Email: DustyPink@hotmail.com Category: M/L, Zan Chapter 1 8 years earlier, 2002 She and her crew blew into The Crashdown and took the first booth farthest to the right, as usual. Max tried not to stare at her but was failing miserably, she was absolutely gorgeous. The only thing that brung down his high of seeing her again the first time this summer was that HE was with her, HE always was. Max tried to bite back his temper as he gided her onto his lap and gave her a thorough kiss on the lips, he felt ill. Max had thought he was over his jelousy and resentment of the other guy. He was, that is, until Liz came to town. Max didn't even try to get her attention, earn her affection, he knew he'd never get that over his big brother by 2 seconds. Whatever or whomever Zan wanted, he got, no questions asked, no thoughts otherwise. He'd always been the favorite son, the one with all the respect and all the girls. Max had always been pissed about that but came to a realization late one night. All the people who would choose Zan over him in a heartbeat, including but not limited to, his parents, the extended family, Liz, pretty much everyone, couldn't help it. He was the epitemy of the "Bad Boy." Hair in tall neon blue and green spikes, as many tattoos and peirceing allowed by law, that "I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck" attitude that everyone pretended they hated but knew deep down they loved, girls anyway. And when it came down to choosing between the all American Star QuaterBack and total the Badass, well, that really wasn't a choice was it? He realized the burgers he was grilling were burning and hurriedly turned them over. He couldn't afford to loose this job, he needed it, they needed it. The rent on the trailor was coming up and with his dad in a continual state of alcohol induced coma and Zan pretending as if they owned the fucking Ritz-Carlton, the bill fell to him, just as they had since he was 12. He looked up at Liz's laugh that was just a tad too loud and instead of seeing the girl on her brothers lap who was wearing a tight black corsette with a illegally short mini skirt and stilletto glittery heels, he saw the shy 12 year old she once was and still was. Not his brothers 17 year old creation, the girl he'd made grow-up way too fast. When he saw her hand drop to Zan's thigh he had to get out. He slipped into the dark breezy alleyway and dropped down the wall into a sitting position. He then brought his knees up and brought his hands around them. He was in love with Liz. Zan had always gotten everything hadn't he? Well maybe it was time for Zan loose.