Title: Crash Part Eight
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
Email: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary: AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosewell, I have no money so there's no point suing.
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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 Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
Michael kissed me.
God damnit, I should have pushed him away and yelled that he was slime and how could he do this to Maria...
Oh God, Maria! I don't even want to think about her right now. I wasn't even in town for a week and I was making out with her boyfriend.
No, he kissed me!
And I let him.
This isn't me! I'm not like this! Damnit, I know I said that a guy having a girlfriend never stopped me before but I meant breaking them up, not this!
I should have just walked away from this.
But I didn't.
*********
"Michael," I whispered, as Michael pulled his lips from mine. He pressed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes. I relaxed in his arms and listened to him breath for several minutes, like this was something we had done a million times before.
I knew this was stupid, the gang was only a few feet away from us. If any of them walked in, it wouldn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what was going on, but at that moment I didn't care.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have..."
I pressed my lips against his before he could go on. I didn't want to hear this, not now.
*********
That's when it happened, the single event that would forever affect my entire life.
One moment, one memory, one flash.
It's hard to explain exactly what the flash was, you really have to live one to understand it, but I'll try my best.
It's like you blink and you're in another world. You know that it can't be real but it feels that way, like your reliving a memory from long ago. You can feel and see but you don't control the body you're in.
And in my case, it was still my own body, at least the one I had when I was 13 years old.
*********
"Come along," an old woman demanded, roughly grabbing my arm and pulling me down a long hallway.
"No, I want to go home! I want my parents!" I screamed, anger and pain washing over me.
"You are home," the woman said, not looking back at me.
"I don't want to live in this stupid palace! I want to go home!" I screamed. "I won't stay here!"
"You do not have a choice," the woman said, spinning around to face me. "You are one of the four, you have been since birth. Now shut up and come along."
"No!" I screamed. I just wanted to go home and get away from this horrible, cold place. "Let go!" I screamed, and the old woman was thrown across the hall and crashed into the stone wall.
I didn't wait to see if she was all right. All I wanted was to go home, to my own house and my family. I couldn't see anything good about this place, it was cold and empty and alone.
"You are one of the four, you have been since birth," echoed over and over again in my head, each time louder than the time before. I didn't want to be one of them, I wanted to be me, I wanted to be normal! Was that to much to ask?!
*Crash*
I ran around the corner and smashed into someone. With a cry of pain, I tumbled to the ground and silently prayed that it wasn't a guard. Why wouldn't they let me leave this horrible place?
"Ow," I heard from behind me. With a sigh I turned to face my victim. Instead of the guard I expected, I was met with by a young boy leaning against the wall. He was looking down and rubbing his head.
"Watch were you're...," he started, obviously pissed off. He looked up and our eyes met. "...going," he finished, softly.
"Sorry," I said. His eyes, they were amazing. Calm washed over me and I smiled.
**********
I jumped away from Michael's embrace as I returned to reality.
"What the fuck was that?!" I demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, looking away.
"You're telling me you didn't see that?" I cried.
"I didn't see anything," he mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Look me in the eye when you say that," I said, and Michael raised his head to look at me. Our eyes locked and I stepped back. His eyes were the same as the boys from the flash. "It was you."
"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about," he said, backing away.
"Don't lie to me Michael!" I yelled.
"Is everything ok?" Maria asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Maria," I whispered, guilt washing over me.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Michael lied.
"Ok," Maria said, obviously not quite believing him. "Anyway, we finally decided on what we're doing tonight. We're all going meet up at Max's house, seeing how his parents are out of town for the weekend. We'll work on our costumes and watch movies."
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
"Well, our shifts over so I'm going to head home and change," Maria said, punching out. "See you at Max's?"
"Yeah," I mumbled, looking at the ground.
"You sure everything is ok?" Maria asked, stopping on her way out of the kitchen.
"Everything's fine," Michael said.
"Ok," Maria said, more to herself than to me and Michael.
"What did you do to me?" I demanded, and Michael began to move away from me.
"I didn't do anything," he defended.
"Why did I see that? I mean that was me, when I was 13. In that horrible palace and that mean old bitch and her horrible voice over and over again in my head. ''You are one of the four, you have been since birth'" I said, and Michael froze. He spun around quickly and grabbed my arm.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, as he dragged up the stairs into my apartment.
"What old woman?" he asked, after he shut the door behind him.
"The old woman from the flash, the one that wouldn't let me leave the palace," I said.
"You had a different flash," Michael mumbled.
"So you admit it," I cried. "I knew it."
"Shut up, Liz. This is important," he said. "What exactly happened in your flash?"
"I was in some palace. It was horrible, cold and empty. There was this bitchy lady who said something about me being one of the four. I screamed for her to let me go and she was thrown across the room. I ran into you while I was trying to get away," I said. "Isn't that what you saw?"
"No, I mean. The end, with you crashing into me was the same but...," Michael mumbled to himself.
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Don't ask me what's going on, I'm as clueless as the next person to what was going on in my own life.
*********
"This is all your fault," I said.
"What?" Michael demanded.
"I said this is all your fault. If you had never kissed me none of this would have ever happened!" I yelled.
"What about the second kiss, that was your doing," Michael argued.
"Oh my God," a voice whimpered and I spun to around.
"Maria," I whispered, seeing her standing in the doorway, close to tears.
*******
You don't have to say it, I'm a slut, a bitch and a lousy friend and I deserve everything I get.
I know.