Trust. One of the most precious things you can ever have, and one of the most important. People base their whole lives around something so simple, that they often take it for granted. Without trust, what do you have? Without trust, you have no mothers, no sisters, no fathers, no brothers, no aunts, no grandfathers, and no friends. Without trust, you have nothing; you can't exist in this world. Trust is just as important as oxygen, just as important as water, just as important as love. You can't love someone unless you trust them, just like you can't have water without oxygen.

Imagine if the two people that you trust the most in the world break that trust at the same time, what would you be left with? It's amazing that it's taken something like this to make me write again, but oddly enough, it's refreshing, almost as effective as screaming your lungs out.

At this point in time, this journal is the only thing in the world that I can trust, because I know that no matter what, it'll never betray me the way they did!
"Um...hi?" He was standing in front of her, looking more nervous than she had ever seen him before. She went back to reading her book, trying to ignore him. She could feel his eyes burning a hole through her skin, his gaze never leaving her face. "Can I sit?"

"Whatever!"

He sat across from her, trying to gain her attention, but she was engrossed in her book, or that's the way she wanted it to look. He placed his hand on the top of her book and pushed it down to the table, wanting to get eye contact, even just a glimpse would do.

"Liz, I'm sorry!"

His sincere voice caught her attention, and her eyes locked with his deep, brown, soulful eyes. Why did he have to look at her like that?

"Liz, I don't want to loose you again! I'm so sorry!"

"Even if I was to forgive you Max, what makes you think I'll be able to trust you again?" She walked through the door to the kitchen, leaving her book on the table in front of Max. His eyes wandered around the room, settling on a blond standing behind the counter. Maria turned around to see Max staring at her, a dirty look on his face. She ran into the bathroom as a tear ran down her face. Her voice was low, just a whisper, even she almost didn't hear it.

"What did I do?"
She walked into her room and saw a note resting on her pillow. She already knew whom it was from, even without seeing his handwriting, she knew.
Liz, I know that you're angry with me, and I deserve it, but please, remember that I love you, and I always will. No matter what, I won't give up on what I want, and what I want is you. I miss you, and I love you! Max
She sat with her legs crossed underneath her as she re-read his note over and over. Liz stood up and grabbed her jacket before climbing out her window, not intending to stop until she had said what she needed to.
"Do you hate me aswell?"

"What?"

Maria stood at the doorway of Michael's apartment, reluctant to go inside in case he said he hated her aswell. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, reading a magazine and eating some sort of greasy fast food that was undisguisable from a lump of fat.

"Why would I hate you?"

"Max and Liz…they…I…you haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

Either he was doing this to see if the rumours were actually true and he wanted to hear it from the horses' mouth, or he really didn't know.

"They haven't told you yet?"

"Told me what Maria?"

She could tell he was getting frustrated with all of the questions, yet she was afraid of the reaction he would have if she did tell him.
He lay with his hands behind his head, thinking of what had happened in the past few weeks. Every time he was starting to get his life back to normal, every time he and Liz were starting to become really close again, something had to happen, something had to go wrong to mess it all up. Was his life really that doomed? Max closed his eyes, taking large breaths, trying to fall asleep, but his body just didn't want to relax. He had to do something, but what? Ever since he first saw Liz, he couldn't survive without her. That was part of the reason he was always at the Crashdown watching her. He needed a little dose of Liz Parker each day otherwise he would go crazy. Now, he needed a lot more than a little, he needed all of her. He needed to feel her lips on his, her smooth, soft skin against his ruff skin, he needed her.

In an attempt to actually fall asleep, he thought about Liz. He thought about the way she glowed each day, the way her infectious smile beamed everywhere, the way her dark hair shone in the sunlight, the way her eyes blazed at him when she gave him a mischievous smile, they way she was pure.

Max woke an hour later, feeling soft lips against his. Thinking he was in a dream, he was surprised when he opened his eyes to see a body leaning over his. He reached over and turned on the lamp beside his bed, already knowing whom the body belonged to.

"Liz?" He must be dreaming! She wasn't even talking to him this morning, let alone breaking into his room and kissing him when he was asleep.

She sat back, cheeks filling with colour as she realised what she had just done.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sorry! I should go…"

"No!" He suddenly realised how fast the word had come out of his mouth. Max pushed himself into a sitting position, smiling at her freakishly excited. "I mean, please, stay?"

"I just wanted to…God, I don't know why I'm here…"

Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, his lips were pressing hers. She deepened the kiss, pushing Max back against his pillows, falling on top of him. His hand was gently stroking her cheek, while the other one was supporting her neck. She placed her hands on either side of him, trying to support her weight, but failing miserably. They rolled over, so she was now lying next to him, pulling herself closer to his warm body.

Liz broke away from the kiss, looking into his deep eyes. Simultaneously they both spoke the same words, needing nothing more from each other.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"