Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 00:35:39 -0500
From: Ace * <static382@mindless.com>
Subject: sex with best friend 18
Max - 13 years old, good build (not overly muscular) from years of sports
with Alex, 6 pack, brown messy hair, brown eyes, hot tan, sexy smile, broad
shoulders, nice dresser. Into sports, music, horoscopes and love. Secretly
dates Alex. Friends with Tonio and Bobby.
Alex - 13 years old, great build, 6 pack from sports, dirty blonde messy
hair, deep blue eyes, sexy smile, killer tan. Interested in soccer and
guys. Secretly dates Max. Friends with Bobby and Tonio.
Tonio - 12 years old, good build, killer smile, sky blue eyes, sexy voice,
developing 6 pack from gym workouts and sports, nice tan, blonde spiky
hair. Into dirt bikes, go-karts... anything with wheels. Secretly dates
Bobby. Good friends with Max and has a new friend, Alex.
Bobby - 12 years old, brown eyes, brown hair w/ blonde highlights, muscular
(but not overly so) from school sports, developing 6 pack. Into traveling,
having fun and living life to the fullest. Secretly goes out w/
Tonio. Friends with Max and Alex through Tonio.
Sex With Best Friend 18
It's All Over
The next thing I saw was a piercing bright light, and clouds were
forming all around me. I didn't know what was happening. I felt a feeling
of peace, a feeling of warmness. Then it hit me.
I was dead.
"I can't be dead, I have too much to live for! Please, I can't be, not
yet!" My lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. The wind was
blowing on my body as I stood on a cloud looking out at other clouds. There
was a slight shock that went through my body, then another stronger one. It
became so strong that I fell down, laying flat on the cloud. I was staring
up at the sky, and everything began to change. The sky morphed into a fast
moving roof. People were running beside me, and there was this plastic mask
on my face. I could barely breathe.
"Get the ER ready, hurry!" I heard a woman scream. I was alive. I moved
my head a little to the left and saw 2 men holding the silver railing of
the bed I was on, pushing it at top speed down a hallway. I forced myself
to look to the right, and saw 2 other blurry men in blue suits doing the
same. I looked down at my body, and saw a white, bloody sheet covering
me. Was I going to die again? Was I going to stay dead this time? I tried
to move, but couldn't. I was weak.
"You're going to be alright, don't worry, kid," I heard a voice calmly
tell me. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down the sides of my face. Then
I started wondering; If I looked and felt this bad, then what about the
others? What about Alex? He was right by the sliding doors, where the truck
slammed into us. Was he ok? Where were the others?
The bed was pushed into a bright room, and doctors were all around me,
putting wires on me and pushing tubes up my nose. Believe me, that wasn't
exactly the best feeling, having something jammed down your throat through
your nose. I began to breathe easier, and I was feeling sleepy. My eyes
began to feel like weights and everything became dark.
A few hours later, I awoke in a nicer room with flowers, a window, a TV,
lamp and nightstand by my bed. I tried to move, but as soon as I did, a
pain came from my arm and lower chest. My sides ached a little too. I
forced my arm to move and press the adjustment button for the bed. The bed
began to shift higher, so I was now sitting up on it now. My sides began to
hurt more, so I didn't go up further. My TV was off, and the remote was
beside my bed. I grabbed it and turned it on. I put it on the local news
station, and caught the newswoman explaining something.
"^Å.at the intersection of 390. Jodi McDonald is on the scene with
more information."
My heart sank as I watched.
"Yes, Carol, I'm here at Intersection 390, at the scene of a fatal
accident that happened earlier today. Authorities say that a speeding red
truck hit the right side of a black minivan, sending it flipping 5
times. The driver of the truck was pronounced dead on the scene. As for the
6 riders of the minivan, their conditions have not been released to the
public. They say that there were 4 teenagers and 2 adults in the van. Back
to you."
They were showing scenes of the accident, and the van was upside down,
glass everywhere, with police lights flashing on it. It was half dark, and
there was a massive dent on the right side. There were policemen directing
the cars around it. Then they showed the red truck, the front of it
seriously dented and the airbags popped. My door opened.
"How are you feeling?" A nurse asked me. She had a clipboard in her hand,
smiling at me.
"Not to good," I answered honestly.
"Well here, take this aspirin with this cup of water. It's a pain
killer. It'll help you." she said, handing the cup and aspirin to me. I sat
it on the nightstand beside me.
"Um, do you know about the^Å the others that were^Å in the car with
me? Are they^Å alright?"
"Well, 2 of the other boys are pulling through alright, but one of them
are fighting. And as for the adults, the woman is probably going to be
alright, but the man doesn't look too good." she told me. She rubbed my arm
and left the room. I took the aspirin slowly, thinking about everyone. I
began to cry. My door burst open and my mom and dad ran to me.
"Mo-oom^Å" I cried, my hands shaking, "we-- were in..in..in a ca-car
wreak somewhere and everyone is-- is pretty hurt and I'm-- I'm scared,
mom--" I was crying harder now.
"I know, honey, I know, you're gonna be alright," she was crying with me.
"What ab-bout everyone else?" I asked her. My dad stepped in.
"Everyone else was pretty banged up. We're lucky that you're still
alive." he said, smiling, tears in his eyes.
"Don't worry anymore, Max, you're here with me now, that's all that
matters." she was hugging me softly. "We're gonna check with the nurse
outside, sit tight till we get back." she said, after she kissed me on the
forehead. They left the room, and I raised the sheets off of me. I was
wearing a white robe with blue dots all over it. I lifted my robe slowly
and saw that I had a big bandage on my right ankle, small cuts on my legs,
a big scar on the left side of my waist with stitches through it, and I had
a soft cast on my right arm. I forced myself off of the bed and limped
slowly to the mirror by the door. I had stitches over my right eyebrow. I
also had a headache.
I went back over to my bed and took the folded light blue blanket off of
it. There was a folded wheelchair by the window. I fixed it and wrapped my
waist in the blanket. I sat in the chair and quietly rolled myself out of
the door. I silently rolled down the hallway, looking through the open
doors for anyone in the car with me. When I got to the last door down the
hall, it was slightly opened. Something told me to go inside. I pushed the
door open and rolled inside. The room was silent except for the beeping of
a heart monitor. I went to the bed and saw him.
Alex.
He was still asleep, with tubes going up his nose. His body, from neck
down, was covered with a sheet. I stood up and the tears began to form. He
had a bandage on his forehead and he looked like a wreck. I put my hand on
his cheek and rubbed it lightly. I looked over my unconscious lover's body,
helpless. I didn't know what was happening to me, I just heard his voice
echoing in my head.
"Come here, Max, I wanna tell you something."
I brought my head closer to his, and just stood there.
"I love you, Alex," I said to him aloud.
"Since we've been together, it's been the happiest time for me. I mean,
I've never felt this way before. When I'm with you, I'm complete." he was
telling me in a soft voice.
"Alex, don't worry, you'll get better, I'll stay with you until you do."
I said to him, tears falling. "It wasn't supposed to be like this,
birthdays are supposed to be the best times of your lives. I'm so sorry," I
cried.
"Ya know, this could be our last day alive, so we better, ya know,
express our feelings for each other one last time." I heard his voice echo
inside my brain. I leaned over and put my lips on his cheek. I closed my
eyes and wished he got better. I rubbed his face again and kissed him
lightly on the lips.
--
That was a week ago, on December 16. It's now the 23rd, and Alex is still
in critical condition. He hasn't opened his eyes yet or anything. The
doctors say he still has a chance of getting better, but it's out of their
hands. They've done all they can do. I got discharged from the hospital 4
days ago. Friends from school were by to see me a few times, bringing
flowers, balloons and cards. It was nice.
Bobby and Tonio got out of it ok, with Bobby having a broken arm and
fractured leg. Tonio had a shoulder injury and was really lucky to get out
of the situation without being paralyzed. He also had a broken foot and
arm. My arm was fractured and glass was lodged into my side, giving me some
pretty messed up ribs. They're getting better, but it's taking it's sweet
time. I have a deep gash on my foot and small glass cuts on my face and
legs. Oh yeah, the stitches over my eye are supposed to be removed soon.
I was worried about Alex. He had 2 cracked ribs, a broken arm and foot,
and a lot of glass cuts on him. He was in a coma. Friends had been to see
him too, and his room was fully decorated with balloons, flowers, the whole
nine yards. His mom was ok. She was in a wheelchair from leg injuries and a
fractured arm. His dad was using crutches for his broken foot and he had a
gash on his chest from a piece of glass.
Me, Bobby and Tonio sat in the room with Alex.
"I hope he's ok," Tonio said, looking sad.
" I know he'll be ok, I can feel it." I said, sitting by his bed.
"I'm gonna go get some drinks, want one, guys?" Bobby asked, but I
declined.
"I'll come too, wait up," Tonio said, rolling in a rented wheelchair
after Bobby. I stood up and leaned over to Alex.
"You're gonna be alright, Alex." I whispered.
"He better be alright!" a female said, entering the room. It was his
sister, Tori Jenkins. She was pretty, 17 years old, shoulder-length blonde
hair, sparkly blue eyes. Nice smile, too. Dawn, this family sure looked
good!
"Hey, Tori, what's up?" I asked her, smiling.
"Oh, nothing much, just getting back in town. I was with my boyfriend and
his folks in North Carolina, seeing a Christmas show. When I heard about
all this, I rushed back."
"When did you find out?"
"I found out 3 days ago, but a snow storm down there kept delaying
flights and everything. It was really frustrating." she said. She walked
over to Alex's bedside, rubbing his hair.
"Oh Alex^Å how could this happen, on your birthday, none the
less^Å" she was talking to him. Her eyes filled with tears.
"He always used to spy on me, ya know? He used to catch me and my
boyfriend kissing and threaten to tell mom and dad if I didn't do something
for him. He was always a bratty little brother, but I really loved
him^Å" she was crying now.
"Hey, he's gonna be alright, he's not going anywhere." I assured her,
trying to hold the tears back.
"Yea, he better not. However tempting that light is, he better stay away
from it. The world isn't ready for him to leave yet." she whispered. It was
getting harder to hold the tears off. After a few seconds, I told her;
"It is tempting, but if I came back, so can he. He isn't going to leave
any of us, believe me."
She looked up at me and smiled.
"I'm glad you're ok. I'm glad you're all ok. Gosh, what would Alex do
without you guys there by his side?" she came over and hugged me.
"But hey, when this is all over, I'm going back to bossy sister mode,
ok?" she said, smiling.
"Ok, gotcha." I said, smirking. I patted her on the back and left the
room.
--
Later that afternoon, I found out that Alex's parents were planning on
pulling the plug on him. I was only told that he was in a coma, not on life
support.
"We can't keep him alive on a machine forever, he wouldn't want
that. He's too active to be stuck in a bed like that." his dad told us
after we were all gathered in the lobby of the hospital, trying not to
cry. Me and Tori weren't embarrassed to let the tears flow.
So it was set.
After Christmas, the plug would be pulled.
They were going to kill Alex.
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