A/N: First off, I didn't put all the other info up there b/c if you're
reading this chapter, chances are you've read the 8 preceding it, most of
which have that info. One of my friends informed me that a) the last
chapter was too sappy and all I have to say to that is tough luck, and b)
that she'd kill me if I followed through with one of my ideas. Sorry
Lizzy, but I'm going with this one. it has potential. Ummm, I'm not sure
what else to say except thanks for the reviews. Okay, on with the story!
The Smell of Sweet Perfume
Liz rushed around the apartment trying to get everyone ready to go. Kit had spilled milk all over herself a few minutes prior and had to change clothes. Max was STILL in the shower after half an hour. 'I swear, sometimes he takes longer in there than I do,' Liz mumbled to under her breath while digging through a drawer for a clean shirt for Kit. Finally she heard the shower go off and found a decent shirt. "Max, hurry and get ready! We have to drop Kit off and our reservations are at 6:30. It's 6:15 now!" Liz informed him while trying to actually keep the hyper child still long enough to get aforementioned shirt on her. That task completed, she ushered her into the hall and instructed her to sit on the couch and watch cartoons until she came back out. Then she ducked into what had become her and Max's room.
"Max?" she questioned when she didn't see him. Suddenly, she felt two hands cover her eyes. "Jake, you really need to hurry and leave before Max sees you," she said, remaining perfectly serious. The hands dropped from her eyes and turned her around. As she suspected, it was Max, hair still wet from the shower. Before she could get a word out, he kissed her softly. "Mmmmmm," she whimpered when he pulled away. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked him in the eye. "More Max kisses. NOW," she said before pulling him in for more. Unwillingly Max pulled away.
"We're going to be late if you keep that up," he whispered.
"I don't care," she stated matter-of-factly.
"A few minutes ago you were yelling at me to get moving and now you don't care? I find this hard to believe."
"Yea, well you're a damn good kisser and you'd have to be an idiot not to want more of you," she replied.
"You can have more after dinner," he told her.
Her eyes widened and she gave him a puppy dog face. "That long?"
"If you're a good girl and let me get ready maybe before then, but otherwise, not until after dinner," he said, biting back a laugh.
"Fine," she said, faking anger, and stalked back to join Kit on the couch.
~~
After thoroughly enjoying dinner, they headed to the desert. Finding a secluded spot they parked the car. After sitting in silence for a while, Liz reached into her bag and produced a CD (A/N: yes, another CD, deal with it) and placed into the player. Finding the song she wants, she jumps out of the jeep and goes around to his side. "Care to dance?" she asked, hand outstretched towards him. He takes her hand and pulls her to him.
"I'd be a fool not to want to," he replied. She smiled and savored the feeling the feeling of his body pressed against hers, knowing she could only enjoy this feeling for a little while longer.
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And now I wish that I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, I know its your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever, baby
And I wish you didn't go,
I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands
It couldn't be any harder
The words hit home with Max and he suddenly had an idea of what she had felt when he left. He was about to tell her how sorry he was to have had to leave her, but she placed a finger on his lips. "Not now, it can wait," she whispered, barely audible. The next song was slightly faster and more upbeat, but they didn't change anything about their dancing, only held the other closer. After going through several songs like that, Max said, "Okay, now it's my turn to pick the song." With that he used his powers to change the song. As the first few notes escaped into the night air, they pulled each other as close as possible and listened.
If I give up on you I give up on me
If we fight what's true
Will we ever be
Even God himself and the faith I knew
Shouldn't hold me back
Shouldn't keep me from you
Tease me
By holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as I am
And live our lives
Stigmatized
I can feel the blood rushing though my veins
When I hear your voice
Driving me insane
Hour after hour day after day
Every lonely night that I sit and pray
Tease me
By holding out your hand
Then leave me
Or take me as I am
And live our lives
Stigmatized
We live our lives on different sides
But we keep together you and I
Just live our lives
Stigmatized
We'll live our lives
We'll take the punches everyday
We'll live our lives I know we're gonna find our way
I believe in you
Even if no one understands
I believe in you
And I don't really give a damn
If we're stigmatized
We live our lives on different sides
But we keep together you and I
We live our lives on different sides
We gotta live our lives
Gotta live our lives
Were gonna live our lives
We're gonna live our lives
Gonna live our lives
Stigmatized
A/N: Okay, I'm not gonna write anymore on this chapter b/c I'm too lazy and have writer's block. I'll try to get more up by the end of the week. Oh yea, the songs are by The Calling.
The Smell of Sweet Perfume
Liz rushed around the apartment trying to get everyone ready to go. Kit had spilled milk all over herself a few minutes prior and had to change clothes. Max was STILL in the shower after half an hour. 'I swear, sometimes he takes longer in there than I do,' Liz mumbled to under her breath while digging through a drawer for a clean shirt for Kit. Finally she heard the shower go off and found a decent shirt. "Max, hurry and get ready! We have to drop Kit off and our reservations are at 6:30. It's 6:15 now!" Liz informed him while trying to actually keep the hyper child still long enough to get aforementioned shirt on her. That task completed, she ushered her into the hall and instructed her to sit on the couch and watch cartoons until she came back out. Then she ducked into what had become her and Max's room.
"Max?" she questioned when she didn't see him. Suddenly, she felt two hands cover her eyes. "Jake, you really need to hurry and leave before Max sees you," she said, remaining perfectly serious. The hands dropped from her eyes and turned her around. As she suspected, it was Max, hair still wet from the shower. Before she could get a word out, he kissed her softly. "Mmmmmm," she whimpered when he pulled away. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked him in the eye. "More Max kisses. NOW," she said before pulling him in for more. Unwillingly Max pulled away.
"We're going to be late if you keep that up," he whispered.
"I don't care," she stated matter-of-factly.
"A few minutes ago you were yelling at me to get moving and now you don't care? I find this hard to believe."
"Yea, well you're a damn good kisser and you'd have to be an idiot not to want more of you," she replied.
"You can have more after dinner," he told her.
Her eyes widened and she gave him a puppy dog face. "That long?"
"If you're a good girl and let me get ready maybe before then, but otherwise, not until after dinner," he said, biting back a laugh.
"Fine," she said, faking anger, and stalked back to join Kit on the couch.
~~
After thoroughly enjoying dinner, they headed to the desert. Finding a secluded spot they parked the car. After sitting in silence for a while, Liz reached into her bag and produced a CD (A/N: yes, another CD, deal with it) and placed into the player. Finding the song she wants, she jumps out of the jeep and goes around to his side. "Care to dance?" she asked, hand outstretched towards him. He takes her hand and pulls her to him.
"I'd be a fool not to want to," he replied. She smiled and savored the feeling the feeling of his body pressed against hers, knowing she could only enjoy this feeling for a little while longer.
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And now I wish that I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, I know its your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever, baby
And I wish you didn't go,
I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands
It couldn't be any harder
The words hit home with Max and he suddenly had an idea of what she had felt when he left. He was about to tell her how sorry he was to have had to leave her, but she placed a finger on his lips. "Not now, it can wait," she whispered, barely audible. The next song was slightly faster and more upbeat, but they didn't change anything about their dancing, only held the other closer. After going through several songs like that, Max said, "Okay, now it's my turn to pick the song." With that he used his powers to change the song. As the first few notes escaped into the night air, they pulled each other as close as possible and listened.
If I give up on you I give up on me
If we fight what's true
Will we ever be
Even God himself and the faith I knew
Shouldn't hold me back
Shouldn't keep me from you
Tease me
By holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as I am
And live our lives
Stigmatized
I can feel the blood rushing though my veins
When I hear your voice
Driving me insane
Hour after hour day after day
Every lonely night that I sit and pray
Tease me
By holding out your hand
Then leave me
Or take me as I am
And live our lives
Stigmatized
We live our lives on different sides
But we keep together you and I
Just live our lives
Stigmatized
We'll live our lives
We'll take the punches everyday
We'll live our lives I know we're gonna find our way
I believe in you
Even if no one understands
I believe in you
And I don't really give a damn
If we're stigmatized
We live our lives on different sides
But we keep together you and I
We live our lives on different sides
We gotta live our lives
Gotta live our lives
Were gonna live our lives
We're gonna live our lives
Gonna live our lives
Stigmatized
A/N: Okay, I'm not gonna write anymore on this chapter b/c I'm too lazy and have writer's block. I'll try to get more up by the end of the week. Oh yea, the songs are by The Calling.