Chapter 1
Liz walked into her apartment after her last class of the day. She was worn out. But her friend Maria DeLuca wasn't. Maria was prancing around the apartment singing. Now don't get me wrong. Liz loved to hear Maria sing, but right now Maria was just singing a song too happy. She was just singing two more days. The song had no real words other than that. Max, Isabel, Tess, and Michael were just watching with amused looks on their face.
"Maria, sweetie, did you have sugar at lunch?" Liz asked. Maria just giggled.
"Liz, babe, chica, we are going home." Maria said finally stopping her prancing and noticing Liz was there.
"You'd think she hadn't been home since she left." Michael said.
"Well, excuse me." Maria said shortly. "Tell me you don't miss my moms pies or Jeff's burgers."
"I'm the one that made them." Michael reminded her.
"So, are y'all ready?" Isabel asked.
"Maria has been packed for like two weeks." Tess said. "But I do believe Liz hasn't even started."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to start now." Liz said heading to her room.
"Need some help?" Max asked.
"Depends on who will be helping." Liz said. Max must have picked up on the hint, because he followed her down the hall to her room.
"So, how long will it take Liz to pack tomorrow?" Tess asked.
"I'm not the only one thinking that." Isabel stated.
The others nodded. "I wish that were the case, but ever sine Kyle, Liz hasn't even made-out. She'll kiss, but nothing past." Michael said.
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Max and Liz were sitting on Liz's bed. Her suitcase was open in front of her closet, but other than tolitries it was empty.
"We're not going to get much packing done, are we?" Liz asked when she saw the look in Max's eyes.
"Nope." He wisphered, before leaning down to capture Liz's lips with his own.
A few minutes later, Liz pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Max's that's far enough."
"Liz why are you holding back?" Max asked. It worried him. It was obvious Liz had been hurt in the past and had never opened up from it.
"Max, I swear, I'm not." Liz said.
"Liz, we have barely gotten to first base. Liz, is it me?" Max asked.
"Max, please believe me. It's not you. It's my past."
"Bury, the past, Liz. Tell me what happened. Let me help you."
"Max, it's not something I can bury. I screwed up and I didn't take responsibility."
"Well, I have to go finish packing. I'll call you later." Max said as he turned to walk out of the room. "Have you tried to take responsibility for it?:
"I did, for awhile." Liz said looking down at her feet. She turned to look out of the window. "Then I handed it over to someone else."
Max silently walked out of the room. Liz sat on her bed and cried. She cried for Kyle, the babies, the event that had given them to her. Most of all she cried for what she had lost. Her innocence.
Liz walked into her apartment after her last class of the day. She was worn out. But her friend Maria DeLuca wasn't. Maria was prancing around the apartment singing. Now don't get me wrong. Liz loved to hear Maria sing, but right now Maria was just singing a song too happy. She was just singing two more days. The song had no real words other than that. Max, Isabel, Tess, and Michael were just watching with amused looks on their face.
"Maria, sweetie, did you have sugar at lunch?" Liz asked. Maria just giggled.
"Liz, babe, chica, we are going home." Maria said finally stopping her prancing and noticing Liz was there.
"You'd think she hadn't been home since she left." Michael said.
"Well, excuse me." Maria said shortly. "Tell me you don't miss my moms pies or Jeff's burgers."
"I'm the one that made them." Michael reminded her.
"So, are y'all ready?" Isabel asked.
"Maria has been packed for like two weeks." Tess said. "But I do believe Liz hasn't even started."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to start now." Liz said heading to her room.
"Need some help?" Max asked.
"Depends on who will be helping." Liz said. Max must have picked up on the hint, because he followed her down the hall to her room.
"So, how long will it take Liz to pack tomorrow?" Tess asked.
"I'm not the only one thinking that." Isabel stated.
The others nodded. "I wish that were the case, but ever sine Kyle, Liz hasn't even made-out. She'll kiss, but nothing past." Michael said.
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Max and Liz were sitting on Liz's bed. Her suitcase was open in front of her closet, but other than tolitries it was empty.
"We're not going to get much packing done, are we?" Liz asked when she saw the look in Max's eyes.
"Nope." He wisphered, before leaning down to capture Liz's lips with his own.
A few minutes later, Liz pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Max's that's far enough."
"Liz why are you holding back?" Max asked. It worried him. It was obvious Liz had been hurt in the past and had never opened up from it.
"Max, I swear, I'm not." Liz said.
"Liz, we have barely gotten to first base. Liz, is it me?" Max asked.
"Max, please believe me. It's not you. It's my past."
"Bury, the past, Liz. Tell me what happened. Let me help you."
"Max, it's not something I can bury. I screwed up and I didn't take responsibility."
"Well, I have to go finish packing. I'll call you later." Max said as he turned to walk out of the room. "Have you tried to take responsibility for it?:
"I did, for awhile." Liz said looking down at her feet. She turned to look out of the window. "Then I handed it over to someone else."
Max silently walked out of the room. Liz sat on her bed and cried. She cried for Kyle, the babies, the event that had given them to her. Most of all she cried for what she had lost. Her innocence.