"Happy Days" part 7
OMG..I am a horrible person. I could tell you that I haven't updated this fic because real life got in the way, but then that would be lying. I have been busy with life stuff..but I still could've found time to write this. There is no excuse for not updating this earlier and I'm sorry.
You are some of the best people. You take the time to leave comments about my story and it is you, that I continue to write this for. I know my updates are really rare and far apart. I also realize that my chapters are really short and that must get annoying. I just want to thank you for continuing to read this. Ya'll are the best!
Roswellsgrrrl- Michael is in this part( I am sorry I haven't had him in here for along time. I hadn't realized I hadn't added him in awhile. To be honest, I'm not a huge Michael fan so I guess that is part of the reason why I neglect him. I'll try to do better though.
Roswellsgurl- This chapter is for you. What you wrote made me so happy.
Once again thanks everyone for the feedback. I really appreciate it, and I will try to do better at updating this.
On to the story...
"Liz," Max said once he knew that she realized he had entered the room. "What are you doing here, Max?" Liz asked. It seemed odd that a member of the elite group would spend their free time in a lab of all places. Then again this was Max, and he didn't act like all the other jocks she had encountered before. Though he did sport the letterman jacket, he didn't act arrogant like his friends. He was sweet and sincere and actually acknowledged that other people outside of his inner circle existed. She smiled at the thought of what a great person Max was. Realizing this was why she was smiling caused her to frown however. She couldn't have a crush on Max. She just couldn't. She just had to keep telling herself that becoming attached was dangerous. The more she liked him and the closer she got to him, the harder it would be to leave. She knew she'd have to leave eventually and she didn't want anything to keep her here. She didn't want any distractions. She just wanted to get an education and leave. That's all she really wanted. Falling in love was not on her agenda. Nope..that wasn't her plan. Most girls dreamed of beautiful weddings and a wonderful husband, but not Liz. She had other plans. "Liz.Liz..Liz!" Max kept calling her name only to have her not respond. In order to pull her out of her reverie, he had to gently shake her. "What?" Liz asked slightly dazed. "Where were you?" "Huh?" Liz asked confused. "Were you in outer pace or something? I kept on calling your name and you didn't answer." "No, I was just thinking," was her reply. Liz then remembered she wanted to know why he was in here. "Max, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be socializing with the rich and famous?" Max couldn't help but laugh at her harsh but true reference to his friends.
Michael was sitting on a bench outside. Kyle was spending his lunchtime preparing for some project he had to do. It was something about painting a mural. Michael didn't really care though so he didn't pay a lot of attention to Kyle when Kyle described it. Michael opened his lunch sack and took out an apple. After sitting there for awhile quietly eating his apple, he felt a presence approach him. Expecting the person to be Kyle, he greeted his friend without turning around. "Hey, Kyle." He heard a giggle and turned around surprised to see the cheerleader from the other day. He scowled. Why was she here. "Can I help you?" He muttered. "Rude much!" She said still laughing. He ignored her comment and took another bite out of his apple. She sat down next to him though he didn't recall inviting her. "Your name is Michael right?" She asked. "Ya..what's it to you?" He replied as he stood up ready to leave. She didn't reply so he began to walk away. "Wait.Michael," she called out to him. She seemed so sincere and vulnerable that Michael couldn't help but stop, turn around, and offer her his full attention. "I need some help." Michael stared at her waiting for her to continue. She took a nervous gulp of air before continuing. "Mr. Callaway said you'd be just the person to help me. Will you?"
OMG..I am a horrible person. I could tell you that I haven't updated this fic because real life got in the way, but then that would be lying. I have been busy with life stuff..but I still could've found time to write this. There is no excuse for not updating this earlier and I'm sorry.
You are some of the best people. You take the time to leave comments about my story and it is you, that I continue to write this for. I know my updates are really rare and far apart. I also realize that my chapters are really short and that must get annoying. I just want to thank you for continuing to read this. Ya'll are the best!
Roswellsgrrrl- Michael is in this part( I am sorry I haven't had him in here for along time. I hadn't realized I hadn't added him in awhile. To be honest, I'm not a huge Michael fan so I guess that is part of the reason why I neglect him. I'll try to do better though.
Roswellsgurl- This chapter is for you. What you wrote made me so happy.
Once again thanks everyone for the feedback. I really appreciate it, and I will try to do better at updating this.
On to the story...
"Liz," Max said once he knew that she realized he had entered the room. "What are you doing here, Max?" Liz asked. It seemed odd that a member of the elite group would spend their free time in a lab of all places. Then again this was Max, and he didn't act like all the other jocks she had encountered before. Though he did sport the letterman jacket, he didn't act arrogant like his friends. He was sweet and sincere and actually acknowledged that other people outside of his inner circle existed. She smiled at the thought of what a great person Max was. Realizing this was why she was smiling caused her to frown however. She couldn't have a crush on Max. She just couldn't. She just had to keep telling herself that becoming attached was dangerous. The more she liked him and the closer she got to him, the harder it would be to leave. She knew she'd have to leave eventually and she didn't want anything to keep her here. She didn't want any distractions. She just wanted to get an education and leave. That's all she really wanted. Falling in love was not on her agenda. Nope..that wasn't her plan. Most girls dreamed of beautiful weddings and a wonderful husband, but not Liz. She had other plans. "Liz.Liz..Liz!" Max kept calling her name only to have her not respond. In order to pull her out of her reverie, he had to gently shake her. "What?" Liz asked slightly dazed. "Where were you?" "Huh?" Liz asked confused. "Were you in outer pace or something? I kept on calling your name and you didn't answer." "No, I was just thinking," was her reply. Liz then remembered she wanted to know why he was in here. "Max, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be socializing with the rich and famous?" Max couldn't help but laugh at her harsh but true reference to his friends.
Michael was sitting on a bench outside. Kyle was spending his lunchtime preparing for some project he had to do. It was something about painting a mural. Michael didn't really care though so he didn't pay a lot of attention to Kyle when Kyle described it. Michael opened his lunch sack and took out an apple. After sitting there for awhile quietly eating his apple, he felt a presence approach him. Expecting the person to be Kyle, he greeted his friend without turning around. "Hey, Kyle." He heard a giggle and turned around surprised to see the cheerleader from the other day. He scowled. Why was she here. "Can I help you?" He muttered. "Rude much!" She said still laughing. He ignored her comment and took another bite out of his apple. She sat down next to him though he didn't recall inviting her. "Your name is Michael right?" She asked. "Ya..what's it to you?" He replied as he stood up ready to leave. She didn't reply so he began to walk away. "Wait.Michael," she called out to him. She seemed so sincere and vulnerable that Michael couldn't help but stop, turn around, and offer her his full attention. "I need some help." Michael stared at her waiting for her to continue. She took a nervous gulp of air before continuing. "Mr. Callaway said you'd be just the person to help me. Will you?"