Guardian Angel| Part 3

                                    

                                          
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Jeremy sat with Michael on the edge of his bed, looking down at his feet.
                          
"I guess that's why I'm a guardian angel, huh? Second-Chance kind of thing?" Michael gave a weak smile.
                          
"...But why?" Jeremy looked at Michael sadly.
                          
Michael looked up with a sigh, "I guess...I thought nobody cared so I just..." He stoked his finger down the length of his arm.
                          
Jeremy nodded slowly, "Th-that's not true though- n-not anymore that is." Jeremy grinned.
                          
Michael looked up, "Oh yeah- that's right! You said you-" Michael paused to smirk as he saw Jeremy covering his face in his hands, Michael outstretched his wing to put over Jeremy's shoulder, "What is it Jeremy, what did you exactly say?" Michael pressed on.
                          
"Y-You heard!" Jeremy squeaked.
                          
"I don't know if I did." Michael scooted closer to him, "Maybe...say it again?"
                          
"You're one to change moods." Jeremy huffed.
                          
"Well, honestly the living me is...different from this me so...I just see it as...like an alternate universe?" Michael blinked.
                          
"I-I suppose..." Jeremy nodded.
                          
Michael pressed his cheek to Jeremy's, "Now say i~it!"
                          
Jeremy shook his head, "I know you heard me now m-move on!"
                          
"Aw, Jerbear is blushing!" Michael giggled.
                          
Jeremy squeaked once again.
                          
"Come o~n, you looo..." Michael motioned for Jeremy to continue.
                          
"I've only known you for a day, Michael!" Jeremy squeaked.
                          
"Yeah, but I've known you my whole life- you must feel some of that, huh?" Michael smiled.
                          
Jeremy forced himself to meet Michael's eyes, "I-I...yeah...?" Jeremy shrunk down.
                          
"I just want to know someone cares." Michael's smile seemed to falter a moment.
                          
"Of course I care! You saved my life!" Jeremy sighed, "So maybe I have a small...crush...on...my angel..." Jeremy murmured the last part.
                          
"Whoah!" Michael laughed, "I didn't ask you to say that! But alright!"
                          
"Michael! You jerk!" Jeremy's voice was pitched.
                          
Michael ruffled Jeremy's hair with the tip of his wing, "Aw, it's cute."
                          
"Oh shut up." Jeremy huffed, "Not my fault I've never had a friend- or anyone for that matter- who actually cares for me."
                          
Michael frowned, "Dude, that's not true."
                          
Jeremy chuckled, "Yeah it is, my mom obviously didn't want to stay around- and have you ever seen a friend come over here more than once?"
                          
Michael sighed, "Jeremy, you're looking at the negative side."
                          
"And what positive sign is there?" Jeremy rested his chin on his arms as he collected his knees to his chest.
                          
"Your dad loves you, that's one person-"
                          
"Yeah but he hardly tries to even be a dad anymore! He's just waiting for mom to come back- and she never will!" Jeremy hissed bitterly.
                          
"That Christine chick seems to dig you." Michael gave a small smile.
                          
"Pft, as if, she doesn't even know I exist."
                          
"Jeremy." Michael turned to him, tilting his head up by the chin, "So many people care for you...you just don't realize that because you always have your head down...sometimes it's better to just take the risk and look up."