ME: Chapter nine, hurrah!
JESUS, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE?! NINE CHAPTERS, NINE DISCLAIMERS, WHEN ARE YOU ALL GONNA GET IT INTO YOUR HEADS THAT I DO NOT OWN ROSWELL! OH, AND I DON'T OWN 'THIS YEAR'S LOVE' EITHER, IT'S A DAVID GRAY SONG.
ME: Very to the point I think. Oh, and before I get down to the actual chapter, something must be addressed. Some people have been complaining (Frequently) about Liz's reaction to Max. These people, nameless they will remain, think that she should be more upset with him and to these people I say; bite me. I never once said Liz had forgiven Max, not once. So there! Uh, well on a lighter note, on with the chapter!
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Road. Nothing but an endless strip of road for miles and miles and miles and...well, you get the point. They weren't even in New Mexico yet. Liz slumped against the window and looked outside. Still raining, damn. It had been raining for hours now, but she wasn't really that bothered. I mean if she was looking for a place to work on her tan when she left Roswell, Seattle probably would have been one of the last places she would go. Well, there or Alaska. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up straight up yawned. Man, this journey certainly took a lot out of you, and she wasn't even driving! Quickly, she stole a glance at Max, still sitting in his impeccably straight manner in the driving seat. How on Earth did he manage it? It had had to be over twelve hours since they left Seattle without stopping for a break once.
Ah, Max. It seemed that every five seconds her thoughts turned to him. It was insane how often she thought of him. And thinking of him led to wanting to let him back in. To forgive him for all the pain he caused her. But then, no, she couldn't. He would never be forgiven. He'd had too many chances. To forgive is also to forget and Max had done some pretty unforgivable things she could never forget. He'd lied, deceived, cheated on her and then some. Damage unfixable, heart broken so many times it was as fragile as glass. But still, she had stuck by him through it all. Love, she decided, could not be discarded so easily like ashes to the wind. And no matter how she tried, no matter the circumstance, she would always love him.
That would never change.
Max watched Liz in one of his mirrors. She was still, in his eyes, as beautiful as ever. Same hair, same eyes. He let his eyes travel lower down her body to her...yeah, nothing had changed. And he had found that in their years apart his love for her had doubled, even tripled but other things had changed too. He wasn't just Max Evans, same old. Roswell high graduate and runaway married father of one. Being a king had changed him, for better and for worse. The things he had seen would have hurt Liz too much, he couldn't have taken her to Antar with him. Love protects, conceals and makes you do some things one day you regret. And because of this, neither he nor Liz would be the same again and he knew it.
Trying to take his mind of this depressing thought, he switched on the radio.
This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right, oh now
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on
Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife, oh now
If you love me got to know for sure
'Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet, sweet lies, oh now
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
'Cos whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on?
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last, whoa-oh-ahh yeah
This years love had better last
Isabel's car:
In the other car, the atmosphere couldn't have been more different. Everyone was awake, and the discussion was stuck on Max and Liz's current 'situation'.
"Did you see the look on Max's face when Liz and the kid came out of the house?" Kyle asked. Michael frowned.
"Jesus Kyle, you gossip like a teenage girl!" He snapped. "And don't just call their son 'the kid', he does have a name." Now it was Kyle's turn to frown.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, turning in his seat so he could look at Michael.
"Nothing."
"Liar." Typical Isabel, butting in as usual. "Come on Michael, what's up?"
"Nothing, it's nothing, alright? Just drop it and get back to your little gossiping session." Isabel shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay, okay. Don't get so uptight about it!" She turned her full attention to the road once again. "Do you think Liz has changed?" She asked after a while. Kyle nodded his head.
"Yeah, of course she's changed. She isn't as, y'know' 'cheery' as she used to be." He said. "And she doesn't seem to like it when Max gets too close to her."
"Too close? How can he be 'too close' to her? They're married!"
"You know what I mean." He said impatiently. "They're not the same around each other anymore. No soulmate stares or hand holding or anything like that." Isabel and Michael nodded their heads in agreement.
"Yeah, I noticed that too."
"Do you think they'll be alright?" Kyle asked, more to himself than anyone else. Isabel's eyes darkened, but she kept them on the road.
"I don't know, but I hope so. I really do."
Not another word was uttered from that car on the subject from that point on. It was as if just talking about it brought what now seemed inevitable even closer. There was no trust anymore. And if there is no trust, there can be no love.
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ME: Alright, alright! So I 'borrowed' the last line from Moulin Rouge. I don't own that either so don't sue me! But do review, always review. For reviews equal power. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Uhh, sorry, I'm just really hyper today! Oh, and in case you're wondering, I am 100% Dreamer and my fics usually have a happy ending.
Review!
JESUS, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE?! NINE CHAPTERS, NINE DISCLAIMERS, WHEN ARE YOU ALL GONNA GET IT INTO YOUR HEADS THAT I DO NOT OWN ROSWELL! OH, AND I DON'T OWN 'THIS YEAR'S LOVE' EITHER, IT'S A DAVID GRAY SONG.
ME: Very to the point I think. Oh, and before I get down to the actual chapter, something must be addressed. Some people have been complaining (Frequently) about Liz's reaction to Max. These people, nameless they will remain, think that she should be more upset with him and to these people I say; bite me. I never once said Liz had forgiven Max, not once. So there! Uh, well on a lighter note, on with the chapter!
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Road. Nothing but an endless strip of road for miles and miles and miles and...well, you get the point. They weren't even in New Mexico yet. Liz slumped against the window and looked outside. Still raining, damn. It had been raining for hours now, but she wasn't really that bothered. I mean if she was looking for a place to work on her tan when she left Roswell, Seattle probably would have been one of the last places she would go. Well, there or Alaska. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up straight up yawned. Man, this journey certainly took a lot out of you, and she wasn't even driving! Quickly, she stole a glance at Max, still sitting in his impeccably straight manner in the driving seat. How on Earth did he manage it? It had had to be over twelve hours since they left Seattle without stopping for a break once.
Ah, Max. It seemed that every five seconds her thoughts turned to him. It was insane how often she thought of him. And thinking of him led to wanting to let him back in. To forgive him for all the pain he caused her. But then, no, she couldn't. He would never be forgiven. He'd had too many chances. To forgive is also to forget and Max had done some pretty unforgivable things she could never forget. He'd lied, deceived, cheated on her and then some. Damage unfixable, heart broken so many times it was as fragile as glass. But still, she had stuck by him through it all. Love, she decided, could not be discarded so easily like ashes to the wind. And no matter how she tried, no matter the circumstance, she would always love him.
That would never change.
Max watched Liz in one of his mirrors. She was still, in his eyes, as beautiful as ever. Same hair, same eyes. He let his eyes travel lower down her body to her...yeah, nothing had changed. And he had found that in their years apart his love for her had doubled, even tripled but other things had changed too. He wasn't just Max Evans, same old. Roswell high graduate and runaway married father of one. Being a king had changed him, for better and for worse. The things he had seen would have hurt Liz too much, he couldn't have taken her to Antar with him. Love protects, conceals and makes you do some things one day you regret. And because of this, neither he nor Liz would be the same again and he knew it.
Trying to take his mind of this depressing thought, he switched on the radio.
This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right, oh now
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on
Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife, oh now
If you love me got to know for sure
'Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet, sweet lies, oh now
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
'Cos whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on?
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last, whoa-oh-ahh yeah
This years love had better last
Isabel's car:
In the other car, the atmosphere couldn't have been more different. Everyone was awake, and the discussion was stuck on Max and Liz's current 'situation'.
"Did you see the look on Max's face when Liz and the kid came out of the house?" Kyle asked. Michael frowned.
"Jesus Kyle, you gossip like a teenage girl!" He snapped. "And don't just call their son 'the kid', he does have a name." Now it was Kyle's turn to frown.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, turning in his seat so he could look at Michael.
"Nothing."
"Liar." Typical Isabel, butting in as usual. "Come on Michael, what's up?"
"Nothing, it's nothing, alright? Just drop it and get back to your little gossiping session." Isabel shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay, okay. Don't get so uptight about it!" She turned her full attention to the road once again. "Do you think Liz has changed?" She asked after a while. Kyle nodded his head.
"Yeah, of course she's changed. She isn't as, y'know' 'cheery' as she used to be." He said. "And she doesn't seem to like it when Max gets too close to her."
"Too close? How can he be 'too close' to her? They're married!"
"You know what I mean." He said impatiently. "They're not the same around each other anymore. No soulmate stares or hand holding or anything like that." Isabel and Michael nodded their heads in agreement.
"Yeah, I noticed that too."
"Do you think they'll be alright?" Kyle asked, more to himself than anyone else. Isabel's eyes darkened, but she kept them on the road.
"I don't know, but I hope so. I really do."
Not another word was uttered from that car on the subject from that point on. It was as if just talking about it brought what now seemed inevitable even closer. There was no trust anymore. And if there is no trust, there can be no love.
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ME: Alright, alright! So I 'borrowed' the last line from Moulin Rouge. I don't own that either so don't sue me! But do review, always review. For reviews equal power. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Uhh, sorry, I'm just really hyper today! Oh, and in case you're wondering, I am 100% Dreamer and my fics usually have a happy ending.
Review!