Liz's feelings for Max are well-known to us now. Maybe the reason she goes to the eraser room is because she is hoping for something to change between her and Max. She doesn't want normal, she wants to live that love.
Her expectations are torn to shreds when she learns the real reason for Max's invitation. But she hides it, and goes along with him to spy on Topolsky.
In the next scene, we learn that Liz has more questions about Max's alien nature, to which he happily answers, with his peculiar sense of humor. The trick is: never let others know your joking!
The search for identity – one of the biggest themes in Roswell – is well expressed here: Liz feels she cannot be herself while she is in that little town where everyone knows her, while Max feels exactly the same way, but because he can never attract attention to himself. Both are terrible ways to live!
Disclaimer: Written for love, not for profit. The characters do not legally belong to me. They belong to: Melinda Metz and Laura Burns who created them, Jason Katims who developed them, 20th Century Fox Television and Regency Television who produced them and the WB and UPN who broadcasted them.
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Back in Roswell High, in the second floor eraser room, Max did the only thing he could possibly do in there – cleaned erasers. The repetitive movements and the buzzing if the motor set Max’s mind free. He wondered if Liz had gotten his message and whether or not she would show up. His wish was conceded when he saw a familiar figure skulking inside through the corner of his eye. Liz closed the door slowly, as so not to attract attention and said, “So, um, this is the Eraser Room. I’ve never been here before,” Her mind was overloading with questions all the way over there. Why did he want to meet her precisely in that infamous room? Had he change his mind about things remaining ‘exactly like they used to be before’? “I just thought we should be somewhere private,” Max said. “Right.” Liz mumbled. Maybe things can change, after all, she thought as she locked the door. “You were right about Topolsky. She isn’t who she appears to be,” Max announced, crushing Liz’s hopes. “Oh.” So much for change, she mused. “She’s been using this office,” he said, referring to the one right below the Eraser Room, “so, I thought we should find out why she’s here.” Max looked at her, hoping to catch her interest. “Yeah,” she said, her hopeless dreams now absent from her voice, if not from her soul. “She has off 6th and 7th period, so we might be here a while,” he mumbled, as she peeked through the vent, realizing he had never been so close to the girl. Can she hear my drumming heart, he wondered, when she looked briefly at him.
“OK, I’m still confused. If you crash-landed in 1947, are you really 16 or are you like 52 in a 16-year-old’s body? Or do you guys just age differently? I mean, is like 1 alien year equal to 3 human years?” Liz asked. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” Max wondered with a smile, always amazed at her thorough thought process. “Kind of,” she muttered, slightly embarrassed. “Well, we know we came out of the pods in 1989. We just don’t know how long we were there. When we came out we looked like 6 year olds.” “So were you like green?” “Green?” Max echoed, not sure he heard it right. “Before you took human form, were you 3 feet tall and green and slimy?” Liz laughed, slightly embarrassed. “You know, I’m very sorry for asking you that. It’s Maria’s question,” she quickly explained. After what Max had shown her, she couldn’t imagine any such weird creature. Max smiled: he understood her curiosity. “No, we just always looked like this. Except for the, uh, third eye,” he said, in a deadly serious tone. He looked down at the ground as Liz casually looked over at him. “Right,” she mumbled, seeing him grabbing his shoelace and she leaned forward, staring at the back of his head inquisitively. Max peeked over and saw Liz‘s expression as she quickly looked away. “Kidding!” He finally said, opening a smile. “Yeah, I knew you were kidding,” she said, not admitting that he had caught her red-handed. She couldn’t help laughing about it. It was a funny joke! “You’re such a jerk!” She said, shoving him playfully. A rattling noise disrupted Max’s fun and he got up, in a haste. Liz, however, didn’t seem to notice it, and continued. “So uh, you really have no idea where you’re from, like what planet, or who your people are besides Michael and Isabel?” “No idea...” He said, in a sad tone. But it wasn’t necessarily sad, Liz thought. She tried to put the best spin on his situation. “Well, that must be kind of freeing in a way.” “Freeing?!” Max was confused, but he waited for her reasoning. “Um, well just with me, you know, my parents own the Crashdown, so everyone in town knows who I am. Like, if I so much as get a haircut, everyone seems to notice, and they have to give me their opinion on it. It kind of makes life claustrophobic.” Max smiled. He had never thought about it that way, but Liz made an excellent point. About her life, of course, but an excelent point, nonetheless. “It’s like, you know, how am I ever supposed to become whoever it is that I’m gonna become while everyone is looking? You know? Sometimes I wish I could just be invisible,” she added. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to be so invisible.” Max said. Liz was slightly taken aback by his reply, but there was a deep yearning in his eyes that she couldn’t deny nor disrespect…
WE WANT
TO BELIEVE!
TO BELIEVE!
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