Chapter Four
Liz's Point of View
How did I really end up here? The music is blaring through out the deserted factory, and booze is being passed around like it isn't illegal for us to consume it. I guess Roswell isn't so blah after all. It's amusing to watch these people drink like they don't have a care in the world.
It took Michael a matter of seconds to get ready. Literally. He brushed his teeth. That was the extent of it. He brushed his teeth. Fell asleep on the couch until five minutes before we left, got up, went to the bathroom, and straightened out his clothes. That's it. Men suck.
I on the other hand got my eyebrows plucked by Maria, became her personal Barbie doll as she dressed me up in every combination of clothes imaginable, and brushed, twisted, and pulled my hair to perfection. The girl's great at what she does but she needs to work on being a little bit gentler.
I tug at the edge of the mini skirt. Yeah you heard me right. After all that trying on of different outfits, she decided I should have stuck with the original. Grrr.
"No matter how much you pull on the skirt I don't think it'll get any longer." someone says in my ear. Turning around I find Zan looking me up and down. "I have to admit though, I wouldn't want it too."
Michael's Point of View
What the hell! The ride over here was pure torture. Not only was I not allowed to sit next to Liz, I got stuck sitting in the front with Maria. Does she ever stop talking? I wanted nothing more than to be able to sit in the back with Liz. I was curious as to just how high the skirt rode up when she sat.
And now, Now I'm stuck in this place, with more than one person trying to talk to me, and Maria who keeps trying to get me to dance. The moment we stepped foot in here we got separated from Liz. For some reason though, I did catch sight of her at the same exact time that ass from the Crashdown went to talk to her, and for once in her life, Liz is smiling at another guy. Not me.
Liz's Point of View
Does Zan really believe his lines are working on me? Because, truthfully, I can't hear him. The speakers are right behind me and he's taken a step back. So, here I am smiling nicely, and acting like I understand what he's saying. Sure, the odds are that he's saying something perverse, but you can't win them all.
Zan's Point of View
I know she can't hear me but I know Max can. He tried being nonchalant in coming up to stand behind me, but he forgot one thing. I can feel him. Being my twin brother, and princes of an alien race, it's easier to pick each other out in a crowd. It's interesting the things I can get her to nod her head to. So far she's bisexual, hates green m&m's, she's a very naughty girl who likes bondage. She's shaping up to be one of the best women I've ever met.
Max's Point of View
He knows I can hear him. I just know it. But he knows I don't have the courage to do anything about it. Well, you know what dear brother? Take this.
I walk up to Liz and place my hand at her elbow. Leaning in close I ask her, "Wanna dance?" The smile she gives me is mind blowing. She doesn't even bother answering, she grabs a hold of my hand and leads me out to the floor.
"I can't thank you enough. Don't get me wrong, you're brother is cool and everything, but it was unnerving that he wouldn't talk loud enough for me to hear him. I'm afraid of what I was saying yes to."
"Don't worry, it was a bunch of nonsense." I say as I pull her in close. The slow song makes it perfectly easy to do so. A reason for touching. My hands are actually behaving themselves. Usually I'm just as bad as Zan. Under any other circumstances I'd be groping her, and any other girl wouldn't be complaining. But just knowing Liz for the few short hours, I already know she'd kick my ass. Ever since I called it quits with Tess, I know a girl can kick my ass.
I lean in closer and the scent of strawberries invades my sense of smell. She puts her head on my shoulder and it exposes her neck to me. Strawberries and a hint of vanilla. If only I could have one taste. My hand resting on her lower back pulls her closer to me, and I lean down to kiss her neck.
Michael's Point of View
I look up and see the cleaner cut of the two idiots putting the moves on Liz. My Liz. What is it with those two? Couldn't they see that she was mine? She's not supposed to talk to them. She's supposed to kick their asses if they even suggest that they may have the slightest notion of touching her, speaking to her. Now she's dancing with them? I don't think so. Pushing my way through the crowd of people separating us.
"Mind if I cut in? No? Ok then." I say in one long rush. The look of surprise on Liz's face is odd. I have never seen that look. Almost like she may kill me? Nah. She loves me. I love her. But she's made it clear that our feelings are a high level of a platonic relationship. I personally find it to be a bunch of bullshit, but you can't win them all. You may not be able to win them all, but it sure as hell won't stop me from trying. "Liz?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't understand why you have this sudden need to turn your back on everything we've been doing for the past few years. Why?"
Liz's Point of View
What exactly is he asking? Why am I speaking? How do I say it? Once I started talking to these two, life has been more… exciting? How do I say that without making it sound like I found our relationship boring?
"I don't know. It's different, and I've realized that if I want to get anywhere in life I have to learn to play well with others."
"You learned that? Please Liz, you can't expect me to believe that. I know why you talk to them. They're the only ones you have spoken to, you like them."
"I'm not blind."
"I know, that's how I know you like them. You never speak of any person unless if there is something wrong with the person, but they must be something you like if you'll talk to them."
I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind. I know Michael has this weird thing for me. I know he does. That's why I choose to ignore it. I don't want to hurt him. I've never seen him look at any other girls, I concluded he was gay, but the day he kissed me I knew he wasn't. It also showed me that I want something other than a silent partner in crime. I never really wanted to be quiet this long, but I did it for him. I know he'll always be there for me. That's just the type of person he is. I love him. As a friend that is. He was my first crush. My first kiss. The first guy to see me naked. Haha. That's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you some other time. Definitely next time.
"Liz? Why the hell are you laughing so hard?"
I am? I stretch my mouth and sure enough my cheeks are sore, and I have tears coming from my eyes. I let out another laugh and rest my head against him. I'd say I rested my head on his shoulder, but he's too tall. "I was just thinking about something that happened last year at my birthday."
"Ooh. That."
"Yeah that." He starts laughing hysterically along with me, causing us to get many looks. After the song I look around to find Maria to tell her that Michael and I are going home, but all I find is some blonde, big- chested bimbo all over Zan. Ughh. Could she wear any less? I'm getting motion sickness from seeing her bounce. No, I'm serious. It's worse than those simulation rides at an amusement park. How could she possible think that he wants her? Well, the fact that he is looking her up and down may be leading her on, but I'll be ignoring that. I tell Michael to grow up and be a big boy. I sent him to fetch Maria, or the car keys. Either one would do.
The moment he left I made my way over to Zan.
"Hey." Bingo! Zan head jerks upward from the other chick's chest. He could have gotten whiplash.
"Liz."
"Hello! I am here too ya know?"
"Tess?"
"Yeah baby?"
"Go away. Maybe my brother will take you."
Almost as if he heard his name he comes walking over and looks at Tess.
"Hi Tess."
"Atleast someone appreciates my presence." She huffs.
"You look rather…" I swear if he says pretty, hot, good, or nice I will kick his ass. "You look rather bare." The twins start laughing and she walks away. "She'll be back."
"Guys are pigs."
"What was that you are mumbling?" Zan says as he leans in closer to whisper in my ear. Normally I'd ignore him but then he snorts like a pig. That's when I lose it. And I hate him for it. Because not only is my side beginning to hurt, but it makes me snort. That only happens when I get laughing really hard. When I find something really funny I end up laughing like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. Yes, I know. I'm a geek.
Michael's Point of View
Oh come on! First I'm sent over to get this girl Maria. Fine, I spoke to her. I'm growing up. I told her we're leaving and to hand over the keys. Basically she looked at me as if I were speaking a different language. So, I reached in her purse and took them. Now as I'm walking back to Liz I have Maria on my heels telling me that I can't just be going through some girl's purse. I did didn't I? It must not be impossible. Now, I see those idiots all over Liz again. I just can't get a break.
Liz's Point of View
How did I really end up here? The music is blaring through out the deserted factory, and booze is being passed around like it isn't illegal for us to consume it. I guess Roswell isn't so blah after all. It's amusing to watch these people drink like they don't have a care in the world.
It took Michael a matter of seconds to get ready. Literally. He brushed his teeth. That was the extent of it. He brushed his teeth. Fell asleep on the couch until five minutes before we left, got up, went to the bathroom, and straightened out his clothes. That's it. Men suck.
I on the other hand got my eyebrows plucked by Maria, became her personal Barbie doll as she dressed me up in every combination of clothes imaginable, and brushed, twisted, and pulled my hair to perfection. The girl's great at what she does but she needs to work on being a little bit gentler.
I tug at the edge of the mini skirt. Yeah you heard me right. After all that trying on of different outfits, she decided I should have stuck with the original. Grrr.
"No matter how much you pull on the skirt I don't think it'll get any longer." someone says in my ear. Turning around I find Zan looking me up and down. "I have to admit though, I wouldn't want it too."
Michael's Point of View
What the hell! The ride over here was pure torture. Not only was I not allowed to sit next to Liz, I got stuck sitting in the front with Maria. Does she ever stop talking? I wanted nothing more than to be able to sit in the back with Liz. I was curious as to just how high the skirt rode up when she sat.
And now, Now I'm stuck in this place, with more than one person trying to talk to me, and Maria who keeps trying to get me to dance. The moment we stepped foot in here we got separated from Liz. For some reason though, I did catch sight of her at the same exact time that ass from the Crashdown went to talk to her, and for once in her life, Liz is smiling at another guy. Not me.
Liz's Point of View
Does Zan really believe his lines are working on me? Because, truthfully, I can't hear him. The speakers are right behind me and he's taken a step back. So, here I am smiling nicely, and acting like I understand what he's saying. Sure, the odds are that he's saying something perverse, but you can't win them all.
Zan's Point of View
I know she can't hear me but I know Max can. He tried being nonchalant in coming up to stand behind me, but he forgot one thing. I can feel him. Being my twin brother, and princes of an alien race, it's easier to pick each other out in a crowd. It's interesting the things I can get her to nod her head to. So far she's bisexual, hates green m&m's, she's a very naughty girl who likes bondage. She's shaping up to be one of the best women I've ever met.
Max's Point of View
He knows I can hear him. I just know it. But he knows I don't have the courage to do anything about it. Well, you know what dear brother? Take this.
I walk up to Liz and place my hand at her elbow. Leaning in close I ask her, "Wanna dance?" The smile she gives me is mind blowing. She doesn't even bother answering, she grabs a hold of my hand and leads me out to the floor.
"I can't thank you enough. Don't get me wrong, you're brother is cool and everything, but it was unnerving that he wouldn't talk loud enough for me to hear him. I'm afraid of what I was saying yes to."
"Don't worry, it was a bunch of nonsense." I say as I pull her in close. The slow song makes it perfectly easy to do so. A reason for touching. My hands are actually behaving themselves. Usually I'm just as bad as Zan. Under any other circumstances I'd be groping her, and any other girl wouldn't be complaining. But just knowing Liz for the few short hours, I already know she'd kick my ass. Ever since I called it quits with Tess, I know a girl can kick my ass.
I lean in closer and the scent of strawberries invades my sense of smell. She puts her head on my shoulder and it exposes her neck to me. Strawberries and a hint of vanilla. If only I could have one taste. My hand resting on her lower back pulls her closer to me, and I lean down to kiss her neck.
Michael's Point of View
I look up and see the cleaner cut of the two idiots putting the moves on Liz. My Liz. What is it with those two? Couldn't they see that she was mine? She's not supposed to talk to them. She's supposed to kick their asses if they even suggest that they may have the slightest notion of touching her, speaking to her. Now she's dancing with them? I don't think so. Pushing my way through the crowd of people separating us.
"Mind if I cut in? No? Ok then." I say in one long rush. The look of surprise on Liz's face is odd. I have never seen that look. Almost like she may kill me? Nah. She loves me. I love her. But she's made it clear that our feelings are a high level of a platonic relationship. I personally find it to be a bunch of bullshit, but you can't win them all. You may not be able to win them all, but it sure as hell won't stop me from trying. "Liz?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't understand why you have this sudden need to turn your back on everything we've been doing for the past few years. Why?"
Liz's Point of View
What exactly is he asking? Why am I speaking? How do I say it? Once I started talking to these two, life has been more… exciting? How do I say that without making it sound like I found our relationship boring?
"I don't know. It's different, and I've realized that if I want to get anywhere in life I have to learn to play well with others."
"You learned that? Please Liz, you can't expect me to believe that. I know why you talk to them. They're the only ones you have spoken to, you like them."
"I'm not blind."
"I know, that's how I know you like them. You never speak of any person unless if there is something wrong with the person, but they must be something you like if you'll talk to them."
I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind. I know Michael has this weird thing for me. I know he does. That's why I choose to ignore it. I don't want to hurt him. I've never seen him look at any other girls, I concluded he was gay, but the day he kissed me I knew he wasn't. It also showed me that I want something other than a silent partner in crime. I never really wanted to be quiet this long, but I did it for him. I know he'll always be there for me. That's just the type of person he is. I love him. As a friend that is. He was my first crush. My first kiss. The first guy to see me naked. Haha. That's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you some other time. Definitely next time.
"Liz? Why the hell are you laughing so hard?"
I am? I stretch my mouth and sure enough my cheeks are sore, and I have tears coming from my eyes. I let out another laugh and rest my head against him. I'd say I rested my head on his shoulder, but he's too tall. "I was just thinking about something that happened last year at my birthday."
"Ooh. That."
"Yeah that." He starts laughing hysterically along with me, causing us to get many looks. After the song I look around to find Maria to tell her that Michael and I are going home, but all I find is some blonde, big- chested bimbo all over Zan. Ughh. Could she wear any less? I'm getting motion sickness from seeing her bounce. No, I'm serious. It's worse than those simulation rides at an amusement park. How could she possible think that he wants her? Well, the fact that he is looking her up and down may be leading her on, but I'll be ignoring that. I tell Michael to grow up and be a big boy. I sent him to fetch Maria, or the car keys. Either one would do.
The moment he left I made my way over to Zan.
"Hey." Bingo! Zan head jerks upward from the other chick's chest. He could have gotten whiplash.
"Liz."
"Hello! I am here too ya know?"
"Tess?"
"Yeah baby?"
"Go away. Maybe my brother will take you."
Almost as if he heard his name he comes walking over and looks at Tess.
"Hi Tess."
"Atleast someone appreciates my presence." She huffs.
"You look rather…" I swear if he says pretty, hot, good, or nice I will kick his ass. "You look rather bare." The twins start laughing and she walks away. "She'll be back."
"Guys are pigs."
"What was that you are mumbling?" Zan says as he leans in closer to whisper in my ear. Normally I'd ignore him but then he snorts like a pig. That's when I lose it. And I hate him for it. Because not only is my side beginning to hurt, but it makes me snort. That only happens when I get laughing really hard. When I find something really funny I end up laughing like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. Yes, I know. I'm a geek.
Michael's Point of View
Oh come on! First I'm sent over to get this girl Maria. Fine, I spoke to her. I'm growing up. I told her we're leaving and to hand over the keys. Basically she looked at me as if I were speaking a different language. So, I reached in her purse and took them. Now as I'm walking back to Liz I have Maria on my heels telling me that I can't just be going through some girl's purse. I did didn't I? It must not be impossible. Now, I see those idiots all over Liz again. I just can't get a break.