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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)
I hope you enjoyed reading these first 4 chapters. Please e-mail me and tell me what you think. All coments are welcome unless you are just e-mailing me to let me know how much you hate stories like this. If that is what you plan on doing don't waste your time. I will just delete the e-mail and couldn't care less what you think. asinglewriter@hotmail.com