A/N: My relatives have come and gone and because of the long delay in getting chapters up I have posted the two most recent ones.
Disclaimer for this chapter: Of course we know by now that the only thing even Power Rangers related that I own happen to be a couple of those bottle cap things that were out a few years ago. The song "Impossible" is property of Joe Nichols and I am just borrowing it for entertainment purposes, so don't sue because I am a poor college student who has nothing.
Then there was my junior year; Billy had a brand new car. It was late the road was wet; I guess the curve was just too sharp. I walked away without a scratch, they brought the helicopter in. Billy couldn't feel his legs, they said he'd never walk again. But Billy said he would, and his mom and daddy prayed, and the day we graduated, he stood up to say "Unsinkable ships sink. Unbreakable walls break. Sometimes the things you think could never happen happen just like that. Unbendable steel bends when the fury of the wind is unstoppable, I've learned to never underestimate… the impossible."
Tommy paused just inside the front door where he heard the music blaring from the den where Billy was sleeping since he couldn't go upstairs. The song sounded familiar but Tommy couldn't place where he'd heard it before.
So don't tell me that it's over, don't give up on you and me. Cause there's no such thing as hopeless if you believe. Unsinkable ships sink. Unbreakable walls break. Sometimes the things you think could never happen happen just like that. Unbendable steel bends if the fury of the wind is unstoppable, I've learned to never underestimate… the impossible.
Tommy dropped his backpack by the door and crossed the hall to the den. "Billy?" he called, opening the door slightly while he knocked.
Billy obviously didn't hear Tommy calling his name because he just kept singing along with the song.
Chuckling Tommy walked over and turned the stereo down. "You're going to go deaf." He teased.
Billy laughed. "Hey, I'm already paralyzed, might as well go deaf too." He joked glancing at the clock beside him. "Is Jason home?"
Tommy shook his head. "He and Rocky were going to meet Adam at the Youth Center; he said they were working on some sort of project." He kicked his shoes off. "What song was that you were listening to?"
"It's called "The Impossible"; the one verse I was listening to is about a boy who gets paralyzed in a car accident."
"Sounds familiar." Tommy said, cracking a smile.
"Yes, that's why I like that song so much; the entire song is about nothing being impossible if you just believe. The boy in the song vowed to walk by graduation and he did no matter what everyone told him." Billy told him.
"I think that song was written about you, Bill."
Billy laughed. "Could be. The boy in the second verse is named Billy."
"I think I've heard that song somewhere before."
"We were listening to it the night of the accident." Billy told him. "So what did I miss out on in school the last few days?" he asked, changing the subject.
Tommy laughed. "You are the only kid I know who can miss two weeks of school and want to make up all the work." He went to his backpack and came back a couple minutes later with a stack of papers in his hand. He sat them down on the couch next to Billy. "Can you do all that by next week?"
Billy raised an eyebrow. "This is me you're talking to, Tommy."
"True." Tommy agreed, laughing. "But there is a lot there, even for a genius like you."
Billy was silent for awhile. After a few minutes he spoke. "Tommy, we need to talk."
"Uh-oh. What did I do now?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing." Billy assured him. "It's actually something I've been wanting to tell you for awhile now; I was going to tell you during our ski trip. The only thing is, I don't know how to tell you."
"Just tell me, Billy."
"Alright," said Billy, taking a deep breath. "This is hard to say but… I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I like you, Tommy."
"Uh – I like you too, Billy." Tommy said frowning, wondering why Billy was telling him that.
Billy shook his head. "No, I don't think you understand Tommy. I don't just like you, I LIKE you."
"Billy, what are you saying?"
"And they say blondes are dumb." Billy teased lightly. "Do I have to paint you a picture?" He didn't give Tommy a chance to answer before he lightly brushed his lips against the other boy's. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He breathed when he pulled away.
"What took you so long?" Tommy asked, mock-glaring at him.
"What?" Billy said, blinking his eyes in confusion.
Tommy laughed. "Your eyes give you away Billy; every time you want something you can see it in your eyes." He told him. "Your eyes had been telling me that you wanted to kiss me for awhile."
"And you're not mad or anything? You don't think I'm a freak or anything?"
"Of course not Billy, I would never think you were a freak." Tommy told him. "In fact I've been holding this back because I was too afraid of your reaction but I like you too. I have since I first laid eyes on you."
"Same here." Said Billy. "I was just afraid to say anything. I do think Jason suspects, though."
"Jason has a tendency to stick his nose where it doesn't belong." Tommy joked.
Billy laughed. "You know he is probably plotting something right now to get us together."
"But how would he know?" Tommy asked.
"Because Jason knows everything?" Billy suggested lightly. "I think he's always suspected that I was gay but he's never said anything about it."
"So where do we go from here?" Tommy asked.
"We let Jason and the others continue to work on their 'project' and we don't say a word to him." Billy replied.
"I meant with you and me." Tommy said.
"Well, that is up to you. I've been comfortable with my sexuality for awhile now, but if you're not, then that's fine, we'll take it as slow as you want." Billy told him.
Tommy wasn't sure what to think, everything was moving a little too fast. He liked Billy but he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with his sexuality; he'd just discovered in the last couple of years that he was gay but he was nowhere near as comfortable with it yet as Billy was. "Billy, I like you – a lot – I'm just not sure how comfortable I am with all this."
"It's alright Tommy; we don't have to say anything to anyone if you don't want to until you're ready."
Tommy raked a hand through his hair. "Al-alright. But I need some time to think about this. I know what my feelings for you are but I'm not sure how I feel about everything else."
"Take your time Tommy; don't force yourself to feel something you don't know if you feel." Billy told him. "I'll wait patiently, I promise."
Tommy smiled softly. "Thanks bro, I appreciate it. I'm going to go get started on my homework now." He said, turning and going upstairs.
