Maria and Max exchanged glances and then looked back at Michael. This was not exactly the effect their plan was supposed to have on him.
"Uh Max? Was this supposed to happen? Cause if it was I may have to contact Will Smith."
"Sorry, the plan didn't come with easy to read directions on the side of the box."
"So what do we do? Wait? I'm not exactly the most patient person."
"In that case, good luck. We have no choice."
The bell rang and they separated
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"Liz can we talk?" Michael asked Liz as he sat next to her at lunch.
"Sure."
"Seen Maria today?"
"Nope"
"Max?"
"Sorry haven't seen them either. You know something I don't know?"
"Max and Maria are attending tonight's dance."
"What's the big deal? I'll be there too."
"Together. I have a date so I think you need one too." Michael stood up.
"Why do I need a date."
Michael walked away without an answer.
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"Could this place be any cheesier?" Maria said entering the gym filled with 60's decor. Students dressed in tie-dye, peace sign necklaces, and beaded hair were scattered around dancing to a Grateful Dead song. Max and Maria sat on the bleachers.
"Maria, you see them?"
"See who?" She was toxicated by Max's eyes. They were beautiful.
"Michael and Liz." Maria scanned the room and spotted Michael and Jordan.
"There's Michael. He's next to the wing-nuts in the 70's clothes. How can someone not know what the clothes of the decades are?"
Maria stared at Max's eyes again. They were mesmerizing as if putting her in a trance. Wait Maria, she thought, what's going on? You like Michael not Max it must be all these M names getting you confused.
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Michael stood listening to Jordan confess that she had a crush on him for the longest time. He felt bad that she was nothing to him but somehow he was slowly feeling that he wasn't using her. He had never thought of her as more than a person you talk to occasionally or borrow money from when you are dying of thirst. Tonight was different.
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"Liz, why didn't you go? You could have had fun. Kept an eye on Maria. I mean Evil Bitch From Hell!." Liz sat talking to herself in the mirror.
Despite Michael's orders for attending she refused them and stayed home watching a Brady Bunch marathon.
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"I wonder where Liz is." Max said worriedly searching for her.
"I have no idea, probably at home watching Brady Bunch. She sure loves that Greg."
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"You wanna blow this place? It's cheesier than a Green Bay Packers fan."
"Ya let's." Michael led Jordan outside and walked to the Crash Down Cafe. When they got there it was closed. There was no point in leaving it open on dance nights. The whole teenage crowd would be at the school.
"Awww. I was so looking forward to some alien blood or something."
Well if you really want some. Your wish is my command. Michael smiled at the thought. "Don't worry... I have connections." Michael found a few little rocks and threw them at Liz's window. A few seconds passed and she hadn't opened it so he threw another.
"Hey!" Liz yelled "That almost hit me! Michael what you want?"
"I'll take a couple shakes."
"We're closed."
"Please Liz!"
She knew Michael was not to be messed with so she went down and let him in.
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"There's no point in staying here. They're gone."
"Max, remember it's me. Maria! Liz's best friend. To the Cafe Batman!!"
They walked and sat in a booth.
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A few tables down were Michael and Jordan drinking shakes and joking around.
Flirting.
"Hey!" Maria whispered to Max "He's supposed to flirt with me not her."
"We'll just have to make them insanely jealous. Remember the plan?"
"Unfortunately yes. So far I am not liking it. So what do we do?"
"I was going to suggest a kiss but..." Maria glanced back at Michael and then quickly at Max.
"Thanks for warning me!"
"I tried."
"Ok that is some major tonsil hockey! Not just Mighty Duck's peewee hockey ... that's full on Wayne Gretzky hockey!"