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Title: True Confession of Best Friends

Author:Lissalou72(mmcherron)


Rating: Adult

Summary: Liz has a hard life and finds comfort in the arms of a friend.I also want to put there is going to be Violence and sexual situations in here I'm sorry. but this first chapter is bad. It won't be like that on every chapter I promise.

Couples: Max and Liz this is AU fic. CC couples too.


Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or the character from the show so please don't try to sue me because I really don't have anything for you.

Authors note: Everyone this is my first time posting ever. So please be very nice on feedback. If you really dislike it or have a problem please fill free to pm me. I have never written Adult before so if it sucks I'm very sorry. I have been told that this kind of sounds like a fic called Broken wing or something. I can tell you that it is in no way like that fic maybe a little in the beginning so please don't get mad. I never read it before. I hope you enjoy this. It is going to tug at your heart.




I don't want to forget to thank my Betas for all their hard work. You Ladies are you best thank you(Babylisou, Dreaming In Purple, Strawberhy Shortcake) I also want to thank everyone who made me feel like I could do this.




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August 2004

Oh god! I think the flesh of my back is embedded into the door as he continues to slam into me. I have never felt this way before. I can feel him slide in and out of me.
I want to scream, yell.


“Please Max…!” I feel on fire, nothing has ever felt so good before, and I can’t get him deep enough, fast enough.


“Max please I need you...”


He doesn’t take much time to answer my demand and carries me deeper into the room; leaning forward, his arm swiped over the dining table and papers fly around us and onto the ground. He swiftly sits me down onto the table facing him and slides between my thighs once more.


I can feel his pulsating member hardening inside me, and I throw my head back screaming for more. My nails scrapped the tender skin of his back, his grunting sounds making me want to come right now and there. I open my legs even wider forcing him to plunge deeper and deeper into me.


I let out a demanding moan as I thrust my chest forward. He captures one of my hardened nipples into his mouth sucking with such force I could swear he was going to rip it off. I feel my head spinning on the verge of letting go, and I know he’s not far.



My fingers tangle through his hair, my grip tightening to hold him in place. It feels like I’m flying, like the world around me started spinning uncontrollably, as his teeth brushes against my breast.


I fall back on to the table pulling him down with me. I claw deep into his skin and the next minute I find myself screaming his name. I can feel his sweat dripping between our gyrating bodies.


I can’t talk, the only sounds escaping my lips are the moans matching his, but when I pushed against his shoulder he slides off me and flips me over with one easy motion like he could guess what I want at this very moment. And what I want is control.


All through this moment we never lose contact. I wish for a second he would stay here forever, buried deep inside me, my warmth surrounding him.


But I can’t stay unmoving too long, as I feel his own body reclaim what it desperately needs as he started moving under me. I match his movements, sliding up and down his sweaty chest, my hands glued to his hard muscles. Under my palm I can feel them contracting forcefully and it does nothing accept increase the pleasure I feel at that moment. I arch my back moving my hips, sending him deeper into me. I can hear him moaning throatily and chanting my name pleadingly. This just makes me want him even more.



He grabs my hips, helping me to keep up with each of his strong thrusts. I can feel my walls tightening around him and the hissing sound coming from him indicate he’s on the edge.
I scream desperately. It’s there, right there. Like a sinking feeling pulling you deeper. If only I could reach this place that sounds so attractive. Feeling my despair, he reaches between our bodies sending me over at the same time as him......





2 years earlier…

Have you ever had a moment in your life when you thought you were in love and nothing could break that up? When you were so happy nothing else seemed to matter?


I used to think that way, but I was rudely awoken. I've been slapped right in the face at too young an age. Don't get me wrong, Love is great, but I now know that the reality of the world doesn't allow soul mates. They are dreams, fantasies, and a figment of every young girl's imagination.


I never had to blame my hard childhood. I never even knew that a step dad wasn't supposed to touch you the way mine did. I thought all of my sisters were going through the same treatment: living hell under the roughness of his hands.


But the truth is, it has always been me… Only me... My older sister was old enough to avoid that painful childhood and was already out of the house before his tantrums could reach her ears. My younger sister was his daughter, the only one he ever loved. I was never envious, she had nothing to do with all the crap he put me through, and if I had had to receive twice the pain I feel just to protect her, I would have done it without a second thought. But the question remained: Why me?



One thing is for sure, if there was something out of place, wherever he was, wherever I was, at home, at school, I would pay for it, no matter what it was no matter the reason, it never failed.


When finally I was able to breathe, for an instant, a minute, I had such low self-esteem I never went very far. Back then I truly thought everyone was treated that same way I was in a really family, so why couldn’t I get through it? If everybody had to feel this way, why was it so hard for me?
That was until I had my first sleep over as a teenager…



I remember seeing for the first time how a real family acted, how every member interacted with each other in a harmony only love could build. That night I felt so out of place it scared me like nothing had before. I locked myself into a bathroom and cried for hours before my sister came to pick me up. But even when she asked, I didn’t utter a word. Never…



There had never been a time before that, I had never thought about ending this life that burdened me so much. I had closed up so tightly nothing could have broken through...
I believed I was bad, evil, that my destiny was to be punished my whole life. What other reason could explain such a twist of fate? In my mind, I was bruised, broken, dirtied. It was my fault, only my fault. But will I ever know the reason why?
I don't think I care anymore…


Back then, it sounded more like this secret I had to keep. Something I had to keep to myself. Who would care about me anyway? My Mom, she chose to ignore it, to close her eyes and avoid a brutal confrontation with reality, wishing maybe that it would disappear.


How was I supposed to deal with all of this on my own? I was just a teenager, and even before that just a lost little girl. How could I know better than what they had taught me? This is part of the little I know: I couldn’t, I couldn’t get past the pain and hurt, the confusion and roughness. All our life, we are taught to trust our parents, the head of authority. But when there is no authority to trust, when there is nobody to teach you, you get lost. I wasn’t that unlucky. I had a path of truth, a model to follow. He was the one to trust for me.



Max was my best friend. From the moment we were conceived, the moment we were born, there was nothing to keep us apart. He was the one here when I was scared or alone, when I was lost and dazed by my twisted reality.


Everything we did, everything we went through as kids, we went through it together. We played together, got lost and got found together, got in trouble together. In his eyes, I was just as special as he was to me.


It was just natural when in 8th grade, he asked me out to the school dance. But what I thought was exciting, turned out to be the turning point to hell… I ran home that afternoon to the rough man I had to call my dad, and ask for permission. I was happy and eager to call Max, to tell him I would be there.


But only good girls, pretty girls got to go to the school dances, and according to my step dad, I wasn’t one of them. I tried my best to work it out in my mind; why did Serena get to go and not me? ... I shouldn’t have...



I was grounded for a month, stuck at home for several days with a deep purple bruise on my cheek, the remains of his tight fist meeting the tender skin of my cheek. When it happened I was naïve enough to think that his knuckles would stay embedded into my skin forever. But there never was a trace left for the world to see.


But what was the world for a 13-year-old little girl living in Roswell? For me, the answer was simple: Max was… But that night, I was told not to ever see him again. I was forbidden to talk or have any other encounters with him.



The day I went back to school, I found myself avoiding Max, aware of his confusion yet not daring to explain. I couldn’t. I begged him to leave, to stay away from me. I was breaking up inside. How was I supposed to get through life without him? How was I supposed to live after sending away the only person I had ever trusted? But the fear of seeing him hurt was stronger. I couldn’t take the risk of witnessing my dad’s threat realized. “If he gets near you again I’ll kill him.” His strong, deep voice resonated through my mind for days.



For the rest of the day I was like the walking dead. Every single feeling that once inhabited my soul had flown away. I sat in class, a fake smile plastered on my lips for when the teachers called on me… I would have comforted Max; tell him everything was ok, if I hadn’t been too scared. But instead, I chose to hide and cry.



I stayed away from him for 2 years. Those were the 2 longest years of my life. I watched him from afar, always knowing what he was up to. Attending his football games, his practice sessions. There was never enough time to spare for him.


After a while, I was able to talk my dad into letting me join the cross-country team. I was never to talk to anyone and I had to be home on time. As long as I had the house clean and I had straight A's it was ok. And I was thankful for the distraction. At least, when I was running, nobody could touch me, nobody could see through me. I was another meaningless face in a crowd of people.



But some things never change… When you think the fight is over, when it’s time to rest the weary hearts and breathe the fresh air, when finally you let go of your defenses, that’s when the storm hits, when life stabs you in the back with a sharp knife, reminding you of who you are and where you belong…


It happened on a Friday night, the cool air of a November’s breeze had rushed me home faster than normal, and as I tried to catch my breath making my way into the dark house, my heart froze at the sound of deep throaty laughter coming from the living room. They were all there, my step dad and his friends, all bikers, dark beard and scary tattoos coloring their tan skin.



It took several minute for me to realize I was alone but it was too late to turn around, I would be in more trouble if he found out I hadn’t been back in time. So I made my way to the silent comfort of my room, cuddling against one of the walls in the darkness, hoping to be invisible. I needed to disappear, even for just a little while.
It is not long before I heard two dense familiar footsteps in the hallway getting closer and opening my door, letting in a line of light through to slit. I hold my breath praying for him to just go away. But god never heard my prayers so I just clasped my hands together, closing my eyes tightly. I thought that maybe if I stayed perfectly still no one would notice me, and he’d leave.



My door kicked open brutally and I jumped when it banged against the wall. One strong hand grabbed my arm and my eyes closed tight as I waited for what I knew was to come. Finally, I found the strength to look up at him with tears in my eyes, silently pleading for his mercy. Shaking my body effortlessly he threw me against the wall.
“Why the fuck were you hiding in your room when we have company?” his voice is harsh and his rough skin tickled my nose when he leaned over, his alcohol filled scent surrounding me, blinding my senses. I could feel his hot breath on my neck while his lips moved whispering against my ear. Taking hold of my neck, his fingers pulled at my hair when he dragged me out of the room. I looked down at myself eventually acknowledging the little clothes I was wearing: just a sports bra and a pair of shorts. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but his large hands slapped against mine as he laughed his voice rising threateningly.



"Now Liz you know I hate that when you do that." I cringed internally. I wanted to dig his eye out with my thumb, grab the knife on the kitchen table and stab his chest; it took every ounce of willpower and his hands still gripping mine tightly to hold me back.

Once again, I gathered my strength and looked up into his eyes, telling him softly to please let go. His fingers tightened and his knuckles slammed right across my face.

“Fuck you!” The words are out of my mouth before I can hold them back.
The anger reflected in his eyes but it’s too late to panic. He balled his hand in a fist and punches me in the nose. Once, twice … I stopped counting when I blacked out. I could feel him shaking me around. The warm liquid running along my cheek is blinding me and I’ve no idea where the blood is coming from anymore. In a last attempt to defend myself I cried desperately.
"Dad....... Please........ I will be good just give me a minute to clean up, Ok..... "



I was actually surprised when he agreed and didn’t waste time making my exit, but not until after he reached up and grabbed both of my breasts with his rough hands and squeezed them tightly... too tightly…
I felt sick when I walked into the small bathroom. I hurt everywhere, and winced at the deadly face looking back at me in the mirror. Was that really me? What had I become? What would I become?



I looked around for anything that might save me from the hell coming tonight. I knew it too well and panic rose in me at the thought of what was to come. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. My shoes were still in the bathroom and I hastily put them on. My movements are frantic and my gaze settled on the cold still night feeling inviting, waiting for me outside.



My eyes turned to the door as I slid one leg through the window. I couldn’t take anymore. I wanted better for my life. I never asked for this. In one swift motion I hoped out the window and fell soundlessly to the ground. Jumping up quickly, I took off running into the night.



I had no idea where I was going until I recognized the familiar sight of Max’s house. How fast did I run? Did he already notice I was gone? I couldn’t care much, I had to find a place to rest and my feet had brought me there, to the one and only place my heart had ever found what it was seeking peace and safety. I closed my eyes, hoping, praying he hasn’t forgotten. That, the sleepless nights thinking of him weren’t for nothing. What if he did? Would he want to see me, to talk to me?



I leaned against the wall right across from his window trying to catch my breath and stop the tears from running down my cheeks and tickling my wounded face. I didn’t want to be heard; I just wanted to stay there, not to far from him, wishing his presence would keep my shattered soul from falling to pieces.



I don’t know how long I stayed there, cuddled under his window, sobbing and hiccupping, before he found me. I felt strong arms picking me up from the ground, and fears rushed through me when I didn’t recognize his face through my blurred vision. I kicked and screamed trying to loosen the tight grip on my arms.



”Please, don’t! Please… no more…” My voice shook desperately and his fingers released my frantic body only to graze my face between his palms. My eyes tried to focus on the face looking back at me.



”Liz its Max, look at me...” His voice was calm and soothing, and I froze my flailing legs stopping their movement, and the next thing I knew I slumped against his chest, sobbing and hiccupping.
What happened to me? What happened to the little girl I used to be?






TBC…

Oh Lissa,

great, I love this one

Author notes: I want to thank Ann(BabyLisou) who is like the other half of my brain. She is always there when I need her. She knows how I feel about everything. Thank you so much because without you I really don’t think I could have done this. She has helped me re-write things that were to hard for me. You are a great friend and writer.


Author notes: A huge thanks goes to Tuesday(dreaming in purple) for staying up late with me these passed two nights trying to help me get all the bugs out. I couldn’t get all the paragraphs out right. I’m so bad in grammar. Tuesday you are a great friend and I hope to be friends with you until tell we are old and gray. Tuesday you are the best.


Author notes: I also want to thank Steph(strawberhy shortcake) for brain storming with me for the future chapters. All of you are very important to me this fic wouldn’t be as good as it is if it weren’t for all of your help love you all girls and thank you from the bottom of my heart.




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Chapter 2


Max

Present time 2004



So here I am, standing in front of UCLA, hands tucked in my pockets, looking up at this monstrous building. I sling my bag over my shoulder and make my way inside, followed by my life long friend Michael Guerin.

I can't believe I actually got in. I never thought it would happen but when I got the admission letter it was like a dream come true. My parents were so proud of me, and shocking enough, so was my sister Isabel. I’m going to miss them, heck I’m even going to miss Isabel’s bitchy attitude. Poor Alex, I left him in charge but I know it was no gift…

We walk past a line of closed wooden doors, up some stairs, and down this long hallway before finally reaching the entrance of the dormitory I’m registered in. A couple of broad shoulders boys wearing football uniforms pass us by, talking animatedly as we walk in.

There are loud whispers as we enter and several gazes focused on us. I noticed a couple of girl giggling next to me and Michael makes a show of winking playfully their way.

“Hey Max, Michael! You guys are here!” The young man I met just a few months ago the first time I visited the University is walking towards us. He’s the RA for our dormitory. He seems to be a couple of years older than us, but his friendly smile reassured me immediately.

“Hey, there!” I shook his outstretched hand. He shows us to the room Michael and I will be sharing for the next 4 years. I watched as Michael starts throwing his stuff out of his suitcase in every direction. What the heck was I thinking living with Michael; he is such a pig. Man what I would do for my mom to be cooking dinner for me right now. I think I’m home sick already.

I’m standing here, but I almost can’t get myself to except that my life is here in this school right now. Since I left Roswell I feel like a big piece of me has been missing. And trying to talk about it with Michael is out of the question. He'd just laugh at me and tell me to shut up. And yet those torturous thoughts of home and how I hurt Liz haunt me day and night.

I did the most stupid thing you can do when you care about someone. I trusted my friends more than her. I can’t believe how lame I acted, and to be honest, I don't blame her for not talking to me anymore.

The only girl that I ever loved, the keeper of my heart and soul, is now out of my life forever. I can’t help thinking I should have known better… Geez, who am I kidding? I did know better. Yet, I still hurt her more than anyone else ever had.

I use to know everything about her. I knew her better than anyone else. From that night she showed up at my window two years ago until recently, we hadn’t been apart. She told me everything. Things I ignored… or at least things I thought were convenient to ignore at the time.

When she came back into my life it was heart wrenching and a dream come true all at the same time. Having to listen to everything she had been through over the years was more torturous than anything, but I wouldn’t have traded that time with her for anything.

That night I swore to myself I would never let anything happen to her again. That no one would ever hurt her again. But in the end, it was me. I was the one that shattered what was left of her broken heart.

I know I should try and forget her, try and live my life like Liz Parker had never existed…. But I can't. The image of her face when I pushed her away is burnt into my brain. I still feel the pain of that moment every time I think of her, like a vicious punishment for what I did. I know I’ll be reliving it for the rest of my life.

What I did to her was unforgivable. I made her feel used. Dirty. Like a piece of meat. Being scared was no excuse. The fact is I was showing off for my friends. Stubbornly I was refusing to look vulnerable in front of them. It wasn’t worth it, because look at me now. I’m miserable, depressed, and my regret us eating me alive. I’m so hopeless I get her out of my mind.

I knew Liz's darkest secrets, she didn’t even have to tell me and I knew them. I knew that her dad did unspeakable things to her. Beat her for not living up to his unattainable standards. For not being the prefect daughter he wanted. He was so proud of his other two daughters, but Liz he beat and degraded. I knew that she was living a lie, pretending her life was perfect. It was so unfair. She is the kind of person that would go out of her way to help people. She didn’t deserve to have a man like him raising her.

We had known each other all our lives, but in the 8th grade I started noticing her acting strange. Suddenly she would be absent from school for 2 or 3 days, sometimes more and would always avoid giving me an explanation. She had bruises and cigarettes burns on her arms, bumps on her forehead, split lips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was doing this to her, but I never had the guts to do anything about it. So when she started hiding from me, when she told me to stay away from her, I didn’t push. I wish I had though. I could tell she wanted me to help her, that she wanted me in her life, but I was scared shitless of what might happen to her if went against her will… or the will of the person who told her to stay away from me. Her words had been telling me one thing, but her eyes were telling me something else. The sparkle in her eyes started dying that day, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.

She wouldn’t speak to me for the next two years. All that time away from her. She hid in corners watching me, watching over me… while I should have been watching over her instead.

I did everything in my power to stay away from her, but I did stay close enough to keep a watchful eye without her noticing. I saw her everyday at school and I had to fight to urge to talk to her, or wait for her at her locker, and especially to walk her home. She switched from our Biology class to History. It was the only class we shared together. But I didn’t give up.

When the week would end, I’d follow her to her house; I wonder if she ever noticed because she always seemed to take the longest way to get there… or maybe she was just scared, and didn’t want to go back to where she was always afraid.

I watched her sitting by her windowsill, crying, wishing I could just walk through this dreaded place and take her away from all pain. I wish I could do more than sit and watch. Sit and watch as she looked up at the sky, praying on glowing stars, to a God I knew she had barely ever believed in.

I caught her watching me a few times. She’d blush and quickly look away. This one moment that I saw her is forever imprinted in my memory. She was sitting on a bench, in the park near the school. Her eyes were closed and her chin was propped in her hand, and she seemed lost in her own little world. She looked so peaceful just sitting there soaking up the sunrays.

Michael must have noticed I had zoned out looking out the window and threw a pillow at my head. “You’re doing it again.”

I looked over at Michael feeling slightly ashamed at being caught zoning over Liz again, and can’t make eye contact with him.

“Max, Liz told you she never wants to talk to you again. She said to just leave her alone. So, why can’t you just get over it already are you that hopeless?!” He shook his head, rolling his eyes at my broody attitude.

“C’mon Max! You fucked up. She doesn’t want to talk to you. Get over it!" He always seems to get a sadistic pleasure in reminding me what I had done and the consequences of my actions toward Liz.

"Fuck you Michael! What the hell do you know anyway?” I snapped angrily. He shouldn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. He knows how much I messed up because he was there. But I regret everything I did. He just doesn’t seem to register this last part.

“I love her, Michael! I still love her, and there is nothing I can do to get her back now. I know I messed this up myself, but I just wish she’d give me a second chance." I slumped on the bare mattress in the corner, resting my head in my hands, feeling tired and weary.

Shit what was I thinking making such a big scene in front of everyone that night? Why couldn’t I just walk away? I could have talked to her in private, but no I had to play it wild and make it loud. I was stupid to listen to everyone else. I should have listened to my heart.

I didn’t realize Michael had started talking again until his piercing words caught my attention. He’s right though, he’s only telling me the truth.

"No, Max. I do know. That night you said some pretty mean shit to her. What did you think she was going to do? Tell you that she forgives you and take you back, just like that? I know I don't know the whole story, but what you’re going through right now you did to yourself. You dug your own grave man! You need to deal with that shit and move on.” He speaks animatedly.

I know he’s right. Take notice America, Michael Guerin is a smart man! I should listen to what he has to say more often. I shouldn’t have hurt Liz the way I did. I brought all this on myself. I have no right to complain now. No right to pull out the victim card. But, even still…

“I can't do let her go.”

I’ve to be honest with myself; there is no way I will ever get over Liz Parker. I knew in my heart along time ago that Liz was it. She was the one I was living for, the one I had waited for and now will regret losing forever.

I am just a teenager. I was scared of the shadow of an uncertain future. I didn’t know what I wanted out of life. I still don’t know. The only thing I was ever sure of was Liz Parker. She was the constant in my life, my anchor to the world. No matter how far apart we were, or how long the separation lasted, she was the only one for me.

Now my future is upon me, and without Liz it doesn’t even make sense anymore.

“C’mon man, it’s time to start putting yourself back together and starts living again. Forget the girl already. It’s obvious you’re not going to see her again anyway.”

“I’m never going to forget her Michael, that’s the problem. She is my soul-mate don’t you understand? She’s the other half of me.”

“Max, you’re so hopeless. There is no such thing as soul mates, you wuss. Besides, I got you a date tonight. She is a little hottie. You gotta tap some of that ass. She has boobs for days. I think you are going to love them. Her name is Tess.” Michael smiled and rubbed his hands together manically at the mention of the girl’s boobs. “We are double dating, so hurry your sappy ass up and get ready before Maria gets here. You know how she gets if she has to wait. Get a move on Max.”

“Michael, I don't date you know that. So don’t start. Especially right now, it’s definitely not a good time.”

“Fine! But then I’m letting you deal with Maria. You’re telling her you’re canceling. She’s gonna freak.” He holds his hands up in the air, before sitting beside me on the bed and put a hand on my shoulder. “You need to try and have some fun, Max. Come with us.” He nudged me with his elbow trying to get me to get moving. “Go ahead and get dressed. They’ll be here any minute now.”

I watched him go to his own suitcase and pull out a green shirt and a clean pair of jeans. “Hurry up Maxwell!” He turns around, looking me straight in the eyes.

“You owe me big on this one, Michael and you know it,” I groan. I point a finger to him, challenging him as he smirks back at me.

I looked through the pile of clothes in my suitcase, and pull out a yellow sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I need something that will keep this bimbo out of my pants.

A minute later, I’m coming out of the small bathroom I share with Michael and catch a glimpse of the blond woman sitting on my bed. God, it’s even worse than I thought. Doesn’t Michael have taste? I know Maria does, but obviously she found him, not the other way around.

Oh, shit I hate that look Maria is giving to me. I hope Michael can control his girl tonight.

“Maxwell Evans, what do you think you’re wearing?” She looks at me with those eyes, her hands on her hips, her lips pursed defiantly. I wince internally, turning around to walk back into the bathroom and put back the black shirt I was wearing earlier. No way am I confronting Hurricane De Luca again.

“Finally” Maria screams “We have been waiting forever. Max I want you to meet someone. This is Tess, my roommate.”

Holy shit those things are huge! I wonder if they are fake? How could someone so tiny have such big boobs? I have to repress a giggle. This girl does have some guts wearing this dress. It shows almost everything.

“Hi, Max nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you.” Tess squeaks. “I will be very happy to show you around, if you know what I mean.”

“Ok guys, we are going to be late for dinner so let get a move on, I’m hungry.” Michael stated, already taking a hold of Maria’s hand and dragging her through the open door.

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I can’t believe I’m here. I mean come on, Tess is so not even my type; Blonde hair, short, prefect nails, huge boobs, big blue eyes. What was that boy thinking? My type is long, silky, brown hair, big brown eyes, olive skin, cute smile that brightens up the gloomiest days. Shit I’m doing it again. I better snap out of it before Michael notices or I’m up for another lecture. I at least need to act like I’m having some fun.

“So, Tess where are you from? What are you studying in school?” I ask tightly, plastering a fake smile on my face.

“I’m from around here actually. I grew up in LA. If you need a tour guide, I’m your woman.”

Yeah right, I fight the urge to roll my eyes knowing exactly where this little tour party would end. Her bed is definitely not somewhere I want to be.

“I’m not too sure of a major yet. I just figure since my parents are paying for it, I might as well go to college.”

I will do anything to have this crazy date to end. Do I really have to eat with her? I hope I make it through the whole dinner with out wanting to choke her. Can she be anymore shameless? I can almost see one of her boobs popping out of her dress. Shit, I really need a drink.

I order a beer, and then another. Every time sending Michael warning glares so that he would keep his comments for himself. I just can’t take any of his sarcasm right now. He is the one who stuck me with Miss Boobsy Bimbo after all.

I think the night drug on purposely, just to see me suffer. I think I also might have had a little bit too much to drink, because Tess’s voice doesn’t sound like nails scratching down a chalkboard anymore. My vision started to get blurry and I fought to stay awake.

“Max! Hey Max! Man, are you ready to go home?”

“Come on, I think you’ve had enough to drink. Let get you home and in bed.”

I feel his arm slides around my back, pulling me up as he dragged me out of the club.

TBC…

I think I also might have had a little bit too much to drink, because Tess’s voice doesn’t sound like nails scratching down a chalkboard anymore.

That was hilarious!

Very interesting story, Lissa. Poor Liz, growing up that way. She's had a hard life. Her father here sounds as bad as Hank, maybe worse.