Author's ramblings: AngieBaby has outdone herself here! I'm so proud of
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Chapter 6 (by AngieBaby)
As Andrew drifted off to sleep in his animal print room, Monica lay in hers, wide awake. Ever since the two of them had turned human, she had been feeling differently around him. She had always looked to him as a best friend, or even big brother. But now...her feelings were changing. Truthfully, she didn't know what to think or how to feel, because this had never happened before, obviously, because they were both angels. She stared up at the ceiling, a look of confusion on her pretty face. She knew that the Father had reasons for putting her and Andrew into human form. She just wished she knew why. Normally, when either of them were in human form, it was because a lesson had to be learned. But Monica didn't know what kind of lesson could be learned with what was happening now.
"Father?" She prayed aloud. " I know that you have a specific, and important reason for putting Andy and I in human form. I don't mean to question your authority, I'm just wondering what all this is about. You've probably noticed, but every time he looks at me, touches me, or is just in the same room with me, my heart starts pounding and I get butterflies in my stomach. I'm so confused...I just don't know what to think about all this. I've always wondered what it would be like to be...well...in love, if that's even what this is...maybe I'm over-reacting a bit...but...oh I just don't know!" She said in an exasperated tone. "What if I'm being stupid? What if I am just imagining these different feelings? What if I told Andy what I was feeling and then...HE thought I was being stupid? I don't know if I could handle that! Or what if...what if HE'S feeling the exact same thing?! Maybe I should just talk to him." Monica said, half thinking out loud.
"No...I can't talk to him yet. I mean we've only been human for a day and a half and...maybe I'm just going too fast." She sighed and shook her head. "Being human is far too complicated!" She exclaimed quietly.
Human thirst suddenly came over her and she got out of bed and walked towards the door. The Irish angel turned human walked silently down the hall so as not to disturb anyone. She walked straight past Andrew's room, but then backtracked and opened his door and smiled to see that he was sleeping soundly. She looked over her shoulder, not really expecting to see anyone, and then opened the door wider and tiptoed over to the side of his bed. She stared down at his adorable face for a few moments.
"You look so cute when you sleep." She whispered to his still form. She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently before turning around and heading back out the door and continuing on her quest to the kitchen.
Monica entered the kitchen and poured a glass of water, then sat down at the breakfast bar. She set her glass down and put her chin in her hands and thought some more. She must have been down there for about 20 minutes. Suddenly, Estelle loomed out of the shadows.
"I thought I heard some one down here." She said with a smile. "Having trouble sleeping?" She asked with a concerned look. Monica shook her head.
"No I just have a lot on my mind." She said with a small laugh.
"Well, spill it. I was a young girl too once. You're not going through anything now, that I haven't been through at least once in my long life." Estelle said with a wink. Monica smiled again. She was really starting to like this old lady.
"Well I...uh...I don't really know how to say it..." Monica said with a sheepish smile. Estelle nodded and threw Monica a knowing smile.
"Oh OK. I see." She said with a smile. " This wouldn't have anything to do with Andrew, now would it?" Monica blushed and looked away. Estelle laughed.
"You guys are always together. I mean, I know you're friends, but maybe you are becoming more than just friends. You think?" She asked.
"I don't know. I don't really know what it is I'm feeling. This has never happened to me before!" She exclaimed. Estelle shushed her.
"We wouldn't want to wake Andrew, would we? Let's keep our voices down, honey." Estelle said in a motherly-like tone. Monica nodded.
"What was it that you felt, when you knew you loved Walt?" She asked cautiously. Estelle pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Well, lets see. I always felt warm inside. Like every time he looked at me or touched me, it would warm my heart. The butterflies in my stomach were flapping their wings non-stop. I always felt safe around him, missed him terribly when he left. And then I knew." She said. "Are these feelings ringing any bells?" Monica sighed then nodded.
"Yeah...a few of them..." She said, her forehead wrinkled.
"Well, maybe you are just feeling a little closer to him than you ever have before. Don't worry about it. It's totally normal." Estelle said. Monica sighed again, really confused now.
So, what do I do?" She asked a little shakily.
"You should talk to him. I mean, he could be feeling the exact same thing at this very moment. He might even be a little relieved that you were the one who said something. That's how it was with Walter and I. He was just a bit too nervous to say anything, but when I blurted out my feelings first, he did too. I'd say your best bet is to tell him straight away!" Estelle said enthusiastically. Monica bit her lip.
"But if he doesn't feel the same, I'll fee like an idiot!"
Estelle laughed. "You can't going around thinking that, because if you do, it might never happen. Think positive! And talk to Andrew." She said, then added, "And you might think about going to bed sometime soon..." Monica laughed.
"I don't know if I can sleep now. I have way more on my mind now than I did an hour ago." Estelle chuckled.
"Well at least try. But I am going to bed!" She announced. She got up from her chair, put her glass away, came back over to Monica and kissed her forehead, acting in a mother-ly manner again. She smiled and followed Estelle up the stairs and back into her own bedroom. Once there, she plopped down on her feather soft bed and sighed deeply, a bright smile across her face. So she was feeling closer to Andrew than before, closer than close, she thought happily. Maybe this was the Father's plan. Maybe they were supposed to be feeling closer to one another than normally. Of course, if they weren't supposed to than they probably wouldn't. This made Monica even more happy. She lay in her bed, hugging her pillow tightly. This was such an eventful day, from turning human, to having a water fight, to snuggling with Andrew on the couch, to talking with Estelle about love. She sighed.
"I think I'm gonna like being human." She said out loud.
"Thank you, Father for whatever this is that I am feeling towards Andrew." She prayed. "But please, don't let it end!" She whispered urgently, before she fell into a deep, sound sleep.
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This time, as Monica drifted off to sleep, Andrew lay in his bed, not wide awake, but only half-sleeping. Earlier, when Monica had come into his room, he woke up from the sound of her opening the door. He was still half asleep, but he heard what she said. She had told him that he looked cute when he was sleeping, and just the thought of that caused his heart to flood with happiness. It's not like she hadn't ever said that before, because she had, but now it was different. He didn't really know why. He didn't want it to end, he wanted whatever he was feeling to keep going, to blossom into something beautiful, as Tess had said once. He thought about Monica and a smile a mile wide spread across his handsome features. He remembered how hard it was to keep a straight face when she came into his room. She stepped over to the side of his bed and whispered the sweetest words he had ever heard from anyone to him. Then she kissed his forehead. When her tender lips touched his face, it was all he could do to not open his eyes, pull her to him, and kiss her back! The thought made him laugh out loud, but it was very true. He sighed, sat up and put his face in his hands. Why was this happening? Of course he didn't mind it, he just wondered why.
He decided that at 5 in the morning, it was too late, or early rather, to go back to sleep. So, he got dressed and went down stairs. Once there, he plopped down comfortably on the sofa and grabbed the book that he had been reading the night before. He was so engrossed in the story that is was 7:30 before he looked at his watch again. It was then that he noticed the grumbling in his stomach.
He got up from his comfy place on the sofa and headed towards the kitchen to make something for breakfast. 20 minutes later, he had a nice batch of pancakes grilling on a skillet he found in a drawer under the stove. It was nearly 8:00 and nobody was up yet, but Andrew decided to change that. He climbed the stairs and walked down the hall towards Monica's room. He opened the door quietly and, acting on her influence, tiptoed across the room, and sat down on the edge of her bed. She stirred a little bit, then rolled over, now facing him. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, the same as she had done to him. She squeezed her eyes tight, then opened them. A smile spread across her face and she yawned.
"Good morning , Angel Girl." He said to her. " Are you hungry? I made pancakes." She nodded and tried to stifle another yawn, but it was no use.
"Are you still tired, sweetie?" He asked, feeling a little guilty for waking her up so early. She shook her head "no" and sat up.
"No not really. I was just up late, that's all." She said. Andrew nodded.
"Well, pancakes are ready whenever you are." He said, kissed her forehead gently again, and left the room. As soon as he left Monica bolted from her bed and into her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and made a face. She grabbed her hair brush and brushed the tangles from her long hair. She skipped from the bathroom back into her room, grabbed her bathrobe, and flew back out of her room and down the stairs.
Chapter 6 (by AngieBaby)
As Andrew drifted off to sleep in his animal print room, Monica lay in hers, wide awake. Ever since the two of them had turned human, she had been feeling differently around him. She had always looked to him as a best friend, or even big brother. But now...her feelings were changing. Truthfully, she didn't know what to think or how to feel, because this had never happened before, obviously, because they were both angels. She stared up at the ceiling, a look of confusion on her pretty face. She knew that the Father had reasons for putting her and Andrew into human form. She just wished she knew why. Normally, when either of them were in human form, it was because a lesson had to be learned. But Monica didn't know what kind of lesson could be learned with what was happening now.
"Father?" She prayed aloud. " I know that you have a specific, and important reason for putting Andy and I in human form. I don't mean to question your authority, I'm just wondering what all this is about. You've probably noticed, but every time he looks at me, touches me, or is just in the same room with me, my heart starts pounding and I get butterflies in my stomach. I'm so confused...I just don't know what to think about all this. I've always wondered what it would be like to be...well...in love, if that's even what this is...maybe I'm over-reacting a bit...but...oh I just don't know!" She said in an exasperated tone. "What if I'm being stupid? What if I am just imagining these different feelings? What if I told Andy what I was feeling and then...HE thought I was being stupid? I don't know if I could handle that! Or what if...what if HE'S feeling the exact same thing?! Maybe I should just talk to him." Monica said, half thinking out loud.
"No...I can't talk to him yet. I mean we've only been human for a day and a half and...maybe I'm just going too fast." She sighed and shook her head. "Being human is far too complicated!" She exclaimed quietly.
Human thirst suddenly came over her and she got out of bed and walked towards the door. The Irish angel turned human walked silently down the hall so as not to disturb anyone. She walked straight past Andrew's room, but then backtracked and opened his door and smiled to see that he was sleeping soundly. She looked over her shoulder, not really expecting to see anyone, and then opened the door wider and tiptoed over to the side of his bed. She stared down at his adorable face for a few moments.
"You look so cute when you sleep." She whispered to his still form. She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently before turning around and heading back out the door and continuing on her quest to the kitchen.
Monica entered the kitchen and poured a glass of water, then sat down at the breakfast bar. She set her glass down and put her chin in her hands and thought some more. She must have been down there for about 20 minutes. Suddenly, Estelle loomed out of the shadows.
"I thought I heard some one down here." She said with a smile. "Having trouble sleeping?" She asked with a concerned look. Monica shook her head.
"No I just have a lot on my mind." She said with a small laugh.
"Well, spill it. I was a young girl too once. You're not going through anything now, that I haven't been through at least once in my long life." Estelle said with a wink. Monica smiled again. She was really starting to like this old lady.
"Well I...uh...I don't really know how to say it..." Monica said with a sheepish smile. Estelle nodded and threw Monica a knowing smile.
"Oh OK. I see." She said with a smile. " This wouldn't have anything to do with Andrew, now would it?" Monica blushed and looked away. Estelle laughed.
"You guys are always together. I mean, I know you're friends, but maybe you are becoming more than just friends. You think?" She asked.
"I don't know. I don't really know what it is I'm feeling. This has never happened to me before!" She exclaimed. Estelle shushed her.
"We wouldn't want to wake Andrew, would we? Let's keep our voices down, honey." Estelle said in a motherly-like tone. Monica nodded.
"What was it that you felt, when you knew you loved Walt?" She asked cautiously. Estelle pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Well, lets see. I always felt warm inside. Like every time he looked at me or touched me, it would warm my heart. The butterflies in my stomach were flapping their wings non-stop. I always felt safe around him, missed him terribly when he left. And then I knew." She said. "Are these feelings ringing any bells?" Monica sighed then nodded.
"Yeah...a few of them..." She said, her forehead wrinkled.
"Well, maybe you are just feeling a little closer to him than you ever have before. Don't worry about it. It's totally normal." Estelle said. Monica sighed again, really confused now.
So, what do I do?" She asked a little shakily.
"You should talk to him. I mean, he could be feeling the exact same thing at this very moment. He might even be a little relieved that you were the one who said something. That's how it was with Walter and I. He was just a bit too nervous to say anything, but when I blurted out my feelings first, he did too. I'd say your best bet is to tell him straight away!" Estelle said enthusiastically. Monica bit her lip.
"But if he doesn't feel the same, I'll fee like an idiot!"
Estelle laughed. "You can't going around thinking that, because if you do, it might never happen. Think positive! And talk to Andrew." She said, then added, "And you might think about going to bed sometime soon..." Monica laughed.
"I don't know if I can sleep now. I have way more on my mind now than I did an hour ago." Estelle chuckled.
"Well at least try. But I am going to bed!" She announced. She got up from her chair, put her glass away, came back over to Monica and kissed her forehead, acting in a mother-ly manner again. She smiled and followed Estelle up the stairs and back into her own bedroom. Once there, she plopped down on her feather soft bed and sighed deeply, a bright smile across her face. So she was feeling closer to Andrew than before, closer than close, she thought happily. Maybe this was the Father's plan. Maybe they were supposed to be feeling closer to one another than normally. Of course, if they weren't supposed to than they probably wouldn't. This made Monica even more happy. She lay in her bed, hugging her pillow tightly. This was such an eventful day, from turning human, to having a water fight, to snuggling with Andrew on the couch, to talking with Estelle about love. She sighed.
"I think I'm gonna like being human." She said out loud.
"Thank you, Father for whatever this is that I am feeling towards Andrew." She prayed. "But please, don't let it end!" She whispered urgently, before she fell into a deep, sound sleep.
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This time, as Monica drifted off to sleep, Andrew lay in his bed, not wide awake, but only half-sleeping. Earlier, when Monica had come into his room, he woke up from the sound of her opening the door. He was still half asleep, but he heard what she said. She had told him that he looked cute when he was sleeping, and just the thought of that caused his heart to flood with happiness. It's not like she hadn't ever said that before, because she had, but now it was different. He didn't really know why. He didn't want it to end, he wanted whatever he was feeling to keep going, to blossom into something beautiful, as Tess had said once. He thought about Monica and a smile a mile wide spread across his handsome features. He remembered how hard it was to keep a straight face when she came into his room. She stepped over to the side of his bed and whispered the sweetest words he had ever heard from anyone to him. Then she kissed his forehead. When her tender lips touched his face, it was all he could do to not open his eyes, pull her to him, and kiss her back! The thought made him laugh out loud, but it was very true. He sighed, sat up and put his face in his hands. Why was this happening? Of course he didn't mind it, he just wondered why.
He decided that at 5 in the morning, it was too late, or early rather, to go back to sleep. So, he got dressed and went down stairs. Once there, he plopped down comfortably on the sofa and grabbed the book that he had been reading the night before. He was so engrossed in the story that is was 7:30 before he looked at his watch again. It was then that he noticed the grumbling in his stomach.
He got up from his comfy place on the sofa and headed towards the kitchen to make something for breakfast. 20 minutes later, he had a nice batch of pancakes grilling on a skillet he found in a drawer under the stove. It was nearly 8:00 and nobody was up yet, but Andrew decided to change that. He climbed the stairs and walked down the hall towards Monica's room. He opened the door quietly and, acting on her influence, tiptoed across the room, and sat down on the edge of her bed. She stirred a little bit, then rolled over, now facing him. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, the same as she had done to him. She squeezed her eyes tight, then opened them. A smile spread across her face and she yawned.
"Good morning , Angel Girl." He said to her. " Are you hungry? I made pancakes." She nodded and tried to stifle another yawn, but it was no use.
"Are you still tired, sweetie?" He asked, feeling a little guilty for waking her up so early. She shook her head "no" and sat up.
"No not really. I was just up late, that's all." She said. Andrew nodded.
"Well, pancakes are ready whenever you are." He said, kissed her forehead gently again, and left the room. As soon as he left Monica bolted from her bed and into her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and made a face. She grabbed her hair brush and brushed the tangles from her long hair. She skipped from the bathroom back into her room, grabbed her bathrobe, and flew back out of her room and down the stairs.