Summary: Liz and Max used to be the best of friends and then he got famous, and they stopped talking to each other. What happens when they meet at a wedding years later.
Rating: PG13, just in case.
Spoilers: None, AU story.
Disclaimer: Own nothing of Roswell; characters, settings, etc. All belong to Jason, Melinda and Co.
Feedback: That would be nice! J
Prologue
The boy pointed up towards the night sky. "Did you see that? A shooting star!"
The girl sitting next to him on the lawn chair, that resided on her balcony, looking to where he was pointing.
"That means you have to make a wish Max." she replied, now looking at her best friend.
"Liz, that stuff is for girls." Max Evans scoffed.
"Uh- huh," Liz Parker did not look impressed, "You weren't saying that last year, it's just that you've become a 'Manly 13 year old' now"
"Don't make fun." Max said seriously, but there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips all the same.
"Not that you need it, but maybe you could have wished for luck at your audition tomorrow" Liz stated.
"You're right, I don't need it." Max said smugly.
"Aren't you at least nervous?" Liz asked even though she already knew the answer.
"Yeah, a little bit." Max said. Liz was the only person that Max let in fully. She knew his deepest secrets and he knew hers. He could just be Max with her, nothing else.
"You will impress the hell out of those judges, I just know it," Liz reassured. She suddenly looked very serious. "Max, when you become a big superstar, when people will know what an amazing voice you have, you won't stop being my friend, will you?"
"Oh, Lizzie, come here," Max opened his arms and Liz crawled into them, "I will never stop being your friend. Your best friend."
"Promise?" Liz sounded uncertain.
"Promise."
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A 25 year old Liz woke up from her dream to the sound of Max's very voice playing on her radio.
She turned it off.
"What a load of crap." Liz stated bitterly.
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Thats it. RR please!