PROM, REVISITED
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, would I need to write this story? I didn't think so.
Category: Mostly M/L, with a little M/M and I/A
Summary: Junior Prom, with an AU twist. Max makes a different choice when he and Liz are talking on the dance floor. M/L, with a little M/M and A/I.
Feedback: Please. *Pretty Please*
Author's Note: I was reading the transcript for Heart of Mine because of something I needed to do for my website, when I came to the part where Max and Liz are talking on the dance floor. I thought to myself that if Max had made a different decision when Liz went to dance with Maria, things could have turned out much better. I kept reading, but then I just had to see what would happen if Max hadn't just let Liz go. This fic came out of that. Some dialogue is straight from the show and I don't claim to have made it up.
Part Four – Photographs and Memories
Michael and Maria were sitting by the snack table in the gym. They held hands and simply enjoyed each others company while they watched the people around them dance and have fun.
"Hey guys, hope you are having as good a time as we are!" came a voice from beside them. They looked up.
"Alex! You'll never guess what Michael did for me!" Maria exclaimed, giving Alex a quick hug, then pulling him down to sit next to her. "Hey Isabel," she added when she noticed she'd torn Alex's hand out of Isabel's, then continued, "He took dance lessons! Dance lessons! Can you believe it?"
Alex laughed. "Not really. Izzy?"
"Me either," Isabel said, smiling as she sat down next to Alex and slid her hand back into his.
Maria picked up on the movement and raised her eyebrows at Alex.
"Later," he said mildly.
Isabel glanced at Alex and Maria curiously, then decided whatever it was, it was some best friends thing.
"Have you guys seen Max and Liz? They're finished with the couple portraits and they're offering to take group shots," Isabel asked, gesturing towards the photographers set up in the corner of the gym.
Maria glanced at Michael. He shook his head. "We haven't seen them since Michael got here. What about Kyle?"
Isabel shook her head. "I haven't seen him either. Or Tess," she added belatedly.
"What about Tess?" asked Kyle as he strode up to the group.
"We haven't seen her."
"Last I saw she was about to talk to Max."
"Uh-oh," Maria said.
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Max was going to talk to Liz."
"Maybe we should check on them..." Isabel said quietly. The group nodded, and they all got up and headed out of the gym, following Kyle.
"Max was sitting out..." Kyle trailed off as the group came upon Max and Liz making out. Really making out.
"Well," Maria murmured, "that's better than any of us hoped for."
They all looked at each other with a combination of amusement and unease. None of them wanted to try to distract Max and Liz, but they wanted that group picture; and they were happy Max and Liz were, by all appearances, back together again.
"Lord!" Michael exclaimed suddenly. "I'll do it." He strode over to Max and Liz. "Hey Maxwell, get your hands off your girl so she can get her picture taken with her best friends!" With that, Michael whapped Max upside the head.
"What?" Max and Liz broke apart and stared at the five people staring back at them expectantly.
"What?" Max repeated.
"I take it you two have reconciled?" Isabel asked mildly.
Max pulled Liz closer to his side. "You had to have Michael hit me to ask me that?"
"No," Maria answered, smiling widely, "we had Michael hit you so we could get a group picture taken." Maria grabbed Isabel's hand, then dragged a red-faced and giggling Liz off of Max's lap. "Let's go fix our make up, ladies. After tonight, all we'll have left of Junior Prom is photographs and memories!"
The girls disappeared, and Michael looked questioningly at Max. "I thought you guys were drifting apart."
"We drifted back together."
"Max, do you know where Tess went?" Kyle asked.
"No." Max said coldly. "And I don't care to know, and neither should you. I think it would be smart to stay away from Tess."
Alex saw the fire leap into Kyle's eyes and assessed the cold determination in Max's eyes. "I'd say," he interrupted, "that this issue is one we should address after we get pictures taken."
"But what about..." Kyle began.
"Kyle, do you really want her in the picture?" Alex asked. "Cuz if you do, I'm sure that Max can restrain himself long enough to get one taken."
Kyle thought for a moment, then looked at Max's bleak face. "No," he answered. "Even without Max's problem...somehow I really don't mind that we can't find Tess."
Just then, Maria, Isabel, and Liz returned from the bathroom. The seven friends made their way to the photographer, laughing and joking the whole way.
It's April 27th, I'm Liz Parker, and I've finally remembered why I got into this in the first place. I love Max Evans, and he loves me. I thought that clinging to us was stifling us, holding us back. But now I realize that it was only that we were holding on to the wrong things. Now we're back to basics, and my heart is open again. And I'm writing again. I'm feeling again. I'm breathing again. But most of all, I'm loving again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everybody who's left feedback! I'm glad you've liked this story. It popped into my head almost complete and I knew I had to write it down and share it, so here it is. Junior Prom as it should have been. I was, and I know a lot of Dreamers were, screaming in rage at the television at the end of Heart of Mine...then I almost cried, lol. I hope you've liked this last chapter. Tell me about it please! (Okay, fine, yes I'm fishing for compliments…but hey, if you didn't like it…I can handle constructive criticism, too! Just don't burn me...) ~~Liz
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, would I need to write this story? I didn't think so.
Category: Mostly M/L, with a little M/M and I/A
Summary: Junior Prom, with an AU twist. Max makes a different choice when he and Liz are talking on the dance floor. M/L, with a little M/M and A/I.
Feedback: Please. *Pretty Please*
Author's Note: I was reading the transcript for Heart of Mine because of something I needed to do for my website, when I came to the part where Max and Liz are talking on the dance floor. I thought to myself that if Max had made a different decision when Liz went to dance with Maria, things could have turned out much better. I kept reading, but then I just had to see what would happen if Max hadn't just let Liz go. This fic came out of that. Some dialogue is straight from the show and I don't claim to have made it up.
Part Four – Photographs and Memories
Michael and Maria were sitting by the snack table in the gym. They held hands and simply enjoyed each others company while they watched the people around them dance and have fun.
"Hey guys, hope you are having as good a time as we are!" came a voice from beside them. They looked up.
"Alex! You'll never guess what Michael did for me!" Maria exclaimed, giving Alex a quick hug, then pulling him down to sit next to her. "Hey Isabel," she added when she noticed she'd torn Alex's hand out of Isabel's, then continued, "He took dance lessons! Dance lessons! Can you believe it?"
Alex laughed. "Not really. Izzy?"
"Me either," Isabel said, smiling as she sat down next to Alex and slid her hand back into his.
Maria picked up on the movement and raised her eyebrows at Alex.
"Later," he said mildly.
Isabel glanced at Alex and Maria curiously, then decided whatever it was, it was some best friends thing.
"Have you guys seen Max and Liz? They're finished with the couple portraits and they're offering to take group shots," Isabel asked, gesturing towards the photographers set up in the corner of the gym.
Maria glanced at Michael. He shook his head. "We haven't seen them since Michael got here. What about Kyle?"
Isabel shook her head. "I haven't seen him either. Or Tess," she added belatedly.
"What about Tess?" asked Kyle as he strode up to the group.
"We haven't seen her."
"Last I saw she was about to talk to Max."
"Uh-oh," Maria said.
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Max was going to talk to Liz."
"Maybe we should check on them..." Isabel said quietly. The group nodded, and they all got up and headed out of the gym, following Kyle.
"Max was sitting out..." Kyle trailed off as the group came upon Max and Liz making out. Really making out.
"Well," Maria murmured, "that's better than any of us hoped for."
They all looked at each other with a combination of amusement and unease. None of them wanted to try to distract Max and Liz, but they wanted that group picture; and they were happy Max and Liz were, by all appearances, back together again.
"Lord!" Michael exclaimed suddenly. "I'll do it." He strode over to Max and Liz. "Hey Maxwell, get your hands off your girl so she can get her picture taken with her best friends!" With that, Michael whapped Max upside the head.
"What?" Max and Liz broke apart and stared at the five people staring back at them expectantly.
"What?" Max repeated.
"I take it you two have reconciled?" Isabel asked mildly.
Max pulled Liz closer to his side. "You had to have Michael hit me to ask me that?"
"No," Maria answered, smiling widely, "we had Michael hit you so we could get a group picture taken." Maria grabbed Isabel's hand, then dragged a red-faced and giggling Liz off of Max's lap. "Let's go fix our make up, ladies. After tonight, all we'll have left of Junior Prom is photographs and memories!"
The girls disappeared, and Michael looked questioningly at Max. "I thought you guys were drifting apart."
"We drifted back together."
"Max, do you know where Tess went?" Kyle asked.
"No." Max said coldly. "And I don't care to know, and neither should you. I think it would be smart to stay away from Tess."
Alex saw the fire leap into Kyle's eyes and assessed the cold determination in Max's eyes. "I'd say," he interrupted, "that this issue is one we should address after we get pictures taken."
"But what about..." Kyle began.
"Kyle, do you really want her in the picture?" Alex asked. "Cuz if you do, I'm sure that Max can restrain himself long enough to get one taken."
Kyle thought for a moment, then looked at Max's bleak face. "No," he answered. "Even without Max's problem...somehow I really don't mind that we can't find Tess."
Just then, Maria, Isabel, and Liz returned from the bathroom. The seven friends made their way to the photographer, laughing and joking the whole way.
It's April 27th, I'm Liz Parker, and I've finally remembered why I got into this in the first place. I love Max Evans, and he loves me. I thought that clinging to us was stifling us, holding us back. But now I realize that it was only that we were holding on to the wrong things. Now we're back to basics, and my heart is open again. And I'm writing again. I'm feeling again. I'm breathing again. But most of all, I'm loving again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everybody who's left feedback! I'm glad you've liked this story. It popped into my head almost complete and I knew I had to write it down and share it, so here it is. Junior Prom as it should have been. I was, and I know a lot of Dreamers were, screaming in rage at the television at the end of Heart of Mine...then I almost cried, lol. I hope you've liked this last chapter. Tell me about it please! (Okay, fine, yes I'm fishing for compliments…but hey, if you didn't like it…I can handle constructive criticism, too! Just don't burn me...) ~~Liz