Forbidden Love: Behind the Scenes

(By Kimbre)

Note: This is a short story that Kimbre made to persuade Angie to keep on writing her (wonderful ) story on Fan Fiction Net. The name of Angie's (amazing) story is "Forbidden Love" and we all hope that someday she can reassume her amazing writing skills and finish this great TBAA fan fic. Angie, we're all praying for you, girl, you totally rock!

Andrew sighed exhaustedly, wondering how much longer this was going to go on. Where nearly two months ago, his biggest problem was trying to find Monica, now he had other problems that were speaking to him much more loudly.

His feet were killing him.

He had left Starbucks back on February 8^th and since then, he had found himself walking and he simply couldn’t explain it. He had refused coffee from Jason, walked out the door into the cold and had been moving ever since. He felt a little bit like that character out of the movie "Forrest Gump", where the Forrest had woken up one morning and just decided he "felt like running." Only Andrew had been walking.

Walking for nearly two months and not accomplishing anything really. He was no closer to finding Monica and he hadn’t seen Tess either. That was the only problem with fan fiction; authors got busy and they never gave a second thought to the characters they had brought to life who were now left dangling in limbo. He had seen it happen too many times before. In fact, some stories had been left unfinished for years, which meant that clones of his character just kept spinning their wheels, hoping for closure one day.

The angel was sure he had blisters upon his blisters by this time and he was so tired of walking, he wished he had not refused that second cup of hot chocolate. Two months was a long time to not do anything but walk and if he had chosen hot chocolate instead of leaving Starbucks, maybe he’d at least be sitting down.

"Come on, Angie," He muttered with a weary sigh, "You’re killing me here. I just hope poor Monica was not left in quite as awkward a position."

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The Irish angel sighed and then rolled her eyes. She had been holding this bloody Starbucks bottle for close to two months and the cramps in her fingers were killing her. She now also knew exactly how many little lines were in each fingerprint on the bottle and had compared them to her own fingerprints hundreds of times as she had nothing else to do. She was so sick of sitting it was unbelievable and she would give anything for a fresh outfit.

Though she was not physically tied to her chair, she’ d may as well be as the "master puppeteer" had been MIA for several weeks now and she had left Monica in quite an awkward position. Jason had been staring at her, hour after hour and he was starting to give her the heebie jeebies, but in all honesty, he didn’t have anything else to do either. The stagnated story had not allowed for anymore customers to walk into Starbucks either. Oh well, at least Angie had stopped with Jason behind the counter and not any closer to her as she was still unsure if she could trust him or not as that part of the story had yet to be revealed. It was all she could do to not tell him to take a picture of her as it would last longer, but then again, that might be a lie. For as long as she had been sitting here, a photographed may very well yellow before she was permitted to move from this chair and it might take pliers to get this stupid bottled out of her cramping fingers.

"Angie, where are you?" Monica murmured with another sigh, "I’m going to have nightmares for months about this creepy Starbucks guy staring at me though a stupid Frappuccino bottle."

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Dear Angie,

Hope this made you laugh and also helped you to know how much I miss your story. More soon, please? And I’m speaking on behalf of myself as well as these two poor angels.

Love,

Kim