Chapter One
Chapter One
“Sorry that they’re such pigs,” Kevin Richardson said, picking up a coffee cup and walking towards Allison Revene’s kitchen. Who was Allison Revene? And what was Kevin Richardson doing in her kitchen? And who am I, the one asking these disgustingly annoying questions that you can’t possibly answer because we’re only one paragraph into this story and I’m already babbling endlessly.
I’m Laura, Kevin’s guardian angel. You don’t believe me? I can answer any question any of you obsessed fans can. And then some. I follow him around, making sure that he doesn’t fall off the stage, or get his foot run over by a van. I know his past, present, and future.
Kevin, as you all know, I’m sure, if you’re reading this story, is a Backstreet Boy. I’m here to protect him from harm, evil, and any money-grubbers that may come along. Well, not really that last part, but when you’re a Backstreet Boys’ guardian angel, you have to be a little extra careful.
Allison, or Allie as the Boys affectionately call her, is writing the Boys’ biographies, and they had all come over for a little bit, for some question-and-answer time while Allie is preparing the book, which apparently is going to be called, “They’ve Got It Goin’ On! A Backstreet Story.” I don’t even want to know where that gal came up with that.
“No, Kevin, you really don’t have to stay. I can clean it up myself. Really,” Allison insisted, and Kevin, being the stubborn Southern gentleman that he is, will put up an argument. I’ve seen this happen a hundred times before. The chemistry… Of course, Kevin and Allie will never see it. It is sewn in the heavens that it just isn’t meant to be.
I wish I could love… it’s better to lose a love than to never know it at all… But, I only exist to watch over Kevin, not to love or meddle in his life, or any other mortal’s. It is engraved in the heavens that if any guardian angel interferes with any mortal’s life, they shall slowly disappear… until they are nothing, nothing at all. Not even a soul… Just a wisp of smoke, floating around forever and ever… until the heavens crash down on earth. It is all written in the heavens, if you know how to read the stars…
As I watch them, it becomes apparent that nothing can be done… It’s such a waste… nothing at all will happen between them, when there is obviously so much there. Love. Eternal conflict, and an eternal connection. There is one partner for each person. No one is whole, only a lonely half, until they find the rest of their soul… Until it bonds, forever becoming one.
Joining together two souls that are meant to be is a joyous occasion, and it has the satisfaction that can be compared to the satisfaction of placing the last piece of a puzzle in place, only a hundred times greater. It has the happiness of a drunken soul, only pure as a virgin. The party in the heavens goes on, until the sun rises, baring a new day for all.
Only once or twice in a generation do two souls find each other, and live happily ever after. Life just isn’t like that… You have to make something of it, and only then are the stitches in the quilt in the sky torn out, and replaced by silver threads, ones that can never be torn out, only tarnished, which, if polished, can shine like new again, but always smell faintly of cleaning fluid. All of life can be compared to that one silver thread. Silver needs to be cared for, cherished and cleaned, making sure that it is never ignored, or else it will slowly turn until dust, until it blows slowly away until there is nothing but air in its place. It can never be ripped in half, only wear gradually away until the only thing noticeable is the absent, empty space which the once brilliant silver had previously occupied.
“No, no. Go home! Get some sleep. Enjoy your break!” Allie continued to argue, subconsciously knowing that all she wanted to do was prolong Kevin’s stay.
“No. I insist! Let. Me. Help.” Kevin answered. Here we go again. Another argument…
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