"Happy Days" part 12
Disclaimer: The song is not owned by me. It belongs to Bruce Springsteen
and is called "Dancin' in the Dark" if you're interested.
Author's Note: hey!!! Wow! Look at me..I'm updating.EARLY!!! I wanna wish ya'll a happy belated Thanksgiving (even if you're not American). I'm sorry if this part sucks.We had this really important football game last night, and we were obviously the better team, but the first half sucked.and we lost. I live in an area where football is more than a game.and I'm upset, but oh well, I'll get over it. This part goes out to Kirstills. I hope your music prelim went awesome hon( ****Note that when it flashes back to earlier in the day, it is not a flashback through Liz's point of view. Originally it was going to be, but I needed to put Max's opinion in it so it is just a flashback and through no one's point of view.***
I get up in the evenin' and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the mornin.' I go to bed feelin the same way. I ain't nothin' but tired. Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby I could use just a little help. You can't start a fire. You can't start a fire without a spark. This gun's for hire even f were just dancing in the dark Messages keep getting clearer. And radio's on and I'm losing myself around this place. I take a look in the mirror. I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face. And I ain't gettin nowhere. I'm just live in a dump like this. There's something happenin' somewhere. Baby I just know there is. Can't start a fire. You cant start a fire without a spark. This guns for hire even if were just dancin in the dark You sit around getting' older. Yes that's a joke and its on me. Shake this world off my shoulder. Come on baby the laughs on me. Stay on the street of this town and they'll be carving you up alright. Say You gotta stay hungry. Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight. Dying for some action. I'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book. I need a love reaction. Come on Baby just give me one look. Can't star t a fire crying from a broken heart. You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart. This gun's for hire even if we're just dancin in the dark. Even if were just dancin in the dark Even if were just dancin in the dark. Hey baby. Liz wiped the table down with a wet rag as she listened to the song on the speaker. It was an old one that she recognized but couldn't quite place. It bothered her that it seemed to relate to her life. She thought back to the day's events, and shuddered. This song definitely portrayed her love life.
Biology Class earlier that day
Liz sat at the table she always sat at. Max usually sat beside her, but he wasn't at school yet. She glanced at the circular clock on the wall, and realized that she was especially early for class. She didn't mind though. She doodled on her Chapter 5 notes she had taken the night before and hummed to herself. She was brought out of her reverie by a cheerleader who sat down next to her in Max's seat. "Liz Parker right?" the bubbly girl asked. Liz nodded. "Well as a friendly caution, I'm gonna warn you to stay away from Max Evans. He's out of your grasp sweetie." The girl smiled and Liz wanted to puke at the sight of the girl's perfectly white teeth. Liz rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing anything with Max Evans. He's my lab partner. That's it." Liz returned to her doodling pretending not to notice the girl's glare as she walked away. Afew minutes later Max came in. She knew he had entered because all the girls started giggling and staring. "Hey Katie," he said to the girl who had 'warned' Liz. "Hey," Katie replied with a dreamy look on her face. Max pretended not to notice as he sat down next to Liz. "Hey Liz," he said as he took his bio notebook out of his bag. "Hey," she replied coldly. Max was taken back. He had noticed her change over the past couple of weeks, and had been meaning to ask her what was wrong. He kept putting it off because he somehow knew it had to do with him. He'd wake up in the middle of the night sweating. He had noticed he couldn't concentrate at football practice, and at the game last Friday he only scored two touchdowns. He had been listening to the Counting Crows constantly as he tried to tell himself it had nothing to do with the petite brunette. He had been fooling himself for the past two weeks, but he knew he couldn't anymore. "Hey Liz, do you work today?" He asked. She nodded. "Why?" she asked once again in a cold voice. "I just thought I'd stop by. I need to talk to you."
Crashdown PRESENT TIME
Max walked through the doors of the restaurant and was greeted by swooning girls. He didn't care about them though. He was here on the sole purpose of finding Liz. He knew if he didn't talk to her, he'd go crazy. He had to tell her how he felt no matter what it did to his reputation. He saw her sitting at the counter and quickly walked over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up out of the chair. "We need to talk," he said urgently. She scowled but led him to the backroom. "This better be good," she told him as the door closed behind them. "Liz here me out. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. The second you came to Roswell I was infatuated with you. Your love and passion for science, your intelligence..it all just amazed me. I broke up with my girlfriend because I liked you, and I've been unable to concentrate on anything. I've tried to tell myself it won't work, but I can't lie to myself anymore. Would you do me the honor of being my date Whitman's party after the game on Friday?"
So I know the actual story part was short, but I thought that was a good stopping place. Please give me feedback, and expect the new part by next Saturday.
Author's Note: hey!!! Wow! Look at me..I'm updating.EARLY!!! I wanna wish ya'll a happy belated Thanksgiving (even if you're not American). I'm sorry if this part sucks.We had this really important football game last night, and we were obviously the better team, but the first half sucked.and we lost. I live in an area where football is more than a game.and I'm upset, but oh well, I'll get over it. This part goes out to Kirstills. I hope your music prelim went awesome hon( ****Note that when it flashes back to earlier in the day, it is not a flashback through Liz's point of view. Originally it was going to be, but I needed to put Max's opinion in it so it is just a flashback and through no one's point of view.***
I get up in the evenin' and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the mornin.' I go to bed feelin the same way. I ain't nothin' but tired. Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby I could use just a little help. You can't start a fire. You can't start a fire without a spark. This gun's for hire even f were just dancing in the dark Messages keep getting clearer. And radio's on and I'm losing myself around this place. I take a look in the mirror. I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face. And I ain't gettin nowhere. I'm just live in a dump like this. There's something happenin' somewhere. Baby I just know there is. Can't start a fire. You cant start a fire without a spark. This guns for hire even if were just dancin in the dark You sit around getting' older. Yes that's a joke and its on me. Shake this world off my shoulder. Come on baby the laughs on me. Stay on the street of this town and they'll be carving you up alright. Say You gotta stay hungry. Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight. Dying for some action. I'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book. I need a love reaction. Come on Baby just give me one look. Can't star t a fire crying from a broken heart. You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart. This gun's for hire even if we're just dancin in the dark. Even if were just dancin in the dark Even if were just dancin in the dark. Hey baby. Liz wiped the table down with a wet rag as she listened to the song on the speaker. It was an old one that she recognized but couldn't quite place. It bothered her that it seemed to relate to her life. She thought back to the day's events, and shuddered. This song definitely portrayed her love life.
Biology Class earlier that day
Liz sat at the table she always sat at. Max usually sat beside her, but he wasn't at school yet. She glanced at the circular clock on the wall, and realized that she was especially early for class. She didn't mind though. She doodled on her Chapter 5 notes she had taken the night before and hummed to herself. She was brought out of her reverie by a cheerleader who sat down next to her in Max's seat. "Liz Parker right?" the bubbly girl asked. Liz nodded. "Well as a friendly caution, I'm gonna warn you to stay away from Max Evans. He's out of your grasp sweetie." The girl smiled and Liz wanted to puke at the sight of the girl's perfectly white teeth. Liz rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing anything with Max Evans. He's my lab partner. That's it." Liz returned to her doodling pretending not to notice the girl's glare as she walked away. Afew minutes later Max came in. She knew he had entered because all the girls started giggling and staring. "Hey Katie," he said to the girl who had 'warned' Liz. "Hey," Katie replied with a dreamy look on her face. Max pretended not to notice as he sat down next to Liz. "Hey Liz," he said as he took his bio notebook out of his bag. "Hey," she replied coldly. Max was taken back. He had noticed her change over the past couple of weeks, and had been meaning to ask her what was wrong. He kept putting it off because he somehow knew it had to do with him. He'd wake up in the middle of the night sweating. He had noticed he couldn't concentrate at football practice, and at the game last Friday he only scored two touchdowns. He had been listening to the Counting Crows constantly as he tried to tell himself it had nothing to do with the petite brunette. He had been fooling himself for the past two weeks, but he knew he couldn't anymore. "Hey Liz, do you work today?" He asked. She nodded. "Why?" she asked once again in a cold voice. "I just thought I'd stop by. I need to talk to you."
Crashdown PRESENT TIME
Max walked through the doors of the restaurant and was greeted by swooning girls. He didn't care about them though. He was here on the sole purpose of finding Liz. He knew if he didn't talk to her, he'd go crazy. He had to tell her how he felt no matter what it did to his reputation. He saw her sitting at the counter and quickly walked over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up out of the chair. "We need to talk," he said urgently. She scowled but led him to the backroom. "This better be good," she told him as the door closed behind them. "Liz here me out. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. The second you came to Roswell I was infatuated with you. Your love and passion for science, your intelligence..it all just amazed me. I broke up with my girlfriend because I liked you, and I've been unable to concentrate on anything. I've tried to tell myself it won't work, but I can't lie to myself anymore. Would you do me the honor of being my date Whitman's party after the game on Friday?"
So I know the actual story part was short, but I thought that was a good stopping place. Please give me feedback, and expect the new part by next Saturday.