You Can't Handle Me
Category: Max/Liz
Summary: You'll just have to read this one. Sorry guys.
Author's Note: Like my other story, 'Dreaming Of You', I don't exactly have this one mapped out very well either.
Meaning, it's going to take awhile. So please 'behr' with me. I'm only fourteen, not even in highschool yet, but I do get homework. I should get both stories done before the homework does come in. Please R&R!
I have some ideas for future stories, but that depends on the reviews! Thanx.
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Liz jerked to a stop. She was breathing heavily, and then she started laughing.
Max looked up, nothing had happened. From what he could see she had just stopped for a red light.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked angrily.
"I just had to get you back for the one you pulled on me before. I just had to." Liz said and continued laughing.
Max's breathing slowed down. "Don't ever-"
"The look on your face," She said, "It was priceless."
Max shook his head. "Not funny."
Liz smiled and started driving again.
* * * *
"This is where you live?" She asked with her mouth hanging open. "It's huge! And nice! Damn!"
Max unloaded his bags. "My parents are out of town. You can stay with my sister and I for a few days."
"Thanks, considering I won't be here long." Liz said and grabbed her sports bag.
Max looked at her. "Where do you plan on going?"
Liz shrugged. "I don't know. But I can't stay in one place for too long. But that's how it's always been."
"Well," Max started, "Maybe this is the place where you can stay. I mean, nothing goes on much, it's pretty small, but..."
"Max, this isn't the place for me."
"But if you leave, i'll never see you again." Max said.
'Don't become attached, Liz.' She told herself.
"Max, if I stay too long, you'll become just like me."
"Not necessarily."
"The point is Max...you can't handle me."
"Liz, you aren't that tough."
"My mother can't handle me! Max, you've only seen a small, tiny part of me. The good part. I go crazy, sometimes. People have to restrain me, Max. I drink sometimes, I steal, I sneak out, I run away, I yell at my mother, i've gone to jail, I skip school and I lie about it. Face it, Max. I'm going to do nothing with my life. I'll probaly be an 18-year-old kid, with a kid. A single mom, living on welfare. And my kid will grow up to be just like I am."
'Just how I grew up like my mom.' Liz thought.
A tear dropped from the corner of her eye. Liz wiped it away quickly. She didn't want Max to think she was a little cry baby.
Max didn't see the tear.
"Max, I really like you. I mean..alot. Okay, I would love it, if we could have something. But it's not going to work. You could probaly be the next U.S. president if you wanted. You are going to do something great with your life, i'm not. Max, I know people who are after me, who want to kill me. You shouldn't have to deal with that. I don't belong with you, Max. You belong with someone.....someone...better. You deserve someone better."
Max shook his head.
"I don't believe you. Yeah, Liz, the girls I date are people like me. People whos parents plan their life for them. People who all they do, is study. Who never just..have fun. But being around you, Liz. It made me see, I don't want to be that person anymore."
"Max, no. You can't let me change the way you are. You'll regret it." Liz looked down.
"Look, let's just go inside. You can meet Isabel." Max smiled.
"Okay." Liz nodded.
They went in the house.
"Isabel!" Max yelled as he put down his bags.
Isabel Evans came down in a fancy dress. She had a ton of jewelry on and make-up.
"Hey, little brother. Who's this?"
Max introduced them. "Is, Liz. Liz, Is."
Isabel laughed. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Liz replied.
"Max," Isabel said with a wierd look, "Missy came by. I told her you weren't home, but she insisted on staying. She's waiting up for you in your room."
Liz raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell is Missy?"
Isabel looked at her. "Who the what?"
Liz sighed. "Heck. Who the heck."
Isabel nodded. "I thought so."
Max groaned. "It's like she's obsessed."
He walked upstairs. Missy Sheen was his ex-girlfriend. They had been together for about four months. Max could've sworn that he'd loved her. But then he caught her with someone else.
That's when she started becoming obsessed. Missy visited him every day and talked to him every chance she could. She began saying what he saw was a mistake. How they belonged together, how it was fate.
Everybody said she was going crazy.
"Max?" Liz whispered.
Max turned around. She was right behind him.
"Max? Can I come?"
Max thought for a second. "Okay," He grabbed her hand, "You are going to pretend to be my girlfriend. That way, when she finds out, she'll leave."
Liz thought it was a dumb plan, but, "Okay." She replied.
Max grabbed her hand and went to his room. Liz saw a blonde headed girl. She stood up and turned around. She was a little muscular.
"Max!" The girl shouted and rushed to hug him.
"Missy!" Max said with fake enthusiasm and returned the hug. "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Liz."
Missy glanced at Liz. The girl looked way out of Max's league. She couldn't believe it.
"No, you didn't." Missy said and ran downstairs. She bumped into Isabel.
"YOU!" Missy grabbed her. "YOU TOLD ME HE WAS SINGLE AND MISERABLE WITHOUT ME!"
Isabel held her hands up in defense. "I said he was single, I didn't say anything 'bout him being miserable."
Missy shook her head. "YOU BITCH!"
"Watch your mouth!"
Missy tackled Isabel. She put her hands on her throat.
"Shit!" Max said and ran down. Liz chased him, but ran closer to Isabel.
"Stay BACK!" Missy yelled at Liz.
"Help me, Liz!" Isabel managed to say.
'Screw it.' Liz thought.
She pulled Missy's hands, and managed to get one off of Isabel. But not the other.
'Damn, this bitch is strong.' Liz thought.
Isabel kept coughing.
Missy, with a free hand, reached in her jeans pocket.
'Yes, found it.' She thought.
Liz looked at her hand, and saw a pocket knife.
Category: Max/Liz
Summary: You'll just have to read this one. Sorry guys.
Author's Note: Like my other story, 'Dreaming Of You', I don't exactly have this one mapped out very well either.
Meaning, it's going to take awhile. So please 'behr' with me. I'm only fourteen, not even in highschool yet, but I do get homework. I should get both stories done before the homework does come in. Please R&R!
I have some ideas for future stories, but that depends on the reviews! Thanx.
* * * *
Liz jerked to a stop. She was breathing heavily, and then she started laughing.
Max looked up, nothing had happened. From what he could see she had just stopped for a red light.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked angrily.
"I just had to get you back for the one you pulled on me before. I just had to." Liz said and continued laughing.
Max's breathing slowed down. "Don't ever-"
"The look on your face," She said, "It was priceless."
Max shook his head. "Not funny."
Liz smiled and started driving again.
* * * *
"This is where you live?" She asked with her mouth hanging open. "It's huge! And nice! Damn!"
Max unloaded his bags. "My parents are out of town. You can stay with my sister and I for a few days."
"Thanks, considering I won't be here long." Liz said and grabbed her sports bag.
Max looked at her. "Where do you plan on going?"
Liz shrugged. "I don't know. But I can't stay in one place for too long. But that's how it's always been."
"Well," Max started, "Maybe this is the place where you can stay. I mean, nothing goes on much, it's pretty small, but..."
"Max, this isn't the place for me."
"But if you leave, i'll never see you again." Max said.
'Don't become attached, Liz.' She told herself.
"Max, if I stay too long, you'll become just like me."
"Not necessarily."
"The point is Max...you can't handle me."
"Liz, you aren't that tough."
"My mother can't handle me! Max, you've only seen a small, tiny part of me. The good part. I go crazy, sometimes. People have to restrain me, Max. I drink sometimes, I steal, I sneak out, I run away, I yell at my mother, i've gone to jail, I skip school and I lie about it. Face it, Max. I'm going to do nothing with my life. I'll probaly be an 18-year-old kid, with a kid. A single mom, living on welfare. And my kid will grow up to be just like I am."
'Just how I grew up like my mom.' Liz thought.
A tear dropped from the corner of her eye. Liz wiped it away quickly. She didn't want Max to think she was a little cry baby.
Max didn't see the tear.
"Max, I really like you. I mean..alot. Okay, I would love it, if we could have something. But it's not going to work. You could probaly be the next U.S. president if you wanted. You are going to do something great with your life, i'm not. Max, I know people who are after me, who want to kill me. You shouldn't have to deal with that. I don't belong with you, Max. You belong with someone.....someone...better. You deserve someone better."
Max shook his head.
"I don't believe you. Yeah, Liz, the girls I date are people like me. People whos parents plan their life for them. People who all they do, is study. Who never just..have fun. But being around you, Liz. It made me see, I don't want to be that person anymore."
"Max, no. You can't let me change the way you are. You'll regret it." Liz looked down.
"Look, let's just go inside. You can meet Isabel." Max smiled.
"Okay." Liz nodded.
They went in the house.
"Isabel!" Max yelled as he put down his bags.
Isabel Evans came down in a fancy dress. She had a ton of jewelry on and make-up.
"Hey, little brother. Who's this?"
Max introduced them. "Is, Liz. Liz, Is."
Isabel laughed. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Liz replied.
"Max," Isabel said with a wierd look, "Missy came by. I told her you weren't home, but she insisted on staying. She's waiting up for you in your room."
Liz raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell is Missy?"
Isabel looked at her. "Who the what?"
Liz sighed. "Heck. Who the heck."
Isabel nodded. "I thought so."
Max groaned. "It's like she's obsessed."
He walked upstairs. Missy Sheen was his ex-girlfriend. They had been together for about four months. Max could've sworn that he'd loved her. But then he caught her with someone else.
That's when she started becoming obsessed. Missy visited him every day and talked to him every chance she could. She began saying what he saw was a mistake. How they belonged together, how it was fate.
Everybody said she was going crazy.
"Max?" Liz whispered.
Max turned around. She was right behind him.
"Max? Can I come?"
Max thought for a second. "Okay," He grabbed her hand, "You are going to pretend to be my girlfriend. That way, when she finds out, she'll leave."
Liz thought it was a dumb plan, but, "Okay." She replied.
Max grabbed her hand and went to his room. Liz saw a blonde headed girl. She stood up and turned around. She was a little muscular.
"Max!" The girl shouted and rushed to hug him.
"Missy!" Max said with fake enthusiasm and returned the hug. "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Liz."
Missy glanced at Liz. The girl looked way out of Max's league. She couldn't believe it.
"No, you didn't." Missy said and ran downstairs. She bumped into Isabel.
"YOU!" Missy grabbed her. "YOU TOLD ME HE WAS SINGLE AND MISERABLE WITHOUT ME!"
Isabel held her hands up in defense. "I said he was single, I didn't say anything 'bout him being miserable."
Missy shook her head. "YOU BITCH!"
"Watch your mouth!"
Missy tackled Isabel. She put her hands on her throat.
"Shit!" Max said and ran down. Liz chased him, but ran closer to Isabel.
"Stay BACK!" Missy yelled at Liz.
"Help me, Liz!" Isabel managed to say.
'Screw it.' Liz thought.
She pulled Missy's hands, and managed to get one off of Isabel. But not the other.
'Damn, this bitch is strong.' Liz thought.
Isabel kept coughing.
Missy, with a free hand, reached in her jeans pocket.
'Yes, found it.' She thought.
Liz looked at her hand, and saw a pocket knife.