he was an alien.'
Maria giggled.
'I'm serious.'
Maria giggled louder. 'Does… does he have antennae?' she asked, cracking herself up. She plopped down on the couch next to Liz and rocked back and forth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Liz waited. When Maria was in one of her laughing fits, she was pretty much unstoppable.
'Did he let you see his laser gun?' Maria laughed so hard, she snorted, which made her laugh even more. Her cheeks turned red, and tears stood out in her eyes.
Finally she noticed that Liz wasn't laughing, too. 'Oops. I'm sorry.' She gave one last giggle. Then she sat up straight and blotted her eyes with one of the couch's little throw pillows. 'Tell me what really happened.'
'I just did,' Liz said. She rushed on before Maria could start laughing again. 'Think about it. You said yourself that I was about to die, that blood was pouring out of me. Max healed me. He closed up the wound just by touching it. What human could do that?'
Maria stared at Liz in astonishment. At least she knows I'm being serious, Liz thought. 'I know it sounds crazy. I thought Max was jerking me around when he told me that. I thought he was just handing me a totally lame story.
'But then he touched my silver bracelet, and it melted.'
Maria's eyes were wide and frightened.
'Do you know how hot silver has to get before it melts?' Liz asked, her voice rising. 'Nine hundred and sixty- one degrees Celsius. And the bracelet didn't even get hot. It didn't even feel warm. It's impossible! It should be impossible-but Max did it.' She broke off, rubbing her wrist. There wasn't a red mark or anything where the bracelet had been.
'I… I think we need some of my special antistress tea,' Maria said. She stood up and headed toward the kitchen without another word.
Liz followed her. 'Are you okay?'
'Uh-huh. Yeah. Definitely.' Maria grabbed the copper teapot and carried it over to the sink. She turned on the water and let it run into the pot until it spilled over the sides. Maria stared at it, her eyes blank.
Liz took the pot away from her. 'Let's just sit down. We're both a little too freaked to be using major appliances.'
'You're right.' Maria slid into a kitchen chair, and Liz sat down next to her. 'So what do we do now?'
'I don't know,' Liz answered. 'I don't know where to start. It's not as if I can go on-line and do research on the culture and beliefs of aliens from Max's planet. I mean, I don't know if they-if Max's… species-just want to live here with us, or if they want to wipe us out and take over.'
Hard evidence, that's what she wanted, the kind she gathered when she did a biology experiment. It was what she loved about science-all the absolute facts. It was reassuring to have proof that there was some order to the universe, some rules that were always followed.
After what happened today, she didn't know what the rules were anymore. And that frightened her.
'You remember the end of ET?' Maria asked suddenly. 'How those government guys were going to come in and take him away?'
Liz nodded, her thoughts still on a world where the periodic chart no longer applied.
'Do you think that's what would happen to Max if we told people the truth about him?' Maria continued.
'I don't know,' Liz admitted. 'I doubt everyone would just be like, Oh, an alien, that's interesting. There must be people out there who would want to study him or do tests on him. They could lock Max away for the rest of his life or even-'
Liz couldn't say it.
'Or even kill him,' Maria finished for her.
Liz flashed on an image of Max lying on the ground, still and cold. She felt a rush of pure emotion that went beyond any facts. She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let Max die.
'We can never tell anyone the truth,' she told Maria.
'Never,' Maria repeated. 'Wait. What about Alex? Can't we even tell him?'
'Maria, no! We can't tell anyone.'
Liz wished they could tell Alex. She totally trusted him, and they both told him practically everything. But Max's secret was like a deadly virus-it had to be contained, or someone could die. Max could die.
Maria flicked a crumb off the table. 'So, um, what do you think Max really looks like?'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, what are the chances that the beings on the planet he came from look exactly like humans? Don't you think the way Max looks must be sort of a disguise?'
Liz didn't know how to answer. Max was just Max. She wasn't used to thinking of him as some kind of creature.
Maria stood up and wandered back to the sink. She set the teapot on the stove. 'I wonder if he can eat the same food we do. I saw this movie where the aliens could only eat decomposed flesh-you know, where bacteria and bugs did part of the digesting for them.'
Liz watched Maria pour tea leaves into little silver balls. She couldn't believe the way her friend was talking about Max. They had both known him forever, but Maria was talking about him as if he were something on the Discovery Channel.
'Maybe he's like the Fly. Maybe he just spews some kind of acid on his food and then-sluurp, sucks it up. What do you think? You're the science guru.'
'God, Maria,' Liz muttered.
Maria didn't hear her. She kept on chattering away. 'Do you think he sees humans as some kind of inferior life-form? Like, are we just lumps of meat to him?'
Max always picked Maria to be on his team when they played softball in the sixth grade-he picked her first, even though she was one of the worst players. He made Paula Perry stop harassing Maria the first year of junior high. He didn't tell his insurance company when Maria dinged his car in the school parking lot last year.
It's like she's forgotten all the nice things he's done for her-and for half the other people in school, Liz thought. Now he's just the alien boy.
No wonder it was so hard for Max to tell Liz the truth about himself. He probably thought she was going to treat him like some kind of freak.
And I did, Liz realized. I practically ran out of his room.
She shivered as she pictured Max's eyes. The pain and humiliation filling his beautiful blue eyes as she backed away from him.
I never even thanked him for saving my life.
Come on, Max, Michael thought. Get me out of here.
Right on cue he heard the horn of Max's Jeep. Yes! He couldn't stand being in this house one more second. Michael strode toward the front door, shrugging on his jacket as he walked.
'Hold it,' Mr. Hughes called as Michael started past the kitchen. 'The backyard looks like a jungle. I want it mowed before you go anywhere.'
'It's going to be dark in half an hour,' Michael protested.
Mr. Hughes smirked at him. Michael hated that little smirk. 'Then you'll have to work fast, won't you?'
Michael didn't want to get into a shouting match with the guy. It wasn't worth it. He struggled to keep his voice calm. 'Is there some reason you couldn't have told me you wanted the lawn mowed this morning, or this afternoon, or even an hour ago? Max is outside waiting for me.'
'Well, he'll just have to keep waiting. Come and get me when you're finished. I want to see what kind of job you did before you take off anywhere.'
Michael hated the way Mr. Hughes was always playing his little power games. Hughes didn't care about the backyard. That old green truck of his had been up on blocks in the far corner since before Michael moved in. It had totally destroyed that patch of grass, but he didn't care. Hughes only cared about showing Michael who was in
