Break Me Gently | Part 1 »
Author: Phoenix82
Disclaimer: All the Roswell characters belong to Melinda
Metz, UPN and the rest of those people. But if I did own them… (Evil
smile) The song 'Break Me Gently' belongs to the Doves and can be heard
on their CD, Lost Souls
Rating: PG-13 for now NC-17 parts will be labeled
separately
Description: There's thirteen days to the wedding and
Liz's best friend is realizing that his love for Liz is a little more
than 'just friends' UC for now, but soon CC
Feedback: Pretty please. I need to know what I'm doing
right and wrong, so give it to me tough. Lol. (But not too tough, ok?)
Author's Notes: This story is based on my sister's
marriage last summer. I don't have her permission for this, but I'm a
wild woman, so…
Oh, also- at the moment the story is UC, but i promise it'll change
soon.
Part one
I blinked, the eerie, bluish light from the computer glowing in my
eyes even in the darkness. I had downloaded every song I could thing
of, visited every site I knew and responded to e-mails that had long
since gathered dust in my inbox. I was willing to do almost anything
that would keep my mind off what was happening in the next two weeks;
anything that would distract my mind enough to not think of her… with
him.
Flipping off the computer, my eyes scanned the room for something-
anything, to do. I lifted a picture of my best friend and me into my
hands, staring at it remorsefully. We looked similar, almost as if we
were siblings. We shared the same dark brown hair and eyes, wide smile
and strange sense of humor. I set it back down on my desk, my gaze
wandering to the tuxedo hung in my closet. It was so strange to me
thinking that no longer would we be 'Max and Liz.' No longer would we
be able to climb out of our windows and sneak through the hole cut in
the fence just because we had an amazing idea that couldn't wait until
the next day.
I thought back to when we were younger, when things were so much
simpler than being an adult. Back then our biggest worry was whether we
were getting a cookie or a pudding snack pack in our lunch. But now-
now life was complicated, serious, and more than anything, confusing; I
was confused about everything from what had been in the stew we'd eaten
just a few hours ago to what extent I loved Liz. I knew I loved her as
my best friend, my other half, but my heart was telling me it was more
than best friend. I covered my face with my hands, releasing a
frustrated sigh.
"You think you're stressed," I hear a familiar voice mumble from behind
me, and I spun in my chair to face Liz. She was sitting on my bed
dressed in her favorite pajama pants and a t-shirt I had gotten for her
from a concert we had gone to our junior year of high school.
"You have no idea," I replied, making my way through the dark room
towards her. I fell onto the bed beside her, resting on my back and
cradling my head in between my hands.
"Aww, tell me all your troubles," she said sympathetically, running her
fingers through my bangs.
I shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "It's not that big of a deal," I replied
and she rolled her eyes, slamming my stomach. "That, my friend, is a
lie," she told me, resting her head on my stomach. I bit my lip to keep
from releasing a groan as her soft hair brushed against my skin and she
curled up beside me, tweaking my ear with her foot. "Come on, tell me
what's really wrong."
"I don't particularly want to talk about it," I told her uncomfortably
and she pouted, crossing her arms.
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" she asked hopefully and
I chuckled. Marry me. Forget whatshisname, and take me as your lawfully
wedded husband.
"Not really."
"You sure?" she asked, her hand creeping up my side. I eyed her
suspiciously, inching away from her.
"Don't even try it," I warned her, and her face became illuminated with
her smile as her hands reached the spot she knew I was the most
ticklish in. She began squirming her fingers and I begged her to stop,
doing everything but biting her to cease her actions. As I inched
further and further away I neared the edge of the bed, still pleading
with her while trying not to awaken
everyone in the house.
"Tell me what's wrong or I won't stop," she said wistfully and I jumped
back, falling off the bed and bringing her with me, shaking the walls
as we fell. We became a pile of mixed limbs and uncontrollable
laughter, the sheets having become tied around us. As the laughing
subdued, she sat up a little, straddling my body as I steadied her with
my hands on her hips. "Tell me you love me?" she proclaimed teasingly
and I grinned, going along with her.
"I love you." I replied easily and she fell beside me, our breathing
still unsteady.
"I'm getting married," she breathed in awe, staring at the ceiling. I
exhaled, releasing the toxins from my body and wishing getting rid of
the wedding would be just as easy. She extended her hand out in front
of her, staring at the diamond ring adorning her finger. Her hand fell
on her stomach, the other becoming a pillow for her hand. "I'm getting
married Max." she repeated as if she had just realized that in a matter
of days she would become my sister-in-law. She rested her head on my
chest and my arm came around her back protectively as she closed her
eyes, biting her lip nervously.
Her eyes suddenly flew open and she sat up, pushing her index finger
into my stomach. "You have too much muscle," she decided, prodding me
again. To any other girl that would be a good thing, but Liz was
different. "It's too hard to be a pillow." I laughed, hoping she wasn't
serious. She rested her head on my stomach again, closing her eyes and
curling up to me as she had before.
"I love you Liz," I told her softly, kissing the top of her head. I
sighed, closing my eyes as well. I love her more than she'll ever
know.