Please see the disclaimer in Ch. 3
Chapter 8 (by AngieBaby)
Andrew stalled outside Monica's closed door for a bit longer. He was a little nervous. He didn't know why. Monica had always been the one Andrew had been most comfortable around. But that seemed to be changing. He stopped pacing and stared at her door, debating weather or not to really go in. he thought about what he just witnessed down stairs. His eyes locking to hers, like they were reading the other's mind. Then his mind was made up. He opened the door slowly, poked his head in and his heart nearly broke.
Monica was sprawled face down on her bed, her shoulders shaking, and he couldn't tell weather she was crying or laughing, but he decided to go with the first. He tiptoed across the room, making no noise at all, and climbed up on her bed right next to her. She payed no attention to him, as if she didn't hear him or feel the bed sinking lower under his weight. He sighed.
" Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry." Andrew sang softly, right into Monica's ear. Her shoulders stopped shaking and her teary eyes met his.
"What's the matter?" He asked with concern for this pretty Irish angel turned human. She shook her head and sat up from her laying down position. The tears still continued to come. She couldn't stop them.
"You know I don't buy that for one second, Angel Girl. Now, please, tell me what's wrong." She sighed.
"I...I can't...it's...I just...can't." She stuttered, not really knowing how to explain herself. Andrew bit his lip.
"C'mon, you have to tell me. It's bothering you and causing you trouble and you know that that hurts me just as much as it hurts you. Please, Moni?"
There it was again, she thought, a little spark of happiness sparking in her heart. But how could she tell him that she was in love with him? That was just something that best friends don't say to one another. It just wasn't. But...what if this was right? What if this was supposed to be happening? Then, she knew, she couldn't ignore it. No matter how hard she tried. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak, but Andrew beat her to it.
"I think we need to have a talk, Angel Girl." He said. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Yea, me too. I really think we need to talk." She added.
"Oh? Well you go first." Andrew encouraged, seeing her look of reluctance.
"OK...uh...you...you remember that day in the park?" She asked, hope shining bright in her yes, eyebrows raised.
"Yea." He said already half-knowing where this was going. "You were wondering what it was like to be in "human" love." He added quickly. She nodded and looked away.
"And do you remember how I said that if I could experience the love that humans feel, that I would...that I...would...I would...that I..." She stuttered again, really not knowing what to say this time. She looked back at him, more tears threating to escape and flood her cheeks. Andrew sighed and he knew that it really was happening. She was in love with him, he was in love with her, and she was right on the brink of confessing it all to him. His heart swelled with joy at his knowledge. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
Monica saw the smile and thought the worst. He thinks I'm being stupid! she thought miserably. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked to the middle of her room, and was nearly to the door, but before she could grasp the knob in her sweaty hands, Andrew strong arms pulled her back towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her into his lap and said,
"You aren't going anywhere until we finish this talk." She hung her head.
"I just don't know how to say it!" She cried out suddenly. "I mean, I've never felt like this before and I don't know what to do with all these feelings and...I just don't know what to do!"
"Well, it might help if you at least try to explain to me what it is you're feeling. Chances are, I'll understand perfectly." He said, trying to hint at her.
"Well, I guess I can try." She said. She felt a little bit better at what he had just said, but she still highly doubted it that he felt the same.
"That's my girl. Now come on. Out with it." He said.
"Ok. Well you do remember that day in the park, and what I said to you, about human love?" She asked, with a child's curiosity. Andrew smiled and nodded.
"I told you that if I could experience human love, that I would love you. And I think it's happening." She said the last part so quietly that he had to strain to hear it. Andrew looked at her, his eyes flooding with happy tears. So this was it, he thought. Monica saw his tears and a feeling of dread crept over her.
"What? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" She asked, her face nearly horror stricken.
"I'm just so happy." He said, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks now. Monica let out the breath she had been holding for what seemed like forever. Then Andrew spoke up again.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I am just so glad that you feel the same. " He said.
"I do, Andy, I really do. I...love you." She said.
"Oh me too, Moni. I love you, too." He said. They both sat, unmoving on Monica's un-made bed, just staring into each others eyes. Andrew moved his hand up and he stroked back a strand of her long hair that had fallen lose from her ponytail.
"So what do we now?" Monica asked breaking the silence. Andrew looked at her with a slight smile. He moved in close to her, cupped her face in his hands and leaned down and touched her lips with his, though only for a few moments. He pulled away and looked at her with more than just a slight smile now. She looked at him the same.
'Wow,' Andrew thought. ' Can't get any better than this. ' But he was wrong, because just then, Monica leaned into him and kissed him back, but this time for longer.
"Oh yes it can." He whispered quietly to himself.
Reading each other's minds, they both got up from the bed and headed towards the door. Andrew's arm was wrapped around her shoulder and both of her arms were wrapped around his waist as they decended down the marble staircase.
'So, this is what's like. To be in love.' Andrew mused happily. 'I really think I'm going to like being human.' He thought to himself, and little did he know, Monica was thinking the exact same thing.
Chapter 8 (by AngieBaby)
Andrew stalled outside Monica's closed door for a bit longer. He was a little nervous. He didn't know why. Monica had always been the one Andrew had been most comfortable around. But that seemed to be changing. He stopped pacing and stared at her door, debating weather or not to really go in. he thought about what he just witnessed down stairs. His eyes locking to hers, like they were reading the other's mind. Then his mind was made up. He opened the door slowly, poked his head in and his heart nearly broke.
Monica was sprawled face down on her bed, her shoulders shaking, and he couldn't tell weather she was crying or laughing, but he decided to go with the first. He tiptoed across the room, making no noise at all, and climbed up on her bed right next to her. She payed no attention to him, as if she didn't hear him or feel the bed sinking lower under his weight. He sighed.
" Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry." Andrew sang softly, right into Monica's ear. Her shoulders stopped shaking and her teary eyes met his.
"What's the matter?" He asked with concern for this pretty Irish angel turned human. She shook her head and sat up from her laying down position. The tears still continued to come. She couldn't stop them.
"You know I don't buy that for one second, Angel Girl. Now, please, tell me what's wrong." She sighed.
"I...I can't...it's...I just...can't." She stuttered, not really knowing how to explain herself. Andrew bit his lip.
"C'mon, you have to tell me. It's bothering you and causing you trouble and you know that that hurts me just as much as it hurts you. Please, Moni?"
There it was again, she thought, a little spark of happiness sparking in her heart. But how could she tell him that she was in love with him? That was just something that best friends don't say to one another. It just wasn't. But...what if this was right? What if this was supposed to be happening? Then, she knew, she couldn't ignore it. No matter how hard she tried. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak, but Andrew beat her to it.
"I think we need to have a talk, Angel Girl." He said. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Yea, me too. I really think we need to talk." She added.
"Oh? Well you go first." Andrew encouraged, seeing her look of reluctance.
"OK...uh...you...you remember that day in the park?" She asked, hope shining bright in her yes, eyebrows raised.
"Yea." He said already half-knowing where this was going. "You were wondering what it was like to be in "human" love." He added quickly. She nodded and looked away.
"And do you remember how I said that if I could experience the love that humans feel, that I would...that I...would...I would...that I..." She stuttered again, really not knowing what to say this time. She looked back at him, more tears threating to escape and flood her cheeks. Andrew sighed and he knew that it really was happening. She was in love with him, he was in love with her, and she was right on the brink of confessing it all to him. His heart swelled with joy at his knowledge. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
Monica saw the smile and thought the worst. He thinks I'm being stupid! she thought miserably. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked to the middle of her room, and was nearly to the door, but before she could grasp the knob in her sweaty hands, Andrew strong arms pulled her back towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her into his lap and said,
"You aren't going anywhere until we finish this talk." She hung her head.
"I just don't know how to say it!" She cried out suddenly. "I mean, I've never felt like this before and I don't know what to do with all these feelings and...I just don't know what to do!"
"Well, it might help if you at least try to explain to me what it is you're feeling. Chances are, I'll understand perfectly." He said, trying to hint at her.
"Well, I guess I can try." She said. She felt a little bit better at what he had just said, but she still highly doubted it that he felt the same.
"That's my girl. Now come on. Out with it." He said.
"Ok. Well you do remember that day in the park, and what I said to you, about human love?" She asked, with a child's curiosity. Andrew smiled and nodded.
"I told you that if I could experience human love, that I would love you. And I think it's happening." She said the last part so quietly that he had to strain to hear it. Andrew looked at her, his eyes flooding with happy tears. So this was it, he thought. Monica saw his tears and a feeling of dread crept over her.
"What? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" She asked, her face nearly horror stricken.
"I'm just so happy." He said, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks now. Monica let out the breath she had been holding for what seemed like forever. Then Andrew spoke up again.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I am just so glad that you feel the same. " He said.
"I do, Andy, I really do. I...love you." She said.
"Oh me too, Moni. I love you, too." He said. They both sat, unmoving on Monica's un-made bed, just staring into each others eyes. Andrew moved his hand up and he stroked back a strand of her long hair that had fallen lose from her ponytail.
"So what do we now?" Monica asked breaking the silence. Andrew looked at her with a slight smile. He moved in close to her, cupped her face in his hands and leaned down and touched her lips with his, though only for a few moments. He pulled away and looked at her with more than just a slight smile now. She looked at him the same.
'Wow,' Andrew thought. ' Can't get any better than this. ' But he was wrong, because just then, Monica leaned into him and kissed him back, but this time for longer.
"Oh yes it can." He whispered quietly to himself.
Reading each other's minds, they both got up from the bed and headed towards the door. Andrew's arm was wrapped around her shoulder and both of her arms were wrapped around his waist as they decended down the marble staircase.
'So, this is what's like. To be in love.' Andrew mused happily. 'I really think I'm going to like being human.' He thought to himself, and little did he know, Monica was thinking the exact same thing.