AUTHORS NOTE- SORT OF
Christian sat by the window as usual feeling alone and wishing he had the effort to find a duster and clear the window of the thick stick layer of gunk that had settle there over the last few months. Slowly his brain began to move again. He wondered if someone could answer all his questions.
Was anyone actually reading this? Wondered Christian, I mean, should OverMyShoulder continue? Or is this going nowhere? She knows she hasn't been the best for updating but she tried and then felt the response had died, was this true? Or her wicked imagination playing tricks on her? Christian found the only way he could be answered was through one of those brilliant reviews.
Tried to make this a more interesting kind of A/N… but to me it just looks retarded xD