Disclaimer- I do not own.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. I'm not known for humor, any suggestions would be great, and anyone willing to be my beta, please contact me, or say so in a review. thankyou to my one reviewer, id name you personally, however, i can't seem to find it, anyway...thanks, sorry about the blue eyes and guerin things, but to my defense, in the first book that the roswell series was based on, max did have blue eyes. but i know i know, this isn't about that. ok, thanks. and now, without further ado...my crappy story, chapter two.

Grocery Shopping and Alien Tomatoes

Chapter Two: Drama, Drama, Drama

Liz sat on her couch, the clock on the mantle read six fifty five. Why, oh why am I doing this? She thought, twirling her hair. Then the door opened, Liz caught a glimpse of dark hair, her heart raced.

"Liz, what are you doing?" Her father's disapproving voice slammed into her, the door echoed her shock. "Where are you going honey?" Mr. Parker asked again, kinder this time.

"Oh, um, I…I" Liz racked her brain for an excuse, a lie. Hanging her head she murmured. "I'm going to a party."

Her father sat down across from her. "Lizzy…" he sighed. "You have so much going for you…"

"I know dad."

"I just don't want you to…to loose you like I lost your mother and brothers."

"I won't do anything stupid." She said, her voice a bit defensive and she was sorry for that.

Her father shook his head. "You say that now, but peer pressure…"

"Dad!" Liz shifted uncomfortably as the doorbell rang. This time it was unmistakably the boy from the store, the one who's nametag read 'Max E.' "I'll be home at eleven, I promise." Standing she hugged him. "I'll come home." She whispered. Picking up her purse she opened the door and gave Max a winning smile.

Mr. Parker's shoulder's hung and he heard the door gently close after his daughter, without shame he put his face in his hands and prayed.

"You look nice." Max told Liz as they got into his jeep.

"Mm hmm, does this thing actually run?" she asked, cautious. The jeep looked as though it had seen better days.

"Ah, she don't look like much, but it'll get you where you need to be."

Or becomes your coffin. Liz thought wryly. She secured her seatbelt and glanced at Max. She'd always liked dark haired guys…her and Orlando Bloom had really hit it off, he was such a sweetheart…in her head. But in real life she had found her true love, and he had had dark hair, dark eyes, and a drop dead honest grin. Liz felt tears threaten she missed him terribly.

An uncomfortable silence was settled over them, much like the heat. Max, however, liked conversation. "So, what do you plan to study in college?"

"Oh, I haven't really decided yet." That wasn't totally true, but she didn't know him. I'll probably never see him after tonight anyway. Liz felt herself relax. "And what are you planning on doing?"

"Politics. It's a family thing. My dad's a lawyer."

"Oh." Well, that was short lived; Liz shifted her now tense shoulders.

Max looked over and grinned. "Hey, I know we can be pretty intimidating, but we are really puppies." He said with a laugh.

"Not in my experience." Liz said shortly.

Max nodded, interested, but…he eyed Liz up and down, no matter how interested, he knew she wasn't going to talk. So he switched subjects.

"I don't know anything about this girl who's party we're going to. So, if it is a bomb, don't blame me, okay?" His tone lightened the mood.

Liz grinned. "I won't make any promises, it sure is handy to have someone to blame."

"Ouch."

Not long after, Max pulled the jeep into a very wooded area and parked. "Well, here goes." He walked around then and took Liz's hand, helping her out.

"What a gentleman." Her sarcasm evident.

Max's eyes twinkled. "Just how I was raised."

"To deceive?" Liz asked, her eyes hard, but her voice light. Max stopped walking and looked into her eyes.

"Not everyone is out for themselves." He said finally, then turned and walked up onto the porch, opened the door for Liz, and they entered the party.

Everything was covered in dust, cobwebs, the décor was faded, the paint peeling off the walls. It was obvious that the Carleton place had been abandoned for some time, to be used for weekend parties and horny teenage couples.

Liz stuck close to Max as he walked through the mass of people with ease.

"Hey, you!" a voice unmistakably female called across the room. "YO! Newcomers!" Max and Liz stopped and turned. A blond female came weaving through the bodies.

"Hi. Maria DeLuca." She held out her hand and waited expectantly.

"Max Evans."

Liz shook Maria's hand, she felt comfortable around her. "Liz Parker."

"Well, well, well…" Maria turned back to Max but kept hold of Liz's hand. "One of the Evans, I suppose. Right jolly stuck up you bunch." With that, Maria turned and walked away, tugging Liz along with her.

Max's jaw remained on the floor as he watched the two girls disappear. What the hell? He thought. Two anti-max promoters in one day, both had just met him, and had instantly joined the opposite club. He frowned. Well, that sucks.

"Hey ya my man, where's that sexy little girl from the store?" Michael swayed into Max, a beer in his hand. "And might I add, that the drooling male is way out of style. Close your mouth." Michael shoved a beer into Max's hand and swayed a little bit. "Have you seen that chick who's throwing the party? What a babe! What an attitude." Michael concluded.

"That seems to be. Be back." Max shoved the beer back at Michael and took off.

"Where you going?" Michael asked, but was soon distracted. "Hey Courtney."

Maria sat Liz in a chair and seated herself across from her. "What an arrogant asshole." She said with a smile. Liz's eyebrows crinkled, her eyes full of laughter. This Maria was quite a character.

"He probably thought he could keep you all to himself this whole night, I bet he did." Maria continued. "Thinks he's all that because his family is the biggest thing around. Well, I couldn't have that, not when it was the new Drama major he was trying to corrupt." Maria smiled her one hundred megawatt smile.

Liz gaped. "How do you know that I'm a Drama major?" she asked.

Maria laughed. "Oh, well that's easy, I'm your roommate, I remembered your name, and they put all the drama majors in the same dorm…so, just a few brain cells was all it took to piece the puzzle together. And don't worry about them, those brain cells I mean, I didn't need them anymore."

Liz laughed, but her laughter was cut short when she saw a particular dark haired individual barrel his way toward them and he didn't look particularly cheerful.

"Oh boy." Maria said as the "Evans" stopped in front of them.

Max glared. "Oh boy?"

"Oh boy." Liz repeated.

Max's head turned to look at her, his eyes confused.

"Si, Senor stupido." Maria rolled her eyes as Max flashed her a look that said loud and clear 'back off'.

But that wasn't Maria's style and Mr. Hotshot would have to learn that. The hard way, Maria grinned.

"Who do you think you are, barging over here like you own the place?" Maria asked, her eyebrows raised, her legs crossed.

Max took a deep breath and prepared to deal with the hardheaded blond. Should be easy after all, he thought.

"I brought Liz here.." He didn't get to finish.

"Oh…I see, so you've claimed her." Maria nodded her head as if it all made sense. "She belongs to you now, I get it." Then her eyes hardened. "Well, guess what 'Mr. Hotshot I'm an Evans so I can walk all over everyone because I'm so much better than them', you aren't better than everyone, and Liz here, is my best friend, and she don't want to talk to you."

For the second time in his life, Max's jaw dropped, and for the last time, Michael happened to appear.

"Damn man, are you loosing your touch? I told you drooling male is waaaaayyyy out. Close your mouth man, if you wanna get the ladies, you have to be smooth." Michael slid into the vacant seat next to Maria.

"How ya doing darling."

Maria giggled, an exaggerated 'I'm a stupid big busted blond' giggle and twirled her hair, her eyes going big, her brain cells running out of her head. "Just fine. What's a nice strapping lad like yourself doing with a bozo like that?" She shrugged to indicate Max.

Michael turned to look Max up and down, then looked at himself. "Strapping I like that," he turned to Max again. "Bozo, me like that even more."

Everyone laughed except Max.

"Oh shut up."

Maria looked to Liz. "Drama, drama, drama."

Please review, i know that begging is beneath me, but gets on hands and knees please REVIEW! puppy eyes Here are the simple rules: 1> read story, 2> review, 3>if you review, i update. Got it, thats simple now isn't it? gets back on knees, clasps hands together Please review. Now I'm done begging, if you want me to continue, you will follow the above stated rules.

Thanks. Jess.