"Happy Days" pt. 3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They all belong to Jason Katims, UPN, Melinda Metz, and so on.
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my fic. This is one of the first one's I've written, and the first series one, so if it sucks please tell. I'd love to hear what you think of the story, and how you think it can be improved. Also please do not post this fic anywhere w/out my permission.
The next day at school Max got the courage to sit next to Liz in biology. "Hi. You're new right?" He said. "Ya," Liz smiled at him politely but made no attempt to continue the conversation. Nervously playing with his fingers Max tried again. "So where are you from?" She tucked her hair behind her ear. She was so used to playing it cool. She really hoped that Max didn't notice she was nervous. "I'm from Little Rock, Arkansas." She laughed. "I know what you're probably thinking, and yes it is pretty cheap." "Oh," was all he could muster. Deciding he should make an attempt to continue the conversation he asked yet another question. "So what brings you to Roswell. I mean Little Rock is kinda far away…." Liz shrugged. "I guess I just needed a change of scenery." Max looked at her questioningly. "I'm an orphan. There's really no job or other restrictions keeping me in one place," she explained. "I'm really sorry. You're probably really tired of hearing that since a lot of people probably say that to you, but I really am sorry." She smiled. "Thank, Max. That means a lot to me." "You're welcome." He smiled back and for a few moments they were the only people in the world, and the only thing that mattered was staring into eachother's eyes and reading eachother's souls.
Tracy saw Max and was going to walk up to him when she noticed he seemed to be having a very deep conversation with that new brown haired trailer trash girl. Scrunching her face up in disgust at the thought of her boyfriend cheating on her with that loser, she marched up to him and placed her hands on her hips. "Max what is going on?" She practically yelled. Max turned his attention to the upset blonde cheerleader standing next to him. "Nothing, Tracy. I was just being nice to Liz. She's new." He explained. "Since when are we nice to those types of people?" She asked. She turned her attention to Liz. "No offense." Liz glared at Tracy. "Whatever. I don't really care what you think of me." Liz glanced at Max. "Bye, Max. It was nice talking to you." With that Liz walked away.
Michael was waiting for Kyle at his locker. The hall was deserted. Most people were probably at lunch. Kyle said he would be a few minutes late to lunch. He had told Michael to go ahead and eat, but Michael didn't really want to. He didn't want to have to go into the lunchroom by himself and be teased by Max and Alex's type of group so he had told Kyle he'd wait here for him. He didn't expect one of the cheerleaders to be walking down the hall towards him let alone stop in front of him. He suddenly realized how pretty she was. He didn't think he'd be able to talk any in front of her which shouldn't be a problem since she probably wasn't interested in talking to him. Little did he expect her to ask him a question, which she currently was doing. "Huh?" He asked feeling really stupid. "You're leaning against my locker." She said agitated. "Oh. Sorry." He scooted over and tried not to stare at her as she turned the dial on her lock, got her books out of her locker, and walked down the hall never giving him a second glance.
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They all belong to Jason Katims, UPN, Melinda Metz, and so on.
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my fic. This is one of the first one's I've written, and the first series one, so if it sucks please tell. I'd love to hear what you think of the story, and how you think it can be improved. Also please do not post this fic anywhere w/out my permission.
The next day at school Max got the courage to sit next to Liz in biology. "Hi. You're new right?" He said. "Ya," Liz smiled at him politely but made no attempt to continue the conversation. Nervously playing with his fingers Max tried again. "So where are you from?" She tucked her hair behind her ear. She was so used to playing it cool. She really hoped that Max didn't notice she was nervous. "I'm from Little Rock, Arkansas." She laughed. "I know what you're probably thinking, and yes it is pretty cheap." "Oh," was all he could muster. Deciding he should make an attempt to continue the conversation he asked yet another question. "So what brings you to Roswell. I mean Little Rock is kinda far away…." Liz shrugged. "I guess I just needed a change of scenery." Max looked at her questioningly. "I'm an orphan. There's really no job or other restrictions keeping me in one place," she explained. "I'm really sorry. You're probably really tired of hearing that since a lot of people probably say that to you, but I really am sorry." She smiled. "Thank, Max. That means a lot to me." "You're welcome." He smiled back and for a few moments they were the only people in the world, and the only thing that mattered was staring into eachother's eyes and reading eachother's souls.
Tracy saw Max and was going to walk up to him when she noticed he seemed to be having a very deep conversation with that new brown haired trailer trash girl. Scrunching her face up in disgust at the thought of her boyfriend cheating on her with that loser, she marched up to him and placed her hands on her hips. "Max what is going on?" She practically yelled. Max turned his attention to the upset blonde cheerleader standing next to him. "Nothing, Tracy. I was just being nice to Liz. She's new." He explained. "Since when are we nice to those types of people?" She asked. She turned her attention to Liz. "No offense." Liz glared at Tracy. "Whatever. I don't really care what you think of me." Liz glanced at Max. "Bye, Max. It was nice talking to you." With that Liz walked away.
Michael was waiting for Kyle at his locker. The hall was deserted. Most people were probably at lunch. Kyle said he would be a few minutes late to lunch. He had told Michael to go ahead and eat, but Michael didn't really want to. He didn't want to have to go into the lunchroom by himself and be teased by Max and Alex's type of group so he had told Kyle he'd wait here for him. He didn't expect one of the cheerleaders to be walking down the hall towards him let alone stop in front of him. He suddenly realized how pretty she was. He didn't think he'd be able to talk any in front of her which shouldn't be a problem since she probably wasn't interested in talking to him. Little did he expect her to ask him a question, which she currently was doing. "Huh?" He asked feeling really stupid. "You're leaning against my locker." She said agitated. "Oh. Sorry." He scooted over and tried not to stare at her as she turned the dial on her lock, got her books out of her locker, and walked down the hall never giving him a second glance.
TBC