| Title: Never Cared Too Much For Love Author: Nikki Email: nikki0675@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I do not own any of it. Summary: Michael and Liz's POVs. Category: AU Mi/L of course!!! Rating: R I think Author Notes: This is my first fanfic, so I insist on fb. Good or Bad. PROLOGUE I put the last of our bags in the trunk of our car. Roswell, NM here we come, I think bitterly. I can't believe that my parents, Philip and Diane Evans are actually going to move to a small hick town like that. What are they thinking? Then again, it is my entire fault. It's always my fault. I'm the youngest of three. There is Isabel, who is the oldest by 1 year. She's the only one in this family who's actually happy that I'm even in this world, much less this family. Then there's Max, he's the middle child, only older then me by 2 months. He's the golden boy, the son that can do no wrong. The one who if he could have it his way, which most of the time he does, I wouldn't be a part of this family. Then there's me, Michael, the worst mistake my father thinks he ever made. Who am I to judge? I'm the one who's causing us to move to Roswell. You see, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. My father, being the most prestigious lawyer in New York City, couldn't bear the embarrassment his son and his delinquent friends had caused him in his hometown. We couldn't have that. Who cares what happened? I mean I lost my only genuine friend in this big city, who didn't judge me because of my last name. Nicholas was the only person who actually cared what happened in my life besides Isabel. It didn't matter; he had 2 strikes against him. First, he wasn't part of an esteemed family, and second he was my friend. We're now on our way to Roswell, New Mexico. I wonder what's in store for us there. Isabel is in the back sitting in the middle talking to Max. I'm looking out the window thinking about Nick. I can't believe he was killed over a girl. A girl. He said he loved this chick, but what is love? I sure as hell don't believe in it. Look where love got Nick. This chick, Ava, left her man for him. Nick didn't realize that her ex was psycho. One night we were just out and about, then this car drove by and started shooting. I yelled for Nick to get down. I saw him go down. When the car finally drove away, I went over there to check on him. He wasn't answering me. There was blood everywhere. He died in my arms that night. The police took me home. My father freaked when he saw the officer escorting me to the house. It didn't help matters that I had blood all over me. I swear if I wasn't in shock, I would have loved to see the look on his face. They only told him that they were finished with me, and I was cooperative by answering all their questions. When they left that's when all the yelling began. I just turned my back to him and went upstairs to shower. Believe me, after that night I don't think I've had a good night's sleep since. Maybe Roswell will help me get my mind off of things. My stomach growling wakes me up from my trance. I look over to my right and see Isabel smiling. "Don't worry. Daddy is getting off the next exit to find someplace to eat," Isabel says in between laughter. I gently elbow her and roll my eyes. I can tell she's worried about me. She's the only one that knows what happened that night. She's the only one that notices that I haven't slept, and when I do, I wake up yelling. I've been distant ever since that incident, but then again I've always kept to myself. Max on the other hand is pissed at me because I'm the one making him relocate to another place. My father finally finds a place that's decent enough to stop at to dine, Outback Steakhouse. We eat and get back on the road. I just stare out the window not really looking at anything. Thinking it should have been me. PART 1 As the last bell rings signaling the end of class, I rush to my locker, relieved that school is over. I'm putting my last book into my backpack when Maria, my best friend for years, hurries to her locker, which is right next to mine. She asks me, "So, Liz are we going to the club tonight?" I look at her and roll my eyes. "What do you think?" I reply sarcastically while I close my locker. Just as we are about to leave, Doug approaches us and greets both Maria and I. I smile and reply, "Hi Doug." While I grab Maria's elbow and retreat towards the school's exit I yell, "Bye Doug." When we are out of earshot from Doug, Maria stops and announces that I was rude. "How could you do that to him? He is so sweet and he likes you a lot. You should give him a chance. He could be the 'one,'" Maria states while using her fingers to represent quotation marks. I look at her with my hands folded across my chest. "What is the 'one'?" I ask, imitating her. "You know, the one you'll fall madly in love with. You know, true love. Are any of these things registering in that cynical heart of yours?" Maria asks sarcastically. I look her in the eyes and start laughing out loud. I must be laughing louder than I intended to because people are starting to glance my way like I've lost my mind. I notice Maria standing there with her arms folded across her chest waiting for me to stop. I finally compose myself, "There is no such thing as true love. I don't even think love exists at all," I state assertively. "Aren't you being just a little cynical, Ms. Parker?" Maria inquires warily. "No, I'm not. I don't believe there's such a thing as love. The public only uses the word to commercialize for sales." I utter irritably. We continue to walk towards the exit in silence. Not liking the silence, I ask Maria, "What time are you picking me up tonight?" "I was thinking about 8 o'clock," replies Maria. I shake my head and say, "Pick me up at 10. I should be finished with my homework by then." "You do remember this is a school night, right?" Maria shrieks. I roll my eyes at her in response. "I know, that's why I'm leaving after I finish my homework," I state flippantly. "Not all of us have the luxury of their parents being out of town," Maria retorts. "Just tell Mrs. Deluca that you're spending the night at my house," I mumble. "God, Liz, you of all people should know she's going to freak. She wants me at home where she can see me by 11 on a school night." "Maria, now you're freaking. Calm down," I state, perturbed. "You have a test in Chem. tomorrow, right?" Maria nods in response. "Okay, then tell your mom that I'm going to help you cram, so you don't fail." Maria is about to interrupt, but before she can, I rush on to say, "You also have an extra credit project that's due on Friday and you don't want to wait till the last minute, especially since I said I'm willing to help you tonight and tomorrow." Maria smiles. Seeing that she's about ready to cave, I continue to say, "Your mom knows I passed Chem. with flying colors last year, and that I had the same teacher as you do now. She won't be able to say no, especially if she wants her daughter to pass the class with a high C." Maria sighs in response. Then silence. She's probably thinking over what I just said. She then nods her head and smiles. "That would work," she says excitedly. I just look at her and shrug. "You know the only reason why I'm still allowed to hang out with you is because you're a straight A student, and the teachers and the principal love and adore you." I just shrug my shoulders in response again. "How does it come so naturally for you?" Maria asks discouraged. "If you would pick up a book once in a while you'd probably pass high school with a high C average," I answer playfully. "You should talk. How many hours do you dedicate to studying alone? I mean, if you're not out partying, you're working at your parents' store. Not only that, but you go to those stupid little karaoke pubs and sing all night, and you still get A's. I don't get it," Maria replies confused. Realizing her frustration, I try to lighten the mood so I wink at her and say, "You just have to learn how to keep your priorities straight. Before I do anything fun, I make sure I give my brain the right amount of nourishment. That way I don't have to feel guilty when I'm having fun," I state matter-of-factly. "By the way, those karaoke pubs you mentioned are not stupid. I'm able to do something that I enjoy. So don't take that away from me," I say, a little hurt and angry because she should know how much I enjoy singing. Trying to make up for what she said, she asks "Are you bringing a date with you tonight?" I glance over my shoulder and smile, "No, but if there's someone there who is attractive, sexy, and a skillful dancer then he'll be my date." I smile when I see her roll her eyes and she shouts loud enough for me just to hear, "Slut!" I just laugh and yell, "You're just jealous," as I continue to walk toward my brother Alex, who is waiting for me by his car. Maria shouts, "I'll be at your place at 6," and laughs as she walks towards her own car. ************************************************************************ "We are now entering New Mexico," bellows Philip Evans. Everyone starts to groan. "How much longer to Roswell, Daddy?" Isabel asks, who seems to be getting restless. "We should be at our new home in no more than 2 hours, right Dad?" states Max. I just roll my eyes. I'm so glad we are almost there and out of this car. If I have to stay in this car and listen to Max kiss up to our father one more time, I'm gonna jump. This heat is making me irritable, and it doesn't help that my legs feel like they are about to fall off from staying in the same position. I try to clear my mind and continue to look out the window. As I do, I see a vast expanse of empty desert. At least, I can go someplace where no one will be able to find me. I wonder what Roswell will have to offer? I guess all I can do is wait. Maybe this place will help stop my nightmares. I'm so tired, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is everything that I should've done and didn't. It seems so quiet here. I wonder if the quiet is better? I guess I'll soon find out. |