Mickey Rourke 80s Novels & Stories

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

“I can’t let you choose the flowers on my bouquet, Leo! You chose the most ridiculous arrangements!” “No. I don’t!” He matched her lively energy, making him feel silly but November’s happiness was just so contagious, “What’s wrong with a mickey mouse flower arrangements?” “Everything!” Reaching their home, November walked in first with Leo hot on her heels. “I have to tell you I plan on wearing Mickey Mouse undershirt, he’s my favorite cartoon character when I was a toddler, he’s part of my life and should be a part of my wedding.” In which November stopped to gape at him, “You will not.”

At least, I usually like to under normal circumstances. It didn’t take us ten minutes before we were all laughing and telling jokes. Elliott turned on some ridiculous ‘80s music, and Shane was actually trying to dance. I normally can’t stand him, but that was funny. Mickey looked very uncomfortable the whole time, but other than that, the rest of us were so busy chatting and laughing, we hardly even realized we were almost there until Elliott turned onto a winding dirt road and told us all we needed to put our game faces on now.

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.