Title: Crash
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
E-mail:
Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary:
AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, I have no money so
there's no point suing.
Distribution: If you want to put this on your site
then just send me a e-mail with the link
Feedback: Listening to the voices
in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my
first attempt at writing a Roswell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
Prolog
Nobody's a virgin 'cause the world screws us all.
I read that somewhere. Maybe it was on a bathroom stall at some rest stop or one of those profiles you get off the internet, you know, where the people put useless facts about themselves like their hobbies and interests.
Like someone out there actually cares.
But it's not that important. The only reason I mentioned it was to break the ice, find common ground. We all get fucked, there's no way around it.
You may think your life is going perfectly, you have everything planned out and nothing can go wrong. That's when it hits you. This force that throws your life into a tailspin and you lose control of everything you had been holding onto.
Take me for example, Liz Parker. I had the perfect life, at least that's what I thought.
I grew up in New York City, my parents were well off so I attended a nice rich high school with my best friend Tammy and loving boyfriend Sam. I was popular, not enough to be consider the queen slut or anything but I had enough power to get people to do what I wanted. Yep, I was your typical spoiled bitch.
I had my future planned out. Once I graduated from high school Tammy and I were going to open one of those trendy coffee shops and Sam and I were going to get married.
At least until the last month of our junior year, when he dumped me because I wouldn't put out. But like I said earlier, I was a spoiled bitch who was used to getting what she wanted and I wanted Sam. I was sure I could get him back.
Denial is a very powerful thing.
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"So he called you last night," Tammy asked, as she re-applied her eyeliner.
"Not exactly," I said, leaning against the bathroom stall.
"What do you mean?" she said, catching my look in the mirror.
"Well, I called him," I said. "But we talked for like two hours. I really think things are going to work out between us."
"He broke up with you, Liz," Tammy rudely pointed out. "Accept reality. It's over between the two of you."
"God, can you be a bigger bitch!" I shot at her. "And he didn't break up with me. We're separated."
"Liz, you can't be separated, that's what married people do," she pointed out. "And anyways, separation is the same thing as a divorce. It's just doesn't have lawsuits and shit."
"He said he needed space, time to think," I defended.
"And when Tim broke up with me he said that he needed time to a grow as a person and that he just needed some time to himself," Tammy said, putting her eyeliner into her purse. "And you know how that turned out."
"Sam's different," I said.
"All men are the same," she replied.
*Ring*
"Come on, we're going to be late for class and I don't feel like afternoon detention," I said, walking towards the door.
Tammy raced after me as I walked out the door. I had only taken three steps before my body locked. Tammy, not paying attention as usual, crashed into me.
"What the hell?" Tammy said. I paid no attention to Tammy, my eyes where locked on one thing. Sam, my Sam, all over Lisa McFields, the biggest slut in the entire school. And I say that in the nicest way, honestly.
*********
I should have listened to Tammy, she was right about men. She was always right, I was just to thickheaded to ever listen.
So I catch the so-called "love of my life" groping the school slut and I spent the next hour crying in the bathroom, feeling bad for myself. Pathetic
The day couldn't possibly get worse, right.
*********
"I told you all men are jerks," Tammy whispered in second hour English.
"Yeah," Tammy said. "Can you believe he's going with Lisa now, I mean, does he even know where's she's been?"
"I've heard he's been sleeping with her for weeks," she said.
*********
And another pathetic trip to the ladies room to cry about my cheating, jackass of a ex.
*********
"It'll be all right, Liz. Sam was a jerk anyway," Tammy said, as she pulled in front of my apartment building.
"I guess you're right, I mean, what else could go wrong?" I replied.
*********
Famous last words.
*********
I stormed into our apartment, almost knocking over the small table next to the door,
"I hate all men!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Needless to say I had alot of pent up anger and I needed a way to release it that would not involve a court case and body bag.
If I hadn't been so upset I would have probably noticed something was wrong, both my parents were sitting in our small living waiting for me, something they have never done.
But I was ready to lock myself in my room, blare some "all men are scum" cd's left over from my last breakup and write down about a million reasons why Lisa is a life-sucking bitch.
"Honey," My mother said snapping me back to the reality where it was illegal to do any bodily harm to Lisa. "We need to talk."
"You're not getting a divorce, are you?" I asked, finally noticing the weird situation I had walked into.
"No, of course not," My father said, shocked at my question.
"That's good, because I have had the worst possible dry," I said falling onto the couch.
"Well, we have a surprise for you," My mother said smiling.
"What?" I asked, maybe today wouldn't be that bad afterwards.
"We're moving!" My mother cried.
"What? You mean to a bigger apartment or something?" I asked fearfully.
"No, dear. We're moving to Roswell, New Mexico!" My father cried.
It was official, this was the worse day of my entire life.