None of this however interrupted their soulful gaze as they caught the first glimpse of one another in such a long time. Max Evans stepped forward a little, surprise still etched on his face.
"Liz?"
She let go of the breath she had been holding, and a soft sigh escaped her, "Max."
Chapter 5: Deep Within
"Liz?" He asked again, mostly in disbelief as he stepped closer to her, to which Liz unconsciously stepped back. Another step, another retreat, until she was up against the wall, not noticing nor caring at the strange looks she could feel from the other occupants of the room. Max however did not notice her retreat from him, nor did he see the fear beneath the surprise in her eyes.
Instead, he stood transfixed at the sight before him, as a long suppressed part of his heart burst forward and feelings in him, old and new, awakened to create a whirlwind of confusion inside his heard and soul.
"Max!" Her voice cut through the blinding confusion, and he grasped the peace that always came with her calming presence as he sighed, "Lizzie."
The small term of endearment made Liz flinch, a movement not visible to the others, but something she felt right down to the very core of her. And just as suddenly, she found herself encased in strong arms in the sweetest and warmest embrace. "Liz!"
"Max." Her voice replied weakly, slightly distracted by the feel of his arms around her. Shaking her head at the thought, Liz threw her hands around Max's neck, relaxing in his embrace.
"Liz, my God, is it really you?" He whispered into her ear, burying his face into her hair, letting the familiarity of her soak into his skin. Liz giggled softly into his chest, the sound bringing a smile to his boyish face transforming it quite nicely. She nodded in affirmation against him and his hold on her tightened as he dropped a kiss onto her head. Liz remained against him, savoring the feelings of love rushing through her, even if it wasn't the love she needed from him.
Behind them Michael, Isabel, and Diane watched the reunion in silence, and it was Diane, only Diane who saw that gleam in her son's eyes, matching the light in Liz's as her breath caught in her throat. They looked absolutely breathtaking together, Liz's small form fitting perfectly against Max's larger and stronger one. A perfect match made in heaven. But as said before, only she was the only one who saw the future in that embrace.
Michael and Isabel, perhaps even Max and Liz saw it as nothing more than friendly love, if not a siblings bond and for this Diane mourned the loss of something perhaps even more beautiful than anything else she had ever seen. Watching Liz pull away, Diane's breath caught once again upon seeing the light dim from her son's eyes, and was it just her? Or did that small emotion pass through Liz's eyes? So quickly that it may have not been there at all. Looking again, Diane saw that small gleam, hidden beneath other emotions, and hope flared upon seeing that small light of love in Liz's eyes. Perhaps there was a chance after all.
Regretfully, Diane watched as Michael whisked Liz away from Max only to sit her on the couch and began whispering to her. Isabel, Diane noticed, had decided to escape to her room, and this brought another frown upon her face. She had hoped that with Liz's return, Isabel would lose some of that Ice Princess exterior, but she was proven wrong. Looking over at Max, who stood frozen in shock, staring at Liz, Diane sighed. Her children had been so lost since Liz had left, but it was inevitable she supposed. They had to make their own mistakes and learn from them. Diane was referring to her son's ever changing girlfriends throughout the years, knowing he was a better person than that.
Walking over to Max, she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sweetie?"
He seemed not to reply as his gaze remained fixed on Liz, and again Diane called his name, shaking a little this time. "Max?"
Seemingly coming out of a trance, Max turned his head to look down at his mom, "Yeah?"
Diane smiled slightly, and she picked up some of the packages, handing them to Max, who smiled sheepishly in understanding. As they passed the couch on their way to the kitchen, Max glanced over at Liz, and their eyes connected for another electrifying gaze, shivers running down both of their spines.
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Liz pulled away from Max, and let herself be lead away from him. Sitting down in a haze, Liz barely noticed Michael's presence or voice as he began talking to her about something or rather. The shock of seeing Max so soon still had its effects on her as her eyes strayed over to where he was helping his mom pick up the fallen packages. If he had looked good before, then damn. Liz thought with a blush. No! Bad Liz, don't this is your almost brother remember?
Glancing up, she found herself lost in the amber depths that were Max Evans' eyes. He didn't move his eyes away, and their gaze held for what seemed like lifetimes to Liz, but in all reality it was merely a few seconds. But brothers aren't supposed to make me feel like this. She thought wryly as a dull thud long buried, but not forgotten surfaced in her heart, and her eyes filled with want, need. She continued lost in her thoughts, thinking now of their short reunion. She had barely said anything to him, which was true in all aspects. Seeing him there suddenly had knocked all sensible thoughts out of her mind, leaving only. 'Oh God, Oh God…he's so hot.'
Definitely not a sister thing to think about a brother. And then his arms. The feel of his arms, of being in his arms, felt like nothing else she had ever experienced. Any tangible words she may have had flew out the window allowing her only to whisper his name. I must have looked like a fool. She thought ruefully.
"Liz? Liz?!" Michael's voice penetrated the fog in her mind, and she looked up startled, realizing that he had just asked her a question. Shaking her head to clear her mind, the only answer she could manage was a very intelligent, "Huh?"
Michael gave her a strange look, "I asked if you had already seen mom and dad?"
"Mom and dad?" Was her reply, oh yeah she was definitely not there. "Oh! Yeah! I came in last night before they headed over to Aunt Erin's. Aunt Erin's and Mum managed to drag dad with them on some shopping thing." Liz shrugged, her mind still clouded.
"Liz are you ok?" His sudden question jolted her out of Maxland as she and Anna liked to call it.
"What? Of course I am? Why wouldn't I be? I'm fine. Stop worrying, I'm really…" Liz stopped herself mid-babble and looked at him sheepishly before settling on, "It's just the jetlag."
He seemed to accept that answer, but still he gave her a strange look before continuing his questions. "How's Anna and Aunt Linda?"
"How are." She corrected, causing Michael to stare at her blankly. "How are Anna and Aunt Linda? Not how's."
His continuous blank look amused her greatly, and just as sudden, his eyes cleared and she saw the laughter in them as his laugh echoed through the room. "Good to know that Little Miss Smarty Pants is still in there."
"Sad to see that your brain isn't still in there." Liz retorted while knocking his head gently. "Yep, very hollow."
Michael stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious as he asked in a monotonous voice, "Are you, Miss Smarty Pants, insulting my intelligence?"
It was hard to keep a straight face as they continued to tease one another, but somehow Liz managed. "What intelligence? When did you have any intelligence?"
Michael's face abruptly went blank, and Liz could not read his expression, she stopped laughing, and touched a hand to his arm, afraid that she may have hurt his feelings. She saw the evil gleam in his eyes when it was too late allowing her only to giggle loudly as Michael tackled her, tickling her relentlessly.
"Uncle! Uncle!" She cried in surrender between her giggles. Michael stopped, not pulling his weight off of her.
"I'll let you up only if you say, 'Michael is the greatest brother in the world and my intelligence is inferior to his.' Michael smirked down at Liz who was pouting. "Michael, you know I'm not big on lying."
Michael sighed dramatically before starting to tickle her again.
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The emptiness he felt as she pulled away faded to a small hollow feeling as he continued staring at her. The shock of finally seeing his Lizbit home still had its effect on him as he stared dumbly.
"Sweetie?" His mother's voice went right over his head as another sweet and breathy voice filled his mind. Max. Max?
Her voice continued whispering his name, and he realized then that his mom was calling him.
"Max?"
"Yeah?" His voice sounded dazed even to his own ears. Looking down he saw his mom on the ground gathering the packages he had dropped. Smiling sheepishly, Max swooped down to the ground and helped his mom.
Standing up, he followed his mom to the kitchen, slowing his pace just a bit as they passed the couch Liz was sitting on. He looked over at her, their eyes instantly connecting as a shiver ran up his spine. Pulling his eyes away with great difficulty, Max continued onto the kitchen. He moved around absentmindedly putting things away.
The initial shock had finally worn off, leaving him with a feeling of content. Liz was home. His Lizbit had finally returned. He felt it clearly. Everything was falling into place. He had everything, his family, his friends, and now his little best friend was back. The only thing that could have made it better was what he had always longed for but never mentioned or admitted even to himself.
Seeing Liz tonight however had those feelings coming back stronger than before as he was filled with wanting and longing. But of what? His mind wondered while his heart answered fervently, love. The thought alone surprised him because of its simplicity, yet it was more complex than any of his other desires. It also confused him. He was a player, the best of the best. All the girls seemed to follow him around. A new girlfriend every few weeks or so, he could break it off from a relationship without a single tear shed, even befriending some of his conquests in the end. Never had a relationship kept his interest for long, and in the back of his mind, in the depths of his heart was the whisper of something more.
Something that perhaps Liz could provide. Something that….wait did he just say that? He mentally laughed at himself. Liz was like a sister, not his soulmate. A sister and nothing more. Anything else would have been considered insane in his mind. But then again…
"MAX!" His mom's voice effectively pulled him away from his inane thoughts as he looked over at her confused.
"Sweetie, why don't you just let me finish putting the rest of the things away. Go catch up with Liz before she leaves." Diane ordered, and Max looked down to see that in his haziness had tried to put the milk away in the oven. Looking at his mom with an embarrassed smile, he nodded his agreement.
Walking closer to the living room he could hear Michael's laughter along with a sweeter and more musical laughter which brought a gleam to his eyes. It had been a long time since he had heard Liz laugh. Over a year now. His mind reminded as he decided to not make his presence known, watching as Michael and Liz banter and play around. The scene was so familiar, so comforting, and again his mind whispered. She's home.
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Taking Michael's outstretched hand; Liz was pulled back onto her feet. She dusted herself off, her hand unconsciously hitting her favorite piece of jewelry as a means of comfort. Michael whispered quietly into her ear and she nodded as he left to go pack his things. He would be coming back with her tonight. Smiling at his retreating form she sighed as she absently toyed with her necklace, humming softly and looking about in detached interest. The place really hadn't changed much, her second home, her second family.
"Hey." Liz nearly jumped at his voice, whirling almost jumping at the appearance of him.
"Max!" Again with ability to only say his name. "What are you doing here?"
At her question he raised his eyebrow causing her to blush. Stupid! She mentally smacked her forehead. This is his house, he's got the right to go wherever he wants!, "I mean, aren't you supposed to be helping Diane?"
He smiled as he gestured towards the sofa, taking her hand when she appeared to be rooted to the ground. "She ordered me to come out and catch up with you."
"Oh." Get it together Parker.
"Are you alright?" Max asked and she realized she had been staring at him for a while, unblinking.
"Huh?" Great this again. Note to self: Stop spacing out. "Oh sorry. Jetlag."
He nodded in understanding, and they lapsed into another silence. Max watched as she glanced everywhere but him. What's wrong with us? We used to be able to tell each other everything.
Little did he know, Liz was thinking the same thing. Another thing to add to the list of regrets. Great. How exactly is this supposed to help in shortening it? Ok awkward silence, I need to say something, anything.
"Soanyspecialgirlinyourlife?"
"Why didn't you come back?"
They blinked, because the questions were asked at the same time, and the questions themselves were unnerving. Liz really didn't know why she had asked what she did, she really didn't want to know. Not yet. Let me stay in my little fantasy world a little longer. When she heard his question, her heart nearly stopped.
Max blinked again at her question. It was odd in itself, because he knew Liz really didn't like hearing about his exploits, thinking them wrong and all. He smiled though.
"You know you're the only special girl in my eyes Lizbit." Outwardly, Liz smiled weakly at his teasing; inwardly her heart was pounding fast. No! You're not in love with him anymore! Remember? You got over this a long time ago.
"Liz?"
"Huh?" I really should stop spacing out. It's not really good during conversations.
He merely looked at her, and Liz knew. He wanted an answer to his question. Why hadn't she come back? To them? To him?
She opened her mouth to answer, "I-"
Trailing off, she couldn't bring herself to say what she had wanted to say. Because she knew he wouldn't understand, and she wasn't ready. But her heart whispered it anyway. Because of you. Because I- She lost herself in his eyes. I should stop this. He's like my brother, nothing more...but why can't I look away?
"Liz? It's late, we should get going." Michael said as he walked into the room, oblivious to the tension between his best friend and younger sister. Liz looked away from Max, standing up shakily to follow Michael as he exited the living room. Max grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
"I missed you so much Lizbit. Welcome home." Max whispered softly before kissing her forehead and wishing her goodbye.
Liz watched him walk away, fighting an internal battle with herself. Love was beginning to whisper its song of love on her heat again, but her mind, her strong mind would not allow herself to go through it again. Wishing the Evans a goodnight, she clung onto Michael's waist as they sped through the Roswellian streets back to her aunt's house. I can't do it again. Not after last time. I can't fall again.
However, from deep within her heart came the whisper, too late. Too late.
She was already falling.
tbc…(???)
A/N: Sorry this chapter took forever to get out. I just couldn't figure out how I wanted Max and Liz's reunion should be like. I still particularly don't like how I wrote it, but it's fine for now. So? Anyone still interested in this fic?
"Liz?"
She let go of the breath she had been holding, and a soft sigh escaped her, "Max."
Chapter 5: Deep Within
"Liz?" He asked again, mostly in disbelief as he stepped closer to her, to which Liz unconsciously stepped back. Another step, another retreat, until she was up against the wall, not noticing nor caring at the strange looks she could feel from the other occupants of the room. Max however did not notice her retreat from him, nor did he see the fear beneath the surprise in her eyes.
Instead, he stood transfixed at the sight before him, as a long suppressed part of his heart burst forward and feelings in him, old and new, awakened to create a whirlwind of confusion inside his heard and soul.
"Max!" Her voice cut through the blinding confusion, and he grasped the peace that always came with her calming presence as he sighed, "Lizzie."
The small term of endearment made Liz flinch, a movement not visible to the others, but something she felt right down to the very core of her. And just as suddenly, she found herself encased in strong arms in the sweetest and warmest embrace. "Liz!"
"Max." Her voice replied weakly, slightly distracted by the feel of his arms around her. Shaking her head at the thought, Liz threw her hands around Max's neck, relaxing in his embrace.
"Liz, my God, is it really you?" He whispered into her ear, burying his face into her hair, letting the familiarity of her soak into his skin. Liz giggled softly into his chest, the sound bringing a smile to his boyish face transforming it quite nicely. She nodded in affirmation against him and his hold on her tightened as he dropped a kiss onto her head. Liz remained against him, savoring the feelings of love rushing through her, even if it wasn't the love she needed from him.
Behind them Michael, Isabel, and Diane watched the reunion in silence, and it was Diane, only Diane who saw that gleam in her son's eyes, matching the light in Liz's as her breath caught in her throat. They looked absolutely breathtaking together, Liz's small form fitting perfectly against Max's larger and stronger one. A perfect match made in heaven. But as said before, only she was the only one who saw the future in that embrace.
Michael and Isabel, perhaps even Max and Liz saw it as nothing more than friendly love, if not a siblings bond and for this Diane mourned the loss of something perhaps even more beautiful than anything else she had ever seen. Watching Liz pull away, Diane's breath caught once again upon seeing the light dim from her son's eyes, and was it just her? Or did that small emotion pass through Liz's eyes? So quickly that it may have not been there at all. Looking again, Diane saw that small gleam, hidden beneath other emotions, and hope flared upon seeing that small light of love in Liz's eyes. Perhaps there was a chance after all.
Regretfully, Diane watched as Michael whisked Liz away from Max only to sit her on the couch and began whispering to her. Isabel, Diane noticed, had decided to escape to her room, and this brought another frown upon her face. She had hoped that with Liz's return, Isabel would lose some of that Ice Princess exterior, but she was proven wrong. Looking over at Max, who stood frozen in shock, staring at Liz, Diane sighed. Her children had been so lost since Liz had left, but it was inevitable she supposed. They had to make their own mistakes and learn from them. Diane was referring to her son's ever changing girlfriends throughout the years, knowing he was a better person than that.
Walking over to Max, she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sweetie?"
He seemed not to reply as his gaze remained fixed on Liz, and again Diane called his name, shaking a little this time. "Max?"
Seemingly coming out of a trance, Max turned his head to look down at his mom, "Yeah?"
Diane smiled slightly, and she picked up some of the packages, handing them to Max, who smiled sheepishly in understanding. As they passed the couch on their way to the kitchen, Max glanced over at Liz, and their eyes connected for another electrifying gaze, shivers running down both of their spines.
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Liz pulled away from Max, and let herself be lead away from him. Sitting down in a haze, Liz barely noticed Michael's presence or voice as he began talking to her about something or rather. The shock of seeing Max so soon still had its effects on her as her eyes strayed over to where he was helping his mom pick up the fallen packages. If he had looked good before, then damn. Liz thought with a blush. No! Bad Liz, don't this is your almost brother remember?
Glancing up, she found herself lost in the amber depths that were Max Evans' eyes. He didn't move his eyes away, and their gaze held for what seemed like lifetimes to Liz, but in all reality it was merely a few seconds. But brothers aren't supposed to make me feel like this. She thought wryly as a dull thud long buried, but not forgotten surfaced in her heart, and her eyes filled with want, need. She continued lost in her thoughts, thinking now of their short reunion. She had barely said anything to him, which was true in all aspects. Seeing him there suddenly had knocked all sensible thoughts out of her mind, leaving only. 'Oh God, Oh God…he's so hot.'
Definitely not a sister thing to think about a brother. And then his arms. The feel of his arms, of being in his arms, felt like nothing else she had ever experienced. Any tangible words she may have had flew out the window allowing her only to whisper his name. I must have looked like a fool. She thought ruefully.
"Liz? Liz?!" Michael's voice penetrated the fog in her mind, and she looked up startled, realizing that he had just asked her a question. Shaking her head to clear her mind, the only answer she could manage was a very intelligent, "Huh?"
Michael gave her a strange look, "I asked if you had already seen mom and dad?"
"Mom and dad?" Was her reply, oh yeah she was definitely not there. "Oh! Yeah! I came in last night before they headed over to Aunt Erin's. Aunt Erin's and Mum managed to drag dad with them on some shopping thing." Liz shrugged, her mind still clouded.
"Liz are you ok?" His sudden question jolted her out of Maxland as she and Anna liked to call it.
"What? Of course I am? Why wouldn't I be? I'm fine. Stop worrying, I'm really…" Liz stopped herself mid-babble and looked at him sheepishly before settling on, "It's just the jetlag."
He seemed to accept that answer, but still he gave her a strange look before continuing his questions. "How's Anna and Aunt Linda?"
"How are." She corrected, causing Michael to stare at her blankly. "How are Anna and Aunt Linda? Not how's."
His continuous blank look amused her greatly, and just as sudden, his eyes cleared and she saw the laughter in them as his laugh echoed through the room. "Good to know that Little Miss Smarty Pants is still in there."
"Sad to see that your brain isn't still in there." Liz retorted while knocking his head gently. "Yep, very hollow."
Michael stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious as he asked in a monotonous voice, "Are you, Miss Smarty Pants, insulting my intelligence?"
It was hard to keep a straight face as they continued to tease one another, but somehow Liz managed. "What intelligence? When did you have any intelligence?"
Michael's face abruptly went blank, and Liz could not read his expression, she stopped laughing, and touched a hand to his arm, afraid that she may have hurt his feelings. She saw the evil gleam in his eyes when it was too late allowing her only to giggle loudly as Michael tackled her, tickling her relentlessly.
"Uncle! Uncle!" She cried in surrender between her giggles. Michael stopped, not pulling his weight off of her.
"I'll let you up only if you say, 'Michael is the greatest brother in the world and my intelligence is inferior to his.' Michael smirked down at Liz who was pouting. "Michael, you know I'm not big on lying."
Michael sighed dramatically before starting to tickle her again.
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The emptiness he felt as she pulled away faded to a small hollow feeling as he continued staring at her. The shock of finally seeing his Lizbit home still had its effect on him as he stared dumbly.
"Sweetie?" His mother's voice went right over his head as another sweet and breathy voice filled his mind. Max. Max?
Her voice continued whispering his name, and he realized then that his mom was calling him.
"Max?"
"Yeah?" His voice sounded dazed even to his own ears. Looking down he saw his mom on the ground gathering the packages he had dropped. Smiling sheepishly, Max swooped down to the ground and helped his mom.
Standing up, he followed his mom to the kitchen, slowing his pace just a bit as they passed the couch Liz was sitting on. He looked over at her, their eyes instantly connecting as a shiver ran up his spine. Pulling his eyes away with great difficulty, Max continued onto the kitchen. He moved around absentmindedly putting things away.
The initial shock had finally worn off, leaving him with a feeling of content. Liz was home. His Lizbit had finally returned. He felt it clearly. Everything was falling into place. He had everything, his family, his friends, and now his little best friend was back. The only thing that could have made it better was what he had always longed for but never mentioned or admitted even to himself.
Seeing Liz tonight however had those feelings coming back stronger than before as he was filled with wanting and longing. But of what? His mind wondered while his heart answered fervently, love. The thought alone surprised him because of its simplicity, yet it was more complex than any of his other desires. It also confused him. He was a player, the best of the best. All the girls seemed to follow him around. A new girlfriend every few weeks or so, he could break it off from a relationship without a single tear shed, even befriending some of his conquests in the end. Never had a relationship kept his interest for long, and in the back of his mind, in the depths of his heart was the whisper of something more.
Something that perhaps Liz could provide. Something that….wait did he just say that? He mentally laughed at himself. Liz was like a sister, not his soulmate. A sister and nothing more. Anything else would have been considered insane in his mind. But then again…
"MAX!" His mom's voice effectively pulled him away from his inane thoughts as he looked over at her confused.
"Sweetie, why don't you just let me finish putting the rest of the things away. Go catch up with Liz before she leaves." Diane ordered, and Max looked down to see that in his haziness had tried to put the milk away in the oven. Looking at his mom with an embarrassed smile, he nodded his agreement.
Walking closer to the living room he could hear Michael's laughter along with a sweeter and more musical laughter which brought a gleam to his eyes. It had been a long time since he had heard Liz laugh. Over a year now. His mind reminded as he decided to not make his presence known, watching as Michael and Liz banter and play around. The scene was so familiar, so comforting, and again his mind whispered. She's home.
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Taking Michael's outstretched hand; Liz was pulled back onto her feet. She dusted herself off, her hand unconsciously hitting her favorite piece of jewelry as a means of comfort. Michael whispered quietly into her ear and she nodded as he left to go pack his things. He would be coming back with her tonight. Smiling at his retreating form she sighed as she absently toyed with her necklace, humming softly and looking about in detached interest. The place really hadn't changed much, her second home, her second family.
"Hey." Liz nearly jumped at his voice, whirling almost jumping at the appearance of him.
"Max!" Again with ability to only say his name. "What are you doing here?"
At her question he raised his eyebrow causing her to blush. Stupid! She mentally smacked her forehead. This is his house, he's got the right to go wherever he wants!, "I mean, aren't you supposed to be helping Diane?"
He smiled as he gestured towards the sofa, taking her hand when she appeared to be rooted to the ground. "She ordered me to come out and catch up with you."
"Oh." Get it together Parker.
"Are you alright?" Max asked and she realized she had been staring at him for a while, unblinking.
"Huh?" Great this again. Note to self: Stop spacing out. "Oh sorry. Jetlag."
He nodded in understanding, and they lapsed into another silence. Max watched as she glanced everywhere but him. What's wrong with us? We used to be able to tell each other everything.
Little did he know, Liz was thinking the same thing. Another thing to add to the list of regrets. Great. How exactly is this supposed to help in shortening it? Ok awkward silence, I need to say something, anything.
"Soanyspecialgirlinyourlife?"
"Why didn't you come back?"
They blinked, because the questions were asked at the same time, and the questions themselves were unnerving. Liz really didn't know why she had asked what she did, she really didn't want to know. Not yet. Let me stay in my little fantasy world a little longer. When she heard his question, her heart nearly stopped.
Max blinked again at her question. It was odd in itself, because he knew Liz really didn't like hearing about his exploits, thinking them wrong and all. He smiled though.
"You know you're the only special girl in my eyes Lizbit." Outwardly, Liz smiled weakly at his teasing; inwardly her heart was pounding fast. No! You're not in love with him anymore! Remember? You got over this a long time ago.
"Liz?"
"Huh?" I really should stop spacing out. It's not really good during conversations.
He merely looked at her, and Liz knew. He wanted an answer to his question. Why hadn't she come back? To them? To him?
She opened her mouth to answer, "I-"
Trailing off, she couldn't bring herself to say what she had wanted to say. Because she knew he wouldn't understand, and she wasn't ready. But her heart whispered it anyway. Because of you. Because I- She lost herself in his eyes. I should stop this. He's like my brother, nothing more...but why can't I look away?
"Liz? It's late, we should get going." Michael said as he walked into the room, oblivious to the tension between his best friend and younger sister. Liz looked away from Max, standing up shakily to follow Michael as he exited the living room. Max grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
"I missed you so much Lizbit. Welcome home." Max whispered softly before kissing her forehead and wishing her goodbye.
Liz watched him walk away, fighting an internal battle with herself. Love was beginning to whisper its song of love on her heat again, but her mind, her strong mind would not allow herself to go through it again. Wishing the Evans a goodnight, she clung onto Michael's waist as they sped through the Roswellian streets back to her aunt's house. I can't do it again. Not after last time. I can't fall again.
However, from deep within her heart came the whisper, too late. Too late.
She was already falling.
tbc…(???)
A/N: Sorry this chapter took forever to get out. I just couldn't figure out how I wanted Max and Liz's reunion should be like. I still particularly don't like how I wrote it, but it's fine for now. So? Anyone still interested in this fic?