Goonies Mikey Novels & Stories

Once I was settled, Mikey started running again. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked. If Mikey knew that there was a backpack there, it only means that he knew this place. ‘Somewhere safe,’ he replied but didn’t say anything more. Mikey continued to run for another thirty minutes or so before stopping in front of a very big tree. He lowered himself telling me that it was safe to get down. Once I was standing, Mikey took the backpack in his mouth and went behind the very big tree with a very big hole and when he was back he was in his human form. Wearing tattered faded jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

roar, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. He must’ve emptied the clip. Jon ventured inside. The stink of gunpowder was thick. They were gone, all gone. Michael’s older brother was sitting hunched over in the front of the TV, a Road Runner cartoon playing on the screen. A hole the size of a human fist had been punctured into the back of his head. What was left of his brains dripped onto a pinhole ridden shirt.

Mike groaned, trying to stand up but a harsh kick to the back made him fall again, a pained cry escaping his lips. He turned to see the boys towering over him, sly smiles on their faces. Blake came into view, clapping his hands mockingly. "You always knew how to make others chase after you, didn't you?" "You loved the thrill." He tilted his head, a predatory grin on his face. It made him look more hideous than usual especially with the bandage on his nose. "I've finally caught you Mikey!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands like an excited child.

Being loved was the key. *** Three years later- "Here, sweetie, take this to your father." I patted the two-year-old diapered bottom as he ran down the hall looking for Daddy. I heard the squeal of laughter a moment later and knew Mikey found his dad. I pulled the number twenty jersey over my head, grabbed my purse-come-diaper bag and walked into the living room. Killian placed Mikey's butt to his face before putting his feet to the floor and gave me a look.

I confessed, putting on a serious look. “I’m just so happy for you, son. I’m sorry if it got you hard, my boy.” “It’s cool dad.” “You’re so cool uncle. You made the almighty king Andrew scared for the first time which I haven’t been able to do.” Mikey uttered bursting out into laughter. “You little punk!” I called out in anger. “That’s okay, Andrew. He’s just joking, okay. Let’s head to the wedding venue or we’ll be late.” “Sure uncle. Let go Mr Groom.” Mikey chuckled and rushed out of the room before I could say another word to him.

"Huh? You really like that moped and stupid guitar, do you?" "Let's destroy it !!" "Hey!" they all turned their attention to the newcomer. "Huh? It's that kid ..." "Another trash rolled in." "I forgot to get my swim trunks." Mikey whispered as he walked away in a daze. "Mikey ..." Baji whispered as if relaxed. Mikey stomped his right foot and kicked his moped hard. Cause it was broken, as was the guitar. "WHAAAAAAATTTT ??!" startled droning of men.

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.

“I do. Why? Did he take the cooks with him too?” Mikey snickered and stepped into the room. He was young, that was clear, but he was also really shy compared to the other guys I’d met in Killian’s crew so far. His cheeks reddened as he said, “Look, I have time to kill tonight before they get back, and I want to do something nice for my wife since I’m out late. I wanted to cook her something, maybe. She’s pregnant, so she gets hungry all the time.” I smiled. “And you want my help?”