Lips of an Angel

Chapter 8

For AnnMarieThrush

"Ow!" Kirstie fell on the ground as she climbed through the window. I shushed her quickly. Avi and Kevin came tumbling in afterwards. Jeremy was the only one that coolly stepped in. I dragged all of them down to my bedroom in the basement. I didn't know the alarm code anymore so I couldn't get them in the door. I had Mitch laying on my bed.

"Something in wrong with him. One second I couldn't breathe and the next second he passed out in my arms. I'm scared." Avi went over to poke Mitch's shoulder. The angel didn't make a move. Usually he freaks out if someone touches him. Well, unless the person is me.

"We can't exactly call a doctor. Did you ask your parents?" Kevin asked as he knelt next to the bed to look at Mitch.

"No. They think he left. And I would like to keep it that way. They walked in at a very awkward moment."

"You guys weren't...." Kirstie didn't finish her sentence. I shook my head with an embarrassed blush. We were all circled around my bed. The angel we were staring at didn't make a move. He didn't even look like he was alive. Avi had the same thought as me and went to check his pulse. He shook his head.

"I don't even think he had a pulse in the first place. He's an angel. If he's been passed out for a couple of hours, his body should be cold. He's still warm."

"Maybe he's just tired." Kirstie tried to add helpfully. I shook my head at the suggestion.

"He doesn't sleep. He doesn't eat. He's just there." I wanted Mitch to wake up. I wanted him to be confused and I wanted to laugh with him. Hell, I'd take him randomly kissing me anytime over this. I didn't want him to look like he was dead.

"Scott, it's two in the morning. We have school tomorrow." Avi put his arm around my shoulders. "Maybe he'll wake up in the morning." I followed them to where I would let them out of my window. They weren't helping me right now and honestly I didn't want them here anymore. I don't like the way they seemed to give up on Mitch so easily. Kirstie was the last person to climb out.

"You could just, you know, kiss him. It works when he does it to you." I put my hands on the top of the window.

"Goodbye." I slammed it shut after she was on the ground. She had a smug smile on her face. I rolled my eyes and went back to my bedroom. I went to lay down next to Mitch on the bed. I hated that he was in a catatonic state. I poked his cheek gently. There was no reaction. I poked his clothed stomach. Nothing.

A dead angel is a loyal angel.

I shook my head as that voice came into my mind. It was the same voice that came through right before I felt my air leave me. Before Mitch collapsed in my arms after saving me. My hand went to brush against Mitch's cheek. It was amazing how baby soft his skin was. I was acting completely crazy right now. But I leaned my body over, pressing my lips against his in a small kiss. I was maybe there for like a split second. I watched for any kind of reaction. That's when I thought I saw his finger twitch against the sheets. I was convincing myself that this was working. Because it definitely was not. I glanced at his finger. It was no longer moving. I poked his stomach again.

"Mitch, I swear to God if you are playing-" I stopped when I realized what I said. I sighed. It wouldn't hurt to see if it did actually work. I leaned over to kiss him. This time I went for awhile longer. I went to pull away but a hand tangling in my hair stopped me. I let out a small groan when our positions were quickly changed. Mitch was sitting on top of me, his legs straddling my waist, and his wings were outstretched. He was no longer kissing me. He was just staring. And I was staring back.  I watched as deep black tattoos absorbed into his skin without a trace. His skin was completely untouched again. Then my eyes went to his wings. All of the feathers were back. And they were a beautiful jet black.