Summary: AU, what if Maria was another adopted Evans girl? Max was her
older brother. And Liz found something out that would interest big brother
very much....
Rating: G-PG at most.
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is besides the point).
This is my first fanfic, so please read and review! Hope you enjoy!
-=Two Smart-Mouths and One Worrywart=-
Liz saw Max enter the Crashdown and fidgeted around with her apron. She had to tell him. She knew she did. Taking in a deep breath, Liz put on her typical sweet girl next door smile and filled up a cherry coke for Max. Walking around the counter in her usual waitress uniform with the little antennas bobbing atop her head, Liz walked over to the booth where Max sat. "Hi," Liz said and smiled at him warmly, her eyes full of love before casting them down and putting the coke in front of him. "On the house." Liz said in her soft-spoken way.
Max smiled up at her, a smile full of love that still looked shy. "Thanks," he said mildly, accepting the free drink. He took a sip, eyes not leaving hers. Max gestured to the seat across from him. "You gotta second? I was hoping I could kind of rant to you for a minute or two, get things out of my system. Maria and Michael have taken control of the TV at home and are currently debating how they come up with the puzzles for 'The Wheel of Fortune'. Maria thinks it's a bunch of monkeys trained to nothing but come up with sentences using a typewriter while Michael's convinced it's a conspiracy."
Liz blushed and smiled, obviously straining to hold in laughter. Casting a look around the Crashdown real quick, and seeing her father wasn't around and that business was slow, Liz slid into the seat opposite of Max while murmuring 'sure' to his offer for a seat. "But, uh, Max.." Liz began obviously not sure how to breach the subject. Which he did- kind of. "Uh, Max?" Liz asked softly, her voice somewhat taking up a different, higher tone, out of nerves. "So, um, were Maria and Michael just like, hanging out in front of the TV?"
"Up until I left," he answered, folding his arms on the table top. "Their insults were also a little thicker than usual. You know, normally it seems to have a pattern of: bicker, get serious, bicker, get serious." He took another sip of his drink. "This was more like: bicker, bicker, stare at Max to make him uncomfortable, bicker, bicker, stare at Max to make him uncomfortable."
Liz giggled and shied away. "Well, um, you have a way with words." Liz said and stared down at her fingers. "Tell me, Max?" Liz asked raising her head to look at Max warmly before coughing slightly and looking away. "Have you noticed anything else, um, different?" Liz asked looking for the right wording.
"'Different'," he repeated. Max reflected back to them watching 'Wheel of Fortune'. Was anything about that different? Well, for one, they really weren't 'Wheel of Fortune' kind of people. He shrugged, toying with the straw in the cheery coke. He smiled at Liz. "Nothing except for the show they were watching."
Liz smiled awkwardly. It was warm, but it looked like she was sucking in her cheeks more and couldn't decide whether her lips should go up or down. Blushing lightly, Liz wasn't sure how to go about this. Especially when Max didn't seem to notice. "Well, yeah, I mean... Max, have you noticed anything different about the two of them?" Liz asked and leaned her elbows on the diner table. "Together?"
"Once again, I take it you mean beside their choice in television, them making me feel like I'm a third wheel when I'm sitting trying to do. . . ." he paused. Max stared straight ahead, past the beautiful girl with her blushing cheeks. His hands slammed down on the table as the fell. "They're. . . seeing each other, aren't they?"
Liz shied back and fidgeted with her hands nervously, casting a quick look to make sure they weren't drawing too much attention from the customers. Her brown eyes growing big and doe-like. "Oh... no nonono... Max, I wasn't trying, I mean.." Liz continued stammered on with the words until she stopped and just took a deep breath. "I caught them the other night." Liz muttered, a small smile threatening to play on her face.
His face was nearly emotionless as he focussed on Liz again. He didn't even arch en eyebrow as he asked, "Caught them doing what?" Visions of the things that Michael and Maria could have been caught doing went through his mind: drugs, necking, drugs, kissing, drugs, having sex. He didn't like any of them. Max did not like the idea of Michael getting close to his sister Maria. If he did want to get close to Maria, Michael should have come to him first.
"Well, no, Max.." Liz's voice began slightly whinny, feeling bad that she betrayed her best-friends trust and told her brother. Liz felt like a taddle-tale. "Max, you have to promise me-.. I-I just at school. The eraser room door was slightly agar and I just saw them kissing- Nothing else." Liz said and struck out her hand, holding his she felt a slight jolt between them, and smiled at the comfort she felt with him, but that quickly changed as she looked at him seriously. This was girl business now. "Max, what are you going to do?" Liz asked recognizing the look on his face.
Max felt angry, frustrated, and left out. He squeezed Liz's hand reassuringly. "So they were making out in the eraser room in school, where anyone could see them? Public displays of affection? Maria and Michael?" He laughed, but it ended abruptly. "Maybe it was someone else. Do they know you saw them?"
Liz cast her eyes down, and just enjoyed the feel of Max's hand holding hers for a moment before raising her brown eyes to look back up at him. "No. I just... Max. I recognize Maria. And even though Michael was more... Out of sight, there is no mistaking that hair." Liz told him playfully trying to lighten the situation, so that Max wouldn't feel bad. "I doubt they meant to be seen, the door was just slightly open- And it was on my way to the locker. No. They don't know I saw them." Liz confessed at last. "I just got away from there as fast as I could. I tried to ask Maria about Michael, but she had just one thing to say." Liz said hooking her hair behind her ear nervously. "'Michael? Ugh. Don't even mention that name around me!'" Liz repeated, then smiled softly and blushed slightly. "But she has a hickey."
"That would explain the turtleneck," he muttered with a shrug. He immediately stood back up. "Go back to work Liz. We never had this conversation. Your Dad's already on his way back downstairs now anyway. Michael must have done something wrong if Maria doesn't want to even think of him. Maybe that's why they weren't following their pattern of bickering. She's mad at him. Maria might just kill Michael if I don't intervene. See you later." Max kissed Liz's forehead, lips lingering a moment. His beautiful Liz. Michael needed to be dealt with. He left without another glance back, heading straight for home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* There you have it! Chapter one. Cliffhanger. Like I said this is my first Roswell fanfic, please read and review!
Rating: G-PG at most.
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is besides the point).
This is my first fanfic, so please read and review! Hope you enjoy!
-=Two Smart-Mouths and One Worrywart=-
Liz saw Max enter the Crashdown and fidgeted around with her apron. She had to tell him. She knew she did. Taking in a deep breath, Liz put on her typical sweet girl next door smile and filled up a cherry coke for Max. Walking around the counter in her usual waitress uniform with the little antennas bobbing atop her head, Liz walked over to the booth where Max sat. "Hi," Liz said and smiled at him warmly, her eyes full of love before casting them down and putting the coke in front of him. "On the house." Liz said in her soft-spoken way.
Max smiled up at her, a smile full of love that still looked shy. "Thanks," he said mildly, accepting the free drink. He took a sip, eyes not leaving hers. Max gestured to the seat across from him. "You gotta second? I was hoping I could kind of rant to you for a minute or two, get things out of my system. Maria and Michael have taken control of the TV at home and are currently debating how they come up with the puzzles for 'The Wheel of Fortune'. Maria thinks it's a bunch of monkeys trained to nothing but come up with sentences using a typewriter while Michael's convinced it's a conspiracy."
Liz blushed and smiled, obviously straining to hold in laughter. Casting a look around the Crashdown real quick, and seeing her father wasn't around and that business was slow, Liz slid into the seat opposite of Max while murmuring 'sure' to his offer for a seat. "But, uh, Max.." Liz began obviously not sure how to breach the subject. Which he did- kind of. "Uh, Max?" Liz asked softly, her voice somewhat taking up a different, higher tone, out of nerves. "So, um, were Maria and Michael just like, hanging out in front of the TV?"
"Up until I left," he answered, folding his arms on the table top. "Their insults were also a little thicker than usual. You know, normally it seems to have a pattern of: bicker, get serious, bicker, get serious." He took another sip of his drink. "This was more like: bicker, bicker, stare at Max to make him uncomfortable, bicker, bicker, stare at Max to make him uncomfortable."
Liz giggled and shied away. "Well, um, you have a way with words." Liz said and stared down at her fingers. "Tell me, Max?" Liz asked raising her head to look at Max warmly before coughing slightly and looking away. "Have you noticed anything else, um, different?" Liz asked looking for the right wording.
"'Different'," he repeated. Max reflected back to them watching 'Wheel of Fortune'. Was anything about that different? Well, for one, they really weren't 'Wheel of Fortune' kind of people. He shrugged, toying with the straw in the cheery coke. He smiled at Liz. "Nothing except for the show they were watching."
Liz smiled awkwardly. It was warm, but it looked like she was sucking in her cheeks more and couldn't decide whether her lips should go up or down. Blushing lightly, Liz wasn't sure how to go about this. Especially when Max didn't seem to notice. "Well, yeah, I mean... Max, have you noticed anything different about the two of them?" Liz asked and leaned her elbows on the diner table. "Together?"
"Once again, I take it you mean beside their choice in television, them making me feel like I'm a third wheel when I'm sitting trying to do. . . ." he paused. Max stared straight ahead, past the beautiful girl with her blushing cheeks. His hands slammed down on the table as the fell. "They're. . . seeing each other, aren't they?"
Liz shied back and fidgeted with her hands nervously, casting a quick look to make sure they weren't drawing too much attention from the customers. Her brown eyes growing big and doe-like. "Oh... no nonono... Max, I wasn't trying, I mean.." Liz continued stammered on with the words until she stopped and just took a deep breath. "I caught them the other night." Liz muttered, a small smile threatening to play on her face.
His face was nearly emotionless as he focussed on Liz again. He didn't even arch en eyebrow as he asked, "Caught them doing what?" Visions of the things that Michael and Maria could have been caught doing went through his mind: drugs, necking, drugs, kissing, drugs, having sex. He didn't like any of them. Max did not like the idea of Michael getting close to his sister Maria. If he did want to get close to Maria, Michael should have come to him first.
"Well, no, Max.." Liz's voice began slightly whinny, feeling bad that she betrayed her best-friends trust and told her brother. Liz felt like a taddle-tale. "Max, you have to promise me-.. I-I just at school. The eraser room door was slightly agar and I just saw them kissing- Nothing else." Liz said and struck out her hand, holding his she felt a slight jolt between them, and smiled at the comfort she felt with him, but that quickly changed as she looked at him seriously. This was girl business now. "Max, what are you going to do?" Liz asked recognizing the look on his face.
Max felt angry, frustrated, and left out. He squeezed Liz's hand reassuringly. "So they were making out in the eraser room in school, where anyone could see them? Public displays of affection? Maria and Michael?" He laughed, but it ended abruptly. "Maybe it was someone else. Do they know you saw them?"
Liz cast her eyes down, and just enjoyed the feel of Max's hand holding hers for a moment before raising her brown eyes to look back up at him. "No. I just... Max. I recognize Maria. And even though Michael was more... Out of sight, there is no mistaking that hair." Liz told him playfully trying to lighten the situation, so that Max wouldn't feel bad. "I doubt they meant to be seen, the door was just slightly open- And it was on my way to the locker. No. They don't know I saw them." Liz confessed at last. "I just got away from there as fast as I could. I tried to ask Maria about Michael, but she had just one thing to say." Liz said hooking her hair behind her ear nervously. "'Michael? Ugh. Don't even mention that name around me!'" Liz repeated, then smiled softly and blushed slightly. "But she has a hickey."
"That would explain the turtleneck," he muttered with a shrug. He immediately stood back up. "Go back to work Liz. We never had this conversation. Your Dad's already on his way back downstairs now anyway. Michael must have done something wrong if Maria doesn't want to even think of him. Maybe that's why they weren't following their pattern of bickering. She's mad at him. Maria might just kill Michael if I don't intervene. See you later." Max kissed Liz's forehead, lips lingering a moment. His beautiful Liz. Michael needed to be dealt with. He left without another glance back, heading straight for home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* There you have it! Chapter one. Cliffhanger. Like I said this is my first Roswell fanfic, please read and review!