Pile of lies
Category- Max and
Liz (well, not yet) and Max/Tess (sort of)
Summary- Liz tells
Isabel the truth about EotW. Max tells Michael about Tess. Kyle gets mad at
Tess.
Disclaimer- don't
own it, don't sue, don't have anything you want
Rating- PG, PG-13…
A/N- I DO NOT hate Tess. I swear, I don't. I think she's pretty cool. She's just being kind of weird (like Alex), it's part of the story. Oh, yeah. And sorry about the pink font color *sheepish grin* I forgot to change it before I submitted the chapter. (That's how my computer's automatically set) Please review :D Thanks for the feedback!
"Answer me," Isabel commanded. Liz
searched through her brain for a plausible response. Nothing came up. "Um, you
see, Isabel, I-"
"Don't lie to me, Liz. I want the whole
truth," Isabel's eyes flashed angrily, "What have you been hiding from all of
us?" Liz gave a resigned sigh, "All right. I didn't ever sleep with Kyle. I
just set it up to look like I did," she waited for Isabel to comment on
the before continuing. Isabel's face took on an amused expression, "I already
knew that, thank you. Now I want to know why."
"How did you even know about the Kyle
thing?" Liz asked, avoiding having to answer Isabel's question. "Liz, you know
that when I get bored, I dream walk people. I just happened to stumble into a
dream of yours in which you were telling Max you didn't sleep with Kyle. I
didn't think anything of it at the time," Isabel explained, smiling knowingly.
"Oh. Dream walking is an invasion of people's privacy you know," Liz told her.
"I know it is," Isabel started to walk away and Liz breathed a sigh of relief. Thank
God I didn't have to answer. Isabel turned around, "You still have to tell
me why."
Alex locked himself in his room, and
sat down in his desk, looking over the small, brown book. He turned the pages
one by one, carefully copying all the strange symbols on to his own piece of
paper. He had absolutely no idea why in the heck he was doing this; it was
almost like an impulse. His brows creased furiously as he stared at the signs,
writing letters in English underneath each one. How the hell can I translate
these?! I don't even have the slightest clue what they mean! He wondered in
awe as he started forming sentences with them. Confused, he looked from the
signs, to the pictures, to the signs, to the pictures again. His eyes narrowed
as he shook his head in bewilderment. This doesn't make sense. The words
don't go with the pictures. He started to rub his temples. His fingers
traced over the signs and, struck with an idea, he quickly flipped to the back
of the book. Just as he thought, there was a picture of Zan and Ava, with Ava
pregnant. He translated the words, and an evil grin spread across his face. He
got up, opened his closet door, and placed a plate of food in it. "I'll be rid
of the heir sooner than you think," he laughed.
Michael stood in front of Max's
door, not knowing exactly why he was there. He had felt some sort of strange
impulse to talk to Max last night, but had avoided it until now. He decided it
would be safer to go in through Max's window. No chance of having to see the
parents then. Michael climbed up the window and looked in. Max was sitting in a
chair, not moving. He had a blank stare on his face. Michael knocked on the
glass a few times, expecting Max to get up and open the window, or complain
about Michael's being there. But he didn't. He just sat there, unblinking, not
even registering Michael's presence. Michael decided to open the window
himself. "Hey, Max! I'm here!" he said once he got in. Max didn't say anything
back. Okay, this is giving me the creeps, Michael shivered. "Maxwell,
what's wrong?" he hit Max on the back. Max's head snapped around, "Michael,
what are you doing here?" he asked almost accusingly. "I thought you might need
some company. Why didn't you see me? You were just sitting in your chair like a
statue,"
"Why would I need company? Did Tess tell
everyone what happened?!" Max's eyes widened considerably. "No, she didn't.
Something happened? What happened? Tell me," Michael eyed his friend. "I don't
want to talk about it," Max said weakly, flopping down on his bed. Then, as if
on second thought, he got off the bed with a shudder, and went back to his
chair. "Well, you're going to have to- so start talking!" Michael ordered
gruffly. "I don't even know how it happened, Michael. I mean, Tess wanted
to go to UFOnics before I dropped her off…" and so Max continued telling
Michael the whole story of what happened, including his suspicions of Tess
pulling some sort of trick. "Wow, man. You've sure got some bad luck," was all
Michael said when Max was finished. "What that's it? You're not even going to
give me advice?" Max looked over at his best friend helplessly, with a
you've-gotta-help-me-man look. "Do you really think Tess could have faked it? I
don't think she's that bad a person," Michael questioned. "I don't know. It's
not like we'll ever find out the truth," Max heaved a sigh. "Not unless she
gets pregnant," Michael offered helpfully. "Don't even think that!"
Isabel's mouth was hanging open and
refused to close by the time Liz finished talking. She couldn't believe Liz had
gone through all that these past few months. "Liz, I don't know what to say.
I…I have a whole new respect for you. And how much you love my brother. If I
was you, I probably would have been like, 'screw the world!'" Isabel laughed
shakily and Liz smiled, "No, you wouldn't have. You would have done the same
thing I did, but probably using a different method." "Actually, you're probably
right," Isabel agreed. Liz's eyes darted around the balcony worriedly, "You
won't tell Max, will you?" Isabel bit her lip, "Well, Liz, you know that I-"
"I mean, it's not like it's going to
change anything," Liz interrupted hastily, "After all, Max is with Tess now and
I'm sure he likes it that way." Isabel started laughing out loud and Liz gave
her a weird look. Liz, honey, if you only knew. "Anyway, I just- I don't
want him to know," Liz finished, knowing that Isabel would still tell Max no
matter what. After all, they were brother and sister. "I think he deserves to
know. I really do," Isabel told her sincerely. Liz shrugged and then looked in
through the door and saw Maria getting up, "Maria's awake! Come on,"
"Hey guys! Good morning. Why didn't you
wake me up?" Maria greeted them sleepily when they came in. "Sorry. We were
having an intense conversation strictly for cool people only," Isabel
apologized teasingly. "Thanks a lot!" Maria grumped, but then she brightened,
"You told her, didn't you?" she asked Liz. "Sure did," Liz answered. The three
girls were silent for a few minutes before Maria decided to break the silence,
"Okay. I'm gonna make everyone breakfast!"
Kyle stormed into Tess's (well actually,
his) bedroom, ripping off the covers from the bed and shaking her awake. "Ow!"
Tess groaned, "What's your problem?" Kyle glared at her, "Where the hell where
you last night?!" he yelled angrily. "What's it to you?" she shot back at him. Kyle
thought he detected the slightest hint of a New York accent, but ignored it. "Dad
and I were worried out of our damn minds! I went to bed at 1:30 and you still
weren't home!" Tess didn't answer. "Where the hell were you last night?" he
asked again, lowering his voice quite a bit so he wouldn't upset his dad. Tess
looked away, "Why should you care where I was or what I was doing?"
"Because I- we care about you," he said
quietly. Tess laughed harshly, "No, you don't," she stated clearly, as though
she had no doubt. "Exactly how would you know that?" Kyle countered. "I just
know. You- none of you- care about me." Then she ran out of the room.