I wrote this because poor Celeste was SO not getting the attention she deserves. She is essentialy (sp?) a member of the flock, but she never appears in any fanfics! Anyway, I think I have invented a pairing! SQUEE!

I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.

I DO OWN THIS PLOT!

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Hello. I am Celeste, and I am depressed.

Ooh!

That rhymes!

Anyway, I am very depressed.

It's not easy for a teddy bear to be depressed, but it's possible.

Now that I am a teenage teddy bear, I have realized how much of a controlling mother Angel is.

She never lets me do anything!

I feel like a facsimile of a sham.

I'm sick of being moved around like a doll.

I'm sick of being played with all the time.

I'm sick of being emergency Kleenex when Angel has a cold, and I'm sick of being treated like nothing, like some freaking TOY!

I want to be free to develop as a person and a teddy bear.

I want me-time!

You see, when the police took me in New York, I was brought to the Institute.

They implanted a mind and soul in me.

Too bad they forgot to give me the ability to move anything other than my mouth.

Morons.

I am enjoying the ability to think, though.

Before, I was a mindless plaything, but now I am enlightened!

Now my spirit is free!

And I'm bloody sick of being carried, and dropped and swooped down to be caught at the very last second, like it was all a freaking GAME!

I'm going to start trying to move!

After many hours of practice, my toe wiggles.

Yes!

One small wiggle for (a) teddy bear, one big leap for teddy-bear-kind!

One step on the journey to my true love.

My heart pitter-patters at the thought of him.

Ari.

Even just the name makes my heart speed up.

I'm speaking metaphorically, of course.

I don't have a heart.

Anyway, it was just after they put a soul in me, that we met.

It was magical, just like fate.

As soon as I saw him, with his great big wolfy smile and eyes that sent a chill up my, um, spine, I knew we were destined to be together.

We talked all night, about every thing. He was so easy to talk to.

He has parents he could just kill, too!

Inside that wolfy façade, there was the heart and soul of a poet.

I feel like we've met before, in a previous life.

He is quite the bad boy but I'm certain the right woman could change him.

The right woman, or bear.

Yes, as soon as I can walk, I'll send him a message and he'll come and rescue me from my life of hell.

We'll live happily in a cottage by the sea with creeping roses growing up the walls.

Every morning we'll eat breakfast and read the paper.

Then he would go to work and I would tidy up the house and go shopping.

I would make a delicious dinner, and he would come home and smile at me and tell me I look beautiful and the food smelled delicious and I would giggle and say it was nothing and how much I loved him and he would kiss me…

But that's all a silly, albeit well thought out, dream.

We would never be able to date, let alone get married!

Let's face it.

I'm a teddy bear.

He's an Eraser.

Not exactly a match made in heaven.

But that night, exhausted from my toe wiggling, I prayed to the god of teddies in the sky.

Because, I thought before drifting off to sleep, maybe even teddy bears can have a happily ever after.

AN. I am pretty bad at writing angst. It always turns out too happy and hopeful. Argh.

PLEASE REVIEW! It takes but a moment of your time, and encourages a young, aspiring writer to write!