Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:42:00 +0000
From: me!!!! ******* <hugsterbear@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Guardian Angel.......young/friends

As always, if you are under age please do not read firther.  If you are of
legal age and appreciate the love between boys then read on and feel free
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My Guardian Angel-----chapter 1 The small, frail, almost transparent figure
approached the sleeping boy on the bed.  Michael was his name. The sleeping
boy was Andrew. Michael walked up slowly and watched the boy sleeping. His
young body lay still with his face, head and arms out from under the cool
sheets. He stared at the cuteness of the boy.  His blond hair neatly
brushed out of his face and the rosy cheeks could plainly be seen. The
slightly puckered lips moved slightly as he breathed.  His small chest
moved up and down as he lay in perfect slumber. As Michael watched the boy,
his eyes were moving under his closed eye lids. Andrew was definitely
dreaming and seemed to curl his lips in a small smile.  Something or
someone in his dream was making him smile.  His small succulent lips pursed
ready for a warm kiss, moved slightly again. Michael moved closer to Andrew
and took his small hand into his own hands, then leaned over and gently
kissed the sleeping boy. Andrews eyes fluttered several times and then they
opened to see Michael standing beside him with the whitest hair, and the
most sterile blue eyes Andrew had ever seen. Michael spoke softly
... 'Hell-o Andrew, I'm Michael.'

'Whhoooo ... whooo ... ahemmm ... who arrrrre you?' Andrew spoke so raspy
he was barely heard. 'Why don't you get up so we can play?' Michael spoke
gently to Andrew. Andrew smiled and looked at Michael with his shaggy white
hair and smile so inviting you wanted to touch them ... 'did you ugh
... did you just kiss me before?' Michael smiled at the beautiful little
boy stirring in the bed now ...'Idid Andrew, did you mind?' Andrew smiled
back and studied the radiant boy standing there holding his hand ... 'Ugh,
no not really I kinda liked it. Will you do it again?' Michael smiled
sweetly his eyes almost slits from the full facial grin and leaned forward
and kissed Andrew gently on the lips. Andrew puckered slightly to accept
his warm kiss and Michael slowly pulled away only to realize Andrew was
back in slumber. Michael stayed beside the sleeping boy and studied his
beautiful face, never letting go of his hand. A soothing voice echoed in
the room ... 'Michael, you need to wake him and try to get him to stay
awake.' Michael watched Andrew for a few more moments just studying his
face and how the boy was smiling while he slept. Michael then leaned
forward again and kissed the sweet lips again and this time lingered a
while longer and seemed to breathe into Andrews partially opened lips. He
was breathing his own breath into the sleeping boy. Andrew awakened gasping
for air in shock ... 'Uuuuuhhh' He looked with freight into the steely blue
eyes of Michael and continued to try and catch his breath
... 'Whhhaaa...uuuuhhh...whaaaaaa...whattsss happening?' Michael touched
his arm and soothed the boy ... 'You're all right now Andrew, you are
fine. Calm down.' Andrews eyes had started to tear over and his lips
quivered , fighting back the urge to cry. He contained himself and started
to breathe normally again. 'I'm sorry. Did I doze back off a while?'
Michael nodded his shaggy white head, 'yes for a bit.' It had been nearly
two hours. 'Andrew, please try and stay awake for a while, I don't have
much time to stay.  Can you please talk?' Michaels tranquil voice calmed
Andrew down. 'I've brought you something.' Michael put a small medallion in
his small hand and curled it up. 'I love you Andrew.'

'Please don't leave Michael ... Please don't leave.' Andrew almost in tears
again, begging his new friend to stay. Michael took the warm hand back into
both his hands and smiled and spoke gently ... 'I can only stay for a while
longer. But Andrew,always remember, I will always be right here.' Michael
put his small hand on Andrews chest above his heart and pressed it against
Andrews warm skin. The skin of each boy was silky soft and something seemed
to be flowing into Andrews body from Michaels touch. Michael took the hand
with the medallion and pressed to Andrews chest. Michael held his hand
against the boys skin and Andrew seemed to be comforted by the touch
... 'mmmmmmmm. That is so nice Michael. Where did you learn that?' Andrew
opened his eyes to look at Michael smiling down at him and leaned in to
kiss Andrew again. Michael raised back up and Andrew tried to raise up as
well. Andrew reached out to grab Michael with both hands as he tried
getting into a sitting position... 'Pleeease.' He continued to reach for
the boy ...Andrew spoke towards Michael. 'Please don't leave.' Michael
looked at the teary eyed boy ... 'I'll be with you always.' Andrew tried to
get out of his bed and suddenly felt the hard floor as he fell on it in a
loud thud ... 'Uhhhhmmmph. Then looking down at the floor Andrew screamed
... 'OOohhhhh noooooo.' The door flew open and there were people all around
the boy. Picking him up and putting him back in bed ... 'Help me, please
help me. Andrew was crying and on the verge of hsterics. He was thrashing
and pushing away the hands that were trying to help him, and yelling for
his mother and father to come help him. 'Here you go baby, this will calm
you down.' Andrew felt the sharp pinch in his arm and almost immediately he
began to feel relaxed and calming as he drifted off to sleep. Hours later
Michael again leaned over and took the small hand in his and leaned in for
another sweet wake up kiss. He raised back up and looked at the
boy. 'Michael, I thought you left me.' Andrew tried to make his face
smile. Michael spoke sweetly again and it soothed the fear Andrew had
... 'I told you Andrew, I'll always be right here for you.' Michael again
touched the pale chest of the sniffling boy. 'Thaaaaa nks.' Andrew spoke
softly. 'Michael ... Michael something's wrong!' Andrew was almost
screaming again ... 'My leg is gone ... what happened?' Michael touched the
frightened boys shoulder and pushed him back on the bed ... 'Wait Andrew,
I'll get someone.' Michael turned and was gone. A few moments later the
door opened and a kind voice was heard and Andrew turned his head. 'Well,
no one told me you were awake, sweety. Can I get you something? You gave us
quite a scare there for a while.'

'But where is Michael?  Didn't he just get you to come in here?' Andrew
quized the face with the voice. 'Baby, no one told me anything, and no
Michael has been here. You have been asleep for several hours. Do you know
hwere you are baby?'

'Mmmm mmmm no. where?' Andrew was stunned about the happenings and all the
people around him in white. 'Where ugh am I?'

'Baby wait just a minute.' She left and shortly after several people
entered the room ... 'Maaaaahhhm.  Mom ... where's dad?' Andrew was in
tears from seeing his Mother. 'Mom what's wrong with my leg? It's gone!'
Sheila came over and hugged her son tightly and started to weep
herself... rocking the boy and starting to talk but had to clear her voice,
then started again.  'Baby, dad is gone. You and he were on the way back
from the ballgame and a drunk driver hit the car head on. Dad was killed
instantly and you lost your leg and we thought we had lost you too. We
didn't think you were gonna wake up for weeks and weeks.'

'What?  Andrew was in pure shcok. 'How long?'

'Baby, you have been in a coma for 4 weeks now. .. I'm so sorry baby,Momma
is with you now, don't worry.' Sheila stood and said, 'Ill get the doctor
and get you something to help you sleep.' Andrew yelped back, 'Sleep? I
been asleep for weeks. Michael said its time to wake up.' Sheila looked
stunned at her son 'Michael?' Andrew spurted back looking around the room,
'Michael... Michael?Where is Michael?' His mother stepped closer and sat on
the side of the bed. She put her tender hand over his closed hand and said,
'baby, you are in isolation, No one but doctors and nurses have been in
here.  They let me in for a few minutes each day. Baby, no Michael has been
here, Trust Momma.' Andrew looked at the wet eyes of his loving Mother,
'But mom I love Michael and he said he would always be with me.'

'Baby, you must have been dreaming, but someone did get you to come out of
this coma. I'll check to make sure, but I don't think anyone was here.'
Sheila got up to leave and a Andrew called her back. 'Mom, but look, he
gave me this...' Andrew had his palm opened and showing it to his mother,
'look.' His mother clasped her heart and satrted crying as she looked at
her sons hand and in it he had his fathers St Michael medallion.