This story is dedicated to the wonderful people at Monkfans. Their patience, response, and wonderful input have literally created this story! And in advance, I sincerely apologize if I've hurt any feelings in the process of creating this. I just didn't know another way I could have you guys interact with the characters in a real-world sense. To give it away from the beginning would have ruined the intent. In a way, you guys lived on "Planet Monk" for a while.
Part 2
Sharona's face twisted as she read the next post. "Hooks? He wants hooks? What the hell does that have to do with anything?" She shook her head, choosing to ignore the strange post. She, instead, chose to respond further to his other comments. After posting a second time, she went to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream. She was halfway back to the computer room when the phone rang. She knew who it was before she even answered. "Hello Adrian."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Look, you're not the only one that can figure things out Adrian. Besides, who else would call here this time of night?"
"Yeah, well- I guess you have a point…" Sharona waited a second, then started tapping her feet. "Adrian, why did you call?"
She heard him clear his throat. "Listen, Sharona… I- I…" She sighed. "Adrian, I'm getting gray hairs."
"I just wanted to know if you were, if you wanted to come over tomorrow. There's going to be an encore presentation of the episode, and I promise, I won't say a thing!" Sharona rubbed her head. "Adrian, I don't know- you know how you are."
"I just don't get it. You say you like the mystery, but then you get mad when I solve it. You like the characters, but you want them to be more than they are! Why can't you just watch the show?"
"Exactly my point Adrian! Why can't YOU just watch the show? And let me watch it too?" There was silence for a second as Adrian fished for a response. Finally, he sighed.
"If I talk, you can gag me… with a clean towel." Sharona laughed. "All right, fine! I'm holding you to that!"
After hanging up, Adrian returned to his messages. At least two people had responded to his cry for help. Though sympathetic, they didn't know where to find what he needed. Rubbing his eyes, he switched down his laptop.
The next evening, Sharona sat, once more, by Adrian's side. The lights were dimmed- her insistence- and the TV provided a soft glow. As promised, Adrian sat silently by her side. The program ran its course, and Sharona found herself chuckling, and sympathizing with the characters, all at the same time. For his part, Adrian sat with his arms crossed throughout the show. Towards the end of the episode, Sharona's head began to droop. Adrian glanced at her, then looked at her sharply as her head came to rest on his shoulder. He twisted slightly. "Sha- Sharona?" He said softly. She smiled a little in her sleep, settling more heavily against him. Adrian tilted his head up, pulling at his shirt. Sharona rolled a little, her hand falling into his lap, perilously close to his… "Sharona?" He said a little louder. Taking her hand in his, he gently moved it to her lap. Gently, he shook her shoulder with his fingertips. "Sharona, come on, wake up." Groggily, she opened her eyes. "Oh, oh, God, what time is it?" Adrian helped her sit upright. "Ten minutes after eleven. You missed the ending." She yawned. "That's ok, I know how it ends." Adrian smiled slightly. "Listen, Adrian I'm sorry I snapped at you the other day." Adrian shrugged. "No problem. I'm sorry if I ruined the show for you." Sharona's jaw dropped. Adrian looked behind himself. "What, Sharona, what?" She laughed shortly. "You just apologized to me." Adrian shrugged. "Yes…" Sharona shook her head. "Nothing, nothing. Look, I need to get home. I'll see you tomorrow kay?" Adrian nodded. "Ten o' clock." Sharona patted his arm. "Ten o' clock."
She shivered slightly, nervous as his hands slid down her arm. Her heart beat madly in her chest as he carefully undid the buttons of her blouse. Sharona snapped awake. "Oh God!" She held her hand over her heart, still feeling its beat thudding heavily. As the tissue of her dream dissipated, she slowly transitioned to the waking world; barely noticing as the feelings it had evoked vanished with the rising of the sun.
After showering, and seeing Benjy off to day camp, Sharona walked to her computer. Reenergized by the episode she'd seen last night, Sharona read through the recent posts. Looks like her nemesis had managed to irritate a number of people. She shook her head. 'What a jerk.' She thought to herself. Picking up on the thread, she responded, once more, to the insensitive comments that had been posted. After checking her e-mail, she returned to her group, a little surprised that her post had already received a comment… from HIM! She dropped her jaw at what she read. "I don't have time for this right now? Who the hell do you think you are?" Angrily, she fired off another response. And was rewarded by yet another post. She read out loud. "…had the same argument, just yesterday?" A sudden suspicion filled her. She followed her impulse, and clicked on the name connected to the post. There was no picture, but the information provided… She hit reply, and typed:
Oh my God…
Adrian?
Part 2
Sharona's face twisted as she read the next post. "Hooks? He wants hooks? What the hell does that have to do with anything?" She shook her head, choosing to ignore the strange post. She, instead, chose to respond further to his other comments. After posting a second time, she went to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream. She was halfway back to the computer room when the phone rang. She knew who it was before she even answered. "Hello Adrian."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Look, you're not the only one that can figure things out Adrian. Besides, who else would call here this time of night?"
"Yeah, well- I guess you have a point…" Sharona waited a second, then started tapping her feet. "Adrian, why did you call?"
She heard him clear his throat. "Listen, Sharona… I- I…" She sighed. "Adrian, I'm getting gray hairs."
"I just wanted to know if you were, if you wanted to come over tomorrow. There's going to be an encore presentation of the episode, and I promise, I won't say a thing!" Sharona rubbed her head. "Adrian, I don't know- you know how you are."
"I just don't get it. You say you like the mystery, but then you get mad when I solve it. You like the characters, but you want them to be more than they are! Why can't you just watch the show?"
"Exactly my point Adrian! Why can't YOU just watch the show? And let me watch it too?" There was silence for a second as Adrian fished for a response. Finally, he sighed.
"If I talk, you can gag me… with a clean towel." Sharona laughed. "All right, fine! I'm holding you to that!"
After hanging up, Adrian returned to his messages. At least two people had responded to his cry for help. Though sympathetic, they didn't know where to find what he needed. Rubbing his eyes, he switched down his laptop.
The next evening, Sharona sat, once more, by Adrian's side. The lights were dimmed- her insistence- and the TV provided a soft glow. As promised, Adrian sat silently by her side. The program ran its course, and Sharona found herself chuckling, and sympathizing with the characters, all at the same time. For his part, Adrian sat with his arms crossed throughout the show. Towards the end of the episode, Sharona's head began to droop. Adrian glanced at her, then looked at her sharply as her head came to rest on his shoulder. He twisted slightly. "Sha- Sharona?" He said softly. She smiled a little in her sleep, settling more heavily against him. Adrian tilted his head up, pulling at his shirt. Sharona rolled a little, her hand falling into his lap, perilously close to his… "Sharona?" He said a little louder. Taking her hand in his, he gently moved it to her lap. Gently, he shook her shoulder with his fingertips. "Sharona, come on, wake up." Groggily, she opened her eyes. "Oh, oh, God, what time is it?" Adrian helped her sit upright. "Ten minutes after eleven. You missed the ending." She yawned. "That's ok, I know how it ends." Adrian smiled slightly. "Listen, Adrian I'm sorry I snapped at you the other day." Adrian shrugged. "No problem. I'm sorry if I ruined the show for you." Sharona's jaw dropped. Adrian looked behind himself. "What, Sharona, what?" She laughed shortly. "You just apologized to me." Adrian shrugged. "Yes…" Sharona shook her head. "Nothing, nothing. Look, I need to get home. I'll see you tomorrow kay?" Adrian nodded. "Ten o' clock." Sharona patted his arm. "Ten o' clock."
She shivered slightly, nervous as his hands slid down her arm. Her heart beat madly in her chest as he carefully undid the buttons of her blouse. Sharona snapped awake. "Oh God!" She held her hand over her heart, still feeling its beat thudding heavily. As the tissue of her dream dissipated, she slowly transitioned to the waking world; barely noticing as the feelings it had evoked vanished with the rising of the sun.
After showering, and seeing Benjy off to day camp, Sharona walked to her computer. Reenergized by the episode she'd seen last night, Sharona read through the recent posts. Looks like her nemesis had managed to irritate a number of people. She shook her head. 'What a jerk.' She thought to herself. Picking up on the thread, she responded, once more, to the insensitive comments that had been posted. After checking her e-mail, she returned to her group, a little surprised that her post had already received a comment… from HIM! She dropped her jaw at what she read. "I don't have time for this right now? Who the hell do you think you are?" Angrily, she fired off another response. And was rewarded by yet another post. She read out loud. "…had the same argument, just yesterday?" A sudden suspicion filled her. She followed her impulse, and clicked on the name connected to the post. There was no picture, but the information provided… She hit reply, and typed:
Oh my God…
Adrian?