They Met On The Dance Floor

M&L and others at some point
Rating~ PG for now
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of the characters.
However, this is based on a True Story. Enjoy!

Rabbit's Note~ Well, as I sit up in the wee hours of the morning waiting to go to sleep, I figure, Why not? Therefore, Read at your Own Risk as I am not a writer nor do I intend on writing any other's. Please forgive all grammer, punctuation, short sentences & whatnot errors. For those that started with the Should of Been; I've long given up on that and so this is the rewrite.

Chapter One

"Beep, beep, beep," the alarm clock sounded. Liz rolled over to see the display; 6:15 am. "Ugh" she mumbled and rolled back over. "Beep, beep, beep" it sounded again ten minutes later. "I'm up already" she growled as she crawled out of bed dreading the day before her.

Her first day as a sophmore in a new school, new town, new city, hell halfway across the world it seemed. From everything she once knew yet barely knowing a thing. She had just moved to California a month ago to live with her father whom she had never really known. Her mother was a whole different story. She had lived with her and her cocaine addiction all of her life and the effects of not truely understanding her mother at any given point. She had finally acknowledged she needed help, which was a great thing except for the part where she was sending Liz to live with her father. So her mother ended up in some hospital and she hasn't heard from her since she left. She felt as if she had no one. No one close. No one to depend on. To talk to. To trust. She was in a world all by herself. It was lonely at times.

"Ah well, can't depress myself over this for too long" she thought and jumped in the shower. The water was scorching. It relaxed her. She breathed in the steam and let go of her worries. Hot, Steamy and refreshed she jumped out and dried off. "Much better" she smiled. Next biggest challenge (as if getting out of bed wasn't enough) of the day, what to wear. For that mattered the most and would set her impression to others for the remainder of her school years she thought. She finally decided on her long black skirt and royal blue top. Simple enough. She finished up and dashed off to catch the bus.

As she approached the corner another girl stood there alone as well. "Hi" she said. She was tall and had really short black hair compared to Liz's long brown hair. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and she had a warm complex about her that made Liz feel good right away. "You just move here?" She asked and Liz replied, "Yeah". Apparently the other girl did too. Perfect Liz thought. How cool can this be? They went on to exchange names and their fears over the first day. Her name was Karen and she had a younger brother. Her family had just transferred a week earlier from Wyoming. She was a year older than Liz but on their way to school they agreed to meet for lunch together since they didn't have the same classes and decided on sharing a locker as well so they could see each other throughout the day. Liz sighed a breath of relief. Maybe this just might not be so bad afterall.

The day flew by quickly for Liz. Everyone actually seemed okay. She did notice the school had many different social groups but she felt ackward as if any one group just wasn't her. Her new friend Karen was extremely talented in the acting area and had joined up with the Drama students in the schools Theater Production. She was cast immediately as Juliet in the Upcoming winter play Romeo and Juliet. Liz was in awe of it all. She didn't have any acting talent and had never really been on a stage or been behind the scenes much less ever seen a play. So after school everyday she enjoyed sitting in the empty seats watching Karen and the others rehearse. They were a funny group of people and soon after she had become part of their little family.

On weekends her and Karen would lounge by the pool and Liz would help her to memorize her lines. At night they shared icecream and moaned and laughed over the work load or the teachers or other students. Liz finally felt like she had someone in her life. One she could trust and confide in and have a good time with. They quickly became the bestest of friends.

Thanks Zook! I've written up to Chapter 5 but it takes an aweful long time to post it. And it has a loooonnnggg way to go yet before the true story unfolds.

Awww! This is soo awesome! I can't wait to read more soon, please?

oh wow! this is amazing! i'm hooked! more please!

weeks? would it help if we ?

Love it, Bunnie,

Pie~ so nice to see you again!

And my apologies to those reading/following this. I am finding this difficult to write... being that it is coming/based on true life events. But I am trying my best.

Chapter 4

She could feel the nervousness emerging from the inside. That gut feeling you feel. Like your falling over a cliff, flying almost. Her hands were getting hot. Her body flushed. Almost to the point of sweating. She could feel it as she thought to herself, 'Oh God. What do I say to him? What if I look like a complete moron?'

She opened the door slowly and began to make her journey outside. Rounding the corner she grabbed onto the railing sliding her fingers along it as if to grab it for dear life. And then she stopped. Almost afraid to look up. She could feel him. Slowly, raising her eyes .. he stood there.. staring. At that moment she felt her breath being sucked out of her. She couldn't breathe. Lost in the moment she could feel his eyes burning right into her soul. The feeling that he could see her.. really see her. Almost that feeling that she wasn't even dressed in his eyes. Her body igniting, catching on fire. Burning on the inside. Aching. Longing.

And then the walls began to stack up. It was a defense. She couldn't help it. She couldn't let him in. She couldn't lose control. Breaking the long gaze she tries to focus on the buildings over to the right ... shyness overcoming her. She could sense him as he began to walk closer to her. So close. It's then that she looks back at him as he speaks to her,

"Hey."

And then he smiles at her as if she is the only person in the world at that moment. She couldn't help but smile back and weakly manage a "Hi" back.

Even these few moments to one would seem like it had only been a few seconds. Hardly. They are wrong. Standing there for more thatn five minutes already she could hear the bell ringing- signaling that the next class starts in three minutes.. leaving little time left.

She sees him reach into his back pocket pulling out a pen. He looks up and and asks,

"Can I have your number?"

She thinks to herself, 'He wanted my number? He wanted to call me? What would I say?'

He slowly starts to roll up his sleeve as I give him that look that says hell yeah. He looks up at her- questioning, waiting..

She speaks slowly,

"8..4..7..9..2..2..1.. No. Wait..."
Embarrassed as crap now... she goes onto correct herself,

"9..2..1..2."

He looks up and smiles as she continues to think how much he must think she's an idiot. Wanting to beat her head against concrete at this moment.

But then her attention is diverted to him blowing on the inside of his wrist - where he had just written her number. She could feel the world spinning just watching it. Almost a forbidden thought.

He softly smiles and whispers as he finishes drying his wrist,
"There. I'll never wash this arm again."

Her mind drifts away. She thinks to herself, 'Did he just say that? What do I say?' and then she remembers she didn't tell him her name.. and quickly says,

"Liz Parker." but instantaneously he says, "I know."

She couldn't believe it. He knew? How did he know? Blushing she looks around noticing the halls are now rather empty.
He notices the time as well and says,
"I've got to go. I have a test this period. But I'll talk to you tonight... right?"

And all she could manage to mumble in return was a "Yeah." Hoping she didn't say that too loud. She stood there watching him as he ran off in the opposite direction; smiling.

Then the bell sounded signaling class had begun.

"Shit" she said to herself as she made a mad dash for her English class.

Flushed and excited like a roller coaster you just got off of..she walked threw the rest of her classes in a complete daze. Unable to focus. To concentrate. On anything...but Max.