Intense
Disclaimer: I now state I do not own any of the people mentioned in this fan fic (though I'm welcome to offers Brendan and Jason!) This is purely for entertainment.
Rating: If you're old enough to watch the show you can read this.
Author's note: What should have happened after the convention.
Song: My Love on Westlife's 2nd album. . Check out their album if you haven't already. It's great!
Michael lay on Max's floor turning over the day's events in his head. He'd been tossed around like a rag doll in the alien takedown, been kissed by the girl who led him around by his energy source, then called her mud. And to top it off he'd nearly lost one of the closet people in the world to him. God, when had his life become such a mess?
Of course it was Max's fault. Saving Liz. But he couldn't really argue. Liz seemed like a nice enough girl and if he hadn't he would have never known Maria DeLuca.
And that was something he couldn't even contemplate. Maria was this….amazing person who had waltzed in and with a couple- well a lot- of kisses and touches, she had made a large dent in his stone wall.
Her mouth was so soft and her skin was so smooth. Her body was so perfect. He could just spend hours watching her. And the dream that he had invaded…he was a goner. He shouldn't have done it because now he wanted to see all of her body for real not in some fantasy. He wanted to go to her, tell her he was wrong and fall into her. And at this point he didn't think it'd hurt one bit. But the fact still remained. He was gonna hurt her one way or another. Even if it was killing him to see her but not be able to touch her. Now he had an idea what it was like to be Max. To pine for a girl.
"Stop it!" he mumbled to himself.
"What?" Max said sleepily.
"Nothing Maxwell," he replied.
Max leaned over the side of the bed and gave him a doubtful look.
"It's Maria," Max concluded.
Michael groaned.
"I did something very dumb,"
"And what's different about that?" Max asked, earning himself a glare from Michael.
"I overheard Maria's mom on the phone. One of the wrestlers wouldn't compete. She said she had a lot of money invested in it. She was crying Max. So I kinda wrestled for them," Max laughed. "Anyway, Maria and her mom came to see who the mystery competitor was. Maria thought I'd done it for her and she kissed me. And me being the dumb ass I am said mud," Max laughed again.
"A: You did do it for her. B: I bet you had time to move away from her but you didn't because you wanted to kiss her. And C: MUD does not work. Now go to sleep and think of someway to make it up to her," Max advised before disappearing back under the covers and falling asleep leaving Michael a lot to think about.
Maria groaned as she sensed the bright sunlight through her closed eyelids. She wondered why she felt so grouchy then it all came back to her.
"Why the hell did I kiss him?" she wondered aloud.
Rolling out of bed, she walked over to the window to let some air into the room.
She got quite a shock to discover it was already open and even more of a shock to see a slice of what looked like the Crasdown's Mississippi Mud pie. She picked up the folded note sitting next to it and read.
"Sorry, Michael," she read. She started to giggle. And giggle. And collapse into hysterical laughter. When she finally composed herself she leaned out the window and said in a soft voice.
"Apology accepted,"
Michael grinned hiding behind the Jetta parked in the DeLuca drive. She didn't hate him and that was what mattered.
Disclaimer: I now state I do not own any of the people mentioned in this fan fic (though I'm welcome to offers Brendan and Jason!) This is purely for entertainment.
Rating: If you're old enough to watch the show you can read this.
Author's note: What should have happened after the convention.
Song: My Love on Westlife's 2nd album. . Check out their album if you haven't already. It's great!
Michael lay on Max's floor turning over the day's events in his head. He'd been tossed around like a rag doll in the alien takedown, been kissed by the girl who led him around by his energy source, then called her mud. And to top it off he'd nearly lost one of the closet people in the world to him. God, when had his life become such a mess?
Of course it was Max's fault. Saving Liz. But he couldn't really argue. Liz seemed like a nice enough girl and if he hadn't he would have never known Maria DeLuca.
And that was something he couldn't even contemplate. Maria was this….amazing person who had waltzed in and with a couple- well a lot- of kisses and touches, she had made a large dent in his stone wall.
Her mouth was so soft and her skin was so smooth. Her body was so perfect. He could just spend hours watching her. And the dream that he had invaded…he was a goner. He shouldn't have done it because now he wanted to see all of her body for real not in some fantasy. He wanted to go to her, tell her he was wrong and fall into her. And at this point he didn't think it'd hurt one bit. But the fact still remained. He was gonna hurt her one way or another. Even if it was killing him to see her but not be able to touch her. Now he had an idea what it was like to be Max. To pine for a girl.
"Stop it!" he mumbled to himself.
"What?" Max said sleepily.
"Nothing Maxwell," he replied.
Max leaned over the side of the bed and gave him a doubtful look.
"It's Maria," Max concluded.
Michael groaned.
"I did something very dumb,"
"And what's different about that?" Max asked, earning himself a glare from Michael.
"I overheard Maria's mom on the phone. One of the wrestlers wouldn't compete. She said she had a lot of money invested in it. She was crying Max. So I kinda wrestled for them," Max laughed. "Anyway, Maria and her mom came to see who the mystery competitor was. Maria thought I'd done it for her and she kissed me. And me being the dumb ass I am said mud," Max laughed again.
"A: You did do it for her. B: I bet you had time to move away from her but you didn't because you wanted to kiss her. And C: MUD does not work. Now go to sleep and think of someway to make it up to her," Max advised before disappearing back under the covers and falling asleep leaving Michael a lot to think about.
Maria groaned as she sensed the bright sunlight through her closed eyelids. She wondered why she felt so grouchy then it all came back to her.
"Why the hell did I kiss him?" she wondered aloud.
Rolling out of bed, she walked over to the window to let some air into the room.
She got quite a shock to discover it was already open and even more of a shock to see a slice of what looked like the Crasdown's Mississippi Mud pie. She picked up the folded note sitting next to it and read.
"Sorry, Michael," she read. She started to giggle. And giggle. And collapse into hysterical laughter. When she finally composed herself she leaned out the window and said in a soft voice.
"Apology accepted,"
Michael grinned hiding behind the Jetta parked in the DeLuca drive. She didn't hate him and that was what mattered.
