Pile of lies
Category- Max and
Liz (well, not yet) and Max/Tess (sort of)
Summary- Isabel
tells Max what Liz told her. Maria tells Liz about Max and Tess. I finally have
something that could be considered a Max and Liz scene! Yay!
Disclaimer- don't
own it, don't sue, don't have anything you want
Rating- PG, PG-13…
A/N- Sometimes people might seem a bit out of character. That's just cuz I sometimes have a different picture of them in my mind (or how I'd like them to be once in a while) Sorry if you don't like it. Oh, yeah. Please review :D Thanks for the feedback!
"Tess, wait!" Kyle called after
her, following her to the living room. She was sitting on the couch, crying
softly. "Tess, what's wrong?" he tentatively put his arms around her.
"Nothing's wrong," she kept her eyes closed for a while in an attempt to stave
off any further tears. "Come on, tell me. Where were you?"
"With Max,"
came the whispered reply. "And you…?" she nodded. "I'll kill that bastard!"
Kyle narrowed his eyes menacingly. "No, it's okay, Kyle. Really," Tess smiled
wanly, "I'm just gonna go for a walk." She hugged him then left through the
front door. When she got out, she headed straight for Alex's house, grinning
widely, That performance was worthy of an Academy Award.
Isabel
unlocked the door to her house, trying hard to make a lot of noise. She liked
for her whole family to know when she was home. "Hey everyone! I'm back!" she
called happily, expecting to be greeted with warmth and love. She wasn't.
"Could you be any quieter?" Max said irritably, coming down the stairs
on his way to the fridge. "What's wrong with you? Where are Mom and Dad?"
Isabel looked around the room. "It just so happens our dear, beloved family
picked this weekend, of all the weekends, to go out of town. I found a note
this morning," He explained in a sarcastic voice. "OK. What gives? What's with
the attitude?"
"You really
want to know?" he questioned. "Well, as a matter of fact, I do," Isabel
replied. Max motioned for his sister to sit on the couch, "I'll tell you,
then," he paused uncomfortably for a minute, "Uh, see, last night, I sort of
got drunk. Then Tess and I sort of- well, Tess got me drunk…and then we-"
"Oh, my
God! No! You…you didn't! You couldn't have! Tell me you didn't," Isabel's hand
automatically flew to her mouth in horror. "I did," Max answered dejectedly,
"At least, I think I did…" Isabel gave him a look, "You THINK you did?!
What do you mean you THINK you did?!" she practically yelled. " I was drunk,
Iz. All I know is, I woke up and Tess was in bed with me," Max winced as he
remembered it. Isabel was aghast, "Oh, man! This is really bad. I had something
really good to tell you, too." she shrugged, biting her lip, "I thought that
after I told you, we could just fix a few things and everyone would live
happily ever after!" she sighed a little sadly, Great. Now I sound like
Maria!
"What was
it?" Max asked eagerly, he figured he could use any bit of good news that came
his way. "It won't matter now," Isabel told him pointedly. "I'd like to know
what this thing is anyway," Max crossed his arms over his chest. "I guess you
have a right to know. Well, you had a right to know, cuz now that
you've…with Tess, it just completely obliterates-" Max groaned loudly and
Isabel threw him a saccharine smile, "Fine. This is going to be a little hard
to say. It has to do with Liz. See, Max, back in October, Liz, Maria, and Alex
all went to go see a psychic and she told Liz-" as if on cue, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Max announced, picking it up immediately, "Oh, hi, Liz." Isabel
cursed the Irony Gods.
Liz
hung up the phone after she and Max finished talking. It was strange; she had
felt some sort of weird vibes from him. As if he were feeling guilty about
something. That's stupid, she told herself, what would he be feeling
guilty about? She looked up and saw Maria looming over the doorway. (Again)
"So, what did you and Max talk about?" Maria asked, a sardonic smile crossing
her face in a way that was impossible to interpret. "Why does it matter?"
"What did he
say to you?" Maria waved a hand through her long hair. "Oh, we didn't talk
about anything in particular," Liz answered, still not sure why Maria wanted to
know. "So I suppose he didn't mention what he did last night?" she question,
her voice rising, on the edge of maniacal anger. "No…he didn't say anything
about that…Maria, what's going on? What happened?" Liz was alarmed. "Nothing
important," Maria spat out, "Just that, he happened to have slept with Tess."
Liz flinched, "He…he did?" a tear started trickling down her cheek. She tried
to wipe it away before Maria saw it, but it was already too late. "Liz, are you
okay?"
"I'm fine,"
Liz replied, forcing a smile on her face, "I don't see why it's any of my
business what Max and Tess do."
"Don't lie
to me, babe. I'm your best friend, remember?" Maria reprimanded her lightly.
"Oh, Maria!" Maria sat down next to Liz and hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."
Liz shook her head, "No, I should be over him by now. There no point in…it's
just- why didn't he tell me?" she broke into a sob as tears started flowing
freely down her cheeks.
MONDAY (the next day)~
Max
walked through the halls at school Monday morning. He was searching for Liz.
Michael told him he had told Maria about what happened with Tess. If Maria
knew, then she would definitely tell Liz right away. Max only hoped Maria
hadn't told her yet. He wanted to be the one to tell her, especially after what
Isabel had confided in him last night. He was completely astounded by
everything Liz had done for him, for all of them. She had been so completely
unselfish and given him up for their sake, and this is how he repaid her. You
are a horrible, horrible person, Maxwell. The little voice in the back of
his head (which strangely sounded like Michael) laughed. Max couldn't believe
he had been stupid enough to let Tess get him drunk. If he hadn't, he could
just run straight to Liz, tell her he loved her, and then they could work
everything out together. He rounded a corner and spotted Liz near her locker. God,
she looks beautiful, he thought, licking his lips. He mentally kicked
himself. "Uh, Liz!" he ran over to her, "Hi!"
"Oh…hi, Max," Liz adverted her eyes
and became extremely interested in cracking her locker combination. Max was
struck with a sudden, horrifying thought. She already knows, "Listen,
Liz, I…I don't know how to say this…Isabel told me what…she told me about
Future Max and everything…" He didn't know what he could possibly say. 'Thank
you'? That wouldn't be enough. In this instance, after what happened with Tess,
'I love you' would seem obsolete. "And? Do you have anything else to say? If
you don't, that's fine, because I really need to get to class," Liz checked her
watch impatiently. She so did not want to deal with this. "I just wanted to say
that…I can't believe you did that for us and…I guess, thank you, and I wanted
you to know that no-" Liz laughed derisively, "You're welcome, Max. Oh, and I
heard about you and Tess," she breathed in deeply, trying to fight back any
tears that dared come out of her eyes, "Good luck with that." She turned to
leave, but Max grabbed her, "You don't even know what happened, Liz," he
argued. "Does it matter? You got drunk, you two made love, big deal. I don't
care to hear the details, Max."
"She tricked me. She got me drunk! I need
you to he-"
"Why are you telling me this?" Liz
interrupted, annoyed. "I just want you to…" Max let his sentence trail off as
Liz walked away. He watched her retreating back, desperate. I can't let her
walk away from me again! He followed her, "Liz, please wait!" Sighing, Liz
turned around, "What do you want, Max?" You, Max thought as he stared at
her for a few seconds, then, not being able to control himself, he grabbed her
and started kissing her passionately. Liz was so surprised; she dropped her
books and started to respond to his kiss, but stopped herself in time. He's
with Tess, remember? She pushed him away, "Why did you do that?" she asked
softly, wiping her mouth. He looked down at the ground, "I couldn't help it,
I…" Liz looked at him, and then did something she had never done before. She
slapped him. Hard. "Bastard!" she hissed. With that, she picked up her books,
whipped around, and stormed off.