Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 17:29:46 -0400
From: P J <asinglewriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin & TJ/Chapters 1-4/Installment 1/Gay Male/High School

Warning: This story may contain acts of sex between teenage boys. If this
kind of story is not legal in your area please do NOT read any further. If
you do you are agreeing to take full responsibility for your actions and you
will not hold the author liable. This story has ONLY been released to the
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Hello. I started this story several years ago and have no idea what happened
to it. I don't even remember the name of it. I have decided to totally
rewrite it. The plot has changed dramatically so if by some chance you read
the old one this one is by far much different. Please e-mail me at
asinglewriter@hotmail.com and let me know what you think.

Paul

Prelude

	My parents died while taking me home from the hospital two days after I was
born. A tire blew out on the railroad track just as a train was coming.
There was no gate at that intersection or any red flashing lights. The
emergency crews had little hope of any survivors. A young firefighter named
Luke thought he heard a faint cry but saw no one. When they were pulling my
now deceased parents out of the pickup truck that same firefighter saw a
hospital bracelet on my mother's wrist. On it was the unit of the hospital
she had been in. It said labor and delivery. At that moment he talked to the
captain who then turned this recovery operation into a search and rescue
operation in case there had been a newborn in the car. Everyone was quiet.
Then they all heard the faint cry. Everyone was rushing around to find the
newborn. It didn't take long for them to find me. I was still in my car seat
many yards down the tracks in some tall weeds turned upside down. Other than
a few minor cuts and bruises I was okay. To this day they have not clue how
I escaped but I think my parents were in the process of throwing me out of
the truck to save my life just as the train hit. We may never know.

	I was raised mostly by my grandmother, my mom's mom, who had little help
from anyone. She was a widow when she got me and now she has died. I still
am unsure what the future holds for me.

Chapter 1: Uncle Who?

	The state appointed an attorney for me and told me there was a trust fund
set up in my name. It not only had the life insurance money in it from when
my parents died but also all of the insurance from my grandparents' deaths.
I would get part of it on my eighteenth birthday, part of it would go toward
college, and the majority of it I would not see until I was a college
graduate. Mrs. Jenkins, my attorney, told me I would never have to worry
about money. She arranged for me to stay with the pastor and his new bride
until more permanent arrangements could be made. Pastor Smithe was a young
Baptist preacher who just became the full time pastor of the little church
down the road. He is twenty five, only eleven years older than I am. We get
along pretty well. Since it is summer time I pretty much get to do what I
want. Although he does not make me go to church with them, I somewhat feel
obligated to go. He really is a nice guy, has a lot of conviction, and truly
believes the words that come out of his mouth. So do I.

      	As we pulled into the driveway after lunch on a bright sunny Sunday
afternoon there was Mrs. Jenkins standing in the driveway with a perplexed
look on her face. As we got out of the vehicle she approached us.

"Well Justin," that's me, "it seems you have an Uncle Mike and he has agreed
to take you in. He lives in California with his common-law wife Summer."

           "I don't have an Uncle Mike. I have never heard of a Mike in the
family." What was going on here, what was Mrs. Jenkins up to, and who in the
Hell (sorry pastor^Å HECK) is this Mike and Summer she keeps talking about. I
was about to find out.

	"Justin, I am not sure of the story as to why you do not know your uncle
but he will be here to meet you tomorrow. I assure you that he is your
uncle. I have even done a background check to confirm it."

	After thinking all my family is dead and that I am the only one left, now I
find out that I have an Uncle who is living in California. Mrs. Jenkins went
on to explain that it was my mom's brother. The only thing I could tell
about him over the phone is that he seemed a little odd but extremely nice.
He also was not aware that both his parents and sister were dead. He was
even more shocked to find out that his sister had married and had a son.
Mrs. Jenkins said he broke down on the phone. What was this guy going to be
like? Did I have to go with him? Did I not want to go? I guess everything
would be figured out in the morning.

The Next Morning^Å

	I awoke to the sound of a very loud radio. I figured the pastor and his
wife were not home when it did not shut off so I headed to the living room
thinking it must have been the clock radio. Once I got there the music
stopped. I looked up and there was the whole church choir having choir
practice in the living room. That would not necessarily have been a bad
thing if I was not fourteen years old and wearing only a pair of boxers with
a bad case of morning wood. There he was, sticking straight out of my fly. I
looked down to see what everyone was staring at. The next thing I remember
is waking up with a blanket on top of me staring up at the whole First
Baptist Church choir. When my eyes opened and they found out that I was okay
they started singing the chorus to Hallelujah. Then they all started
laughing. I was fine except for the fact I was embarrassed to no end. About
that time I heard a voice coming from the dining room.

	"Cool man, `Woody' finally woke up. He has been resurrected. Good job
preacher man."

	Who in the Hell (yes I said Hell) was this guy? He did not look like anyone
from the congregation. He looked like something from Woodstock.

	"Your exactly right Woody, I did go to Woodstock." said the hippie man.

	"Can you all see that man there eating the Turkey leg standing by the table
and how did he know what I was thinking?!?" about that time he turned and
looked behind himself still chewing on the turkey. When he saw no one behind
him he went back to picking the bone clean.

	"Yes we can see him," the pastor said while laughing, "That is your Uncle
Mike.

	I only got out the words "you must be kidding" before I wound up in the
floor for a second time.

	This time when I came to, I was lying on the couch with a blanket on me and
a pillow behind my head. My uncle and the pastor were talking and seemed to
be having a good time.

	"Well look who finally woke up." The pastor said with a smile on his face.
I could not help but to laugh. Next to my uncle's feet was a plate with a
turkey carcass on it. He'd eaten the whole damn thing. "Justin I want you to
meet your uncle Mike." I started to sit up but discovered I had a really bad
headache and was quite dizzy.

	"Let me have a look." Mike said as he got out of his seat. He picked up a
little blue bag next to him and walked my way. He pulled out a small
flashlight and began shining it into my eyes. Next he pulled out a
stethoscope and listened to my heart and to my lungs. "Everything seems to
be okay. I don't think we need to take him to the hospital. He has a little
bump on the back of his head but I don't believe he has a concussion."

	"Oh and let me guess the next thing you are going to tell me is you're a
witch doctor right." I said as I rolled my eyes. I was only half joking. The
pastor and my uncle busted out laughing.

	"As a mater of fact I am a doctor but not a witch doctor. I am a medical
doctor, you know, an MD." My uncle said.

	I looked at the pastor and he shook his head yes. This day was getting
weirder by the minute. As the day progressed I got to know my uncle a little
better. Although he was stuck in the seventies he seemed very intelligent.
That night at supper Mrs. Jenkins came over. She was invited by the pastor
and he wanted her to get to know Mike. As hard as it was for me to believe,
we had a lot in common. The only difference between him and I was he loved
talking about women and I was attracted to guys. One thing I did learn over
supper was that Summer, his wife or whatever you want to call her, is
partially deaf. Deafness runs in her family and she signs a lot. Mike can
read lips very well and anytime I am thinking I mouth the words
subconsciously. At least he is not a mind reader or he may not want anything
to do with me.


Chapter 2: Westward Bound

	Over the next couple of days I grew quite fond of my uncle. He was actually
pretty cool. We drove to my grandma's old house. The attorney said
everything had been left to me including the money, the house, and all the
contents. I was not sure why she did not leave anything to my uncle Mike and
I was not ready to ask. It was an emotional morning. When we went inside it
was as if Mike's eyes were a movie screen. You could almost see the memories
of his childhood being projected from his eyes while the show was playing in
his head. He went over to a clock that was in the shape of a bald eagle and
ran his hand over the head of the wooden bird. He picked it up and looked on
the bottom the only thing there was a mark made by a black marker.

	"When dad said he was going to erase me out of the family he meant it. They
even marked out the message I wrote on this clock when I gave it to them at
the end of my tenth grade wood shop class. It took me half of the school
year to carve that big hunk of wood into this eagle." I could not believe
it. Uncle Mike had made the Eagle. He picked up a lot of wooden items
throughout the house and saw the same black mark. Uncle Mike's presence had
been in that house all those years that I spent with Grandma and not once
did she mention him to me. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I felt a little angry
with her. How could someone not mention their own son for such a long time?
I just realized that Mike and I have something else in common. My middle
name is Michael. I felt that I should tell him but I did not think this was
the appropriate time. He looked very sad.

	"Mike, I know Grandma left everything to me but if there is anything in
this house you would like to have please feel free to take it." I was not
sure of what else to say. He came over and gave me a hug and started to take
the eagle clock but grabbed something off the wooden shelf behind it. I know
he wanted the clock but I did not say anything. I grabbed a few more of my
things from my old room and put them in a bag. When I went back to the
living room I took a look at the shelf. Underneath it was a black mark. Mike
had also made the shelf. When I went outside he was sitting on the porch.
You could tell he had been crying. We went back to the pastor's house and
ate supper. Mike was invited to stay but said he was going to go back to the
hotel and call Summer on the TTY. We talked a lot and Mike invited me to go
back to California with him. I had no reason to decline his offer. Although
I did not know him that well he was the only blood relative I had living and
my stay at the pastor's home was only temporary. We would leave on Saturday.

That night I lay in my bed unable to sleep. What would my new life bring? I
did know that people were not as homophobic in California as they were here.
That was a plus. I also started to imagine all the cute guys that would be
there. I had not "beat the meat" since before my Grandma died. I felt a
little odd doing it in the pastor's spare bedroom so I decided to take a
shower. Why I felt that I could white wash his bathroom but not the spare
bedroom is beyond me. I took off all my clothes and took a good long look at
my hard self. Although my penis was not as big as some of the guys in the
locker room at school, it by far was not the smallest either. I got looking
at my pubic hair and decided that I could use a little trim. The pastor's
electric razor was plugged in and I figured I could use it. I turned on the
shower to drown out the sound of the razor running. I began to trim it up
all nice and even but when I heard a noise in the house I cut a big hunk out
of the hair near the base of my penis. That is when I decided to shave it
bald. I put all the hair down the toilet and flushed it. I grabbed the
bottle of lotion out of the closet and put a large amount in my hand. I
stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. The water was hot and steam
was rising. I put the lotion on and started rubbing my now throbbing third
leg. As I picked up speed my breathing became heavy. After just a couple of
minutes of going to town my knees started to feel as if they were made with
Jell-O filled balloons. My balls were now up high and I knew it would only
be a mater of time. I decided to lie in the tub. Just as I got comfortable I
released my load. Eight squirts made a trail from my shoulder clear down to
where my pubes had been just a short time before. After I rested I washed my
man juice off my body and then went to bed. I wondered if I would meet a guy
like the one in my fantasy when I went to California. I guess only time
would tell.

	Over the next few days I made arrangements for all the stuff in Grandma's
house to be shipped to California. Although it would be in storage for the
next few years I just did not feel right selling it. I gave the keys to the
house to the pastor and told him the church could use it for a family that
may need assistance. I told him to use his best judgment. I trusted him and
knew he would not let anything bad happen to it.

	The morning of my big move arrived. I would be lying if I said that I was
not a little scared but Grandma had been sick for so long that I did not
have very many friends in this town. I spent most of the morning with the
pastor letting him know how much I appreciated everything he had done for
me. Mike came in and said that it was time to go. Before we left the pastor
had a word of prayer and asked God to be with us in our travels. He also
asked that he keep a special eye out for me. As I was going out the door I
turned and waved. The pastor had tears in his eyes. As I was getting in the
car he came running out. He handed me a new Bible and a box with wrapping
paper on it. I opened the Bible and in the front cover it said `To Brother
Justin. Always remember you are never alone in life. Your best friend is
just a prayer away.' Then I started to open the box but he stopped me.

	"Why don't you wait until you are on the road before you open the box. It
is a special gift for you and as much as I would like to see you when you
open it, I feel it would be better if you waited." I was not sure why he did
not want me to open it but I complied with his request. I got out of the car
and he hugged me then his wife done the same. Before I knew it we were
driving around the corner and the pastor was out of site. Would that be the
last time I got to see him? I was sure of nothing except that I was unsure
of everything.

	The trip would take us a couple of days to make. We stopped at every
tourist attraction along the way. When Mike saw a small store with nothing
but hippie items in it we stopped. He was like a kid in a candy store. He
bought so much stuff that all of it would not fit. Before I knew what was
happening he was hooking a very colorful seventies looking trailer to the
back of the SUV we were in. When he got in the car he put an afro wig on me.
He said he would make me a seventies child yet. We both had a good laugh. We
got bored as we were going down road and then I remembered the box the
pastor had given me. I opened it and inside was a note on top of another box
that was wrapped too. The note said, `Remember: I was once a teen not all
that long ago. Don't be to embarrassed, hahaha.' I was not sure what to
expect but when I opened the box I know I immediately turned red. There was
his electric razor with a few pubes sticking out of the blade and the bottle
of lotion from the closet. I had forgotten to clean the razor after I was
through shaving and I must not have put my makeshift lubrication away. I was
beyond embarrassed. Mike saw the look on my face and asked me what I had
done that I did not want anyone to find out about. I don't know why I done
what I did next but I just held both items up in the air and showed him. We
were then off the road in some dirt. We both cracked up. He explained to me
that everyone had masturbated and shaved their pubes at one time or another.
He said that he still done it from time to time. That was more information
than I needed to know.

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home

	Mike woke me up around nine-thirty in the morning. The sun was out bright
and we were driving by the ocean.

	"Welcome to the Coastal Highway Woody." I awoke to find myself on the most
beautiful stretch of road I had ever seen. It was awesome seeing endless
beaches and I could not believe all the people. We stopped at some little
burger joint along the road and ate. Cheeseburgers are not my first choice
for breakfast for breakfast but they were very good. Around eleven o'clock
or so we pulled into a subdivision with some very large houses in it. As we
neared one house I saw a Dodge Viper sitting in the driveway painted in
rainbow colors.

	"Let me guess, that would be your house." I said. He responded with a silly
grin and asked what gave it away. As we pulled into the driveway a skinny
blond woman came running out to the car. Mike no more than got out until
they had their tongues halfway down each other's throats. After they were
done Summer came over to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips.

	"You must be Woody" she said. I could not believe that he had told her
about my erection problem I had in front of the choir. Oh well, life goes
on. Mike and I grabbed my stuff from the backseat of the SUV and he showed
me where I would be staying. We walked up a staircase on the side of the
house to the second floor balcony. We came to a big set of glass doors into
a family room on the upstairs level.

	"Well this is it. I hope you like it" he said. There was plenty of room and
all but no privacy. I did not want to be rude so I thanked him and started
unpacking my stuff on an empty computer desk.

	"What are you doing?" Michael asked.

	"I'm unpacking my stuff." I said as I continued to empty my suitcase. I
could not figure out what was going on. Did he want me to live out of the
suitcase?

	"Well if you want to unpack your clothes in your living room that is your
choice but I figured you would want to put them in your bedroom." Michael
said with a smile.

	"Did you just say my living room?" as I asked that Michael went across the
room and opened a door. It was a bedroom bigger than one I had ever seen in
my life.

	"This is your bedroom. Your closet is the big set of doors on the right and
your bathroom is the door next to it." I was amazed. Not only did I have my
own living room to go with an awesome bedroom, I had my own bathroom as
well. He then showed me the rest of the upstairs which was all mine. It had
a spare bedroom for guests, a small efficiency kitchen with a fridge, and a
private entrance. It also had a door that led down a flight of steps which
led to the rest of the house. Michael explained to me that the house was
built as a double but they bought the whole thing. He was going to use it as
his own private study but when he learned of my existence he turned it back
into an apartment.

	"Hey honey," Summer said as she came up the stairs, "when are we going to
go shopping for Woody's furniture?"

	"Whenever he feels like it. I have not even asked him yet."

	"I have enough stuff that I can put up here. You guys don't have to take me
shopping." That is all I got out before I was interrupted. They would not
hear of it. Michael said he wanted his nephew to have everything he wanted.
Although it was nice getting to know family members I did not even know
existed the only real thing I wanted was my grandma back but before I could
start feeling sorry for myself I heard someone coming up my private
entrance.

	"Hey Doc, I got the hedges trimmed out back for you. I think I am going to
call it a day."

	As my uncle thanked the young teen boy I felt myself begin to get hard. He
was so hot. Unlike most of the guys around here he had fairly dark hair, he
was not wearing a shirt and sweat was dripping from his head all the way
down his bare chest, across the start of a hot six pack and ended at a small
patch of barely noticeable light hair going right down to his^Å

	"JUSTIN!" Michael's voice cut across the room. "Your spacing out. Maybe we
should get you checked out after that fall. I want you to meet TJ. He helps
us around the yard for some extra cash. He lives down the street. His father
and I are in the same office building." The only head that needed tended to
was the one on my now hard and aching penis.

	"Hey, nice to meet you." I said as I put out my semi shaking hand. We shook
hands and I got a whiff of the adolescent sweaty smell coming from his body.
Those almost made me go over the edge in my pants. If you looked up the word
hoT in the dictionary it would have a capitol T and his picture beside it.

	"Would you like for me to show you around town?" he asked. That's not all I
would like for him to show me.

	"I would love you; I mean love for you to show me, around town that is." Oh
my gosh, I just made a total ass out of myself and maybe I was just outed. I
started coughing to cover up my blunder.

	"No problem." He said as he walked out with a smile on his face. We decided
to go shopping now so we could be home in time for me to see my first sun
set on the ocean. As we were pulling out of the driveway TJ came running up
to the car window.

	"Hey Doc, I really hate to ask but my parents are at a convention this
weekend and I really need to go to the store. Could I catch a ride with you
guys sometime today or tomorrow?"

	"Sure you can." Said Michael "If you want to go get cleaned up now we can
wait on you and you can go with us now." He agreed and started running back
to his house. We followed and pulled into the driveway.

	"Hey Justin, why don't you come up and see my room." TJ said. Michael
okayed and I followed TJ in. The house was about the same size as our but
set up a little different. I followed him into his room and he showed me all
his video games. When I looked up he had stripped and was pulling up his
underwear. I managed to see about half of his cute butt before the boxers
covered them up. It was going to be a white night tonight in my new room.
After he dressed we went back down to the car. He was telling me all about
the neighborhood and the cool places to hang out. We went to a furniture
store and Michael asked for a sales person to walk around with us. TJ and I
were looking at all kinds of furniture and picking out the ones we wished we
could afford. After walking around the store the sales person gave us a
total. It was twelve thousand dollars.

	"Sold, as long as you can deliver it today." Michael said. The sales guy
told him that they would do it for him since he was such a good customer and
they both started laughing.

	"What do you mean sold? I was only goofing off when I was looking at the
beds, desks, stands, dressers, and all the other stuff. I don't expect for
you to buy all that for me." He would not hear of it. We went to the mall
and ate lunch. Michael and Summer went off to look at a "Woodstockish" store
and TJ and I walked around. I am sure there were a ton of hot looking guys
there but I would not know. I only had my eyes on one and he was standing
right next to me.


Chapter 4: First Night in a new home

	After hours of shopping we finally made it home but not without me getting
a whole new wardrobe, a decent sized television with a surround sound
system, a computer, and TJ bought me a telescope as a welcoming gift. I felt
bad that I had no money to spend on the others since it was all tied up in a
trust fund so I decided to cook supper for all of them. I had been cooking
for years. Grandma taught me when I was very young and as she got worse I
cooked every night for her.

	"Man, this is good chicken." TJ said. They all enjoyed it but I loved
making him happy. He said he was going to live on TV dinners until his
parents got back home. He could not remember the last time he had a home
cooked meal. His parents were always so busy, his dad being a doctor and his
mom a county judge, that they usually ate out.

	"I know it is my first night here and all but would you mind if TJ stayed
over? I asked him if he wanted to in the mall without thinking to ask you
first. Grandma let me have anyone over I wanted to but that did not happen
very often."

	"You can have friends over anytime you want. That is your apartment up
there. I am going to give you the freedom to do as you wish as long as you
do not get yourself into any trouble."

	"Man, that kicks ass!" TJ blurted out and then covered his mouth and
apologized to Michael and Summer. Everyone just started laughing. After
supper I started washing the dishes but Summer stopped me.

	"Whoever does the cooking in this house does not have to clean up after the
meal." Summer said with that bright smile of hers. I then excused myself and
invited TJ to come up to my room. We had to move the old desk out and some
other items that were being stored up there. We no more than got finished
when the delivery truck pulled into the driveway. We were going to help them
take it upstairs but they said they could handle it. The only thing I had to
do was tell them where to put everything. An hour later it was unloaded and
I was in the process of unpacking all my stuff when Michael came up the
stairs and handed me the cordless phone.

	"Hey Justin, just thought I'd give you a call to see how you were adjusting
to your new life." It was Pastor Smithe. We talked for a few minutes and
then I thanked him for his gift. I told him I would use it often. He thought
I was talking about the razor but I was really talking about the Bible. We
had a good laugh and then disconnected. While I was on the phone TJ was
putting the telescope together. Summer had come upstairs without me knowing
it and was sitting there next to him helping.

	"You should be able to see all the stars with this." She said innocently. I
could tell by the look on TJ's face that is not what he had in mind. I
agreed with her and continued to unpack my belongings. When I was done with
what I had in my suitcase and the new items I had I went down to the trailer
and got more of my stuff out of it. I came across the clock that Michael had
built. I grabbed it and went through the front door of the main house. I
hollered for Mike but I did not get an answer. There was a small end table
with several photos on it and I placed the clock behind them. I wanted him
to have it. I then went back outside and continued to unload the trailer. I
took my stuff upstairs and the three of them were looking through the
telescope at the stars. Mike told me he would have unloaded the trailer for
me but I told him that was not necessary. Mike and Summer went downstairs
and I was finally alone with TJ.

	"So do you like looking at the stars?" I asked him

	"It's alright." He replied "Take a look at this." When I saw what he was
looking at I was shocked. It was a teen boy with a pair of Speedos on.

	"What makes you think I want to see that?" I said defensively.

	"Oh come on dude. I saw the way you have been looking at me. I also saw you
looking at my ass in my bedroom. Why do you think I waited so long to pull
my underwear up? I was giving you a free show and don't deny you didn't
enjoy my butt. I saw your reflection in the mirror. I also noticed the bulge
in your pants. When you have lived here as long as I have you can spot your
own kind from a mile away."

I was speechless. Had I been that obvious or was he just messing around with
me. Also, what did he mean that he could spot his own kind from a mile away?
Was he gay as well or was this just a joke. Before I had time to say
anything there was a knock on the door. I yelled "come in". It was Mike.

"Justin, I just wanted to say thank you for what you put on the table
downstairs. That means a lot to me." He then came over and gave me a big
hug. "If you ever decide you want to keep that in your room I would
understand." Before he could go on I stopped him.

"Mike, that clock was made with your two hands. Whatever your differences
were here on earth I am sure Grandma is over them now. I am sure she would
want you to have it. That is why I gave it to you. I grabbed it the morning
before we left and put it in the trailer. I wanted you to have it even if I
did not come out here with you." With that said we hugged again and he
thanked me. Mike then left.

"Now back to our conversation." Michael said. Damn I thought he'd forget.

"I really don't know what to say. This whole move has confused the hell out
of me." The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity.

"Well before we become to good of friends and so I don't get hurt again I
just have to tell you that I am gay but I would appreciate it if you would
keep that to yourself. My parents don't know, not that they would have a big
problem with it, it's just, well, it'd be awkward." You could see his heart
beat through his shirt. It was obvious he was as nervous as I was so I done
something I did not think I would ever have the nerve to do. I went over to
this guy that I had only known a few hours and kissed him a short kiss on
the lips.

"Your secret is safe with me as long as my secret is safe with you." I said.
He patted my leg and then got up and went to stand on the balcony. I started
to put my arm on his shoulder but he removed it. I thought I had done
something wrong then I realized what the problem was. He bent over the
balcony and puked a huge pile onto the awning below. Some of it slid down
and there was Mike trying to see what was going on. Before he could move,
heave number two was well on its way out. It landed all over Mike's head and
face. The funny thing was it did not even seem to faze him. He wiped it off
and asked TJ if he was okay. The only response he got was a third heave.
This time it looked as if green slime was coming from deep within TJ. It was
disgusting. Before I knew it Mike was upstairs looking at TJ. He turned
around and here came heave number four. Mike had me run downstairs and ask
Summer for his medical bag. I ran it back up stairs to find TJ laying in the
floor moaning. Mike asked him how long he'd been feeling bad and he told him
off and on since yesterday. He had taken some medication and thought he
would be alright. Mike took TJ's shirt off of him and began to press on his
belly. He hit one spot and TJ screamed out.

"Summer call 9-1-1 and tell them that I have a fourteen year old male with
appendicitis." Mike said. She ran downstairs and made the call. I grabbed a
bucket in case TJ had to puke again. Mike then unsnapped TJ's pants and felt
around a little further down. Once again TJ moaned loudly in pain. I felt
bad that there was nothing I could do to help. A few minutes later I heard
the squad pull up and they quickly loaded TJ into the ambulance. Mike went
with them. I wanted to go too but they did not have the room. Mike said he
would immediately go into surgery anyhow and wanted us to have Dr. Stanton,
TJ's dad, paged. We would wait to hear from him here. The squad left and
Summer paged Dr. Stanton. When he called she was having trouble hearing him
so she handed me the phone. I told him what happened and he said he would be
on the next flight home. He also said that it was nice to talk to me because
for the past two weeks I was the only thing he had heard about from Michael.
Then we disconnected. For the next twenty minutes all I done was pace.
Summer saw how nervous I was and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later
she came out and brought me a glass of this odd smelling tea. I do not like
tea but I did not want to be rude so I tried it and much to my surprise I
liked it. She said it was a very old recipe she got from an Indian who lived
in her neighborhood when she was a child. It had ingredients in it that
would calm the nerves. I drank the tea and sat down. A few minutes later the
phone rang and Summer answered it. When she got off the phone she told me to
go get some shoes on. We were going to the hospital. TJ had made it through
surgery fine and that he would be waking up soon. Since Summer did not drive
Mike was sending a taxi for us.

After what seemed like the longest taxi ride of all time we finally made it
to the hospital. Mike was outside to greet us and pay for the cab. By the
time we got to TJ's room he was waking up.

"I feel so sore." He said. Then he saw me. "Hey Justin, did you bring me any
of that chicken. My stomach feels so empty." I could not help but to laugh.

"I don't think you need anything to eat tonight tough guy." Mike told him.
TJ then had him bend down and whispered something into his ear. Mike nodded
and then came over to me. "His parents called and the next available flight
was not until tomorrow night so they are going to drive from Texas to here.
He wants to know if you would like to stay." That was a no brainer for me. I
would stay.

After a couple of hours Mike and Summer went home and I stayed with my new
friend. He was awake but did not talk much. He finally fell asleep watching
television. I followed soon after.

(END OF 4)

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