Goonies Mikey Novels & Stories

Who had wormed their way into our circle? Mikey sat on the couch beside Ava, fiddling nervously with the corner of his blanket. He was too young to understand all the intricacies, but he sensed the tension. His wide, curious eyes darted between me and Oliver, silent but alert. "Mommy?" Mikey’s small voice broke through the tension. "Why is everyone so mad?" Ava gave him a reassuring squeeze, her eyes flickering with a mix of concern and fear. "It’s okay, sweetheart. We're figuring things out." But her voice wavered slightly, betraying her own uncertainty.

I pulled out my phone and messaged Keith. "What was that about?" I sent. "Mikey was at the gym earlier, he is on to us haha." He responds with a laughing emoji. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" I ask. "No, he is one of my best friends up here. He says he likes you too, so if I am happy then its like 2 Christmas's for him." Keith replies. "Ok, I have to go get back on drop so I will see you in a little bit." I tell him as dispatch radios for me to replace another guard.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

“I kind of hope they’ll try tonight. Get this over and done with.” “You are using your wife as bait?” “Yes. Do you think she’ll mind?” Frankie roars with laughter. “That girl? She’ll insist on it.” I smile at him and cross my arms over my chest. “Where is Paulie?” “Mikey took him home.” Mikey is one of Paulie’s crew members. In his thirties, good head on his shoulders. Very reliable. “I want as many men here as we can get. Make sure they come in quietly through the back. Whoever is on that island is watching us. I can fucking feel it.”

Then I made tea for Mikey and John. When I got out, they were seated on both sides of a table. Mikey's gun was leaning against the wall, close to the window we stood out a while ago. "See you two are getting along," I said it as a statement and not as a question. Because if they weren't, then they just had to pretend that they were. We needed Old Mikey on our side. Even though he was human, there was still a lot of usefulness the man could be in Black Hollow.

“But man was Spin fucking mad” “Anyway… Are we heading back to your place soon?”, she asks, then turns to Jonny. “I wanna call Mikey but I doubt your little brother is going to leave me alone long enough to FaceTime him and I don’t need a jealous Mikey… He’s no fun”! I just shake my head at how immature Meme still is. Kudos to Mikey for putting up with that! “He’s a typical horny twenty-one-year-old”, Jonny says.

Anything could have happened. Then I saw him. Michael was taller than I remembered, and his hair was lighter from the sun. But he had the same kind eyes as my mom - his aunt. When he saw me, his whole face lit up. "Mikey!" I shouted, dropping my bag and running to him. He caught me in a huge hug, lifting me off the ground a little. He smelled like soap and coffee and something else - something that meant safety. "Still calling me that, huh?" he laughed, setting me down. "Some things never change."

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."

Am I ever gonna stop seeing my little brother out of the corner of my goddamn eye? “You know, I didn’t think Dante was ever going to be boss,” Mikey says. “What?” I knew since the first day I met him. “Did you see him in college?” I nod. “He had a career in football if he wanted it.” Mikey stares at the horizon. “One in business too, proper business. He pulled grades like no kid I’ve ever seen in the life.” The grades, I fucking remember. Back then, I’d seriously considered throttling him so he’d stop coming home with a higher GPA to compare to my higher body count.

Luke. The team met in an abandoned safe house on the outskirts of town. Everyone was already there getting ready. Mike shaved his afro and wore golden piercings. He looked good but nothing like Mikey. Mia was dressed like a tourist in a tank top, shorts and a ponytail. She had no muscles, and she looked weak. No one will mistake her for a military officer. Wiley had fake dreadlocks, but they looked natural with blonde highlights. He had false bushy beards with twists in them. He looked poor too. He would fly economy with Mia while Mike and I would fly business class. We wanted to go by ship, but I decided to fly last minute. The earlier we were done with the mission, the sooner I would be ho