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Title: Crash Part 15
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.
Distrubtion: If you want to put this on your site then just send me a email 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 Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
So Max broke my heart back on whatever planet we're from.

And Michael had been there to pick up the pieces.

And I don't know how I'm feeling.

I had told Maria that I wouldn't date Michael.

But I love him.

So, for the first time in years, I made a decision with my heart.

And Michael won.

I'm just praying I made the right decision.

**

"Do you want me to tell them?" Michael asked, as he handed me two trays with hamburgers and fries on them.

It was the morning after the peanut buttercup ice-cream kiss, and Michael and I had decided that as much as it hurt Maria, we wanted to be together and weren't going to hide it.

"No, I can tell them," I said, forcing myself to smile. This was the part of the decision I dreaded. I didn't know how Max or Isabel were going to react to this news. Isabel was already angry at me for what I did to Maria and I don't blame her. But I doubted it would make her any more furious. Now Max, that was a different story.

"Here you go," I said, sitting their plates in front of them.

"When do you go on break?" Max asked me, and pain flashed through my heart.

"In a few minutes," I answered, forcing myself to breath.

"Meet me outside the Crashdown, ok?" Max asked, and Isabel snorted. Max flashed a angry look at her but it didn't seem to faze her much.

"Actually, I need to talk to both of you," I said, and I felt Michael's eyes on my back giving me strength.

"About what?" Isabel said, coldly.

"I'll explain everything," I said, walking away. I had a sinking feeling winning over Isabel was going to be a harder job than I thought.

"You tell them?" Michael asked, as I slipped into the kitchen again.

"No," I said, as we slipped into the back, away from Max and Isabel's eyes.

"Then what took so long?" Michael asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I told them that we needed to talk and I would meet them on my break. I'll tell them then," I said.

"I'm taking my break then to," Michael said, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Michael, I told you I would tell them," I said, as his kisses trailed down my face sending shivers through my body.

"I know, but I want to be there, to give you support," he said, planting a kiss on my lips.

"You already are," I said, pulling away from his lips only long enough to mumble the words and wrap my arms around his neck. His kisses are amazing and if it was up to me I would never let his lips leave mine. But he finally pulls away from me.

"We should get back to work," Michael said, before giving me one last kiss. We slipped back into the kitchen as Kyle and Alex walked through the door. I inhaled quickly.

"Michael," I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear and motioned towards the two.

"It'll be all right. If they say anything to you I'll make sure they're sorry," Michael said, sending me a private smile. I walked around the counter and to their booth in the corner, forcing myself every step of the way.

"Can I take your orders?" I asked, not making eye contact with them.

**

This is just more proof on how Roswell has changed me.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of what they'll say to me. I'm afraid they'll hurt me.

If I was the same person I was before I came here I wouldn't be scared of what they are going to say.

But I would have made them sorry for attempting to hurt me.

But I'm different now.

And I still wasn't sure whether or not this was good.

**

"Liz, could you sit down for a minute?" Alex asked, almost nicely.

"I'm working," I said, paying way to much attention to my order-pad.

"Liz, the only two other people in this entire restaurant are Max and Isabel. Sit, we need to talk to you," Kyle said, and I finally let my eyes fall to his. He didn't seem mad and I let myself fall into the seat next to Alex.

"Make it fast," I said, trying to sound tough.

"We had a long talk with Maria the other night," Alex said. I played with the end of my waitress skirt.

"She told us that we shouldn't have been so hard on you. That you explained what happened and that you were sorry," Kyle explained. The stitching wasn't done very well, some of the stitches were different lengths and the white string had turned a muddy yellow from grease stains in some parts.

"We can tell you feel bad about what you did. And you should, it was a horrible thing to do to Maria. She's one of the sweetest girls we know," Alex said.

"I know," I whispered.

"If Maria can find it in her heart to forgive you then so can we," Kyle said, after several minutes of silence and I looked up at him.

"We decided that you deserve a second chance. A chance for you to prove that you're not this horrible person," Alex went on to say.

"Really?" I asked, afraid my voice would fail me.

"Yeah," Kyle said, forcing a smile.

"This doesn't make us friends again but it's a start," Alex said, and I nodded.

"It's more than I deserve," I said, honestly.

"We know," Kyle said, with a smirk.

"We're good people," Alex said with a laugh and I smiled.

"If you can prove to us that you're really not like that than we'll go back to the way things used to be. Call what a happened a fluke," Kyle said.

"I mean, we did come down on you kind of hard. It was just a kiss. I mean, it's not like you're dating him now or anything," Alex said, and my heart sank in my chest.

"Well, I have to get back to work," I said, standing back up, ready to make a mad dash back to the kitchen.

"Aren't you going to take our orders?" Alex asked.

"I'm sorry, what do you want?" I asked, forcing myself to smile and laugh like everything was all right.

**

I guess I haven't changed that much.

I still don't let people see what I'm really feeling.

**

"The usual and we're going to go sit with Iz and Max now. We just wanted to talk to you by ourselves first," Kyle explained.

"Ok," I said, turning to walk back to the kitchen.

"What did they want?" Michael asked, watching them as they crossed the crashdown to Max and Isabel's booth.

"The usual," I said, falling to a fold-out chair.

"I figured but what I meant was why were they talking to you?" Michael asked, still not taking his eyes off of them.

"They wanted to apologize for the way they treated me that night," I said, not meeting his eyes. I knew what I had to do. And I was dreading it more than telling Max about Michael and me.

"Good," Michael said, but he looked at me with concern. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"When I finish their orders we'll go talk to Max and Iz," Michael said, flipping several hamburgers.

"We can't," I blurted out, and Michael turned to face me.

"What?" he asked, as if he hadn't heard me.

"We can't tell them about us," I said, looking away from his eyes.

**

I didn't want it to be like this. You have to believe me.

I love Michael. I really do.

But I have to do this for me.

And I never was a person that put love in front of my own self interest.