Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 15:53:14 -0600
From: Michael king <thewriter1@live.ca>
Subject: Lil Bros chapter 11

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If you should not be here please
vacate as I don't wish you to have problems. The character and events do
not exist. If you are looking for story full of sex this is not it. This
work is copy written and solely owned by me


Lil Bros
Chapter 11


     With the brothers gone Michael set about cleaning the place and then
he started a small roast in the oven. Mixing up a batch of Yorkshire
pudding he set that on the counter as he baked an apple pie and peeled some
potatoes and carrots. Once everything was set and the pie was baking
Michael then set the dinning table for four, setting wine goblets at each
place he then chilled a couple bottles of sparkling apple juice.

Finally with the pie cooling Michael left the house and went into the city
to find the roses and other flowers he needed, his last stop was the
jewelers where he found that the four rings and chains were ready for him,
back at home Michael placed two boxes at each setting.

     It was four o'clock by the time Michael had everything ready and he
was soaking in a shower. Soon he was dressed and back in the kitchen where
he started the potatoes and pulling the roast from the oven, he stirred his
pudding mix and got them cooking. It was five thirty when Peter and the
Parker brothers showed up. With the dinning room closed the boys didn't
have any idea what was going on so they all sat at the counter talking and
watching Michael as he danced around the kitchen. "He will make a good wife
to some lucky guy." Peter whispered.

"I heard that, Peter, just for that you can have the bowl of puppy chow I
was saving for Jerry." Michael hollered

"Ewww that's gross." Peter laughed

"Yeah maybe Peter should learn to cook, that way he could be the wife."
Richie squeaked.

"As if he isn't" Snickered Scott.

"Okay enough, Scott there are some clothes on my bed go change, Peter you
and Richie can find some in the spare bedroom, dinner is in ten minutes."
Michael told the boys.

"What is this, why we gotta change?" Richie asked.

"Please just do it for me."

"Okay."

     As the boys changed, Michael set the meal on the table lighting the
candles that were there and pouring the apple juice. Michael had just
closed the doors when the boys walked back into the kitchen. "Okay this is
bad, why we gotta wear suits?" Peter asked.

"Dinner is served please come this way."

Leading them into the dinning room the boys all gasped and smiled. "Peter
your on the left, Richie the right, Scott your at the far end. Please have
a seat and let's eat, do not touch the boxes beside the plates yet."

As everyone sat Michael picked up his glass. "Tonight is for true friends;
tonight is for the four of us, to be together as we wish to be always, so
to you my friends may life start to give us roses." Michael spoke.

"To roses." the other three spoke. Then Scott stood. "To my friend Peter I
wish for happiness, for Richie I give my love and friendship always. For
Michael I wish him peace, and give to him all the love I can. But most of
all to the four of us I wish the best."

"The best." The boys replied.

     Richie and Peter each took a turn speaking then we sat and ate. The
pie was in the warming drawer so when Michael cleared the dinner plates he
brought out the desert and set a plate before each. "Damn Michael you
really do know how to cook don't you?" Richie asked

"It's nothing you can't pick up if you know what to look for. Mom use to
teach me what she could."

"That is kewl; you think you could teach me?" Peter asked.

"I could, but you could sign up for cooking classes."

"What at school?"

"Sure why not, I plan on doing that this year, we could see if the teacher
will let us work together."

"Right, then the school will start bugging us and calling us fags and what
not."

"Let them, thing is, we can stop it just by say we want to be a top chef
when school is over."

"That might work, but everyone knows that you already are going to be a big
shot, with all the companies you own."

"I may own them, but that doesn't mean, I want to sit in some big office
and listen to people talking crap all day."

"Kewl; well if you sign up for it then I will also; but you can still teach
me also right?"

"Sure, we can start with you doing the dishes tonight."

"I,, I didn't mean that way."

"Relax; most of the dishes are already in the washer. The rest can be done
in the morning. Now, I want you all to pick up the long box and open it."

     Michael watched as he saw the look of surprise come across their
faces. Each boy lifted a pendant out and looking at it. The four were all
the same a gold chain with a large silver heart hanging from it. "Michael
these are awesome, I mean I can't accept this, it must of cost a fortune."
Scott whispered.

"Scott, each one is the same if you look at it close you will find
something one it."

Looking closely the three each saw four initials. "Oh man this is way too
much. They have S.M.R.P on them"

"That is right, to me this makes us brothers, so please would you wear
them." Saying that Michael placed his around his neck and let it rest on
his shirt. Watching as the others did the same he smiled. "Now Richie,
Peter please open your small box."

"Holy... Michael this has a P on it." Richie gasped.

"Mine has an R." choked Peter.

"That is because the ring you each have, you must place on the others
finger."

"Michael, are you saying that this will make us partners always?"

"Yes, but only if that is what you wish?"

"It is." Peter whispered."

"Yes I am sure." Richie replied.

"Then please will you both place the ring on your partner's finger."

Scott and Michael did the same thing and soon the four were united. The
rest of the night the four sat quietly talking and watching movies. There
were two bottles of juice left and Michael had set one in each room along
with glasses. Soon everyone headed up to there room.

     The ringing of the phone the next morning woke Michael.  "I hope you
know what frigging time it is?"

"Michael Caine, this is Nadine Brookmier from Texas, I am the prosecutor
against a Jason Heilman."

"Yeah so what, look lady you woke me up and I am never happy when people do
that."

"I am sorry, but I need to talk to you."

"I know, I told Johnson to tell you to come down here then."

"I know, he told me that, but I am sorry I can't do that."

"Then I guess your at a lose."

"No Michael, I could have you picked up and brought here."

"Try it, now good bye."

     Scott had woken up with the sound of Michael's voice so he headed to
the bathroom and into the shower. When Michael hung up he joined Scott then
after dressing he went to the kitchen while Scott woke his brother and
Peter. Soon all four were eating breakfast and joking around.  For the last
two weeks of summer holidays Michael took Cody, Scott, Richie, Billy and
Peter along with Mrs. Archer and they all headed off to Disney
world. Everyone had a great time and then it was back home for the start of
school. Michael's birthday was come up quickly. Scott and Richie were busy
getting everything ready including finding a restaurant that could handle a
party of twenty boys and three adults.

Five days before the party the Naples Sheriffs department showed up with a
warrant for Michael's arrest.

"Officer, can you tell me what the charges are?"

"Says here, that you are to be arrested and extradited to Texas. A Nadine
Brookmier requested you be picked up and sent to her for questioning."

"Well since there really aren't any charges then I guess that the warrant
is nothing but crap."

"I agree sir, but we have to serve it and ship you back to Texas."

"Sir, do you really want the hassle that will come from serving such
garbage, I mean I bet my Lawyer could easily get say one hundred million."

"Look sir I am just doing my job."

"Then take that warrant back to you boss and see what he has to say, if he
tells you to re-serve it then come back I am sure I can get my lawyer
here."

"Are you refusing to accept this?"

"Guess I am; now I will see you later."

Once the sheriff had left Michael called the Parkers.

"Parker house, speak your mind."

"Well Richie since I have one I can speak it, unlike some one I know."

"Hey Michael, wat's up?"

"Is your mom around?"

"Nah she had to go out for a while."

"You think it would be okay for me to come over, then I can talk with her
when she gets home."

"Hey you never have to ask, come on over I bet Scott be happy to see you."

"No bets dude, be there as soon as I can."

"You make it fast and we can have some pizzas."

"Sweet be there soon."

Hanging up Michael grabbed his shoes and jacket and slipped out the back
door, making sure that the place was locked up. His back pack bouncing on
his shoulder as he slipped through his neighbors yard and then down the
side streets. Michael was just about to cross over to Richie's when he saw
a sheriff's car pull up out side. Grabbing his cell he called Scott's and
waited. "Scott here wat's yours game."

"Shut up and listen, you got a cop watching your place, I can't get to you,
can you call Billy and see if they have some one watching them, then call
me back?"

"Sure, give me a couple minutes. Are you on your cell?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll make it fast."

 "Thanks."

Ten minutes later Michael's phone vibrated in his hand.  "Yeah Scott,"

"You were right, they have a cop sitting outside there place also. What's
going on?"

"The call the other morning, you remember that one?"

"You mean from Texas?"

 "Yeah, well seems that there is a warrant for my arrest and I kinda told
the cop that since there weren't any charges he could take it away."

"Oh shit, is that why you asked to come over?"

" Yeah. Now it looks like I can't."

"Yeah you can. Just wait, where you are, I'll come over and trade places, I
can sneak back without the cops seeing, or let them to see me. Now where
are you?"

" Right across the street I can see you rubbing your knuckles as we talk."

"I ain't rubbing my knuckles."

"I know but I was being nice."

"Okay I know where you are, give me time to put my jacket and shoes on and
I'll get Richie calling mom also."

"Thanks see you in a minute."

     Michael watched as Scott came out his front door and across the
street. Making sure the cops saw his jacket and hat before he disappeared
behind the houses. Finding Michael was easy and after a quick hug, they
switched jackets and Michael took the hat. "Just walk in like you belong
there."

"Okay; and what about you?"

"Don't worry I want them to see me remember."

"Okay, see you inside in five minutes."

"Yup."

     With Scott taking off down the back of his neighbors house Michael
stood up and walked straight across the street and into the Parkers
house. Richie was standing there waiting and as soon as he saw Michael he
closed the door and. "Scott should be here in a couple minutes. Did you
call your mom?"

"Yes she also called your lawyer he will meet us here.  "Sounds like you
got a lot of dung coming your way."

"Yeah and I didn't do anything."

"Well we did order the pizza so I hope you're hungry."

"Yeah I am. Oh shit the cops are thinking Scott is me, they're trying to
hassle him."

"Move away from the door."

"Sure; what are you going to do?"

Yanking the door open.  Peter yelled "Scott you wanna hurry up the pizza is
on its way and mom should be here soon."

"Sure, but you wanna tell these guys who I am?"

"Dudes that is my brother Scott Parker, so back off would you, he's been
home most of the day."

"Go home kid, and remember tell your friend to turn himself in."

"I ain't telling him shit, you want him, then find him yourself."

 In the house the three boys sat and waited for the pizza and for Mrs. P to
show up. The TV was on Richie was trying not to watch as Michael and Scott
gave each other a hug. "You could always call Peter over, you could have
all the hugs you want Richie." Michael laughed,

"Up yours dude.

They were laughing when Mrs. P walked in with Michael's lawyer, who was
carrying the four pizzas. "Michael Caine what have you stirred up now?"
Mrs. P asked.

"Nothing, least I don't think I have, the cops said they had a warrant from
Texas."

"Well did they say what it was for?" Mr. Dalliard asked.

"The cop said that the prosecutor had it issued, so she could talk to me."

"That is very strange, do you know what she wanted to ask you?"

" No, but I think it has to do with Tommy and this Heilman kid."

"Well tomorrow you and I will go down to the police station and look at the
warrant and see if something can be done about it. This is highly strange;
no one should have to be arrested just to be questioned."

"Thank, now Mrs. P would it be okay if I stay here tonight?"

"Sure Michael, I'm sure Scott won't mind sharing Richie's bed tonight."

"Its okay mom Michael can share my bed."

"Michael you know the police will be at your house with a warrant to enter
first thing in the morning?"

"Yeah, but they have to knock don't they?"

"Yes they do, why?"

"Well maybe you could meet there say at eight when I know they probably
will show up, that way we can stop them before they break the door."

"Okay, we can do that. What I will also do is try and get a look at the
warrant, and see if there really is anything to it, if I feel that it is
wrong then I will talk with Judge Montoya and see if he can have it
squashed. Now you stay here for the night and I will call you. So Michael
please try and relax."

"Yes sir."

The pizzas eaten and the three boys showered and in bed Mrs. P locked up
her house and went to check to see that the boys were sleeping. She was
about to knock on Scott's door when Richie stuck his head out of his
room. "Mom I wouldn't do that."

"Oh?"

"They need some privacy right now."

"OH, sure, now you hop into bed and get some sleep."

"I will mom."

Michael was up at six the next morning, slowly waking Scott they got
dressed and leaving a note they headed over to Michael's house. Going in
the back door they sat and had breakfast, they kitchen was clean and they
had just started watching American Justice when there was a knock at the
door. "Who is it?"

"The Sheriff's department, we have a warrant to enter the house and arrest
a Michael Caine."

"Please wait till I get dressed."

"Very well, but please make it quick we have a flight to get you on before
noon."

"What ever just stay there."





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Michael.



PATRICK

	Thirteen years ago a family grew by one, the birth of Patrick was
long expected, but the parents knew that now that there were eight of them
things would be hard, for they lived in the in the rough part of town, a
place filled with hatred.  Many young teens were out running on the streets
selling drugs, or running in gangs. Every night there were fights, and
people getting shot, but there wasn't a chance for baby Patrick or his
family to move away.

	Patrick's father was a bank worker, just barely making enough to
feed and house his family, but he never gave up. When Patrick was five, his
oldest brother was shot and killed in a drive-by shooting. At five years of
age Patrick couldn't fully understand what had happened. School started for
Patrick when he was six and he did well in his classes, but he really
didn't put his heart into it. He felt that his life was on a dead end road
and that there was no help for him or his family.

	Patrick was about to start grade eight and he felt that life really
sucked, his clothes were worn out his lunches when he did have them just
consisted of a sandwich. What he didn't know was that this was the year his
life was about to change for the best. He had put his books in his locker
and was heading back to his home room when he was knocked onto his butt. "
Why don't you watch were your walking girl?"

" Sorry kid, didn't see you, I'm kinda lost and new here, as for being a
girl well you got that wrong."

" Sorry dude, but what you looking for?"

" My locker, its number is five ten."

" Come on it's this way."

" Thanks, hope this doesn't make you late for class?"

" Don't matter, they suck anyways."

" No way dude; school is awesome."

" For you maybe, but what good is it when you already know what your going
to be doing when your done?"