ME: Another chapter. Wow, I'm really getting these things out fast!
I DO NOT OWN ROSWELL. FOR IF I DID, I WOULD SUE YOU ALL FOR RIPPING OFF MY SHOW!
ME: Ok then, chapter 3!
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"Maxwell, this is stupid. You'll never find her like that." Michael's deep, cut-glass voice pierced Max's ears, totally bursting his bubble. They were in a cheap hotel called the 'Classy hotel', though none of them could find anything remotely classy about it. It was a dump.
Michael walked over to where Max was sitting with several, extremely thick Seattle telephone books. He sat down next to him.
"Give it up, man. Thee must be hundreds of Elizabeth Parkers, or Elizabeth Evans in Seattle. It's pretty big city y'know." He sighed and ran his hands through his messed up, brown hair. "And what if she changed her name, or has an unlisted phone number?"
"She wouldn't." But Max didn't sound so sure. "She just.wouldn't." Michael groaned impatiently.
"Wake up, Max!" He grabbed his friend roughly round the shoulders and shook him. "You can't keep this up! It's crazy!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Michael." Max shrugged his hands off, a steely glint in his eyes. "I'm going to find her and I don't care if I have to walk every street in this goddamn city to do so!" He slammed the phone book that was in his hands shut and stormed out the room. Michael sat stunned on the bed. Never, in all the years they had known each other had Max blown up at him like that. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and jumped.
"Jesus Maria, don't sneak up on me like that!" He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. "I hate this."
"I know you do. We all hate seeing him so hurt. But it's not Liz's fault." She leaned up and kissed him. "She just needed to get away." Michael pulled her down onto the bed and held her close to him again.
"I know." He said quietly. "No one blames Liz, not even Max."
Max stormed out of the hotel, almost at a runner's pace. He couldn't believe that way he acted. Now he couldn't even justify the way he treated Maria in the car a while back. But they didn't understand, none of them could possibly ever understand how hard it all was. He hadn't even been in Roswell a day before he found out that Liz had gone off to Seattle. With his child, no less. What was he supposed to do? With a frustrated sigh, he sat down on the nearest stoop and put his head in his hands.
What was he supposed to do?
"Adam sweetie, come on. If you want to watch your cartoons we have to go home now." Max looked up, shocked. Across the street there was a children's playground, and standing at the gates was.
"Liz." He breathed, hardly daring to believe it. There she was, just across the street. And standing next to her, was that his child? He looked at the boy. Yes, it had to be. Dark hair and dark, soulful eyes you could lose yourself in easily. Yes, that was he. Their son, his.son. He stared at the kid, who was totally oblivious to his father's presence. Wow. Max was pretty shocked at just how alike they were. If only the boy's hair was flat and a little longer, instead of the unruly spikes that stood straight up on his head. But apart from the different hairstyle, man, it was like seeing a junior clone of himself. And what was his name? Adam, was it? Yeah, that was it, Adam. Max smiled. He'd always liked that name. Not too flash, not too boring, it was perfect for the boy!
Then across the street, they started to walk away from the park. Quick as a flash, before he even realised what he was doing, he got up off the stoop and followed them down the street.
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ME: Yay, it's done! (Groans.) It took me ages to get this chapter right, so the least you people can do is REVIEW!
I DO NOT OWN ROSWELL. FOR IF I DID, I WOULD SUE YOU ALL FOR RIPPING OFF MY SHOW!
ME: Ok then, chapter 3!
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"Maxwell, this is stupid. You'll never find her like that." Michael's deep, cut-glass voice pierced Max's ears, totally bursting his bubble. They were in a cheap hotel called the 'Classy hotel', though none of them could find anything remotely classy about it. It was a dump.
Michael walked over to where Max was sitting with several, extremely thick Seattle telephone books. He sat down next to him.
"Give it up, man. Thee must be hundreds of Elizabeth Parkers, or Elizabeth Evans in Seattle. It's pretty big city y'know." He sighed and ran his hands through his messed up, brown hair. "And what if she changed her name, or has an unlisted phone number?"
"She wouldn't." But Max didn't sound so sure. "She just.wouldn't." Michael groaned impatiently.
"Wake up, Max!" He grabbed his friend roughly round the shoulders and shook him. "You can't keep this up! It's crazy!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Michael." Max shrugged his hands off, a steely glint in his eyes. "I'm going to find her and I don't care if I have to walk every street in this goddamn city to do so!" He slammed the phone book that was in his hands shut and stormed out the room. Michael sat stunned on the bed. Never, in all the years they had known each other had Max blown up at him like that. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and jumped.
"Jesus Maria, don't sneak up on me like that!" He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. "I hate this."
"I know you do. We all hate seeing him so hurt. But it's not Liz's fault." She leaned up and kissed him. "She just needed to get away." Michael pulled her down onto the bed and held her close to him again.
"I know." He said quietly. "No one blames Liz, not even Max."
Max stormed out of the hotel, almost at a runner's pace. He couldn't believe that way he acted. Now he couldn't even justify the way he treated Maria in the car a while back. But they didn't understand, none of them could possibly ever understand how hard it all was. He hadn't even been in Roswell a day before he found out that Liz had gone off to Seattle. With his child, no less. What was he supposed to do? With a frustrated sigh, he sat down on the nearest stoop and put his head in his hands.
What was he supposed to do?
"Adam sweetie, come on. If you want to watch your cartoons we have to go home now." Max looked up, shocked. Across the street there was a children's playground, and standing at the gates was.
"Liz." He breathed, hardly daring to believe it. There she was, just across the street. And standing next to her, was that his child? He looked at the boy. Yes, it had to be. Dark hair and dark, soulful eyes you could lose yourself in easily. Yes, that was he. Their son, his.son. He stared at the kid, who was totally oblivious to his father's presence. Wow. Max was pretty shocked at just how alike they were. If only the boy's hair was flat and a little longer, instead of the unruly spikes that stood straight up on his head. But apart from the different hairstyle, man, it was like seeing a junior clone of himself. And what was his name? Adam, was it? Yeah, that was it, Adam. Max smiled. He'd always liked that name. Not too flash, not too boring, it was perfect for the boy!
Then across the street, they started to walk away from the park. Quick as a flash, before he even realised what he was doing, he got up off the stoop and followed them down the street.
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ME: Yay, it's done! (Groans.) It took me ages to get this chapter right, so the least you people can do is REVIEW!