A/N: I am SO sorry it has taken me this long to write another chapter! I
was incredibly busy this summer and school has been a nightmare so far.
You can thank a three-day weekend for this chapter, at least part of it
anyway. Just so you know, I don't really know where this is going, it's
going to go wherever this chapter and the next one and the next one and so
on take it until it's done. Unless you have an amazing memory and can
remember all that happened in the last chapter, you might want to re-read
it. Ok, on with the story. Enjoy!
Tempers and Tears
Once Liz had clamed down and her tears had ceased flowing, they went in search of Kit. They searched the playground before finding her in a tree beside the slides. "Come on, Kit! We have to go," Liz called. Being a typical four-year-old child, she bluntly refused by shaking her head. Liz didn't have any patience for her childish antics at the moment. "Kit, get down here now!" she ordered. Kit, having never seen Liz like this before reached out for Max from her spot on a limb. He picked her up easily and she buried her head in his shoulder. Giving Liz a pointed look he headed towards the car. Liz followed several paces behind, ashamed at letting her frustrations get the better of her. By the time she got to the car, Max was just getting in. Getting in, she couldn't meet his eyes, instead she found out how very interesting the floor of the car was. He placed his hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. When she still looked away, he gently asked her to look at him. She brought her gaze up slowly until her eyes met his. In the depths of his dark eyes, she saw understanding. He wasn't mad or ashamed, merely worried about and for her. Managing a small smile, she looked away, feeling only slightly better. Looking through the CD's, she found the one she was looking for and put it in the player. After advancing through several songs she found the one she was looking for and signaled to Max she was ready to go. They sat there in silence, all listening to the song and thinking.
I cannot help it Couldn't stop it if I tried The same old heartache fills the Emptiness I have inside And I've heard that you can't fight love So I won't complain Cause why would I stop the fire that Keeps me going on
Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you
Turn out the light no To see is to believe I just want you near me I just want you here with me And I'd give everything only for you It's the least that I could do
Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you
And I feel you holding me
Why are we afraid to be in love To be loved I can't explain it I know it's tough to be loved
And I feel you holding me
Oh, oh And when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love Yes, I'd rather be in love Oh, I'd rather be in love with you
And I feel you holding me, oh -Michelle Branch "I'd Rather Be In Love"
By the time the song was over, they were home. Liz snatched the CD from its player and headed inside. She put the CD into the boom box and turned it up nearly all the way. Lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling, she started thinking about what she had to do. Soon Kit was standing at the door. "Come on in," Liz said. She patted the bed beside her and Kit ran over and climbed up onto the bed. "I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier," Liz apologized. "It's okay," said Kit amicably. After a pause, she asked, "Liz? Why do you always listen to this CD?" Liz sighed. "It reminds me of Max." In her four-year-old mind, this didn't quite make sense. "Oh." Another pause. "Liz?" "Yes." "Why does it remind you of Max?" Kit questioned. "A long time ago, before I went to Florida and found you, Max and I spent a lot of time together," Liz explained, trying to phrase it so Kit would understand. "Then, one day he had to leave for somewhere far away." At this point, tears were starting to form in her eyes. "I didn't want him to go, but he had to for his," she hesitated. "For his family. It made me very sad when he left, so I ran away. That's when I came and found you. And somewhere along the line, I picked up this CD after one of my friends told me it was good. These songs reminded me of Max and myself so by listening to it, it made me feel closer to him." Now the tears that had been forming in her eyes fell freely and made their way down her face to the bed. "And feeling closer to him was something I had to do to stay happy." "Oh," Kit replied simply. During her narrative of what had happened, Max had come to the room to tell Liz to turn the volume down as not to disturb the neighbors, but when he heard her explaining this to Kit, he had frozen at the door. Liz started talking again. "Do you remember how at night I'd go sit outside and listen to that one song?" she asked. Kit nodded. "That song made me feel closest to him because it fit perfectly with the situation. It made it not hurt so badly." Tears streamed down her face and she closed her eyes, trying to regain composure. Unable to stand it anymore, Max entered to room and joined them on the bed, wrapping both girls in a massive bear hug. He placed kisses on their heads and told Kit to go set up a board game of her choice and that he would be there in a few minutes. She jumped off the bed leaving Max and Liz alone. Max whispered words of comfort in her ear, only serving to make her cry harder and pull herself closer to him. Soon her heart wrenching sobs ceased and she allowed him to hold her close, offering himself as comfort. After another moment of this, Max pulled away slightly. He examined her face with eyes and hands before bringing his face down inches from hers. "I love you, Liz Parker, and nothing can ever change that," he whispered before kissing her. Hearing these words brought a fresh batch of tears to her eyes, but she refused to allow them to flow, focusing all her energy on pouring all her love for him into their kiss. When they finally pulled away, she looked him in the eyes. "I love you, Max Evans, and don't you forget it," she whispered into his ear. Moments later when Max went in to play a game with Kit, Liz picked up the phone and called Maria. After ringing several times, Maria answered breathlessly. "Hello?" "Hey, Maria." "Oh, hey Liz." "Is Michael over there by any chance?" "Yea, why?" "Would you tell him to leave you alone long enough so that we can talk for a minute?" Liz said, trying not to laugh. "Uh, yea, hang on," Maria said, turning crimson. Muffled sounds came from her end of the line, only serving to make Liz lose control and laugh. "Okay. Now, what's this you want to talk about?" Calming down Liz replied, "I was wondering if you could watch Kit tonight. Max has been great in the past few days and I wanted to show him how much I appreciate it." "No problem, chica," Maria answered. "She can even spend the night if she wants to." "Sounds great. Thanks a million, Maria." "No biggie." "Bye." "Bye." Liz hung up the phone feeling much better. She had the whole night alone with Max. Her mind was already turning and planning things to make the night special.
A/N: Okay, there you are. A new chapter. I have so many ideas about where I could go from here, but I'm not sure which direction I'll take. Reviews will most likely make me work faster. Once again, I'm soooo sorry I waited this long to write more!!
Tempers and Tears
Once Liz had clamed down and her tears had ceased flowing, they went in search of Kit. They searched the playground before finding her in a tree beside the slides. "Come on, Kit! We have to go," Liz called. Being a typical four-year-old child, she bluntly refused by shaking her head. Liz didn't have any patience for her childish antics at the moment. "Kit, get down here now!" she ordered. Kit, having never seen Liz like this before reached out for Max from her spot on a limb. He picked her up easily and she buried her head in his shoulder. Giving Liz a pointed look he headed towards the car. Liz followed several paces behind, ashamed at letting her frustrations get the better of her. By the time she got to the car, Max was just getting in. Getting in, she couldn't meet his eyes, instead she found out how very interesting the floor of the car was. He placed his hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. When she still looked away, he gently asked her to look at him. She brought her gaze up slowly until her eyes met his. In the depths of his dark eyes, she saw understanding. He wasn't mad or ashamed, merely worried about and for her. Managing a small smile, she looked away, feeling only slightly better. Looking through the CD's, she found the one she was looking for and put it in the player. After advancing through several songs she found the one she was looking for and signaled to Max she was ready to go. They sat there in silence, all listening to the song and thinking.
I cannot help it Couldn't stop it if I tried The same old heartache fills the Emptiness I have inside And I've heard that you can't fight love So I won't complain Cause why would I stop the fire that Keeps me going on
Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you
Turn out the light no To see is to believe I just want you near me I just want you here with me And I'd give everything only for you It's the least that I could do
Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you
And I feel you holding me
Why are we afraid to be in love To be loved I can't explain it I know it's tough to be loved
And I feel you holding me
Oh, oh And when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love Yes, I'd rather be in love Oh, I'd rather be in love with you
And I feel you holding me, oh -Michelle Branch "I'd Rather Be In Love"
By the time the song was over, they were home. Liz snatched the CD from its player and headed inside. She put the CD into the boom box and turned it up nearly all the way. Lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling, she started thinking about what she had to do. Soon Kit was standing at the door. "Come on in," Liz said. She patted the bed beside her and Kit ran over and climbed up onto the bed. "I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier," Liz apologized. "It's okay," said Kit amicably. After a pause, she asked, "Liz? Why do you always listen to this CD?" Liz sighed. "It reminds me of Max." In her four-year-old mind, this didn't quite make sense. "Oh." Another pause. "Liz?" "Yes." "Why does it remind you of Max?" Kit questioned. "A long time ago, before I went to Florida and found you, Max and I spent a lot of time together," Liz explained, trying to phrase it so Kit would understand. "Then, one day he had to leave for somewhere far away." At this point, tears were starting to form in her eyes. "I didn't want him to go, but he had to for his," she hesitated. "For his family. It made me very sad when he left, so I ran away. That's when I came and found you. And somewhere along the line, I picked up this CD after one of my friends told me it was good. These songs reminded me of Max and myself so by listening to it, it made me feel closer to him." Now the tears that had been forming in her eyes fell freely and made their way down her face to the bed. "And feeling closer to him was something I had to do to stay happy." "Oh," Kit replied simply. During her narrative of what had happened, Max had come to the room to tell Liz to turn the volume down as not to disturb the neighbors, but when he heard her explaining this to Kit, he had frozen at the door. Liz started talking again. "Do you remember how at night I'd go sit outside and listen to that one song?" she asked. Kit nodded. "That song made me feel closest to him because it fit perfectly with the situation. It made it not hurt so badly." Tears streamed down her face and she closed her eyes, trying to regain composure. Unable to stand it anymore, Max entered to room and joined them on the bed, wrapping both girls in a massive bear hug. He placed kisses on their heads and told Kit to go set up a board game of her choice and that he would be there in a few minutes. She jumped off the bed leaving Max and Liz alone. Max whispered words of comfort in her ear, only serving to make her cry harder and pull herself closer to him. Soon her heart wrenching sobs ceased and she allowed him to hold her close, offering himself as comfort. After another moment of this, Max pulled away slightly. He examined her face with eyes and hands before bringing his face down inches from hers. "I love you, Liz Parker, and nothing can ever change that," he whispered before kissing her. Hearing these words brought a fresh batch of tears to her eyes, but she refused to allow them to flow, focusing all her energy on pouring all her love for him into their kiss. When they finally pulled away, she looked him in the eyes. "I love you, Max Evans, and don't you forget it," she whispered into his ear. Moments later when Max went in to play a game with Kit, Liz picked up the phone and called Maria. After ringing several times, Maria answered breathlessly. "Hello?" "Hey, Maria." "Oh, hey Liz." "Is Michael over there by any chance?" "Yea, why?" "Would you tell him to leave you alone long enough so that we can talk for a minute?" Liz said, trying not to laugh. "Uh, yea, hang on," Maria said, turning crimson. Muffled sounds came from her end of the line, only serving to make Liz lose control and laugh. "Okay. Now, what's this you want to talk about?" Calming down Liz replied, "I was wondering if you could watch Kit tonight. Max has been great in the past few days and I wanted to show him how much I appreciate it." "No problem, chica," Maria answered. "She can even spend the night if she wants to." "Sounds great. Thanks a million, Maria." "No biggie." "Bye." "Bye." Liz hung up the phone feeling much better. She had the whole night alone with Max. Her mind was already turning and planning things to make the night special.
A/N: Okay, there you are. A new chapter. I have so many ideas about where I could go from here, but I'm not sure which direction I'll take. Reviews will most likely make me work faster. Once again, I'm soooo sorry I waited this long to write more!!