God called Michael to his throne room and the archangel looked up to his father, preparing for a task. God saw the look his son was giving him, and chuckled.
"Michael, you have a look of such determination on your face. It is like I'm about to tell you the world rests on your shoulders," God chuckled.
"Are you?"
"Of course not. I am only giving you the control of one little girl's life. She is important, and you are going to protect her. Understand?" God ordered.
"Yes Father."
"Good. Her name is Amber Kennedy. She lives in Georgia. She is 18 and you are going to protect her."

Amber was walking home from school, her navy blue bookbag on her back as her and her friend jammed out to some AC/DC "Back in Black". The girls were laughing as they sang and danced, ignoring the stares. Finally, Amber reached her house and said bye to her best friend.
"Bye Kenzie."
"See ya tomorrow Amber."
Amber unlocked her door and walked into her house.
"MOM! DAD! I'M HOME!" She called. No reply. "Wow, that's new."
She walked into the kitchen and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"JACKSON STAY UPSTAIRS!!" She screamed to her little brother. "LOCK YOUR DOOR!!"
She felt her mom and dad's pulse, and got none. Not a breath escaped their lips. Laying in a pool of blood on the ground, the Kennedy parents were dead, throats slit. Amber grabbed her father's pistol and ran up the stairs. She ran into her room after sliding a gun to her brother and locked the door.
"Oh, hon, there is no need for that."
Amber spun around saw a man with a light stubble. His dirty blond hair matched his blue eyes perfectly and she had to admit, he looked adorable.
"Aww, thanks sweetheart, that was so kind," he touched his heart. "You think I'm adorable."
"I never said that."
"Oh, but you wanted to."
"What's your name?" Amber asked dangerously, positioning the gun in her hands to shoot and aiming for the heart.
"LUCIFER!" A man attacked Lucifer and they both fought for a second before the black haired man landed on top. "Go back to Hell."
Lucifer disappeared and Amber gasped.
"You have wings..." she whispered. Michael gave her a look of shock. Only one person can see an angel's wings. A very important person. No, maybe he just let them show by accident, there is no way that could happen.
"You must be seeing things, Amber," Michael lied. "My name is Michael."
"How do you know my name?" Amber asked. Jackson screamed from his room. "Jackson? JACKSON!! JACK JACK WHAT'S WRONG?"
A bang sounded and the screams stopped.
"What happened out there Michael?" Amber asked. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm an archangel, here to protect you. As you can see, Lucifer wants you. I don't know why, but he wants you," Michael introduced.
"Whatever. I need to check on Jackson," she started out the door but her hand did not land on the doorknob. She removed her hand from his belt with a scarlet blush and saw that his face was also crimson.
"Y-y-you should not go out there," he stammered, looking for words. Amber brushed past him and her hip grazed his "no-no" area, making him turn redder and stumble for words. "Aaaam... I- uh..."
Real smooth, Mikey. Smooth as crunchy peanut butter, he thought before running out to catch her. Amber had stumbled back from her brother's room, the one of which she had kicked the door down.
"He's dead... Michael he's dead," she sobbed. "I've lost everyone in my family, met an angel and met the devil in less than ten minutes. What's wrong with me? What did I do?"
"Nothing, Amber. Fate just sucks like that," Michael blurted. She ran to his chest and started crying.
"I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, I am the most powerful thing in the universe. Nothing can stop me from protecting you," Michael promised.

Amber walked down to her living room before curling up on the couch and staring at the wall.
"What else is left for me? I have no family, no job, no money... I'm playing with fire Michael," Amber whispered.
"I'll help you. No matter what, I'll help you. I'm here to do that, and I am not letting you die because someone else did. Now, tell me about your whole life, every detail counts."
Amber explained her life. From the moment she was five to then. Michael listened politely as she told him about riding her bike, making friends, losing friends, her first boyfriend, her first break up, prom, high school, and her best friend. She explained about meeting her best friend in third grade and having her as a friend ever since. Amber described her family. Her brother Jackson and her parents were her only family, mainly because everyone else had died in a fire. After she was done, Michael was still sitting there contently, watching her every move.
"Do you still have a boyfriend?" Michael asked.
"No- wait. What does that have to do with anything?" Amber asked. Think up a lie, Mike. Umm....
"It'll give me a lead on why Lucifer is onto you. Maybe, if you did have a boyfriend, he would sell you off. I've seen it before," Michael lied.
"You're lying."
"Does it look like I'm lying?"
"Yes. You suck at lying."
"Oh wow, thanks," Michael muttered.
"Don't thank me just yet," she smirked, dropping the subject. "You hungry?"
"Archangels don't eat."
"Sucks for you," she chuckled, eating a granola bar. Amber turned to him. "Okay, so, I've got Lucifer on my ass. Great. We should figure out what he's doing and why he's doing it. We need to know where he's hiding and how to kill him, along with a plan B if we can't kill him. If you can answer any of those questions, please do."
"We can kill Lucifer, but it won't be easy. He's smart and fast. I taught him a little too well. Anyways, if that doesn't work, we can put him back into his cage, it should work," Michael answered. He pulled out his angel blade and held it out to her. She shyed away. "Here, take it. It's an angel blade, I have a spare. They can kill an angel if you stab them in the heart."
"I'm super clumsy..." she confessed.
"Hey, so am I," the angel smirked. "God trusts me with you."
"Yeah, well, you don't seem clumsy," Amber replied. "You seem the opposite of clumsy, to be honest."
"Oh no, that's my weakness. Being clumsy," Michael chuckled. "I used to drop or loose everything."
"It sucks," Amber muttered.
"It sure does."
"Any other weaknesses?" Amber asked. "For battle. I know a battle with Satan is coming, so weaknesses are good to know."
"Tell me your's, I'll tell you mine," he answered.
"Fine," she agreed. "I'm scared of clowns and if you hit my left thigh I'll collapse."
"That's it?" Michael asked.
"What? Did you expect me to be a princess? I live in Georgia, basically the south, and I grew up a country girl. I've fought so many times," she chuckled. "Took out a 13 year old when I was 10 to protect Jackson."
"Good, good. I mean, not many weaknesses," Michael thought. She gave him a 'go on' look. "What?"
"You're weakness."
"Nah... I mean, it's really dumb..." he muttered, rubbing his neck. "Lucifer probably doesn't even remember that I have this weakness..."
"I told you mine, you tell me your's. That was the deal," she ordered.
"How do I say this..." he started to blush. "It's childish.... uh..."
"Dude, are you ticklish?" She guessed.
"What? Noooo," he replied. She walked over to him and pushed him to the couch.
"Then prove it, tough boy," she rolled up his shirt and blew a raspberry. He jumped but kept his mouth shut. "Awww, you are ticklish. Poor little ticklish angel."
"Leheheave me alohohohone!" He laughed. Amber grinned.
"Why?" She ran her nails along his sides and he squirmed. Her fingers started up to his underarms but he was protecting them too well. "Hmmm, is your neck ticklish?" Her devious hands skittered across his neck and he brought his hands up to protect the area. Amber took this as her chance and slipped her hands under his arms.
And he screamed.
Her fingers wiggled around in the hyper ticklish armpits and he was thrashing violently.
"Wow, ticklish much?" She giggled.
"STOHOHOP! I CAHAHA... I CAHAN'T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHA!" He cried. He remembered when he was younger in Heaven, before humanity, and tickle fights like this would break out. Michael usually had to save Castiel or Gabriel from Lucifer's merciless attacks, but the younger of the two sometimes got the upperhand. When Lucifer got the upperhand, and that was rare, he would easily reach his skilled fingers under the eldest's arms. Michael could never get himself out of that, he was just too ticklish for his own good. The only one that would try and save him was God.
Amber tried to pull her hands out but he only pushed his strong arms down harder.
"Okay, Mikey. I'm done, but you have to let go of my hands," she ordered. Now, the hardest thing to do when someone is tickling under your arms is lift your arms. Michael pulled his arms up a little, biting his lip, and she shoved her hands under his arm's again. He snorted and started to laugh uncontrollably.
"NOHOHOT FAHAIR!" He laughed. Amber finally stopped and tugged at her hands.
"Okay, I'm done, I promise. You gotta let go of my hands, though," she smirked. Michael took a deep breath and lifted his arms reluctantly. She pulled her hands out and turned over to snuggle into his warmth. "I didn't know you were so ticklish."
"Quiet, I know you are too," he chuckled, poking her side. Amber flinched and hid her face into his neck.
"Can I just sleep? I'm tired."
"Sure thing, Amber, I'll watch over you," Michael answered, silently wrapping his wings around her.

Amber woke up about 6:30, having her mental alarm used to waking up early. She was still tired, but school was a big part of her life. She squirmed a little but Michael's grip on her was tight. The angel had fallen asleep through the night, even though he didn't need to. Amber went to crawl over him, but, on instinct, his grip on her tightened.
"I guess I can be late," she muttered. Michael's eyes fluttered opened and he groaned.
"Ugh... what time is it?" He asked.
"About 6:30 am. Can you let me up? I have school," Amber asked. Michael blushed at the fact he was gripping her shoulders tightly.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry," he released her and she climbed over him to stand up. Michael's hair was really messy, from the tickle fight the night before and the sleep. Amber giggled and ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down.
"You look like you've been in a car wreck," the eighteen year old giggled.
"Oh, yeah," Michael snapped and his clothing and hair was nice and fixed. The blanket he had draped over the two of them was now folded at the end of the couch.
"Wanna ride with me to school? I like hanging out with you," Amber questioned.
"Of course. Here," Michael snapped and Amber was dressed in her favorite jeans and a shirt that made her look great. Her hair was brushed and her breath felt minty. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything I didn't need to."
"Good boy," she tapped his nose and grabbed her backpack. "I've gotta pick up my best friend, is that okay? She lives pretty far away, so we have to go now."
"Okay, come on," Michael opened the door for her and she chuckled.
"Such a gentlemen," she opened her car door and climbed in, followed by Michael in the passenger seat.
Once they got to her friend's house, Amber got out of her car.
"I'll go get her. Stay in the car," she ordered before walking up to the door.
Damn look at those hips. And that hair, it looks so good! Wait... what am I doing? I'm Michael the archangel!! How am I falling for a human?
Amber knocked on the door to her best friend's house while Michael watched her from his spot in her car.
Her best friend came to the door and they hugged before walking back to the car. Her friend opened the passenger door and Michael winked.
"Amber... is this your new boyfriend? If he is, nice pick," her friend peered around the archangel to Amber.
"No, no. This is my... friend," Amber lied as Mckenzie crawled into the backseat.
"You can tell her, as long as she doesn't tell anybody," Michael interrupted.
"Okay then," Amber started the car and pulled out of the driveway once Mckenzie was seated. "Mckenzie, this is Michael. He's the oldest archangel of the Lord and is here to protect me from Lucifer, aka Satan. Don't worry, he's harmless."
".... what?"
"I'm Michael. If you've read the bible, you would know who I am. I'm an archangel, here to protect Amber from Lucifer. We have no idea why he wants her, but we have leads on how to stop him. I know this may be big, and I don't-"
"I believe you," Kenzie interrupted. "Completely. I've read the bible, and I have a funny feeling that you're not lying. I can usually tell when someone is lying to me."
"She's good," Amber agreed.
"Good, good. Maybe she could help," Michael thought quietly.
"Mike no. She doesn't need to get involved! I'm not endangering my best friend," Amber answered. Kenzie glared.
"You're not my mother, Amber. I want to help you against Lucifer. I want to be endangered. We only live once, might as well kick some devil ass while we're at it," she argued. Amber grew silent.
"I just don't want you to get hurt. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let you get hurt. It's hard enough telling you about this. Telling you could only put you in the line of fire," Amber said.
"Look, Amber, we're at school. Let's just have a normal school day and we can deal with Lucifer later," Kenzie soothed. Michael snapped his fingers in realization.
"Do you have your angel blade?" The archangel questioned. Amber nodded and moved her soccer jacket to reveal a silver knife sticking out of her belt. "Good, good. Mckenzie, take this and keep it hidden. You stab Lucifer with that, and he'll die. But he's less likely to come after you than he is to come after Amber. That's why God put me in control."

Idk what I'm doing but it looks good so far. I would drive Michael mad, to be honest. Anyway, a little fluff here and there. A little fluff never hurt anybody.
Make sure to vote and comment on what I screwed up. If I misspelled something, tell me. Just don't hate to hate. I'll try to come out with the next one but I need to focus on school and stuff so yeah. Also, I just made the soccer team (YAY!) so that will take up most my time, but I'll make time for you.
Peace out cupcakes.