Song: "Wild Horses" Natasha Bedingfield

Story: Guardian Angel, Part One

Characters: Maxine Gibson and Terry McGinnis

I feel these four walls closing in

Face up against the glass

I'm looking out, mmm

Is this my life I'm wondering

It happened so fast

How do I turn this thing around

Is this the bed I chose to make

There's greener pastures I'm thinking about, mmm

Wide open spaces far away

She wasn't a fool, whatever everyone else thought. She knew her own feelings. She didn't tell anyone about them, but that didn't mean that she didn't feel. She felt every time she looked into his icy blue eyes. But she was best friends with both of them, and though he tried to break in and free her, she chose not to let him.

All I want is the wind in my hair

To face the fear but not feel scared

Thought it was what she wanted. To be able to stop hiding the feelings she knew so well… To have them returned like she knew he was willing to. Somehow, it was harder knowing that her imprisonment was her own making.

Wild horses I wanna be like you

Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too

Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to

I wanna run with the wild horses

Run with the wild horses, oh

There was more that she wanted, too. It wasn't just Terry. It was a whole life…a whole life that was different from hers. And that life looked a lot like Terry's, though he complained about it so much. She fantasized about the wind ruffling her short hair as she flew over the cityscape. She wouln't be afraid of the heights, or of the danger, she knew she wouldn't be. Nothing could be scarier than this silence.

I see the girl I wanna be

Riding bareback, carefree

Along the shore

If only that someone was me

Jumping head first, head-long

Without a thought

To act and damn the consequence

How I wish it could be that easy

But fear surrounds me like a fence

I wanna break free

Living an adventure… That would be enough for her, if she could not have him. She could always run off somewhere, oh how she wished for a change. An alternate identity. To not be known, and at the same time, to be known more than she was known now, as herself.

All I want is the wind in my hair

To face the fear, but not feel scared

Yet he DID know her now. And that was what was so scary.

Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you

Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too

Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to

Wanna run with the wild horses

Run with the wild horses, oh

She felt she was wrong with whichever choice she made. To accept him or to continue to reject him. All she could do was to push it from her mind: to ignore it.

I wanna run too

Oooh oh oh oh

Recklessly abandoning myself before you

I wanna open up my heart

Tell him how I feel

It was childish, but she could forget it when she dreamed of escape, somehow…

Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you

Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too

Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to

I wanna run with the wild horses

Run with the wild horses

Run with the wild horses

Maxine gently set down her lipstick on the bathroom counter and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

Whoah ooohh ooh ooh ye-yeah yeah oohh

I wanna run with the wild horses, ooooh