"She won't like this," Alex said, shaking his head when Max started
the jeep as Liz pulled away from the Crashdown.
Isabel sighed. "Then let's hope she doesn't find out."
"I won't deny that I want to know what is going on with Liz, but there's got to be a better way. What kind of friends does this make us?"
"Alex, we deserve to know. After everything we have done for her..." Isabel's voice faded out as she thought to herself. Alex knew that she was referring to Max healing Liz's gunshot wound and he wouldn't hear another word about it.
"Don't you mean, 'After everything she has done for you'? What with, saving your lives countless times, keeping your secret, and intentionally putting her life in danger to protect you. So I know you weren't implying that Liz owes you anything." His voice did not reflect any anger or harshness but simply stated truth, and Isabel knew Alex well enough to decide against pressing the matter further. He was right anyways.
"You're right Alex," Max said as he turned the corner in pursuit of Liz's vehicle.
Isabel's situation with Alex hadn't changed drastically since the month before. She had pushed him away after hearing the message from her mother, and she couldn't find a way to get him back. She just wanted everything to go back to normal. She wished she hadn't acted so stupid and just let him in. But Maria had been right; Isabel had used her supposed "destiny" as an excuse to push Alex away. 'And it worked – boy did it ever!' He was sitting right next to her, but she still felt as though she had the plague when it came to him. She gave herself a mental slap in the face for her stupidity and mumbled, "I'm sorry Alex; you know I didn't mean anything by it." She was just thankful that they were still civil.
"I know that. It was an honest mistake, no harm done." His distant tone caused her to flinch.
"Isabel?" She looked up as her brother spoke her name.
"Yeah?"
"Make the call." She nodded, pulled her cell phone from her purse, and dialed Maria's number.
Isabel sighed. "Then let's hope she doesn't find out."
"I won't deny that I want to know what is going on with Liz, but there's got to be a better way. What kind of friends does this make us?"
"Alex, we deserve to know. After everything we have done for her..." Isabel's voice faded out as she thought to herself. Alex knew that she was referring to Max healing Liz's gunshot wound and he wouldn't hear another word about it.
"Don't you mean, 'After everything she has done for you'? What with, saving your lives countless times, keeping your secret, and intentionally putting her life in danger to protect you. So I know you weren't implying that Liz owes you anything." His voice did not reflect any anger or harshness but simply stated truth, and Isabel knew Alex well enough to decide against pressing the matter further. He was right anyways.
"You're right Alex," Max said as he turned the corner in pursuit of Liz's vehicle.
Isabel's situation with Alex hadn't changed drastically since the month before. She had pushed him away after hearing the message from her mother, and she couldn't find a way to get him back. She just wanted everything to go back to normal. She wished she hadn't acted so stupid and just let him in. But Maria had been right; Isabel had used her supposed "destiny" as an excuse to push Alex away. 'And it worked – boy did it ever!' He was sitting right next to her, but she still felt as though she had the plague when it came to him. She gave herself a mental slap in the face for her stupidity and mumbled, "I'm sorry Alex; you know I didn't mean anything by it." She was just thankful that they were still civil.
"I know that. It was an honest mistake, no harm done." His distant tone caused her to flinch.
"Isabel?" She looked up as her brother spoke her name.
"Yeah?"
"Make the call." She nodded, pulled her cell phone from her purse, and dialed Maria's number.
