Max gazed into the full-length mirror, straightening out his tux jacket,
his eyes flickering over to Michael who grumbled as he tried to figure out
how to tie a bow-tie. With a frustrated tug, he sent the slight material
flying across the room. A small smile tugged on Max's lips at his friend's
impatient gesture. Typical of Michael.
A knock sounded on his bedroom door a few minutes before it opened to reveal his sister, Isabel in her maid-of-honor garment. It was a dark, emerald green which look stunning against her tan skin and her dark, golden blonde hair. She had applied her make-up with an expert's touch, making it seem natural while highlighting her best features.
"Are you two ready yet? Mom wants to take a few pictures before we head over to the church and make sure everything is set." Isabel arched a brow at the tie that lay at her feet before meeting Michael's dark look. "It appears you guys need a woman's help on dressing." She bent over and picked up the bow-tie and walked over to Michael. She proceeded to knot it about his neck without any problems.
"I'm ready." Max said quietly from in front of the window, his mind a few blocks away and on a certain person - a person he no longer had the right to think about and care about. It was Tess that should be filling his mind and heart now and the rest of his life, not Liz and what might have been.
He hadn't seen Liz in ages, not since she helped them against the last crisis with the Skins. He looked around school hoping to catch a glimpse of her, even knowing that it was wrong of him to think like that. She was the one that pushed him away, and he finally accepted the fact and found comfort in Tess's arms. more ways that one. He always thought that Liz would be his first and only, but things had changed out differently.
He braced his hands on the window sill and rested his forehead against the cool glass. He had thought a lot of things, and look how things turned out? Liz had slept with Kyle, he had slept with Tess, and now he was to be married.
A groan escaped his lips as an image flashed before his eyes. It was Liz and him in front of an Elvis impersonator, getting married in Vegas with all their friends gathered around them. Another image came soon after the first.. Their first dance as man and wife. What could it mean? Was it just wishful thinking of what might have been? Or was it another lifetime..?
"Max?! Are you okay?" Isabel had rushed up to him when she heard him groan, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Michael had taken a step forward to help as well, but stopped to let Isabel take over.
"Yeah. I just. I'll be at the church. I need to do something first." Without an explanation, he quickly left his room and the house, heading towards. what he didn't know. He just walked where his feet and heart were taking him.
A knock sounded on his bedroom door a few minutes before it opened to reveal his sister, Isabel in her maid-of-honor garment. It was a dark, emerald green which look stunning against her tan skin and her dark, golden blonde hair. She had applied her make-up with an expert's touch, making it seem natural while highlighting her best features.
"Are you two ready yet? Mom wants to take a few pictures before we head over to the church and make sure everything is set." Isabel arched a brow at the tie that lay at her feet before meeting Michael's dark look. "It appears you guys need a woman's help on dressing." She bent over and picked up the bow-tie and walked over to Michael. She proceeded to knot it about his neck without any problems.
"I'm ready." Max said quietly from in front of the window, his mind a few blocks away and on a certain person - a person he no longer had the right to think about and care about. It was Tess that should be filling his mind and heart now and the rest of his life, not Liz and what might have been.
He hadn't seen Liz in ages, not since she helped them against the last crisis with the Skins. He looked around school hoping to catch a glimpse of her, even knowing that it was wrong of him to think like that. She was the one that pushed him away, and he finally accepted the fact and found comfort in Tess's arms. more ways that one. He always thought that Liz would be his first and only, but things had changed out differently.
He braced his hands on the window sill and rested his forehead against the cool glass. He had thought a lot of things, and look how things turned out? Liz had slept with Kyle, he had slept with Tess, and now he was to be married.
A groan escaped his lips as an image flashed before his eyes. It was Liz and him in front of an Elvis impersonator, getting married in Vegas with all their friends gathered around them. Another image came soon after the first.. Their first dance as man and wife. What could it mean? Was it just wishful thinking of what might have been? Or was it another lifetime..?
"Max?! Are you okay?" Isabel had rushed up to him when she heard him groan, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Michael had taken a step forward to help as well, but stopped to let Isabel take over.
"Yeah. I just. I'll be at the church. I need to do something first." Without an explanation, he quickly left his room and the house, heading towards. what he didn't know. He just walked where his feet and heart were taking him.