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 know this is the part were I do my whole little introduction thing. Give you a little clue about what's to come.
But you know what? It's not going to happen this time.
I have so much shit to deal with right now I don't think I can handle it.
I mean, God, Michael and I kissed again and it was beyond amazing. And the strange thing is I don't even know why we kissed. It was like we were just overtaken by emotions.
It probably had something to do with the whole alien thing. It's already screwed my life up, what's one more thing to add to the list.
But if it did have to do with the alien thing shouldn't I be with Max? I mean, I was supposed to be in love and engaged to Max yet all my attention seems to have drifted to Michael.
Why is this so fucked up? Why am I feeling this way for the wrong man?
**
"Oh my God," I whispered, as I finally pulled my lips away from Michaels.
"That was...," Michael started, his breath heavy.
"Intense," I finished, and he nodded.
"We shouldn't have done that," Michael said, breaking his eyes away from mine.
"I know, it was wrong," I agreed. "But you know what?"
"What?" Michael asked, looking up at me.
"I like to be bad," I said, with a half smile before pressing my lips against his again.
**
You think I would learn. I mean, last time I returned one of Michael's kisses it ended with one of those weird flashes.
And, what a surprise, look what happens next.
**
"So, how do I look?" I asked, as I twirled around in front of a long mirror.
"You look beautiful," a sixteen year old Isabel said, sitting across the room.
"You really think so? I mean, does my hair look all right?" I asked, staring at my reflection.
"How many times do I have to tell, everything looks fine," she smiled. "Now, will you tell me why you are all dressed up?"
"Well, you know Max's birthday is next weekend and I want to make sure he likes my outfit. I mean, I will be sitting with him at the table and all," I said, feeling my face turn red.
"Unless of course, Tess happens to join the two of you," Isabelle said.
"I told you not to say her name!" I yelled, and Isabelle looked at me shocked.
"Sorry," she said.
"No, I'm sorry. It's just I want everything to be perfect. And after he sees me in this outfit, Tess will be out of the picture," I said, sure of myself.
"You're lucky to love your fiancee," Isabel said. "Even if he doesn't love you back."
"He will, I have faith one day he will realize just how beautiful and perfect the two of us will be together," I said, rubbing red gel over my lips. "And besides, your future husband isn't so bad either."
"You're just saying that because he's your best friend," Isabel pointed out, jealously lingering on her voice.
"You know, you should try not to let jealously show. Emotions are so unflattering," I pointed out.
"Coming from stalker girl!" Isabel laughed.
"Well, I'm off. Wish me luck," I smiled, as I ran out the door. Max was probably down on the beach, he loved it there. I couldn't blame him, the wind, the waves, the sand. It was like your own personal heaven.
I rounded a corner to his favorite spot. I had found him here a lot lately. I stopped when the image in front of me began to unfolded. Max was laughing, his arms wrapped around her tiny little waist, his lips pressing down on hers.
"No," I whispered, as softly as I could. I wouldn't let him see me this way. I turned and ran. "Michael," I whispered. "I have to talk to him."
I crashed into his room several minutes later, tears streaming down my face.
"Liz, what's the matter?" he asked, as he placed the book he had been reading down onto the dresser.
"I hate him!" I screamed.
"Liz," Michael repeated, and I fell into his arms on the bed.
"He was with her, that slut Tess," I cried.
"You knew he was seeing her," Michael pointed out. "The entire castle knows that."
"But I never saw him with her. Until then it was just words, nothing important. Now it's...," I started, but my tears prevented me from finishing.
"Real?" Michael suggested and I nodded.
"I hate him," I whispered.
"He doesn't deserve you," Michael said. I looked up into his eyes. I could always count on Michael. He was always there when I needed him, he would never let me down like Max had.
"Thanks," I whispered.
"For what?" He asked.
"Everything," I said, pressing my lips against his.
**
And the plot thickens
**
"Shit," I whispered, breaking away from Michael.
"You saw it to?" Michael asked.
"Obviously. God, can we have at least one kiss were we're not zapped back to never never land?!" I demanded.
"Liz, we really need to talk about this," Michael said.
"Now?" I whined.
"Yeah," Michael nodded.
"What first? The flash or the sudden rush of emotions," I asked, running his fingers though his hair.
"I think the two of them tied together. Both have to do with our past lives," Michael said.
"You know, not everything can be blamed on our alien blood," I pointed out.
"Those emotions...," Michael mumbled.
"Were real," I said, sternly, scared he was going to blame them on nothing more than some alien trigger to play the flashes. I didn't want Michael to ruin this moment for me. I had so few good memories. Although I had a sneaking feeling this would turn out bad.
"But where did they come from? Those emotions were of two people in love, we barley know each other" Michael pointed out.
"If they were from our previous life's shouldn't I be feeling this way towards Max?" I asked. Michael tensed slightly and looked away from me. "Michael, are you hiding something?" I demanded, memories of Max kissing that girl on the beach replaying in my mind.
"No," Michael answered, to fast.
"God, this figures!" I said, pushing Michael away from me. "I mean, I finally find someone that I actually believe I can connect to and I find out he's lying to me! I know that Max and I didn't have a good relationship! I saw what happened between him and that bitch in the flash!"
"I'm not lying to you. I have no idea what you're talking about," Michael said, trying to pull me back into his arms.
"You're hiding something. Michael, I know Max didn't love me the way he said he did," I said, coldly, pushing at him.
"Your relationship with Max wasn't exactly black and white," Michael said, fast and silence followed.
"What do you mean?," I asked, bitterness filling me.
"You both did love each other," Michael said. "Just at different times."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Well, we don't know that much...," Michael started.
"Will you guys please stop saying that! I mean, I'm not stupid. You don't have to tell me the same thing a million times!" I yelled.
"Sorry," Michael said, trying not to smile. "Anyway, when you first came to the castle and meet Max you fell in love with him. He was everything to you. I mean, you would have done anything to make him feel the same way for you."
"But he didn't?" I asked, confused.
"Not then. Max liked you and all but he liked other girls to. Especially this one blond girl. Her name was Tess and she lived in the castle,"
"The bitch from the flash, the one I saw him with at the beach," I added, and Michael nodded.
"Well, something happened around that time and your feelings for him died away," Michael explained.
"You mean, I got a brain?" I suggested.
"More or less," Michael said, with a half smile. "But it was around this time that Max fell for you."
"But it was to late," I added.
"Yeah, so when he remembered how badly he treated you he wanted a chance to make up all those years. He wanted the two of you to have a normal relationship," Michael explained.
"Do you think my falling out of love with him had anything to do with what I'm feeling for you?" I asked, slowly, almost afraid of the answer.
"I think that's exactly what happened." Michael answered.
**
Ok, this does not help me get past the whole self-loathing thing!
My supposed true love turned out to be bullshit like the rest of my life and my so-called best friend Michael may have actually been my lover.
I'm afraid to find out how Isabel plays out in the this.