AN. Ok I know this story sucks, but this song has been driving me crazy for
over two months. I have been trying to figure out a way to use it, and I couldn't.
This may not be the best way, but I refused to let it drive me crazy any more.


Take place a few weeks after "Run little boy Run"

Disclaimer: I own nothing
Song: NATALIE IMBRUGLIA , Wrong Impression




Rory sat in her room thinking about her day. Things with Dean had never been better.
School was going well. Everything in her life was perfect. She was about to
go to bed, when she heard the familer sound of, "you've got
mail" comming from her computer. She sighed and opened her mailbox, assuming
it was an E-Mail from Dean. To her suprise she saw an unfamiler screen name.
Upon opening it, a window poped up asking if she would download something.
Under normal cricumstances, she would just deleate it. But the subject
of the E-mail resounded in her head, "Please". She sighed and clicked the
"ok" button, thinking she was going to get a huge virus in her comp.
Instead her winamp poped up and the room filled with music.


//Calling out, calling out
Haven't you wondered
Why I'm always alone
When you're in my dreams
Calling out, calling out
Haven't you wondered
Why you're finding it hard
Just looking at me
I want you
But I want you to understand
I leave you
I love you

Didn't want to leave you
With the wrong impression
Didn't want to leave you
With my last confession
Of love
Wasn't trying to pull you
In the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and
Make a connection
Of love

Falling out, falling out


Have you wondered
If this was ever more
Than a crazy idea
Falling out, falling out
Have you wondered
What we could've been
If you'd only let me in

I want you
But I want you to understand
I miss you
I love you

Didn't want to leave you
With the wrong impression
Didn't want to leave you
With my last confession
Of love
Wasn't trying to pull you
In the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and
Make a connection
Of love

Have you ever wondered


I need you
I love you


Didn't want to leave you
With the wrong impression
Didn't want to leave you
With my last confession
Of love
Wasn't trying to pull you
In the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and
Make a connection
Of love

I didn't want to leave you there//


Rory sat there in the dark room. Too paralyzed to turn off the song, which had
started to play again. She knew who the mysterous screen name belonged to. She
knew that she shouldn't have been so affected by the song. She also knew that
things had just stopped being perfect.