Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 00:35:39 -0500 From: Ace * 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. ------- http://maxstories.swsites.net Static382@mindless.com Comments are welcome! Visit my site!