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Perspective: Liz

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Liz sat on her bed and tucked her chestnut hair behind her ears, a slight breeze blew lightly through her window; she lent down to the chest of drawers beside her bed and grabbed the diary from her bottom drawer.

This one was almost full already; she found it impossible not to write pages of thoughts once she got started. She crossed her legs, leant against the wall and closed her eyes. The breeze felt really refreshing on her smooth skin.

How could she write all that she was feeling tonight? There were far too many thoughts and emotions running through her mind. She tilted her head to the side, Max was coming, it was almost like she could feel his presence arriving. Liz opened her eyes. She could hear him climbing up onto her balcony, his strong hands gripping the metal bars of the fire escape.

She wandered absently over to the window and saw his face appear over the side; it was a silent, starry night and she gazed at the vast white moon that was pouring a silvery liquid looking substance over the street. Liz climbed out of her window and sat on the small wooden bench that was backed against the brick wall of her house.

Her grandfather had made the bench with her father when he was a small boy. She treasured it dearly; like a family heir loom. Whenever she needed some time to herself she often found herself sitting on "Parker's bench" gazing at the sky above. Max sat silently next to her and put his arm round her shoulder; she shivered slightly and leant her head on his shoulder with her knees tucked under her chin. She felt like a small child who needed protecting.

He knew something was wrong with her, she could tell, but he didn't say anything. Liz was glad. She hadn't told anyone, not even Maria; she supposed now, that telling her diary wasn't a good idea either. Anyone could read it, or steal it, like Michael had when they first met. Max and Liz sat in a comfortable silence for hours, he stroked her hair and said nothing, just the feeling of him holding her was comforting, she decided that she wouldn't tell him. Not yet anyway.

She awoke on her bed with a blanket pulled over her, she must have fallen asleep last night and Max had brought her inside. It was just past dawn; Liz could tell by the way the light reflected in her room, an orange glow bounced off her four bedroom walls.

It was a mild day, so Liz dressed quickly in some khaki pants and a light t shirt and shuffled downstairs. Her father was already up, wiping to counters in the Crashdown, she never failed to be amazed by the amount of pride and effort her father put into the diner, he was up every day at 5am and in bed past midnight. She shook her head fondly as she heard Elvis playing softly on the radio which he hummed and clicked his fingers to; she smiled, for the first time in days, and walked into the diner to say good morning to her dad. He looked up as she approached

"Morning sweetheart" A kiss was planted firmly on her forehead "You're up early"

"I couldn't really sleep"

She grabbed a broom and started to sweep around the tables. She guessed her father sensed her sombre mood so he turned up the music and grabbed her hands.

"Did you know dancing is the best known cure for a bad mood?"

He twirled her round like she was six again. She couldn't help but laugh. When the song ended she held onto him and gave him a long lasting hug.

"Thanks dad."

He smiled and looked at her.

"You know I'm always here if you need someone to talk to…right?"

She nodded and looked away; her dad squeezed her hand and went back to tidying up. It was the weekend, so Michael worked an early shift, when he knocked on the glass door of the Crashdown Liz was surprisingly startled. She opened the door

"What are you doing here?"

"Thanks for the warm welcome" Michael barged into the restaurant and grabbed a small apple tart from the counter top. He was wearing his Crashdown uniform which consisted of plain white trousers and top, it looked unusually clean; Liz suspected Maria might have been behind that.

She noticed he was wearing a smart new watch on his left wrist, it hung from his wrist, a few links needed to be removed. His hair was short and messy, falling down across his forehead. He rubbed his eyes.

"Maria said you two were going shopping today" crumbs sprayed all over the newly cleaned counter. Liz brought her hand to her head; she had completely forgotten they had agreed to go shopping last week for Alex's pool party that Sunday.

"Right!" she nodded confidently "yeah we were going to buy some new bathing suits for Alex's birthday. Are you going?"

Michael shrugged "Well you know I am one busy guy!" He sloped off into the kitchen to start preparing the food for opening time.

Alex had been talking about his birthday for weeks on end; he had decided a pool party was his best option to impress Isabel - he was a fantastic diver. "Plus it wouldn't hurt to see her in a bathing suit" Alex had laughed.

Later that day Maria entered the Crashdown with a big smile on her face. Her shoulder length hair flicked around her face, Liz noticed she was wearing the hair pin Michael had bought her for their anniversary, under Liz's instruction, obviously.

"Isn't it just gorgeous." She babbled. It was more of a statement than a question. Liz nodded, examining it as though it was the first time.

"I just knew he was listening when I told him how much I loved it. And you could totally tell he loved the watch I got him. He actually said 'I love it' I know! Can you believe it? I was slightly shocked myself. And then he said… "

Maria tended to talk a lot when she was happy. Liz was grateful; it meant no questions would be asked about her mood. Michael walked up to the table they were sitting at, the Crashdown was quite empty that morning with three couples scattered around the diner.

"Right nothing skimpy, see through or sexy. Just remember the three "S's" and you'll be fine"

"Michael..!"

"I'm serious! You get a lot of perverts who want to chat you up for the wrong reasons -'excuse me do you need help putting sun cream on your back?' or 'would you like another drink?'" He raised his eyebrows "Know what I'm saying!"

"Michael…it's an 18th birthday party! Alex's for that matter! Do you seriously think anyone would even know how to chat up girls there?" She laughed.

"Well, I've decided to come anyway, you know, it is Alex's big day after all"

Maria rolled her eyes.

"Well we are off now aren't we Lizzy"

Michael stooped down to kiss her tenderly on lips and Maria patted his chest affectionately.

"See you later Spaceboy!"

She grabbed Liz's hand and they bounded out of the Crashdown into the beating sunlight.

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