Change By Naughtee Nic (n_cocko@hotmail.com )
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DISCLAIMER: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t sue. All you’ll get is a couple of Roswell
books and a few Buffy videos.
CATEGORY: uh, Max, but any coupling M/L
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Max’s thoughts right before Liz gets shot
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Hi. This is my first fic. Feedback please!
God, she’s beautiful. Her brown hair, tied up, with her tacky waitress uniform, her antennae headband. Her small frame. Every bit of her. She was goddess material from head to toe. They still haven’t picked it up. Why else would I insist we come here to eat every time? Only to stare at my own Aphrodite. No, she was higher than Aphrodite. She was sweet, funny, kind. And her beauty was just amazing. She was perfect in every way. Except for the fact that she was taken.
Sure, Valenti treated her good, but I would treat her better. I would risk my life for her. Valenti took her for granted. She was just another number, in his quest to have dated the most number of girls. But she meant more than that to me. I loved her. She was the reason I enjoyed going to school. It wasn’t to expose my mind to a world full of knowledge, or to socialize with friends. It was the fact that I would see her everyday. But even if I did stand a chance, there was still that little problem of me not being from the same planet as my little goddess. We were too different. Not two different races, but two different species. A whole other type of creature. Everytime I see her, I long to kiss her. To hold her hand and laugh and hug and do other lovey-dovey things. But I can’t. And that hurts. So I have to settle for now. Who knows, maybe something will change. Yeah, right. Nothing ever changes in Roswell. There is never an opportunity to change. And why would Aphrodite herself want anything to change? She was happy. I’m happy that she’s happy, but I want to share that happiness with her. I want to share everything. But even if she did want to get to know me, she couldn’t. She might find out the truth. And she will be disgusted. Now, when I look into her eyes, I see kindness towards me. If she ever found out, that kindness would be replaced with disgust. And fear. But I wish things could change. What I really want the kindness to be replaced with love. The same love I have for her. I want her to be part of us. I want to proudly say ‘I’m Max Evans, boyfriend of Liz Parker’ But that day will never come. Nothing will change. I will spend my whole life yearning for Liz Parker. The only thing that might even remotely change, now, is that Liz might actually say something to me. But nothing will change. Not even anything little. Yep, I’m doomed to have unrequited love for Aphrodite herself. Things will stay the same. Nothing will change. Was that a gunshot?