Title: Crash Part Eleven
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.
I knew that moving to Roswell would change my life.
I just didn't know how much.
I mean, I haven't even been here for a week, and everything I believed to be true in my life turned out to be lie.
And then their's me and Michael? I have no idea what the hell is happening between us.
I thought that my life was fucked up before I moved to Roswell, I don't know how much more of this I can take.
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"Michael," I whispered, feeling my heart skip a beat. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm actually not sure," Michael said.
"Well, if you're here to try and convince me that I'm one of you, you're a little too late," I said.
"What?" Michael asked, stepping towards me.
"Max was here a few minutes ago, he told me everything you guys knew," I said.
"Oh," Michael said, looking at the ground. "Do you believe us now?"
"I'm not sure what I believe anymore," I said, honestly. "Everything is just so fucked up right now."
"Tell me about it," Michael said.
"What the hell do you know about it," I demanded. "I mean, God, you've always known about this! You didn't have this thrown at you!"
"You think that makes a difference?" Michael demanded. "You at least got to live a normal teenage life! I mean, what do you think we got!? We've had to live with this for our entire life, knowing that we didn't belong here. At least you got to pretend for awhile."
"Yeah, well, my 'pretend' life wasn't all that great! You have no idea how fucked up my life really is!" I shouted.
"Please, you lived the golden life, princess. You wouldn't survive one day in my life," Michael said, turning to leave.
"That doesn't make you a better person!" I screamed.
"I never said it did," Michael said, not turning around.
"What's so horrible about your life?" I asked.
"You don't want to hear about it," Michael said.
"Yeah, I do," I whispered, and Michael turned to face me.
"My stepdad, he's a complete jackass," Michael said, sitting down in the same chair Max had sat in only minutes earlier.
"He can't be that bad," I said, forcing a smile.
"Yeah, he is," Michael said, looking away. "The only reason he adopted me was for the monthly check. We live in a God-damn trailer, he spends his days drunk and passes out every night. And the fights...," Michael trailed off.
"Michael, I'm so sorry," I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be," Michael said, jumping from the chair. "I don't need someone to feel sorry for me."
"Sometimes you need to let people in," I said, walking towards him.
"Yeah, right. This coming from you," Michael snapped.
"Fuck you, Michael," I said, stepping away from him.
"Oh, did I hurt the princess's feelings," Michael mocked.
"You should leave," I hissed.
"That's the smartest thing you've said all night," Michael said, climbing over the ledge.
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He was leaving.
That was what I wanted. I should be happy.
I mean, I went out on a limb and tried to be nice to the jackass, something I never do, and this is how he repays me?
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"God, what did I do to you?" I demanded, and Michael stopped. "I mean, you've been a jerk ever since you came here."
"Maybe I just don't give a crap about you," Michael said, coldly.
"I don't fucking believe that!" I screamed. "If you didn't give a crap about me you wouldn't be here right now!"
"I just want to make sure you accept what you really are so we can all get out of this hellhole and go home!" Michael yelled.
"Then explain the kiss?" I demanded, feeling tears burning in my eyes.
"Moment of weakness," Michael said, looking away.
"Bullshit," I said. "You can't even look me in the eye when you say that! You know that kiss meant something."
"Shut up, princess," Michael snapped. "You're starting to sound real dumb. I mean, I'm sure in your little make-believe world that kiss meant something but to me it was just another kiss."
"Just stop lying!" I screamed, refusing to let my tears fall in front of him.
"Trust me, it's better this way," Michael said. "I mean, what would Max say, right?"
"What?" I demanded.
"Oh, come one. You don't think he would be a little upset if the love of his life was with me?" Michael snapped.
"That has nothing to do with us!" I screamed.
"It has everything to do with us!" Michael said. "I have to be the man and walk away from this. You never were any good at that."
"Fine, walk away!" I snapped. Before Michael could say anything I jumped through the window and slammed it shut.
*********
Things are really fucked up.
I mean, I'm supposed to be "in love" with Max, I'm hung up over the jackass Michael, Maria hasn't spoken a word to me since Friday, as far as I can tell I blew any chance of friendship between me and the gang, and I spent my first weekend, home, alone.
Life sucks.
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"So, that'll be two eggs, three slices of toast, and a cup of coffee," I said, marking down the man's order.
"Yeah," he nodded, and I headed back to the kitchen. "I hate my life," I mumbled.
*ding
"Great, another customer," I mumbled under my breath and turned towards the door. "Maria," I whispered, seeing her standing inside the door.
"Hey Liz," she said, looking at the ground.
"Maria, I'm so sorry," I said, walking towards her.
"You don't need to apologize. I got enough of that yesterday," Maria said.
"I have a break, do you want to go talk up in my apartment?" I asked.
"No, this will only take a minute," Maria said, not meeting my eyes. "I just wanted to let you know that Michael came over yesterday."
"Oh," I whispered, feeling my heart drop.
"Between his million apologies he explained what happened," Maria said. "He told me that neither of you meant for it to happen."
"We didn't, honestly Maria," I said.
"I believe you," Maria said, and I forced a smile. "He told me that you had been upset about how Max was acting. I don't blame you for that, hanging all over you and than forgetting you the second his girlfriend shows up."
"But she was his girlfriend, if anything, she should be upset," I said.
"I guess," Maria said. "He said that the kiss was only supposed to be platonic but...but it turned into something more."
"Maria..." I started.
"Don't say anything," Maria said, finally looking into my eyes and I could see how badly she was hurting. "He said that you both felt horrible about what you had done and I believe that too."
"So, are the two of you back together," I asked, looking at the ground. The pain in her eyes was to much to bear.
"No," Maria said, painfully.
"Oh," I whispered, feeling slightly better.
"I wanted to work things out," Maria said, and I looked up at her. "I really love him. But he said that it would be best for both of us if we didn't..."
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Don't be, I mean, this is probably for the best, right?" Maria asked, more to herself than me.
"Yeah," I agreed. "I want you to know I had nothing to do with that."
"I know," Maria nodded. "I don't know if that's good or bad. I mean, if he had broken up with me for you, I would hurt a lot more than this, but at the same time, I would be able to hate you."
"You don't hate me?" I asked.
"No," Maria said.
"I guess that doesn't surprise me," I said, smiling. "I mean, you don't seem like a hating person. Now me, that's a completely different story."
"I just came here to tell you I'm not going to try and ruin things here for you," Maria said.
"God, I'm so glad you're being so understanding, I mean, you're the first real friend I've made here..." I started.
"No," Maria said, returning her gaze to the floor.
"What?" I asked, feeling dread wash over me.
"I said no," Maria repeated. "I may forgive you, I may try and fix things between you and the rest of the gang but we're not friends."
"Maria," I begged, as she turned to leave.
"No, Liz," she said, firmly. "I can't be your friend, I'm sorry." she said, and walked out the door.
"Um, miss? Where's my coffee?" the man who's order I had taken asked.
"Go get your own fucking coffee," I snapped and stormed off.
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I had just lost my only real friend here.
And all because I was a bitch and a slut and a horrible person.