FanFic - Other
"Best Shot"
Part 5
by Diana
Disclaimer: I donít own any of the characters. No infringement intended.
Summary: "Best Shot" Another Destiny TagÖ Mariaís Point of view
Category: Other
Rating: PG-13
Authors Note: This is my interpretation of what the characters were going through a few days/ weeks after ĎDestinyíÖ Feedback is always appreciated... Thanks to everyone who's sent me feedback on my other stories :-D
You love me. You want to be with me. You will come back to me in the end. I know that, you know that. So come on, take your best shot at me, Michael. I can take it. You should have heard the way my mom was complaining after her date with Arnie the mechanic. She kept screaming something about all red-headed-greasy- bellied-freckle-faced men being dogs and all DeLuca women being cursed. I thought, ĎOh great. Mom has officially lost it. Note to self: Look into psychiatric services at Roswell Memorial ASAP.í But now that I think about it, what she said is starting to make some sense. My grandpa died when my grandma was carrying my mother. My dad left my mom and me when I was just a kid. And now Iíve got Michael. Lucky me. I love him. Heís the biggest asshole Iíve ever met. Heís rude, heís possessive, heís obsessive, heís demanding, and he really needs to do something about that fashion sense of his. I love everything about him. Even the hair. Heís going to try to push me away again. Heís going to be as mean and nasty to me as he can possibly be, just to get me to stay away. Heís going to hurt me again. He always does. I think Iíve actually accepted that. Maybe I need to think about checking myself into Roswell Memorial. He told me that he loved me and then left me. Thatís typical Michael for you. Always running. I guess I should be used to it. And I guess this time he actually has a valid reason for acting that way. Heís gotta be confused. I know I am. I think that I donít hate Isabel. She didnít ask for this. Iím not saying that Iím happy about it. I mean, this tall, curvy, gorgeous girl that half the guys in school would chew their right arm off to get with just happens to be destine to be with Michael. My obnoxious, infuriating, wonderful Michael. I was pissed off after Liz told me about that mommy-hologram-destiny thing. I cried about it a couple of times. I yelled about it the rest of the time. Then one day I said to myself Calm down, ĎDeLuca. Remember, this is Michael weíre talking about here.í See, I know him, whether he wants to believe that or not. Every once in a while he needs to run. I didnít understand that before and I still donít know why he has to do it, but he does. He always comes back. He never apologizes, he never explains himself. I always take him back. Iím not saying that I like it. But thatís the way it is. I get what I want and he gets what he wants, whether he wants to admit that Iím what he wants or not. Weíre not soul mates or anything. Weíre not destine to be together forever. Weíre not Max and Liz and Iím not Isabel in any way, shape, or form. But I think that weíve got a good chance at making each other happy. I just hope he wants to take the chance. I know he loves me. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. I love him. He uses me, he hurts me, and then he throws me away. He comes back to me. He loves me, he makes me happy, and he makes it up to me. I take him back. Thatís my curse. And itís his, too. You honestly think Iíd leave you alone? Forget it, buddy. We both know thatís not gonna happen. Hurt me, leave me. Do whatever you want. We both know how itís gonna turn out in the end. So, go on, Michael. Fire away.
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