My Bodyguard Chapter 19
A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.
This story is not true.
This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it.
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This chapter is going to switch to Mark's point of view.
I laid in bed Monday night after Mike fell asleep. I was just thinking about the last 6 weeks. Before I met Mike my life seemed to stand still. I would not call my life boring but it was nothing like it is now. The last 6 weeks seem like about two days. And the last 5 days are a blur.
Mike has opened up something in my heart that I did not know was there. He's kind and caring. He's smart and just fun to be around. Our friendship and love has grown to the point where I can't imagine my life without him. Every time we make love it gets more intense. I am still very shy when it comes to sex.
I am starting to wish that Mike's dad Greg was my dad. He is the best. Every time I talk to him I feel better. He never talks to me like I am just a kid. As a matter of fact he doesn't treat me any differently than he treats Mike. He has rules he wants me to follow but they are not any different than my mom's. He is so supportive of my relationship with Mike.
Even though I am together with Mike 24 hours a day I don't get tired of him. He always has something new and fresh to say. Even when we say nothing to each other I am happy. We have developed a comfortable silence between us. We don't need to talk to feel what the other is feeling. Mike talked about this weeks ago, and now I know what he was talking about. I can't tell you what it is like, waking up every morning in his arms.
I have had a chance to get to know Mike's mom, Amy. Mike has told me many times not to get her mad, but I have never seen her mad yet. She also treats me like I was her own son. We have had several long talks in the last six weeks. She is easy to talk to and makes me feel comfortable. She also has a unique sense of humor.
My mom has been great. I miss her so much. I call her at least twice a week. I hate the fact that she is alone and if I can find a way to get her up here, I will. Perhaps I should talk to Greg about that.
Five days ago I didn't know that my dad was alive. Now I have gotten together with him and looked up his entire background. He is a puzzle to me. His words don't match his actions. I think he is telling me what I want to hear. Perhaps I should just forget about him but Greg's words keep ringing in my ears, 'You can choose your friends but you can't choose your family.' I don't know if is possible for him to change but if I love him perhaps he will love me back. All I really want from him is his love. I can remember all the fun times we used to have together. If I show him unconditional love and set an example for him perhaps that will rub off on him. I am really going to need to think about how to approach him in Chicago in two weeks.
Uncle Sam is great to work for. He hardly ever tells me what to do. Instead he tells me a story that leads to the right thing to do.
I have been able to save up $5,000 since last summer. Perhaps I will be able to get a scholarship to help with school. I really don't want to go in the military in order to get enough money to go to school. If I do that I will not be able to stay with Mike.
I have found all kinds of cool sites online involving the medical field. The great thing is most of it is the latest information. I spend much of my spare time online, reading. I can't believe all the information I can find online. The computer has been a great help.
School is really not any different than it was at my old school. I have had a 4.0 average throughout high school and I am not challenged at all by it. I am usually a chapter or two ahead of the class. I really don't miss my old school at all.
I can't believe how lucky I have been. I haven't felt like this since I was a little kid. I still get the feeling that something bad is going to happen and I will lose all this happiness I am now enjoying. I have come to the conclusion that I need to let tomorrow take care of itself. I can't allow myself to be afraid of things I cannot change.
I kept thinking about all this stuff and was having a really hard time going to sleep. I looked at the clock and it read 1:00 a.m. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. Finally I fell asleep.
I woke up with the alarm going off at 6:30 a.m. We got up and took a shower and got dressed. We went downstairs and Mrs. S. was up.
"No school again today, boys. The main roads are clear but the side roads still need clearing. What are you going to do today?" she asked.
"Don't know," Mike responded.
"We could go up to Saginaw and go Christmas shopping," I said.
"That sounds good. The mall should not be too crowded today," Mike said.
"That's fine, boys. Just make sure that you are back before dark, and let Sam know where you are going. You know how he likes to keep tabs on you, Mark."
Mike wanted to drive, so after calling Uncle Sam we took off for the Mall. We decided to have breakfast at Denny's near the Mall. Saginaw is only about a half-hour away. In no time we were at the restaurant.
"Mike, what do you want for Christmas?"
"That's easy, Mark. I am taking auto mechanics next semester and I need a tool box."
"I guess that means that I am taking auto mechanics and will need a tool box for my truck too. But, I kind of wanted to surprise you."
"Surprises are for little kids. I would much rather get something that I need than some tie or fruit cake I will never wear or eat. If you want to surprise me, buy a card. I don't think we need to spend lots of money to show how much we love each other. I don't need some sappy ring, or necklace, or bracelet to remind me of my love for you. All I need to see is your smile."
"That's sweet."
"Also, we can go in on our gifts to my folks, your mom, Sam and Norma, the twins, and your father. I don't plan on buying them anything expensive, just useful."
"You don't need to go in on gifts for my family, Mike."
"But I feel like they are my family too. Unless you don't want to and would rather buy your own gifts."
"No, I like the idea of gifts coming from us. After all, we are a team now."
"Great, then it is settled," Mike said. "What do you want to get Sam and Norma?"
"Sam could use some new polo shirts and Norma could use a new cutting board. Her old one is about 100 years old."
"How about the twins?"
"They liked my punching bag so much I thought we could get them one, and a few video games."
"And your mother?"
"No brainer, she needs new tires on her car, but not Firestone."
"Don't you want to get her something nice?"
"New tires would be nice."
"How about your father, Mark?"
"I saw his tool belt in his truck and he has a real old hammer. I was thinking about getting him a new one and having it engraved. That way, every time he uses it he will think of me. What should we get your parents, Mike?"
"Well, Mom loves fruit cake, and Dad could use several new ties," Mike said, laughing.
"We could get them that and how about we give them a night out on the town? We can buy them a gift certificate from Outback Steak House and one for my mother too. What do you think?"
"I think that is great. We have not even finished breakfast yet and we have decided everything we are going to buy."
We made short work of our shopping and were done by 1:00 o'clock. We then had lunch at the food court and went home.
Once we got home, Mike and I went riding on the snowmobiles. I had never driven a snowmobile before. Mike says that he is going to teach me to downhill ski this winter. I get this picture in my head of me with a broken leg and Mike helping me around.
After racing around on the snowmobiles, which was great fun, we went inside. I wanted to work out and Mike joined me. He is getting much stronger. When we first started, he could only bench 75 pounds for 10 reps, now he is benching 125 pounds for 15 reps. I am glad that he is working out. It seems to be helping his self-image and developing his upper body nicely.
Dinner was quiet and we were worn out from the long day. Mike and I went upstairs.
"What are you going to do about your father?" Mike asked.
"I think I should talk around all the truths I have found out."
"What do you mean?"
"I could ask to see where he lives, for example. And then see what he tells me. Then I could ask him if he has a girlfriend. I could then ask if I could meet her if he does say he has one. And keep getting into it deeper and deeper until he has no way out. Also he is not dumb. He is going to figure out sooner or later that I know what is going on and spill."
"Do you think it would've been better if you had not found him?"
"Not at all. I don't care what problems he has, I still love him. I want to keep in contact with him. I was also thinking last night that I have more respect for your father than I do my own. What do you think he would say if I started calling him 'Dad'?"
"Don't know, but let's go see. We can get some pops and say goodnight."
So Mike and I went downstairs and went into the kitchen to grab some pops. When we came out of the kitchen into the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were watching TV.
"Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Dad," Mike said.
"Goodnight, Mike, goodnight, Mark," Mrs. Stevens replied.
"Goodnight, Son, goodnight, Mark," Mr. Stevens said.
"Goodnight, Mrs. S., goodnight, Dad," I said.
"Dad," Mr. Stevens replied. "I like the sound of that, but I don't think I will call you son, Mark, son-in-law perhaps."
"You really don't mind? You have been more of a father to me in the last 6 weeks than I have had in the last eight years."
"Not a bit."
"And, Mark, I am getting tired of 'Mrs. S.' Why don't you call me Amy?"
"OK, Mrs. Amy."
Mrs. S. gave me a look like, 'I will get you for that later.'
"By the way, guys," Mr. Stevens said. "I saw the newspaper article today and it will be in the paper tomorrow. Perhaps it will help change people's attitudes. Also I think that I have found a preacher for the church I am going to build right next to our old church."
"You are building a church next to our old church?" Mike inquired.
"That's right, I am not going to sit back and let Pastor Simpson boycott my store and not fight back. Besides, I miss going to church as a family every Sunday and I don't like the other churches in town. The preacher I got in mind should bring some life back into this town. It is going to be the biggest and best church in the county. We will see who goes out of business first, me or Pastor Simpson!"
"You don't fight fair, 'Dad'. Remind me never to get you mad at me," I said.
"I can get used to that 'Dad' stuff, Mark. As far as fighting fair, I didn't start it but I will finish it. As far as getting people mad, it is not me you have to worry about. It is my wife. You better come up with something better than Mrs. S., and fast."
"Okay, goodnight, Dad, and goodnight, mother-in-law."
"Goodnight, boys, and we will see you tomorrow," Mrs. Stevens said.
We went upstairs and Mike and I made out for about 45 minutes. After we got off we fell asleep in each other's arms.