Goonies Mikey Novels & Stories

“What—you don’t like the blue?” “I like the blue,” Michael said, shrugging. “I liked the red. I. Just. Wanna. Go!” Reid glanced at his watch. “It’s not quite time yet, Mikey. Chill out.” With a loud groan and a death march only an angry child can pull off, Michael exited the bathroom. “Fine, then I’m eating more candy.” It took Reid a moment to process what he had said, and Michael was down the hall before he shouted, “No, you’re not!”

I'm assuming that it's from his ex-girlfriend. I really want to know this annoying ex-girlfriend. I want to thank her for letting this amazing go because I'm going to claim him as mine. M.I.N.E I saw Leon notice that I'm here and he smiled at me. He gestured me to wait and I gave him a light nod. I grabbed a glass of wine and I saw a lot of paparazzi taking my pictures from the side. I smiled when Leon walked towards me. Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why.

Mikey suddenly promised the man in front of him, Keng. "Ahhh, Clark I know that. He is your father." Keng promised the boy he smiled at her. "How old are you?" "I'm 10 years old." He said to Keng. But when I looked at Keng it was like he was pointing at something else or something, hmm... "Come on Mikey, let's eat. Let's all eat." Sister Aelin said to Mikey and us. Mikey was the first to walk towards the table, Nathan and Jasral looked at them again.

“I even used those little water jet thingies in the shower to make sure I got into every crack and crevice.” “Ewww, bro,” Logan moaned as his phone’s display lit up to show it was making a call. “What?” The goblin snickered. “It’s not like I rubbed my dick on them. Rafe Jr. is far too large.” “Are you speaking from experience?” Beth couldn’t help but giggle. Rafe shrugged. “Sometimes, when you’re baked out of your mind, a hole is a hole.” “Maybe we should stop talking about dicks and holes before the holy LightDuke l arrives?” Logan chuckled as he tried to change the subject. “I have a feeling he’s not going to appreciate that type of humor.”

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.

Mikey looks at me for help, but I just lean back in my chair, enjoying the show. You can cut the tension in the room with a knife, and Mikey still stutters as he tries to push back his fear, “No, Mindy! I didn’t realize she had only been with one guy! I didn’t reject her! I was nervous!” He finally breathes out, and Mindy glances at me before, pausing before she laughs. “You were nervous?” she holds her belly. “Mikey Clody, the man whore was afraid of having sex with a girl?” she laughs hysterically before feeling her forehead. “Well, no fever, so I guess I heard you right.”

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

But that doesn’t mean I enjoy his long hours of training and having him as my father’s number one go-to person. I hurriedly close my locker door and rush outside. I don’t need to check my phone because I know that Mikey will be standing there waiting for me. I stopped running and relax as I see the familiar shade of maroon at the left side of the school’s gate—the color of Mikey’s truck. Mikey spotted me first and smiled at me as he slowly walked toward me. How can you not love this guy? Imagine his black clean-cut hair slicked back, Eyes covered with those sexy Top Gun Ray Ban glasses as his white T-shirt hugs every inched of this muscled body.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."