Title: Aideliz
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't owe any of the characters.
Category: Mi/L/Au. No Aliens. Can you guys believe that? It's completely Au.
Summary: You'll have to read it, because I don't want to give anything away.
Rating: Still not sure, but for now it's Pg-13.
Authors note: This fic is for Julie, Erin, Talena, Summer, Lee, Eva, Nikki, Laura, Belinda, Kay and everyone that enjoys my angst and not so common fluffy fics. Don't fear this isn't angst.
Feedback: I live for this.
Chapter 2
Liz tried to control her excitement as she got inside Max's BMW. She put her seatbelt on, knowing he wouldn't start the car until she did. She wanted to get out of his presences as soon as possible. Liz looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by. She would bite her lip, flex her hand and feet, play with her hair and she was unaware of doing any of it. She just felt electricity running through her body, she didn't need to close her eyes to remember Michael, because she could still see him clearly.
Max narrowed his eyes, he could feel Liz's enthusiasm and he didn't like the waiter; he didn't like him at all. Max could tell Liz was thrilled to have met him and he felt the waiter would sooner or later be a threat to him.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
Liz sighed once her house came to view, she loved it as much as she hated. She hated the security around the house, the gates that made it look like a prison, she hated that it represented just how much money her family had. All her life she wanted to be like everyone else, where kids would actually have fun and not have to follow protocol, where kids could be kids. She remembered how she used to sneak out of private school and go to the nearest public school. She enjoyed watching them; they represented everything she didn't have; freedom, a happy childhood and friends. But as Max moved through the gate and the fountain in the middle of the garden came into view she remembered the house was magical too.
Max pulled over in front of her house and she quickly got out of the car. She knew Max would have open her door, but she wanted to make it clear that she was independent that unlike other girls in her social status she could actually fetch for herself and had a mind of her own.
Liz went ahead of Max, not wanting to be in his presences any longer, she rushed passed her father before he could stop her, but when she reached the stairs she took her time. She didn't know why but since she saw Michael she felt different, saw things differently. The stairs and the mirrors around the house what was she loved the most, a princess always walked down the stairs so at the end it could meet her prince. She didn't know what it was about mirrors that she loved, it wasn't that she loved looking at herself; it was how they looked in a room. She couldn't quite explain it. Liz heard her father greet Max and she rushed up the stairs, not wanting to be involved in their male bonding. She had better things to do like trying to figure out what to wear for her date with Michael.
* * *
Jeff clapped Max on the back. "Where did you take her?"
"A coffee/book shop," Max answered, painfully, that wasn't his idea of fun.
Jeff smiled widely, "I knew you had culture, if only Liz could see that. Don't worry; she'll come around. She won't find anyone better than you."
Max tried to keep his smug grin off his face so he settled for a hopeful look. "You think so?"
"My boy, I know so. If not I'll set her straight. Now come, we have business to attend to." Jeff led him to his home office. "Do you want something to drink?" Jeff asked, pouring himself some brandy.
"No, Sir."
Jeff chuckled, pleased with Max. "Always so modest. I've told you to call me Jeff. We'll soon be family."
"That is if Liz wants to, Sir—Jeff," Max said, playing the considerate part.
"She will. Now the merger will do us good, if she doesn't see how good of a match you are, she'll see that," Jeff Parker stated. He loved his daughter, but they were building an Empire, she would understand. After all the money that was made out of their business was the one she used, it was time she made her contribution.
* * *
An hour later Liz came down, it was dinnertime and if she was home she could make time to spend with her family. Liz didn't bother to stifle a groan when she saw Max. She was furious, couldn't they see she wasn't interested? Mentally sighing, she sat down in her chair, to her father's left next to Max. "Good evening, Mother, Father…Max."
Jeff grabbed Liz's hand and squeezed it. "Liz, tomorrow there's a meeting and I want you to be there, so you can see the ropes, meeting my colleges."
Liz nodded, knowing her father wasn't going to accept other wise. She hated not knowing what to study. She was 18 and with no idea where she wanted to take her life, so she did as her father had asked, she took a year off and stayed around to see how business was managed. She knew her father hoped she would take what he did as a career option, but she hated it, she hated his work and she knew she wasn't cut out to do it. It was boring and too formal and she hated formality, she had grown up in formality.
Dinner went by fairly quickly and this time, she wouldn't be able to escape Max. They moved to the family room and with pitiful excuses her parents left her alone with Max.
The silence was awkward; they both knew she didn't want him. Liz cleared her throat and started to speak slowly. She may not like the guy, but she was grateful that he'd never tried to make a pass at her. "Look, Max, your nice and all, but I'm just not interested."
Max sighed, "I know, Liz, but couldn't we just give it a try?"
"We better not, I don't want my parents to get their hopes up, because it's not going to happen," Liz said more forcefully.
"Liz, it will be good for business."
Realization hit Liz like a thousand bricks. "Business? So this is what this is all about, for you and for my father, huh?" Liz shook her head. "Get out."
"Li—Liz…" Max shuttered.
"I said to get out." Liz pointed to the way out.
Max sighed and left, but he still wasn't giving up.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
The next day Liz prepared herself for her father's business meeting, deciding what to wear was the hardest, it had to be elegant, business like and she had to chose the right color, nothing flashy, but not to serious and nothing that gave away that she actually had a mind.
Liz mentally sighed as she heard their chatter. She had no idea what they were talking about because as soon as the meeting started she had tuned them out. Liz had no idea why her father insisted she go to those meetings, she knew that besides wanting her to marry Max for a merger, her father wanted a man ahead of the Parker Corporation not a woman and she knew he wouldn't settle for anyone that wasn't Max. 'But he'll have to,' Liz thought, determinately. Liz saw the clock and groaned, the meeting was going to take all day and she really wasn't interested in investing, or expanding.
When the meeting was adjourned Liz was ready to pick up her things and dash out of the room, but her father called her. "Yeah?"
Jeff looked disapprovingly at her. "Liz, you could pay more attention to the meeting and be nicer to Max."
Liz shook her head. "Dad, I'm not interested in the business or in Max, much less Max so what's the use?"
"Liz, he's a good match—"
"For who for me or you?" Liz asked, seriously, yet bitterly.
"Liz—"
Liz held up her hand. "I have an appointment, Dad."
"Where?" Not wanting to know he said, "Let Max take you."
"I rather hitchhike," Liz called out for she was already out the door.
* * *
Liz quickly changed, happy she had chose her clothes the other day, it was already 4:00 pm and she didn't want to be late. She carefully put her hair in a bun, leaving a strand out to fall on her face, she put her perfume on and looked herself over the mirror. Her jeans and red sweater showed her figure off nicely.
She called a cab, not wanting to be driven there, she knew the chauffer would report to her father, they always did.
Liz walked into Antar and she immediately spotted Michael. He was talking to another guy, and by the apron she could tell he also worked there.
* * *
Michael knew immediately the moment she had walked inside the room, it was as if the air had changed. Their eyes met and it was as if he weren't himself anymore. He took off his apron that said, "Antar, Coffee and Book Shop," and handed it to his partner, John. "I gotta go," Michael mumbled and left a bewildered John behind.
Michael grabbed his jacket and walked up to her. "Hi."
Liz shyly smiled, "Hi."
They stood in silence, just staring at each other, it was like they were in their own little world and to John they looked like idiots.
John cleared his throat. "Michael, are you going to get out of here or are you going to stay here and make gooey eyes at the girl?"
Michael startled turned to John. "We're going. We're going, jeez, since when can't a guy stare at a beautiful woman?"
Liz blushed, "Where are we going?"
"To eat. I'm starving," Michael replied smiling at her and lead her to his motorcycle.
Liz saw the motorcycle and took a step back. "We are going oin that?"
Michael nodded, "Never been on a motorcycle before?"
"No."
Michael got on it and turned to Liz. "There's no science to it. You just hold on to me."
Liz nervously bit her lip, but got behind Michael and held on to him tight.
Michael stopped in front of Gregorio's Pizza Place and carefully got off the bike. He saw Liz was shaken and disappointment filled him. If they couldn't deal with his baby they couldn't deal with him. "Are you okay?"
Liz heard his question, but she didn't answer. She was shaking. She felt the cold wind blowing in her face, the fact that she need to hold Michael tightly, she could still feel the heat of his body, it all had been a rush and finally she spoke. "OMG, that was scary!" She looked at him wickedly. "Can we do it again? I loved it!"
Michael smirked and took her hand, they were cold, but he could feel her pulse racing and he could feel the relief welling in his heart. She had passed.
Liz felt light and relieved, somehow she had taken a test and she had passed and she could tell that was a good thing.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
To be continued…
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't owe any of the characters.
Category: Mi/L/Au. No Aliens. Can you guys believe that? It's completely Au.
Summary: You'll have to read it, because I don't want to give anything away.
Rating: Still not sure, but for now it's Pg-13.
Authors note: This fic is for Julie, Erin, Talena, Summer, Lee, Eva, Nikki, Laura, Belinda, Kay and everyone that enjoys my angst and not so common fluffy fics. Don't fear this isn't angst.
Feedback: I live for this.
Chapter 2
Liz tried to control her excitement as she got inside Max's BMW. She put her seatbelt on, knowing he wouldn't start the car until she did. She wanted to get out of his presences as soon as possible. Liz looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by. She would bite her lip, flex her hand and feet, play with her hair and she was unaware of doing any of it. She just felt electricity running through her body, she didn't need to close her eyes to remember Michael, because she could still see him clearly.
Max narrowed his eyes, he could feel Liz's enthusiasm and he didn't like the waiter; he didn't like him at all. Max could tell Liz was thrilled to have met him and he felt the waiter would sooner or later be a threat to him.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
Liz sighed once her house came to view, she loved it as much as she hated. She hated the security around the house, the gates that made it look like a prison, she hated that it represented just how much money her family had. All her life she wanted to be like everyone else, where kids would actually have fun and not have to follow protocol, where kids could be kids. She remembered how she used to sneak out of private school and go to the nearest public school. She enjoyed watching them; they represented everything she didn't have; freedom, a happy childhood and friends. But as Max moved through the gate and the fountain in the middle of the garden came into view she remembered the house was magical too.
Max pulled over in front of her house and she quickly got out of the car. She knew Max would have open her door, but she wanted to make it clear that she was independent that unlike other girls in her social status she could actually fetch for herself and had a mind of her own.
Liz went ahead of Max, not wanting to be in his presences any longer, she rushed passed her father before he could stop her, but when she reached the stairs she took her time. She didn't know why but since she saw Michael she felt different, saw things differently. The stairs and the mirrors around the house what was she loved the most, a princess always walked down the stairs so at the end it could meet her prince. She didn't know what it was about mirrors that she loved, it wasn't that she loved looking at herself; it was how they looked in a room. She couldn't quite explain it. Liz heard her father greet Max and she rushed up the stairs, not wanting to be involved in their male bonding. She had better things to do like trying to figure out what to wear for her date with Michael.
* * *
Jeff clapped Max on the back. "Where did you take her?"
"A coffee/book shop," Max answered, painfully, that wasn't his idea of fun.
Jeff smiled widely, "I knew you had culture, if only Liz could see that. Don't worry; she'll come around. She won't find anyone better than you."
Max tried to keep his smug grin off his face so he settled for a hopeful look. "You think so?"
"My boy, I know so. If not I'll set her straight. Now come, we have business to attend to." Jeff led him to his home office. "Do you want something to drink?" Jeff asked, pouring himself some brandy.
"No, Sir."
Jeff chuckled, pleased with Max. "Always so modest. I've told you to call me Jeff. We'll soon be family."
"That is if Liz wants to, Sir—Jeff," Max said, playing the considerate part.
"She will. Now the merger will do us good, if she doesn't see how good of a match you are, she'll see that," Jeff Parker stated. He loved his daughter, but they were building an Empire, she would understand. After all the money that was made out of their business was the one she used, it was time she made her contribution.
* * *
An hour later Liz came down, it was dinnertime and if she was home she could make time to spend with her family. Liz didn't bother to stifle a groan when she saw Max. She was furious, couldn't they see she wasn't interested? Mentally sighing, she sat down in her chair, to her father's left next to Max. "Good evening, Mother, Father…Max."
Jeff grabbed Liz's hand and squeezed it. "Liz, tomorrow there's a meeting and I want you to be there, so you can see the ropes, meeting my colleges."
Liz nodded, knowing her father wasn't going to accept other wise. She hated not knowing what to study. She was 18 and with no idea where she wanted to take her life, so she did as her father had asked, she took a year off and stayed around to see how business was managed. She knew her father hoped she would take what he did as a career option, but she hated it, she hated his work and she knew she wasn't cut out to do it. It was boring and too formal and she hated formality, she had grown up in formality.
Dinner went by fairly quickly and this time, she wouldn't be able to escape Max. They moved to the family room and with pitiful excuses her parents left her alone with Max.
The silence was awkward; they both knew she didn't want him. Liz cleared her throat and started to speak slowly. She may not like the guy, but she was grateful that he'd never tried to make a pass at her. "Look, Max, your nice and all, but I'm just not interested."
Max sighed, "I know, Liz, but couldn't we just give it a try?"
"We better not, I don't want my parents to get their hopes up, because it's not going to happen," Liz said more forcefully.
"Liz, it will be good for business."
Realization hit Liz like a thousand bricks. "Business? So this is what this is all about, for you and for my father, huh?" Liz shook her head. "Get out."
"Li—Liz…" Max shuttered.
"I said to get out." Liz pointed to the way out.
Max sighed and left, but he still wasn't giving up.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
The next day Liz prepared herself for her father's business meeting, deciding what to wear was the hardest, it had to be elegant, business like and she had to chose the right color, nothing flashy, but not to serious and nothing that gave away that she actually had a mind.
Liz mentally sighed as she heard their chatter. She had no idea what they were talking about because as soon as the meeting started she had tuned them out. Liz had no idea why her father insisted she go to those meetings, she knew that besides wanting her to marry Max for a merger, her father wanted a man ahead of the Parker Corporation not a woman and she knew he wouldn't settle for anyone that wasn't Max. 'But he'll have to,' Liz thought, determinately. Liz saw the clock and groaned, the meeting was going to take all day and she really wasn't interested in investing, or expanding.
When the meeting was adjourned Liz was ready to pick up her things and dash out of the room, but her father called her. "Yeah?"
Jeff looked disapprovingly at her. "Liz, you could pay more attention to the meeting and be nicer to Max."
Liz shook her head. "Dad, I'm not interested in the business or in Max, much less Max so what's the use?"
"Liz, he's a good match—"
"For who for me or you?" Liz asked, seriously, yet bitterly.
"Liz—"
Liz held up her hand. "I have an appointment, Dad."
"Where?" Not wanting to know he said, "Let Max take you."
"I rather hitchhike," Liz called out for she was already out the door.
* * *
Liz quickly changed, happy she had chose her clothes the other day, it was already 4:00 pm and she didn't want to be late. She carefully put her hair in a bun, leaving a strand out to fall on her face, she put her perfume on and looked herself over the mirror. Her jeans and red sweater showed her figure off nicely.
She called a cab, not wanting to be driven there, she knew the chauffer would report to her father, they always did.
Liz walked into Antar and she immediately spotted Michael. He was talking to another guy, and by the apron she could tell he also worked there.
* * *
Michael knew immediately the moment she had walked inside the room, it was as if the air had changed. Their eyes met and it was as if he weren't himself anymore. He took off his apron that said, "Antar, Coffee and Book Shop," and handed it to his partner, John. "I gotta go," Michael mumbled and left a bewildered John behind.
Michael grabbed his jacket and walked up to her. "Hi."
Liz shyly smiled, "Hi."
They stood in silence, just staring at each other, it was like they were in their own little world and to John they looked like idiots.
John cleared his throat. "Michael, are you going to get out of here or are you going to stay here and make gooey eyes at the girl?"
Michael startled turned to John. "We're going. We're going, jeez, since when can't a guy stare at a beautiful woman?"
Liz blushed, "Where are we going?"
"To eat. I'm starving," Michael replied smiling at her and lead her to his motorcycle.
Liz saw the motorcycle and took a step back. "We are going oin that?"
Michael nodded, "Never been on a motorcycle before?"
"No."
Michael got on it and turned to Liz. "There's no science to it. You just hold on to me."
Liz nervously bit her lip, but got behind Michael and held on to him tight.
Michael stopped in front of Gregorio's Pizza Place and carefully got off the bike. He saw Liz was shaken and disappointment filled him. If they couldn't deal with his baby they couldn't deal with him. "Are you okay?"
Liz heard his question, but she didn't answer. She was shaking. She felt the cold wind blowing in her face, the fact that she need to hold Michael tightly, she could still feel the heat of his body, it all had been a rush and finally she spoke. "OMG, that was scary!" She looked at him wickedly. "Can we do it again? I loved it!"
Michael smirked and took her hand, they were cold, but he could feel her pulse racing and he could feel the relief welling in his heart. She had passed.
Liz felt light and relieved, somehow she had taken a test and she had passed and she could tell that was a good thing.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
To be continued…