Okay, new thread - and, alas, new favorite moments. See, I've been going through the RPG that Jen has so talentedly posted for all to see, and a lot of it is making me either laugh or cry. I'll start off with these (moments or quotes or thoughts in bold and color coded).

Michael - (thinking) Dammit. Breathe, Guerin! Inhale, exhale, inhale...

Oh my god!

Michael - "Oh, and for the record: I wasn't trying to get you to do an involuntary strip while you were unconscious, but maybe you should take those clothes off."

Maria - "Michael! I just don't understand you right now, and I'm not even going to try. It's obvious that you nor anyone else wants me around, that I can see, so I won't stand in your way any longer. Yes, Michael, I was attacked. I was snatched out of the bathroom window at school and beaten to an unconscious state. If I hadn't waken up and ran when I did, I would probably be dead. Are you happy now? All I do is defend you, and try to protect you, keep my mouth shut for you! I can't sit here and play pretend with you because all you do is shut me down over and over again. You're going to be alone for a long time, Michael, and let me tell you why. Because no one will ever love you as much as I do. And don't touch me. Ever. Again."

Storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her, Maria curls up on a chair in the corner and can't help but cry quietly, as to not wake up Max and Liz.

After about thirty seconds, Maria reconsiders. She's tired of being the victim in all of this. So, she storms back into the room she left Michael in, closes the door behind her, locks it, and proceeds to tackle Michael gently, pinning him to the floor by sitting on him, and looks him straight in the eye.

"No, you know what? I'm not going to sit here and cry my eyes out over you. I'm done. I'm also not going to sit here and pretend to believe you when you say you don't want to be with me. I know you do. I can feel it when I'm around you. The thing is, I can't just give up on you. If I do, we'll both be screwing ourselves over. I don't care what you are, what you do, where you live, or anything superficial like that. All I know is that I love you and I can't just let you go. I'm sorry. Hit me for it, scream at me, drop me off the edge of a cliff... I don't care. I'm not going to run anymore. And I certainly don't need you running from me. Not anymore. So be straight with me, spaceboy. No more putting up walls or lying through your teeth just because you want to protect me, or protect yourself. If being together puts me in danger, to hell with it. Only if it puts you in danger will I back off. But I need you to be completely honest with me, because you know I will do anything to protect you and it's all I ever want to do. I may be weak, and I may be a girl, but damn it, Michael... I love you."

Holy CRAP! I wrote that?!

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Max - "It was the greatest day of my life.. because of you. I have loved you all my life, but that that was the day I fell in love with you. It was the day I first touched you and the moment you first saw me... for who I really am. "

As I neared her I fell onto my knees in front of her as I continued...

"And everything after that; every smile I see across your face, every touch of your skin, every kiss of your lips, your hand in mine.."

As I spoke that I layed my hands over hers, bringing that faint purple glow back, smiling because that was what I missed.. her hands in mine. They belonged there. They could set my whole body on fire just by being there...

"It is what has brought me to life. The happiest I could have ever dreamed."

My fingers went up to touch her face- gently wiping away the tears that had stained her cheeks. How I loved touching her. She awakened every feeling inside of me. My hands then made their way to the top of her head, touching her hair- turning the strands from soaking wet back to the silky softness of dry hair. I then waved my hand over her cold damp uniform- instantly drying her clothes, as I kept talking...

"Whatever my future holds for me I know this much is true. You belong in it. Whether I die today or years from now, my destiny will still be the same... it's you. It will always be you because I want to be with you forever. I'm in love with you, Liz Parker. You're my soulmate... and that will never change..."

As I finished saying that last part, my hands drifted to that ratty dusty blanket wrapped around her and as I touched it- it transformed into a beautiful royal blue velvet cover.


See that?! Yeah! What a bunch of Max Oh, yeah, and Maria's standing there with this creepy old blanket and you can't make hers pretty too? Or even decent? Bastard

(edited to say...) AND you all left Maria with a T-SHIRT instead of drying her clothes too?!



That goes for everyone!

Let me just say, the other part turned me speechless. See Discussion Thread for further info.

DId I write that? I didn't even remember. I like it though.

I remember him having trouble breathing. DId he take off your clothes? Or was he trying to do so? Or why did he say he wasn't trying to get you to strip involuntarily? :thining Fried Brain, myself.

LMAO! Kinky. We should have sent him to practice back then at the cottage. Maybe then he wouldn't be this nervous.

Gotta agree with Spice on that one! Nervousness is never a bad thing. It's the number one signal that you care.

Oh yeah? Well, we feel the other way 'round, him and me.

Yeah, but Bunnie, I don't think it does any good to my already weakened state of sanity that I care about Michael so much. If he was nervous, I'd understand, but why the hell am I nervous, too? This is not right, I tell ya. Schizo-Land is calling me.

It does. Make me feel better. At least Spicy suffers too, that way I am not all alone. And of course you're right. It still isn't fair though.

That doesn't even barely cover it.

I think I'm on it now, though. I'm just wondering whether that's a good or a bad thing.

Yeah, see, I already figured that would be one of the bad aspects.

No sleep for me either. I'm still heading off to bed though. How friggin' ironic.