The Problem with being Popular – Part 2

The following Monday on her drive to school Liz decided that she wouldn't ask Max today but rather tomorrow. Today would be spent observing him. She didn't just want to ask him to 'hang out', from what she knew he hadn't had a date in a long long time, and she wanted his return back to the dating world to be a good one. So today she would watch him from afar, try and find something that she had in common with him and from that possibly something that they could do together. Sure it maybe a dare, but who was she not to do her best to make the best of it, for both parties involved.

Liz's first class of the day was AP chemistry, a class that she shared with Max. He'd been her lab partner in chemistry since they took it together their sophomore year, it not being late into their senior year, they were comfortable with each other's routine, they worked perfectly as a unit in chemistry, and always have. But today would be different today she wouldn't just go to class whiz through the assignment, and get the grade. Today she would take actual notice of what Max did, what he wore, if he actually talked about anything then what he was saying as well. Today was her Max day.

Little did Liz know that everyday was Max's Liz day. He always paid close attention to what she wore, what she did, and especially what she said. He always had, and as far as he was concerned he always would. Liz was the one.

Sitting in class on her stool, next to Max, she began to drum her fingers. This whole observing thing was really boring. When she first walked into class she took note of what Max was wearing; a black sweater, a tight one that showed his well built chest, and a pair of worn jeans, also tight that elaborated on his well sculpted rear. Why hadn't she noticed these things before! After that there really wasn't much more to observe he just kinda sat there and paid attention to class. Every once in awhile she'd notice him take a quick glance at her but that was about it.

They didn't do anything the entire class but sit and listen to Mr. Mimms lecture. After the class was finally over and Max was putting his notebook and pen away, in his bag Liz noticed a CD... she recognized the cover instantly as Dave Matthews Band, her all time fave band. That was it she knew exactly what they would do on this 'date'!

Max noticed that Liz had been watching him today, which struck him as very odd, she never watched him. When he sat next to her it was like he never existed. Must have just been his imagination, and he wrote it off as that as he gave her one finally soulful look, collected his things and walked out of the classroom.

When Liz got home that day she knew exactly what she had to do. Talk her Dad into using his connections to score her an extra ticket to the Dave Matthews Band concert for that Saturday in Santa Fe. She all ready had a ticket for herself, she'd planned on going alone. Seeing as though the friends that she had were more interested in Britney and Christina crap then anything else. It'd be tricky getting a seat next to her all ready bought one, but she had faith that her Dad could work anything out for his 'pumpkin'.

It was now Wednesday morning, holding the ticket in her hand Liz made her way down the halls of West Roswell High. She planned to ask Max to the concert today.

Liz was on her way to look for Max after she'd dropped a few things off at her locker. Just as she closed the locker door she noticed Tess on the other side. 'Great, just what I need.' Liz thought before saying a quick hi to Tess, and walking away. But that didn't get her out of it, Tess quickly followed behind her "Hey Liz. So from what I've heard you haven't followed through on your dare."

"Well then you heard right Tess, I'm actually just off to find Max right now." She said holding up the concert ticket.

Tess read the ticket '3rd row Dave Matthews Band.' "Eww they are like so last decade."

"Whatever Tess." Liz replied after taking a corner and leaving Tess walking straight ahead.

Finally finding Max, she took a deep breath, she was actually a little nervous. She never got nervous before when she asked out guys, she always knew the answer, but this time she actually had butterflies in her stomach.

She walked up to him took another breath and started talking. "Hey Max." She said in her sweet voice.

Max thought for sure that he must have been dreaming, he always had this one, she'd come up to him by his locker say hi, and then she'd throw him aganst the lockers and start passionetly kissing him right in front of everyone.

Liz noticed that Max got sort of a dazed look to him, "Max?" She questioned.

Yeah this wasn't a dream. "Oh. Sorry. Hey Liz."

She smiled. "Hey, I was wondering, or rather hoping that you didn't all ready have plans for this Saturday?" She asked sweetly taking a step closer to him.

Max sucked in his breath quickly "Uh. Me. No. No plans."

"Good, cause I have this extra ticket to the Dave Matthews Band concert in Santa Fe." She said holding up the ticket. "I was hoping that maybe you'd want to go with me?"

'Ok Liz Parker just asked you out, play it cool man, play it cool.'

"Hell yeah, I'd love to go with you." He replied quickly. 'Yeah that was real cool Max.'

"Great!" Liz said excitedly. "I'll meet you at the Crash around 6 o' clock. OK?"

"Sounds good to me." Max replied happily.

"All right see you then." With that and a quick wave she vanished from his sight. Leaving a totally entranced Max stareing after her.

Michael made his way down the halls of West Roswell High a school that he much despised and couldn't wait to get the hell out of. He made his way to his best friend Max's locker, and stopped quickly when he saw Max talking to his dream girl Liz Parker. Michael stood where he was and watched the scene play out in front of him, was it, could it be, no way in... but yet she was, Liz Parker, Mrs. Perfect head cheerleader was asking out The Nerd himself Max Evans. Something was really wrong with this picture.

After he saw Liz leave he walked up to a stunned Max that seemed to be frozen.

"What the hell just happened?" Michael questioned, waving a hand in front of his friend's face.

Max shook his head and looked up at him. "I think Liz Parker just asked me out."

"On like a date." Michael asked shocked, though he had seen it happen.

"On like a date." Max repeated nodding his head in the affirmative.

"Wow." Michael said.

"Yeah."

"Well I guess we should get to class." Michael finally said.

"Yeah." Max replied. Still in his completely shocked tone.

Looking at his friend wearily Michael joked. "Can you walk or are you frozen in shock?"

Shaking it off, Max didn't even reply he just closed his locker and started walking to class.

Shaking his head Michael followed.

TBC