[ WP ] Your guardian angel is less of a protector and more of a stalker .

``..And then we can go out for ice cream, after I - er, a totally random boulder nearly kills you and I save you! Huh? How does that sound?'' 
 
 I glanced up, where my ~~stalker~~ Guardian Angel eagerly hovered, waiting for a response. The first time we'd met was when I had gotten hit by a car. I had woken up in a hospital room later, with a beautiful young woman of about 14 standing by my side. She explained everything -- that she was my guardian angel, she'd look out for me from now on, etc. Apparently, she had died so young due to leukemia. I would let her tag along on family trips, camping, and the like -- I mean, only I could see her, so might as well. 
 
 Over time, she began getting creepier. I could sometimes see her watching me sleep. Once, I even saw her grinning like a psycho while watching me reach first base with a girl. That day, I had decided enough was enough. I had to confront her, and it had to be today. 
 
 `` And then we can get *more* ice cream and watch a rom-com! ``, she finally finished. `` Wendy,'' I began, `` If we're going to continue to be friends, which I really want, you are going to have to stop obsessing over me. I'm 10 years older than you!'' I genuinely felt bad, but it had to be done. However, I recall my guilt being revoked as she gave me a creepy, psychotic grin. `` Gary, unless you do n't want a guardian angel, I do n't reccomend you continue speaking. I can inflict hell on your family with a flick of the wrist. You would n't want that, would you?'' She now had a knife in her hand, and I made up my mind. 
 
'Rom-coms it is'', I said as Wendy and I walked along the street. 
 

