A/N: Not sure what your asking CoffeeObsessed but if you wanna know if this story is Dreamer or Polar I can't tell ya cuz that would ruin the ending!!!! Not sure if I should continue anymore because no one is really reviewing anymore ( but anyways here is ch. 12 and whether I continue anymore is completely up to you guys…



Ch. 12

Wrong Impression

(Liz's POV)

(Wrong Impression By: Natalie Imbruglia)

"Calling out, calling out

Haven't you wondered…"

Liz was happy this bright Monday morning. Surprisingly happy considering all of the drama she had been going through the past couple days. It was her 3rd official day as Michael Guerin's girlfriend. And it felt great.

"…Why I'm always alone

When you're in my dreams…"

Yes. It really was a great feeling to know that you're loved. Thoughts of Max swirled inside Liz's head yet she reflexively pushed them out as she had been doing for the past week.

"…Calling out, calling out

Haven't you wondered

Why you're finding it hard

Just looking at me…"

What she could NOT however push out her mind was the fact that she was mad at something she had done herself. It was like life had spun a complete 360 on her. It was alright though. It would be alright.

"…I want you

But I want you to understand

I leave you

I love you…"

She understood that she had no right to be mad at Max. So she closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath. She was good. She looked over to her full-length mirror and smiled.

"…Didn't want to leave you

With the wrong impression

Didn't want to leave you

With my last confession…"

Her hair was shiny dark brown and hung down to her shoulders. The ends curled under and her layers all over giving her hair that supermodel toss look. She ran her freshly French manicured finger nails through once more.

"…Of love…"

Her eyes lined to perfection, her lashes curled perfectly, her shadow brining out the beautiful chocolate brown in her pupils. Her cheeks slightly blushed with peach giving her that gorgeous "rosy" flushed look that girls would die for. Her lips were the ultimate completion to her divine finesse though. Her lips were glossed like glass and Liz couldn't keep the smile from spreading across her face.

"…Wasn't trying to pull you

In the wrong direction

All I wanna do is try and

Make a connection…"

She knew Michael would be there at any minute and just the thought of him made her feel warm inside. She smoothed her hands down the front of her white cotton GAP long sleeve, all the way down to the hips of her GAP low- rinse faded cupris pants that ended just below her calves and it all was complete with matching white ADIDAS All Stars shoes.

"…Of love…"

Liz turned away from the mirror and went over to her dresser where she removed her "Tommy Girl" perfume from its box and lightly sprayed it in the air as she walked through the mist.

"…Falling out, falling out

Haven't you wondered…"

She boxed the perfume and set it back where it belonged. She glanced over at her bed and retrieved her white Polo Sport side bag. She slung it over her right shoulder and sighed.

"…If this was ever more

Than a crazy idea…"

Was she crazy for feeling this way? Being happy like this when it all was based on a lie? She told Michael she loved him. She DID love him. Right?

"…Falling out, falling out

Haven't you wondered

What we could've been

If you'd only let me in…"

If this was true than why couldn't the memories of Max Evans leave her mind? She was with MICHAEL now. Not MAX. She wondered what things might have been like if her mother hadn't done what she did.

"…I want you

But I want you to understand

I miss you

I love you…"

Liz couldn't stop the tears from glazing over her eyes, her smiled quickly faded. She didn't want to ruin the face she had spent 45 minutes perfecting so she could look good on the outside to hide her ugly inside. She wanted Max. Oh god how her heart ached for him.

"…Didn't want to leave you

With the wrong impression

Didn't want to leave you

With my last confession…"

No. She had to STOP this emotion from taking over what was. She was with Michael and he loved her. He LOVED her! She looked out her window and looked back to her reflection. Still intact. Still alive, still there. Still… Liz.

"…Of love…"

She would love Michael and she would be the best damn girlfriend to him because he had sacrificed so much for her. She'd be damned to break another mans heart.

"…Wasn't trying to pull you

In the wrong direction

All I wanna do is try and

Make a connection…"

The smile reappeared on Liz's face, even if it was fake it was better than what she looked like before. She grabbed her binder and her folders and she opened her bedroom door slowly.

"…Of love…"

Yes. She loved Michael. She had to.

"…I need you

I love you…"

But she didn't love him like she loved Max Evans.



A/N: I really hope you actually want me to continue!!!

::Keeps fingers crossed::