posted on 2-Feb-2003 8:23:04 PM
Title: Impossible
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, song belongs to Christina Agulera
Summary: Summer is over. How will everyone deal with destiny?
A.N.: This is set after destiny. I thought it up after hearing Christina Agulera's song "Impossible". Tell me what you think.
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Part 1:
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"So, Maria, are you ready for our gig this weekend?" Alex, one of my best friends, asks me as he sits down beside me under the tree. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out his lunch.

"Yeah" I answer, "I also have to ask you a favor."

"Oh no, this can't be good." he jokes.

"shut up." I joke back. "No, seriously."

"Okay what is it?" He sighs.

"Will you let me sing a song I wrote at our show?" I hold my breath, waiting for him to say no.

"Let me see it."

I'm momentarily stunned by his answer, but get over the shock quicklyand dive into my bag to retrieve the music. Once I find it I hand it over, awaiting judgement. After a few moments he speaks.

"This is really good."

"Thanks." I reply.

"I don't need to ask who it's about, do I." He asks.

"No, I guess not." we both know I wrote it with a certain spaceboy in mind.

"Speak of the devil." I hear Alex mutter under his breath. I look up and see our alien friends, *or is that ex-alien friends?*, make their way over to an empty table on the other side of the quad.

"You'd think that after all we have done for them that they could at least say 'hello' or even acknowledge that we exist, but nooooo we mean nothing to them. They found what they were looking for and they don't need us anymore. We were just something to pass the time untill they could get what they really wanted." I continue to rant untill Alex interrupts me.

"Maria, you might want to shut-up, 'cause they're on their way over here." I look up,and sure enough, they are pushing their way through the hoard of students.

"Hey." Max says after he sits down. The others don't even speak, they just plop down beside him.

"That's all we get, a 'hey' after a summer of nothing?" I asked in disbelief. Their heads snap up, too suprised to speak. "You ignore us for a whole summer and then think you can come up and be like 'hey' and everything will be alright? Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but it's not alright, I am not going to be treated like this." And with that Maria gets up and stomps off.

"So," Alex says obviously uncomfortable, "Are you going to our concert at the old soap factory?"

"We are now." says Isabel before the others can refuse.

"Well Maria wrote a song she is going to sing so I'm gonna go and tell the other band mates that there is practice tonight. I guess I'll see you on saturday."

"What time?" askes Isabel before he can leave.

"9:00" and with that Alex is gone.
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What do you think? Should I continue? If so the next part will be Michael's POV.
*big*

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posted on 3-Feb-2003 7:19:38 PM
Here is another part. Thanks for the replies!!! Sorry for all the bad spelling.



Part 2:

Michaels POV



I walk into my apartment with a sigh, and toss my leather jacket onto the back of the couch as I pass by it into my room. Finally, the hell they call school is over. I throw myself onto my bed for a minute before I get up and crouch by my bed. Reaching under it, I pull out a worn box that looks like it has seen better days. I sit on my bed and open the box. I pull out my sketchpad and a pencil, and flip tp a clean page. Uncontiously, my hand begins to draw.

Today has been the day from hell. Max forced us to sit with them. The Humans. It's bad enough to have to watch her from far away, but having to sit near enough to see her perfectly and even smell her is pure tourture. She has a unique smell of cypris oil and roses. Tess tried to tell him we had a destiny that did not include them and we should stay away, but our 'fearless leader' ignored her. Then after Alex had left Isabel had yelled at me for my lack of mannors. At least with Maria it was fun to argue with her, Isabel is just plain annoying.

Maria. God I miss her. But I have a 'destiny' to follow. Let me say one thing, destiny sucks. We are all miserable and pinning after our humans. Even Tess seems to be missing someone, and I have the feeling I know exactly who it is. What was the point of all this again? Oh yeah, so we can defeat our enemies and return 'home'.

What is home? I always thought it was some distant planet that I would belong on. now I'm not so sure anymore. I can tell you where I belong. With Maria. Of course I would never admit that out loud. She makes me feel safe and loved and I threw that away for what? For a 'happy' life with Isabel? I am anything but happy right now. But this is what I've been waiting fo my whole life. I just can't give that up.

I look at the drawing I just finished and am not suprised to see Maria staring back at me. It seens that she is all that I can draw. I flip through the other pages of my skech book and see her on everyone. I shouldn't be thinking about her. I should concentrate on getting whome. Frustrated with my self, I throw the sketchpad across the room. I don't need her. I can live without her and be happy. I keep repeating this inside my head, hoping that I will believe it. Yeah right.




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What do you think? Should I continue?

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posted on 5-Feb-2003 8:39:28 PM
Here is the next part. R&R!



Part 3:

Maria's POV




"Maria, we go on in five!" Alex shouted to me through all the chaos backstage. It was finally Saturday, and we were getting ready to perform. The band is setting up their equipment onstage.

"Alex, I can't do this! There are too many people. And he's out there! How am I supposed to sing my song with him listening?!? He'll think I'm stupid and desperate and-"

"Maria, snap out of it!" Alex said calmly, holding onto my arms that, a minute ago, were flailing around. "Its alright, It will get him thinking. If he's too stupid to understand what the song is telling him, then it's his loss."

"Your right. It doesn't matter. I'm teflon babe!" I say, regaining my composure. "Thank you," I say sincerely, "What would I do without you?"

"Oh, I don't know, drive yourself insane?" he teases me, lightning the mood. "Alright, its time to get out on that stage and blow everyone out of the water!" he says enthusiastically.

"Right!" I nod.

45 minutes later we are about to perform our last song, which just happens to be the song I wrote. I'm nervous as hell.

"Thank you for being such a great audiance!" I wait untill the applause dies down before I continue. "Unfortuanatly, this is the last song we will perform for you tonight before the D.J. takes over. This is a song that I wrote over the summer entitled 'Impossible'." As I finish my speech the music starts up. I open my mouth and begin to sing from the bottom of my heart, putting my soul into this song.

It's inpossible
It's impossible to love you
If you don't let me know what your feeling
It's impossible for me to give you what you need
If your always hidin' from me


I look straight into Michael's eyes as I continue to sing.

I don't know what hurt you
I just, I just wanna make it right
'Cause boy I'm sick and tired of trying to read your mind.


I can feel the music wash over me, and I close my eyes as I remember all the times Michael shut me out.

It's impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's inpossible for me to love you
It's the way it is
It's impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's impossible
If you makin' it this way


When he told me he didn't get intense at the rave. When he told me he had to be a stone wall in the middle of the hallway at school.

Impossible to make it easy
If you always tryin' to make it so damn hard
How can I, how can I give you all my love, baby
If your always, always puttin' up your guard


And just recently when he told me he loved me and then left me. He obviously didn't love me that much since he got with Isabel so soon after he left me. I doubt he even loved me at all.

This is not a circus
Don't you play me for a clown
How long can emotions keep on going up and down

It's impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's impossible for me to love you
It's the way it is
It's impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's impossible
If you keep treating me this way
Over, over (over and over)


I open my eyes once again and immidiatly lock my eyes with his. The world falls away and it is only us two as I finish the last verse of the song.

Impossible baby (impossible, impossible)
If you makin' it this way, this way
Oh baby it's impossible
If you makin' it this way


As the last cords of the song fades away, everyone appluads wildly, but I can't tear my eyes away from his. I'm afraid to see his reaction, but I can't help myself. His eyes hold no emotion in them. They're blank. I feel my eyes start to sting with the knowledge that he doesn't care. The song meant nothing to him. *typical* I think darkly.

I hurry off the stage before anyone can see the tears in my eyes. I grab my jacket, and run out the backdoor, not caring if I miss the party. I was such a fool to believe that he ever cared. I jump into my car and drive home. I open the door to find the house empty and dark. My mother is on another of her trips. In a way I'm glad, now I won't have her nagging me about whats wrong. I go upstairs and fling myslef onto my bad and let the tears fall freely, not caring about my make-up. That night I cried myself to sleep.

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posted on 9-Feb-2003 8:50:52 PM
~Sorry for the wait for the new part. I had a little writer's block, but I'm over it now. So on with the next part!~



Part 4:

Michael's POV




"Michael, hurry up! You're gonna make us late!" Isabel screamed as she walked into my apartment.

"Well hello to you too." I say sarcastically. *why am I going to this stupid thing again?*. Coming up with nothing I give a mental shrug and walk out of my apartment. Max and Tess are waiting in the Jeep for Isabel and me. Once we are safely inside, Max takes off to the soap factory.

We arrive in 15 minutes and step into the makeshift club. It's packed and smokey inside. We spot Kyle and Liz at a table and make our way towards them.

"Is it okay if we sit with you? Everywhere else is full." Asks Isabel.

"Umm..., sure, I guess." Liz says, obviously uncomfortable. We all exchange greetings and sit in silence. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Finally Alex appears on the stage, much to the delight of Isabel, and introduces the band. When that is done and over with they start up the first song. I sit mesmerized with the siren singing on the stage. 45 minutes they are about tho begin their last song and I don't want it to end. It's the only time I can really watch Maria without being obvious.

"Thank you for being such a great audiance!"

I hear the applause and want to hurt every guy who dares to look at my Maria.

"Unfortuanatly this is the last song we will perform for you tonight before the D.J. takes over.

I hate this. I only get to heat her angelic voice sing one more song. Why did I even come here and torture myself?

"This is a song that I wrote over the summer entitled 'Impossible'." She then starts to sing.

It's impossible
It's impossible to love you
If you don't let me know what your feeling
It's impossible for me to give you what you need
If your always hidin' from me


She looks me straight in the eyes as she continues to sing, letting me know she wrote this song for me.

I don't know what hurt you
I just, I just wanna make it right
'Cause boy I'm sick and tired of trying to read your mind


I see her close her eyes and I study her closely.

I'ts impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's imposible for me to love you
It's the way it is
I'ts impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's impossible
If you makin' it this way


I can feel the pain and lonliness rolling off her in waves, but I am captivated by her voice.

Impossible to make it easy
If you always tryin' to make it so damn hard
How can I, how can I give you all my love baby
If your always, always puttin' up your guard

This is not a circus
Don't you play me for a clown
How long can emotions keep on going up and down

I'ts impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's imposible for me to love you
It's the way it is
I'ts impossible (impossible)
Oh baby it's impossible
If you keep treating me this way
Over, over (over and over)


Her eyes flutter open and she locks her gaze with mine. I can't see or hear anything but her. She's all that matters.

Impossible baby (impossible, impossible)
If you makin' it this way, this way
Oh baby it's impossible
If you makin' it this way


As she finnishes the song, something pops into my head. *Destiny* whispers accross my mind and I snap out of my daze. I suddenly remember what happened to Pierce and how I'm dangerous. I don't want that to happen to her. I put up my stonewall again and make my eyes cold. I can see her eyes fill with tears as she looks into mine and finds nothing there. I can practically taste her hope die for us. Then she all but runs from the stage. I feel my heart shatter. I feel my eyes tear up.

"I gotta go." before anyone can say anything I get up and leave. I aimlessly walk around for hours thinking, trying to reasure myself that following destiny is the best thing to do.

*Why should I?* a voice in my head questions.

*Because its the best thing to do*

*No its not. It's just a phony excuse to hide behind. Face it, you're just scared of loving Maria.*

I stop in the middle of the street as I realize it's true. I'm about to lose the most important thing in my pathetic life because I'm afraid.

There, in the middle of the street, I came to a resolution. I was going to fix things with Maria and get rid of destiny once and for all. Walking to hell and back has got to be easier.