GET CAUGHT DAY DREAMING...

Title: Don’t
Disclaimer: I owe nothing of Roswell, and just borrowing ‘Kelly Clarkson Song’, “Don’t” for title and inspiration for story.

Rating: Y-Teen [ may contain strong lanuage ]
Category: Alternative Universe without aliens
Pairing: CC
A/N:

This story will switch back and forth to Liz and Max Point of view.

If you don't know the song...just click this link, and It'll show you the performance. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjWk48FwTBU <--- Kelly Clarkson, Don't


Summary:
Liz Parker comes from Los Angles—and Maxwell Phillips comes from New York. When they share a dorm room in college they form a bond no one can break, one finds love in another... the other is in love with the friend.

Will they come out on the right side? Read and find out.

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"Dont"
Lyrics By Kelly Clarkson

You look at me like you always do
You don't have a clue
You smile at me
You hug me
But you don't know I want you
You play with me
You float with me
You tell me all your secrets
I'm always the one you run to
But to you I'm just your friend

Don't say I love you
Don't say you need me
Don't say I trust you
My heart can't take it
Don't say you want me
Don't say you miss me
Don't hurt me
Don't say you love me

I tried my best to rid these thoughts of you and I
It's so hard
When you come to me
I fall back on my knees
I learned to hate love
You kiss me on the cheek you say
You'd never make it without me
It's getting harder every day
Please don't say to me

Don't say I love you
Don't say you need me
Don't say I trust you
My heart can't take it
Don't say you want me
Don't say you miss me
Don't hurt me

Don't say you love me
Don't say you love me
Don't say you love me
Don't say you love me
Don't say you love me

My heart can't take it
I love you so much
But you don't see me
I hate love

Don't say I love you
Don't say you need me
Don't say I trust you
Unless you mean it
Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't hurt me...Noooo

Don't say I love you
Don't say you need me
Don't say I trust you
My heart can't take it
Don't say you want me
Don't say you miss me
Don't hurt me

Don't say you love me

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Prologue: (Present Day)
Liz POV

It’s been two years since I graduated from Texas State University, receiving a Masters degree in Education. Being a teacher is something I always wanted to do ever since I was a little girl. My Grandmother was a teacher, and so was my mom. It’s not like I wanted to continue the Parker tradition mainly because of that one purpose.

It’s because I like being independent and being able to stand up on my own, without a man to depend on. Yeah, it would be nice—but it’s just not how I was raised.

I’m back in good old sunny California, where the ground shakes and hey at least I don’t have to deal with snow anymore. After having to deal with snow storms in Texas, California winters aren’t that bad anymore. And believe me, I’m not complaining.

It’s good to be home, have a steady job, and be surrounded by my family. But then again, I haven’t seen a few of my college friends since my brother’s wedding.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have 3 brothers...and I’m the baby. It’s hard when you’re the only girl in the family; the one good thing about it is that you grow up knowing how to defend yourself.

It’s almost another tradition in going to Texas University, all my family for the past six generations has attended there—and I didn’t want to be any different.

Yeah, I could’ve rebelled and attended USC or UCLA, but who am I to break tradition.

My oldest brother is Michael, then six months behind is Sean, and then one year behind is Alex. I’m two years behind Alexander; I guess my parents wanted to take a little hiatus before trying again. Any how—here I am.

I’m not complaining now, because all my brothers are married—and to my girlfriends of all people. I’m happy for them, and happy to finally have some sisters to talk to about anything else than WWE and disgusting boy jokes.

I’ve been made a bridesmaid three different times because of it. I think you should know that today isn’t just any other day for me, but it’s my wedding day.

That’s right I’m supposed to be tying the knot in about an hour. I should be happy that I found someone to love me for me—my other half. But the sad thing is that I’m actually dreading it.

It’s supposed to be the happiest day of my life, something that all little girls dream about, from the day we watched Sleeping Beauty.

Hopeful that one day our prince charming will come, and destroy the dragon like the strong men they are and wake us up from our eternal slumber.

Then you grow up and you see first how mainstream media was just trying to mess with your head, thinking you’re such a fool to believe those hocus pocus of lies.

Whether if you want to believe it or not...Fairytales aren’t true. And at times maybe the princess at the top of the tower is happy just where she is and doesn’t want to be saved.

Then there are those once in a billion guys who make you think that anything is possible—but right when you think you’ve found a realistic path.

Reality slaps you in the face, and everything goes back to the non magical, non believing state of mind.

I had a best friend in college, he was my Tristan and I always hoped I was his Isolde. That’s how my day dreams went but they never really turned out that way in reality.

Did I mention I hate reality, and I hate love—mainly because it didn’t even let me have a chance at real love?

I’m getting married for all the wrong reasons; Kyle and I have almost called it off nearly seven times since we announced it just six months ago.

If that’s not a bad sign then this should be...I’m not even sure If I’m going to go through with this—does this make me a horrible person?

I love Kyle I do, but I’m not in love with him. ‘God, I’m horrible huh?’

I should really stop talking to myself, but I can’t help it. I feel like I’m going insane, have about fifty minutes to decide if this is the place I want to take my life.

Maybe if I told you my story, you’d understand and see where I am coming from.

No matter what anyone says, I am hoping for a happy ending in the end but as of this moment, I’m not sure it’s going to happen.

It happened four years ago, when I first started at Texas State, and with a guy named Max.

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Four years earlier (November 2002)

‘This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
and her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore’

‘God I love this song, and it’s so addicting. Not to mention played out, continuously but whenever it comes on people can’t help dancing or singing along. Like I’m doing right now, I’m on my way to Texas—which my two older brothers currently attend.

I really hope not to be mixing in the same circles as them, I don’t mean that in a bad way...I love my brothers. It’s just that who wants to get popular off of your brothers’ bachelor status?

They are both very over protective of me, since I’m starting two months later than what I was suppose to. My room and board is in the coed dorms. I told them, but left the word 'coed' out of the picture.

I just hope my roommate isn’t a complete scum bag wanting to eye me all he wants, at all hours of the day.

‘If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

Babylon, Babylon’

“Hi Mom” I answered the car phone, and started to turn off the main highway.

“Yeah, I’m almost there—uh about ten minutes away. Yes, I’ll make sure Michael and Alex give you a call.” I rolled my eyes, my mother always tried to get me to use that bomb on them every single time.

Usually it worked, but I don’t know about this time...mainly because I wasn’t even sure if I was going to see them or not.

Seeing in that they do have lives of their own, and I don’t want them to fuss over me.

“Mom...” I tried my best not to shout over the phone, because I knew if I do that, I would only get yelled at by her. That’s always something I tried to avoid as much as possible.

She didn’t hear me, but kept right on talking over me...I hate when she does that.

“Mom, that’s nice but I really have to go. No, I’m not just saying that. I’m pulling into the parking structure. Yes, I promise I’ll call you later on. I will. Bye.” Right when I pulled into the parking space and hung up the phone, did I really take a look around and let it all sink into place.

‘Home sweet home’ I couldn’t help but think as I put the car in park, and drawn up the convertible top of my hot pink mustang.

After several moments of looking at everything and taking in the scenery, I inwardly sigh and head to the eastern side of the campus dorms where I’m supposed to be staying.

I carried my suitcase and carry on behind me, I have a few other boxes but I can’t carry all of it up at the same time, so I make due with what I have.

And if all else fails I can always get Alex or Michael to help me with those later on.

I should know this school like the back of my hand since all my family has gone here, but surprisingly I don’t. No matter how smart people might claim I am, I don’t have a photogenic memory.

I wish I could have it, it would make studying for Biology and chemistry a breeze, but unfortunately I don’t.

Going up to the third floor and walking as slowly as possible, looking at all the numbers on the doors making sure I don’t miss any, how stupid would that be if I walked into the wrong room.

‘Alright let’s see...this 235, 236,237,238, and bingo...239.’

I verified with the admissions paper that I had gotten a two months ago when I applied with this school, that this was indeed the dorm room I would be staying in for the next year of college life.

The moment I reached for the door, I noticed that there was a rubber band hanging on the door knob, which screamed to everyone walking by, ‘Do Not Disturb’.

Well that was the clean version, this actually shouted...’I’m getting laid, no one comes in—or else!’

I inwardly groaned and hit my head on the door frame.

What the hell am I suppose to do now? My class is in fifteen minutes...I have to get situated, but what the hell am I suppose to do?

Just barge in there like I own the place?

Why not...I mean he does know that he’s supposed to get a roommate eventually. Why not rain on his parade?

‘Man I should really lay off the Barbara Streisand movie phrases’ I muttered to myself as I started to reach for the door knob once more.

Bracing myself and preparing for the worst, the sounds of their lips smacking, moans and groans are enough to make me want to burst out laughing. But I controlled myself the best I could, I’ve only had one boyfriend—the furthest we ever got was third base.

Well, that’s enough about me for now, back to the task at hand here.

“Cindy, you feel so good.” I rolled my eyes, and chuckled as I entered more into the room with my suitcase dragging behind me.

Right as ‘Cindy’ was going to get this lame guys pathetic reply to get laid, her eyes just so happened to open, and met mine.

He was hesitant when she pulled back from his touch and started to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

It’s not surprising to say, but he was confused, well that is until she indicated for him to look behind him.

Once he did so, he jumped up in alarm.

I almost started laughing; I tried with all my might not to.
“What the hell? Who are you? And why the hell are you standing in my room?!?”

So, Mr. Lips does have a voice...he’s cute. Okay, I’m being modest—he’s HOT!! But there’s no way in hell I’m letting him know that.

“Hey I asked you a question!” He shouts and he’s rude as well, but I know he’s just trying to intimidate me. I should be but I’m not.

Instead I burst out laughing...I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and I know that he’s not happy because of the fact he starts yelling again.

“What the fuck is so funny?” I didn’t answer him, but walked over to his desk and gave him a Kleenex from the holder.

“You have red lipstick all over your face.” He’s not laughing but to make up for it, Cindy is and I can’t help myself but I join in as well.

“I think I should go Max, we can do this some other time.” She smiled and waved at me as she let herself out, without another word to him.

He looked dumb founded, which was kind of funny to see. Instead of building more on the topic—I looked at the time and remembered why the reason I barged in on their make out session. I started moving about the room, putting my clothes away in the closet before they get wrinkled.

It was a good couple of minutes before he realized what I was doing.

“What are you doing?” Rolling my eyes but still moving around the room, what is with this guy?

“Making room.” Let’s see how long his questions will take.

“Making room for what?” Seriously what’s wrong with him, it’s like he doesn’t have eyes or something. Maybe he’s like that scarecrow in the wizard of oz looking for a brain, because right now it’s really looking like he doesn’t have one.

“Uh...my clothes dumb ass...what else would I be making room for?” I rolled my eyes as I continued to push his clothes aside.

He didn’t reply, but huffed and continued to eye me as I roamed around the room.

“Who are you?” He asks out of nowhere, I had almost forgotten he was in the room...it was so quiet.

“Your roommate.” His questions were point blank and blunt so, that’s how I kept my answers. I knew it ticked him off, so that’s why I kept doing it.

“Why are you here now...we’re two months into the quarter?” When does this guy stop?

“Internship.” And the questions keep on rolling---the age question is coming up I can feel it.

“How old are you?” See...I told you...god, it’s the same thing every time.

“Twenty-two, Why? How old are you?” I turned around to see the expression on his face, this point in the conversation always got a kick out of people.

“Twenty five.” He smirks, trying to show me, that he’s the bigger person in this room.

He started to laugh, probably realizing that this was my first college experience.

“Let me guess...you’re attending here from a small town of some sort, hoping to become something big and get your associates degree and go back home to your comfortable little life in New Mexico.”

He looked so smug and cocky telling me that right now, this was the part that always got people’s attention, and put them in their place.

Luckily, I had now put away all of my belongings and started to get my books together before walking up to him, and smirked.

“Well, seeing that I am twenty two and all—I suppose some of that might be true...but you couldn’t be more wrong.” I laughed a bit and shook my head before I looked back at him.

“Seeing that I grew up in California, and graduated from High School with National honors when I was fourteen years old, studied at Harvard and Stanford Universities—earning my Bachelors degree in Education and Molecular science and now I’m here to earn my Masters degree.

I could go more into detail about myself, but I think you got the gist of it all.”

The look on his face is priceless—a little smug, but still I was used to that.

I started to laugh and he obviously questioned this.

“What’s so funny?” Aww he’s hurt but he’ll get over it.

“Nothing. I just think it’s a little sweeter for me seeing that we’re working towards the same degree and I’m three years younger than you are.” I smirked at his annoyed look that covered his entire face.

I turned to leave the room, but then stopped—and turned back around.

“What are you majoring in?” he was surprised at this, but he answered anyways.

“Law.” I shrugged.

“Could have fooled me...” I laughed.
“Why do you say that?” What it’s not obvious enough.

“Because the moment you acknowledged me, you’ve been giving me the third degree—your interrogating and constant questions. It’s like I moved into the Texas police department or something.

I pegged you for law enforcement.” I laughed and walked out of the room, not waiting for his reply.

I had to get out of there...Time is of the essence. I have a schedule to keep.

TBC...