Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

2. Rich Damsel in Distress

The Apartment
Sunday afternoon
The Present (2008); Max is 23, Liz is 22

"I'm bored."

Max Evans raised an eyebrow and looked over at his best friend's sister, slowly tracing her very shapely legs from the tips of her toes as they touched the wall to the minuscule denim shorts she was wearing. His eyes traveled further down her body to her face, which was turning slightly red from all the blood that was rushing to her head due to her rather upside-down position.

"Watch some TV."

As if that was the most ridiculous suggestion ever, she expelled an extended, "Nooo."

"Eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"Go shopping."

"I'm broke."

Max rolled his eyes and went back to reading his magazine. "Right."

Silence.

Liz Parker groaned. "I'm sooo bored."

Max sighed. "Just find something to do instead of bitching about it."

"I don't know what to do," Liz whined.

A very confusing mixed feeling of irritation and amusement went through Max. He had been having a lot of those lately, where he couldn't quite pinpoint his relationship to Liz.

He felt like snapping at her at the same time as kissing her senseless.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts, and forced himself to return to the magazine.

A soft thump had him looking at her again, now finding her rolling off the couch. He felt a familiar heat flow through him as he watched her straighten her top and smooth her hair back.

The way she had been lying, with the soles of her feet planted against the wall, her hips pressed into the soft cushion of the couch and her head hanging over the edge of the couch, had made her face really flustered. That combined with her tousled hair had Max swallowing loudly.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Huh?" Max met her eyes, seeing the merriment there and immediately backtracked.

She just smiled sweetly and walked up to look over his shoulder. "Porn?"

"Funny."

"Like you don't have it under your bed."

"Have you ever looked under my bed?"

"Of course."

He frowned. "Why would you do that?"

"The best secrets are hidden under people's beds."

"Are they?"

He stared at her lips. She was so close.

Noticing where his eyes were directed, she inched even closer and slowly licked her lips. If he had been looking into her eyes, he would've seen the mischief in them.

His fingers itched to touch her. Just one time. Just to see if she was still as soft as he remembered.

"Max..." she breathed.

"Uh-huh," he whispered back.

"I'm bored," she said in the same tone of voice and then pulled back, a grin on her face.

He held back a groan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. "Study."

She laughed. "Is that your solution to boredom? Max, that sucks. You suck."