Mentally kicking herself, she turned her attention to the teacher. "Class, we have a new student joining us. His name is Derrick Hahn. Please make him feel as welcome as you can." Through the door came a boy who looked as striking as you could possibly imagine. Liz heard gasps from most of the girls in her class. Derrick had blue-green eyes, and rusty brown hair. Liz knew that he would hold a lot of girls' crushes from this moment on. As Derrick started moving to a back desk, Liz just then realized that her mouth was open. She closed it, and listened to the teacher talk about the day's assignment.
Since she was listening, she hadn't noticed the hurt expression on Max's face. Well Max, he said to himself, it's not like you didn't know that there was other attractive guys in this school. You did also said that you were just friends, so she can look at any guy she wants. Max told himself that because he didn't want to admit to himself that Liz's gawking had hurt him. He turned his attention back to the teacher as she explained an interesting assignment…
"Come on Liz! If you want guys to notice you, you've got to have more finesse." Maria Deluca said to her brunette friend. Maria loved her friend dearly, but she couldn't see how she could just let Max hurt her day after day. She wanted to help her get on with her life. "Maria, your idea of finesse is just totally not me." Liz Parker said to her blond friend from a gray dressing stall.
Liz knew that Maria was trying to help her forget Max, but she didn't want to. No matter what Maria tried to do, she would never forget him and his love for her. Maria couldn't stop the heartache of when Max told them they had to be "just friends", and Maria couldn't stop the longing of Max's touch.
"How do I know if I can't see it? That's what I'm here for you know. To help your wardrobe problems." Maria was getting a little impatient. She waited a couple more minutes, and then called out, "Liz Parker would you just come out already? You know you don't want me to go in there!" Liz sighed, and stepped out of the dressing room.
"Well, it looks..," was the only thing Maria had to say. "I know. It's so not good for me." Liz replied. The tight glittery shirt was very pretty, but not on me, Liz thought. "Wow, I could have sworn that it would work. I mean it's cool, slinky, hott, and…." Liz cut in. " You can try it on." Liz knew it was the type of thing Maria would like. "Really. You don't mind?" Maria was just itching to try it on.
"No, go ahead. I'll go find um, something else." Liz said after she had taken the shirt off and replaced it with her own. "Don't you dare pick out another sweater!" Maria called from one of the dressing stalls. Liz sighed as she put the blue-gray sweater she had picked out back on the rack. She knows me far too well, Liz decided.
After many failed attempts, the teenage girls decided to leave and try their luck some other time. "I'm so not looking for another shift at the Crashdown," Maria stated, " No offense or anything. It's just that I can only take wearing those silver wobbly antennae things on my head for so long. I mean, how dorky can I look everyday?" Maria instantly regretted saying what she did. Liz's father was a very good boss, and even though he had no real fashion statement when it came to his waitresses, he was pretty cool.
Liz didn't seem hurt by Maria's outburst. "Yeah, I know. May I have to remind you that I have a longer shift than you do? Besides it doesn't look like Michael minds the antennae." Liz knew that Maria didn't really mind Michael looking at her, even if she thought she looked dorky. Maria snorted and replied, "I'd be surprised if Michael noticed anything about me at all." Liz knew how painful it was when someone you like doesn't notice you anymore. Max knows I exist, but only in a friend-ly way, she painfully thought to herself.
The next day at school, Liz was dolefully putting her books in her locker. Another wonderful day at school, she sarcastically thought. Another day of staring at Max, knowing that I shouldn't torture myself. Liz started to dream about Max coming to sweep her off her feet, but then snapped back to reality. Maria came bouncing along and met Liz at her locker. "Well, it seems like that shirt looks good on you," the brown eyed girl playfully said. "Yeah, it does doesn't it," Maria then tactfully said, "just like your sweater looks good on you."
Liz started walking down the hallway. Maria followed her steps and continued. "Come on Liz. Can't you wear something else? I mean what's up with the sweater wearage all of a sudden?" Liz didn't reply. Maria, though her best friend, wouldn't understand. Liz liked wearing clothes that didn't have the hott factor, because Max had said once that he liked her in sweaters. She didn't want her to know, because Liz knew it was pathetic.
"And besides, it is a mite chilly out there." Alex said coming from behind them, sporting a fake English accent. They trio continued walking and talking until they got to their sixth hour class. Liz loved sixth, because it was science. She hated it because her science partner was Max. As Liz walked in, she was relieved to see that Max wasn't there yet, so it gave her a few minutes to prepare herself.
Just as Liz thought she was ready, Max came in and shattered her protective bubble. He came over and sat down next to her. "Hey. What's up?" he casually asked. "Oh. Uh, nothing." Good reply Liz, she thought. How stupid could you have been? She looked over at him to see if he noticed her freaking out, but he was busy looking elsewhere.
She studied him more closely. Oh, look at those wonderful brown eyes, she thought, and that wonderful exotic black/brown hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it. She then looked down and placed her glaze at his lips. Kiss me, she shouted in her head. She just wanted to run in his arms, and make him kiss her. As she was dissecting his looks, she noticed his head turning toward her. She suddenly looked away. Nice Liz, you just let yourself slip.
Mentally kicking herself, she turned her attention to the teacher. "Class, we have a new student joining us. His name is Derrick Hahn. Please make him feel as welcome as you can." Through the door came a boy who looked as striking as you could possibly imagine. Liz heard gasps from most of the girls in her class. Derrick had blue-green eyes, and rusty brown hair. Liz knew that he would hold a lot of girls' crushes from this moment on. As Derrick started moving to a back desk, Liz just then realized that her mouth was open. She closed it, and listened to the teacher talk about the day's assignment.
Since she was listening, she hadn't noticed the hurt expression on Max's face. Well Max, he said to himself, it's not like you didn't know that there was other attractive guys in this school. You did also said that you were just friends, so she can look at any guy she wants. Max told himself that because he didn't want to admit to himself that Liz's gawking had hurt him. He turned his attention back to the teacher as she explained an interesting assignment…