A/N: Hello…I'm back again. First off, I've been having some serious creative block when it comes to unique and cool story ideas.
So…once again…this was a simple but great idea that the amazing writer 506thpir gave me…she is really an inspiration. To all you Tandre shippers out there…please show her stories some love and read and review…she is an amazing writer and she has helped me out a lot without asking for anything in return…
Thank you Jenna = )…I mean…506thpir lol…
Anyways, in response to a few private messages I have received. Yes I am a 20 year old guy…and yes I am straight…not that it matters... some of my best friends are gay…but for some reason its a lot harder for ppl to believe i'm straight than the fact that I'm a guy lol…and to one girl that asked…or pretty much stated "that I must be like skinny and wear glasses" nope sorry…I'm in the military and I've been involved in athletics since about 12…and i'm about 225 lbs. …and I don't wear glasses lmao…and I can already see the next set of questions that come…so nope I'm not fat…mum…a few of my friends say I look a little like and i'm built like John Cena…but a five foot nine version…not six foot something lol…I wonder if John Cena writes fanfiction lol…anyways that's just for some of you that were wondering lol…
One last thing…thank all you readers and reviewers that help my break 100 review on my story "Roses"…and thank you to the one person who randomly flamed…but I'm not sure why but ehhh…whatever…Also, I know this first chapter might seem a little bit weird…and trust me….this story ships are TANDRE, BADE, and CABBIE…I repeat…the ships for this story are TANDRE, BADE, AND CABBIE…eventually lol
This is just the initial set up chapter…setting up the story and the drama…but I hope you guys review and let me know how you like it so far…and that's about it. Thank you, Trim59.
Andre was a talented man. He was an good athlete. While he may not have been one of the best drama club members at Hollywood Arts, he was still a solid actor and was constantly improving. It was well known that he was an incredible songwriter and musician. However, not many people knew until a few months prior how talented of a writer Andre was. Well, more of an advice giver than a writer…and all of his friends knew that. Regardless, it had been about three months since Andre's debut as a writer came in the Hollywood Arts weekly newspaper, "The Buzz".
It was a simple concept. His article was "Ask Andre" and he gave advice in his column. The people who wrote were usually anonymous and Andre's advice was always insightful and worth following, but that wasn't the reason it became one of the most popular things at Hollywood Arts after the first few weeks. It was the drama, and some of the questions he got were incredibly juicy and ironically, had the school "buzzing" every week. Usually, it was a guy or girl that was quite smitten with a member of the opposite sex…and most of the student body wondered who the lovesick person was. Of course, the identity of the crushee and not just the crusher was also a commonly debated and discussed topic. Before the first month was over Andre's general advice column had become only about romance, and it was getting so popular that Andre was now responding to multiple letters every week and it had its own page in "The Buzz" dedicated to it.
If it was possible, Jade would have punched herself in her face. Well, it was possible…but you get the point. She felt like a stupid adolescent girl that would write about all her feelings and the struggles of growing up in her diary. Regardless, she had tried to come to her own conclusions and resolutions in her head for a while now. She was getting nowhere. She would have asked Andre in person for advice, but her own pride was stopping her. She started to move the pen along the paper as she knew there was no other way if she really wanted help. If there was any other option…any at all…she would have taken it.
I am female first of all. Here's my problem:
I have been dating my boyfriend for a while now. He makes me happy. He loves me. I love him. We are almost polar opposites…from different sides of the tracks, yin and yang, black and white, fire and ice, or whatever you want to call it. And to be honest it's a big turn on and one of the reasons I initially went out with him.
But the problem is this: I love him…but I'm not sure if I'm in love with him…and I think I'm in love with someone else.
Even worse, the person I' think I'm falling for I hate. He's a loser. He has no spine and lets people walk all over him. He's a coward. He has the emotional mindset of a 13 year old girl. He is attractive, but the way he dresses could make Tom Cruise look ugly. He is annoying. Basically, he's pathetic in almost aspect of the word. I mean he has a puppet. A freaking puppet. Yes, if it's not already obvious enough I think I love Robbie Shapiro.
What do I do…besides go to a pysch ward?
Girl who almost hopes you don't actually respond to this
Beck let out a big sigh as he peered down at the letter he had just finished writing. Putting the envelope down beside the letter, Beck picked up the letter. He figured he might as well read it over again.
I'm a guy. Here's my problem: I love my girlfriend and I don't want to hurt her. Well that's not really the entire problem. The problem is I don't think I want to be with her anymore. Let me explain before you make any assumptions.
She is amazing and I know she cares and loves me even though she doesn't always show it. She is definitely not the type of girl to wear her emotions on her sleeves. She is much more opted to show me that she cares by kissing me, caressing me, or by other means of physical contact. She rarely explains her feelings or actually wants to have meaningful conversations. Who knows, maybe I'm the girl and she's the guy in this relationship?
Anyways, to add to the problem there is another girl.
I love my girlfriend, but this other girl is everything my girlfriend is not. She's spontaneous, fun loving, eccentric, and wears her heart on her sleeve. She might be a little bit crazy…but just being around her is like a breathe of fresh air. I don't know if I just love my girlfriend or I'm in love with her. Furthermore, I don't know if i just like this other girl, or it's something more, but one thing is for sure…
I have a huge crush on Cat Valentine.
What do I do?
With trembling hands, Beck folded up the letter and placed it in the envelope. Before he had second thoughts, Beck quickly sealed the letter.
I am a girl here at Hollywood Arts. My problem is I'm head over heels for this guy.
First off, I'll go with the obvious.
He is beautiful. He has a body of a star athlete. He's tall, dark, and handsome. He's pretty much a heart throb and he might not realize it but girls swoon at the mention of him when he's not around. He's really popular…not that it plays a factor in this because I am fairly well liked in school…but I just thought I'd throw that in.
Now I know that might just sound like a crush but that's not all. He is the most caring person I have ever met. Any time I have ever gone through something rough he has always been there for me. I love having him as a friend. He makes me smile and laugh more than any other person and I could go on like this until I kill every tree in the world.
Yep, if you haven't picked up on it I'm in love with one of my best friends. The problem is it feels like I'm dying a little bit each day having him around and pretending like I'm satisfied just by being his friend. He doesn't even have a clue about how I feel. I don't want to lose him. If I did I think I would die. That's why I'm so afraid to try to initiate anything or even make the first move on him.
I know your not a girl…but what would you do? And by that I mean- how should I try to let him know how I feel without scaring or chasing him away. Thank you.
Tori had barely taken a breathe since she started reading her letter. Without a doubt, this was the craziest thing she had ever done. So crazy that it could possibly work.
Andre let out a huge sigh as he ran his heads through his hair. Looking down at the three letters he just finished reading at his desk, Andre shook his head. This was going to be hard…and it didn't help that two of the letters were pertaining to his close friends. He didn't waste time and immediately started his response to "a girl that almost hoped he didn't respond".