The Guardian Angel - Translation

6. You and I are now a team

          I got up from the bed, stretching. He immediately went to the closet, pulling out her clean underwear and T-shirt. I caught too gray tracksuit pants and with these things went into the bathroom. In the middle of the road, I stopped. Slowly I turned toward the living room. Only now he came to me the sound turned on the TV. I raised my eyebrows, then turned the eyes.

          Michael was already on his guard. It is true that his position could have acquired the now titer Guardian Angel of the Year. Namely, the colored boy softly snoring, stretched across the sofa. He puts his face in the pillow. One hand was out of bed, and his thin, long fingers lightly touch the floor. His lips were slightly parted, and the mess on the head even more than usual. Above the head of hair was his halo. I will not tell, but it looked quite lovely.

           I clenched my mouth not to laugh out loud. Head fell into my perfect idea of ​​immortalizing the scene. Certainly it annoy, taking a snapshot, but he repeatedly drove me crazy that even for too long on the matter much thought. I put the things on the table, and then with a goofy smile on his face, returned to the bedroom. Quickly grabbed the cell. Going into the living room, I entered already in the camera. I set up equipment, coming closer to him. I caught the perfect personnel, wishing that Clifford the occasion is not drooling, which added to this obrazkowi humor. I knocked a finger. Nothing.

           My eyes popped out, seeing that the picture is the same couch, without niebieskowłosego boyfriend. I gritted my teeth lightly, renewing the test. And then again and again. Nothing. Button. It's not possible. This angel is probably zdjęcioodporny. I looked at him reproachfully. My blue eyes longer stopped at his halo. I guessed that this was the reason for my failure. If Clifford had it on her finger, certainly images that were successful.

           Without thinking I threw the phone at the boy to relieve failure. Michael jumped in place, almost falling off the couch. He grunted something under his breath, and I caught just the end, which was clearly addressed to me.

- You fucked up? - He said, returning to its previous position. He adjusted his black T-shirt he was wearing. Green eyes looked straight at me. I did look innocent. - What was that?

- Can I fell? - I said, folding his arms behind his back and rocking on his feet.

- You look beautifully when you do that - he commented. I snarled under his breath, stopping everything. I narrowed my eyes at him, almost grinding his teeth. Have I already mentioned how the damn angel irritates me? - Princess on his feet?

- Dick - I summed, turning away.

            Michael laughed. I glanced at him. Almost a fool rolled after my innocent couch. He was holding his stomach and apparently it's all really enjoyed it greatly. I chuckled under his breath dissatisfied.

- Once upon a time you got up? - He asked, when I calmed down.

- I wonder if ever I want to talk to you.

- Do not be mad at me, honey. - I snorted under his breath. Why Heaven could not send me to someone less annoying?

- Since when angels sleep? - I said that in the end he went with me, before I throw at him and murder him. Sure it would be difficult or even impossible, but you can always try.

- We do not need sleep, but we do it. It helps us to recover from the inside, as well as sort out thoughts. Sleeping also sometimes out of boredom, and this program, what I saw was fucking boring.

- Cyanide also you work?

- What?

- No, no - I replied, shaking his head.