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“So what are you saying Max?” Liz snapped.

“Liz, I still love you.” He took her hands in his.

Liz shook her head no, “Uh, unh. It’s not going to be that easy this time Max.”

“Huh? Wait, you’re the one who lied.”

“You’re the one who kissed Tess.”

“I’m sorry I don’t see the difference.” Max shook his head and let go of her hands.

“Fine, pull away from me, that’s what you’re good at.” Liz stood up.

“Where are you going?” Max asked, anger seeping into his veins. He came to make things right and here she was telling him no. What was her problem? What did she expect of him? To be psychic? To be able to use his strange and unusual ‘Alien Power’s’ to know that she hadn’t really slept with Kyle? He was half human. Humans make mistakes, hell even Aliens do!

“Down stairs and out the door to the school. I have ‘Waiting For Odysseus’ play rehearsal.” She began to walk to the door.

“Liz stop.” Max grabbed her arm gently.

“What?” She responded looking anywhere but his face.

“I LOVE you. Rather you believe me or not. I’m coming for you. And I’ll do anything to make you believe me.” He leaned in and kissed her passionately. The sudden rush of images that shined through her blew Liz away. And just like that, it was over and he was out the window as if he were never even there. Liz shook her head and walked down stairs.

***

“Fair maiden why do you look so sad?” Maria teased, grabbing Liz by the hands and leading her back stage.

“Max.”

In one word Liz had explained it all to Maria. He was the only person --or non person, to make the lovely Liz Parker’s face fall in two seconds flat.

Liz explained everything of her and Max’s conversation right down to the bad ending where she walked away from him, tears in her eyes and all.

“Well that’s why we’re here anyways right? Non-Czech time remember?” Maria’s eyebrows rose, in a taunting way.

Liz nodded in agreement, “Yes ‘Helen’.” Liz smiled.

“Very well, ‘Penelope, daughter of Icarius and Periobea; the wife of the hero Odysseus, who we have yet to cast and, and great mother of Telemachus’.” Maria bowed, appraisingly.

“Ha ha, ‘Helen of Troy, daughter of Zeus and Leda, wife of Menelaus king of Troy, mistress to Paris.” Liz grinned, getting into character.

“Didn’t I have any kids?” Maria questioned.

“Don’t think so.” Liz shrugged, “Anyways we get to find out who will play your husband today.” Liz said excited.

Maria rolled her eyes, “Watch him be a total loser. Ugly and all.”

“Maria! Liz! Get out here!” Their teacher, Mrs. Martinez, yelled to them.

“Coming!” Liz shouted, throwing her tunic on and running with Maria to the stage.

“This young man will be your Menelaus Maria -- or do I mean, Helen.”

“Michael???” Maria and Liz replied together.

He shrugged, “I’m not going to let any high school drama nerd put the moves on my girlfriend.” He replied disgusted.

Maria crossed her arms; “This is theatrical art Michael, not some little scheme to keep an eye on me.” She huffed.

“Really? Than why did Max tell me that I needed to get my ass down here before they cast Mickey Fallen as your lover and we all know that he uses his tongue in stage kisses, and that he always tries to find something wrong so that you have to kiss over, and over again. Until he miraculously gets it right?” Michael then crossed his arms.

“Granted, “Maria made a face thinking about the creep Mickey, “But I thought that Ulysses was your all time favorite book? So why didn’t you cast the roll as Odysseus?” She ribbed him.