You Can't Handle Me
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Category: Max/Liz.
Summary: AU, No aliens. Liz is a 16 year-old girl with a bad rep from Michigan. Max is a 17 year-old guy who has his life planned out for him. They meet on an airplane.
Author's Note: Don't ask where the idea came from. I don't know.
****
Detroit, Michigan
"That's bullshit." Liz Parker told her mother. "I ain't goin' to no counselor."
"Elizabeth, I am tired of your attitude! You're only 16 years old, and you've got a criminal record! The entire city knows you and knows who you are!" Nancy covered her face with her hands.
Liz shut the door in her mom's face. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" The tired voice on the other line said.
"Anna, thank god. I need a ticket, now."
"You called it quits, Liz." Anna yawned.
"This time I ain't comin' back."
"Bullshit. That's whatcha said last time."
"I swear to god you won't see my face ever again, now just gimme a fuckin' ticket!"
"Fine. One way, Liz."
****
Liz got up at 2:00 AM, exactly. She got an old sports bag and threw everything she could fit in there. Quietly, she sneaked out of the house, and got into the car.
"Come on, hurry up!" Anna said.
"Go, Go!" Liz replied and put on her seatbelt. "Put on your seatbelt will ya?"
"Why?"
"So you don't fucking kill yourself."
"Fine." Anna said and put her seatbelt on.
Twenty minutes later, Liz got out of the car.
"Thanks, Anna. I'll never forget you." Liz started walking away.
"Hey Liz! Keep in touch, k?" Anna said, trying to not cry.
Liz ran back and stuck her head in the window.
"I will. Stay tough, girl. No tears, k?"
Anna nodded.
Liz smiled and ran through the doors. When she turned around, Anna was gone. The airport was a piece of shit. It was all deserted and dirty.
Liz looked at her ticket and went to the gate. There was only about ten other people there.
'That's understandable, it's 3:00.' Liz thought.
She grabbed a seat next to a little boy.
"Hey there cutie. What's your name?" Liz asked the boy.
"Adam. I'm four years old."
"Really? Where's your-"
"ADAM! How many times have I told you not to speak to girls like that?!" A woman who looked about thirty, shouted. She came over and yanked his arm, pulling him away.
Liz was confused. Was it her clothes? She had a tight shirt on and cargo pants. Wierd.
****
Max was having a hard time getting through.
"Excuse me, thank you."
He glanced at his ticket and reached his seat. A young girl was sitting by the window. Max sat down quietly.
She turned and looked at him.
"Hey." Liz said, studying the guy. He was hot. The ride might not be so bad after all. White shirt, khakis, hat.
"Michigan State fan?" He asked.
"Of course, love 'em." Liz said and smiled.
"Max Evans." Max said and stuck his hand out.
Liz slapped his hand. "Liz Parker."
This chick was hot. Cool it, Evans. She's like fourteen or fifteen.
"Dontcha wanna know how old I am?" Liz asked.
"Sure." Max said. Act cool.
"I'm sixteen and single. How 'bout you?"
Thank you, GOD! "Seventeen." He answered cooly.
"You got a girlfriend?" Liz asked curiously.
"No, why?"
"Cause you're a hottie."
"Well..." Max began to turn red. "You're hot too."
Liz laughed. "You a little momma's boy?"
"Sorta."
"Cute."
Max cleared his throat.
"You play basketball?" Liz asked as she reached for her headphones.
"Yeah."
"Me too. I've been told I could pro, i'm that good."
"I could take you." Max said with a smile.
"Alright, when this plane goes down, we'll find a court."
"And a ball."
"Right." Liz said and put her headphones on.
"What are you listening to?"
"112."
"Oh."
An hour later, they got their food.
"Man, look at this shit they call food."
Max was taken aback. He was raised not to swear and not to hang out with people who did. In other words, he was raised to be a good little boy.
"This is bullshit. It tastes like crap, too." Liz said drinking her water.
"You like to swear." Max said looking at her.
"Oh, bite me."
Max took a deep breath. She was sassy, a little on the bitchy side, but she was tough. And hot. The opposite of him, practicly.
And he was really attracted to her.
"Max!" Liz giggled.
He snapped back to reality and saw he was about two inches from her face.
"Were you about to kiss me?" She said and raised an eyebrow.
Max pulled back suddenly breathing heavily. "NO! I mean, no, no, not all at, I mean not at all."
What was happening? He wasn't attracted to bad-ass girls like she was. That was not him.
Liz brang her face closer to his, "Yes you were," she whispered.
Max was gonna do it. He closed his eyes and went to kiss her. She pulled back.
"You think i'm that easy, Evans?" Liz said holding up an I.D.
Max leaned back in his chair and sighed in frustration.
Liz put on a sad face. "I'm sorry. Are you mad with me, now?" She said.
Max looked at her. "Why would I be?"
"Cause you can't have your way with me." Liz whispered in his ear.
Max felt goosebumps forming.
"Sooner or later, I always get my way." He said trying to act unlike himself.
"Uh-huh. Sure." Liz said and smiled at him. "I'll believe it when I see it."
She was driving him crazy without even knowing it.
****
"Roswell? Anna that bitch!" Liz said as she and Max had gotten off the plane.
"Watch it, will ya?" It was the first time he had said anything about her swearing.
Liz stared at him. "I didn't think that Roswell would be at the top of her list, she wants to piss me off and she has, little slut."
"You're telling me you didn't know all this time, that we were heading for Roswell."
"It was 3:00 fucking AM!" Liz yelled.
"Shut UP! Someone's gonna hear your fricken' voice! And I ain't takin' the blame for all the shit you've caused." Whoa, did he just say that?
But Liz wasn't surprised. "Don't! And I mean don't," She came closer to him, "I don't appreciate when people fuck with me. Okay? I don't take take it easy on anyone. I'm a bitch, i've been called it and I know it. I make people's lives a living hell, so deal with it, or move on. Got it?"
Max backed down. "Man, you tell it to their face, huh?" He smiled.
Liz stopped being tough girl. She couldn't help but smile. This guy was different.
'Don't fool yourself, Liz. They're all the same.' She thought.
"How 'bout that one-on-one?" Max said and raised an eyebrow.
Liz looked at him. Then, she kissed him hard on the mouth.
Max was suprised. But he went along with it. He put his hands on her face.
Liz pulled away to look at him. "How's that for one-on-one?"
"I actually meant basketball, but-"
"But what? You didn't like that?" Liz whispered close to his face. She was staring at his mouth.
"No, I mean..yeah."
Liz smiled. "Good. Now we can play."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Category: Max/Liz.
Summary: AU, No aliens. Liz is a 16 year-old girl with a bad rep from Michigan. Max is a 17 year-old guy who has his life planned out for him. They meet on an airplane.
Author's Note: Don't ask where the idea came from. I don't know.
****
Detroit, Michigan
"That's bullshit." Liz Parker told her mother. "I ain't goin' to no counselor."
"Elizabeth, I am tired of your attitude! You're only 16 years old, and you've got a criminal record! The entire city knows you and knows who you are!" Nancy covered her face with her hands.
Liz shut the door in her mom's face. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" The tired voice on the other line said.
"Anna, thank god. I need a ticket, now."
"You called it quits, Liz." Anna yawned.
"This time I ain't comin' back."
"Bullshit. That's whatcha said last time."
"I swear to god you won't see my face ever again, now just gimme a fuckin' ticket!"
"Fine. One way, Liz."
****
Liz got up at 2:00 AM, exactly. She got an old sports bag and threw everything she could fit in there. Quietly, she sneaked out of the house, and got into the car.
"Come on, hurry up!" Anna said.
"Go, Go!" Liz replied and put on her seatbelt. "Put on your seatbelt will ya?"
"Why?"
"So you don't fucking kill yourself."
"Fine." Anna said and put her seatbelt on.
Twenty minutes later, Liz got out of the car.
"Thanks, Anna. I'll never forget you." Liz started walking away.
"Hey Liz! Keep in touch, k?" Anna said, trying to not cry.
Liz ran back and stuck her head in the window.
"I will. Stay tough, girl. No tears, k?"
Anna nodded.
Liz smiled and ran through the doors. When she turned around, Anna was gone. The airport was a piece of shit. It was all deserted and dirty.
Liz looked at her ticket and went to the gate. There was only about ten other people there.
'That's understandable, it's 3:00.' Liz thought.
She grabbed a seat next to a little boy.
"Hey there cutie. What's your name?" Liz asked the boy.
"Adam. I'm four years old."
"Really? Where's your-"
"ADAM! How many times have I told you not to speak to girls like that?!" A woman who looked about thirty, shouted. She came over and yanked his arm, pulling him away.
Liz was confused. Was it her clothes? She had a tight shirt on and cargo pants. Wierd.
****
Max was having a hard time getting through.
"Excuse me, thank you."
He glanced at his ticket and reached his seat. A young girl was sitting by the window. Max sat down quietly.
She turned and looked at him.
"Hey." Liz said, studying the guy. He was hot. The ride might not be so bad after all. White shirt, khakis, hat.
"Michigan State fan?" He asked.
"Of course, love 'em." Liz said and smiled.
"Max Evans." Max said and stuck his hand out.
Liz slapped his hand. "Liz Parker."
This chick was hot. Cool it, Evans. She's like fourteen or fifteen.
"Dontcha wanna know how old I am?" Liz asked.
"Sure." Max said. Act cool.
"I'm sixteen and single. How 'bout you?"
Thank you, GOD! "Seventeen." He answered cooly.
"You got a girlfriend?" Liz asked curiously.
"No, why?"
"Cause you're a hottie."
"Well..." Max began to turn red. "You're hot too."
Liz laughed. "You a little momma's boy?"
"Sorta."
"Cute."
Max cleared his throat.
"You play basketball?" Liz asked as she reached for her headphones.
"Yeah."
"Me too. I've been told I could pro, i'm that good."
"I could take you." Max said with a smile.
"Alright, when this plane goes down, we'll find a court."
"And a ball."
"Right." Liz said and put her headphones on.
"What are you listening to?"
"112."
"Oh."
An hour later, they got their food.
"Man, look at this shit they call food."
Max was taken aback. He was raised not to swear and not to hang out with people who did. In other words, he was raised to be a good little boy.
"This is bullshit. It tastes like crap, too." Liz said drinking her water.
"You like to swear." Max said looking at her.
"Oh, bite me."
Max took a deep breath. She was sassy, a little on the bitchy side, but she was tough. And hot. The opposite of him, practicly.
And he was really attracted to her.
"Max!" Liz giggled.
He snapped back to reality and saw he was about two inches from her face.
"Were you about to kiss me?" She said and raised an eyebrow.
Max pulled back suddenly breathing heavily. "NO! I mean, no, no, not all at, I mean not at all."
What was happening? He wasn't attracted to bad-ass girls like she was. That was not him.
Liz brang her face closer to his, "Yes you were," she whispered.
Max was gonna do it. He closed his eyes and went to kiss her. She pulled back.
"You think i'm that easy, Evans?" Liz said holding up an I.D.
Max leaned back in his chair and sighed in frustration.
Liz put on a sad face. "I'm sorry. Are you mad with me, now?" She said.
Max looked at her. "Why would I be?"
"Cause you can't have your way with me." Liz whispered in his ear.
Max felt goosebumps forming.
"Sooner or later, I always get my way." He said trying to act unlike himself.
"Uh-huh. Sure." Liz said and smiled at him. "I'll believe it when I see it."
She was driving him crazy without even knowing it.
****
"Roswell? Anna that bitch!" Liz said as she and Max had gotten off the plane.
"Watch it, will ya?" It was the first time he had said anything about her swearing.
Liz stared at him. "I didn't think that Roswell would be at the top of her list, she wants to piss me off and she has, little slut."
"You're telling me you didn't know all this time, that we were heading for Roswell."
"It was 3:00 fucking AM!" Liz yelled.
"Shut UP! Someone's gonna hear your fricken' voice! And I ain't takin' the blame for all the shit you've caused." Whoa, did he just say that?
But Liz wasn't surprised. "Don't! And I mean don't," She came closer to him, "I don't appreciate when people fuck with me. Okay? I don't take take it easy on anyone. I'm a bitch, i've been called it and I know it. I make people's lives a living hell, so deal with it, or move on. Got it?"
Max backed down. "Man, you tell it to their face, huh?" He smiled.
Liz stopped being tough girl. She couldn't help but smile. This guy was different.
'Don't fool yourself, Liz. They're all the same.' She thought.
"How 'bout that one-on-one?" Max said and raised an eyebrow.
Liz looked at him. Then, she kissed him hard on the mouth.
Max was suprised. But he went along with it. He put his hands on her face.
Liz pulled away to look at him. "How's that for one-on-one?"
"I actually meant basketball, but-"
"But what? You didn't like that?" Liz whispered close to his face. She was staring at his mouth.
"No, I mean..yeah."
Liz smiled. "Good. Now we can play."