Mike Vitar Young Novels & Stories

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

The ground was hard and I always felt like bugs were crawling all over me. The fear of bugs and my constant swatting had earned me the name of Twitchy in boot camp. I honestly appreciated the name. Being considered a twitch meant most of the guys left me alone, but there was always one that liked to mess with me. He would leave little plastic spiders in my bed or drop them on my head so that I would squeal. Thinking back, mike never seemed to do it when the sergeants were around. How convenient. With all the harassment, he wasn’t my favorite squad member, but I had to admit, his good humor was contagious. Mike was always laughing and making jokes. I smiled at the memory before I was hit with

Mike looked long and lean with pictures of him riding a bike, shots of him crossing finish lines, and pictures of him camping. Camping. She shuddered. Her idea of camping was no mint on the pillow. She wasn’t sure this was going to work. And then she read his little intro about himself: “Hi, my name is Mike Pine, I am 32 years old. I am really new to this online dating thing. I am very active and athletic, work at a ski resort, I teach skiing and also work on the first aid team. In my spare time, I like to run and camp and bike, and I’m looking for friendship or more, whatever and would like

Larissa whispered in his ear. Gary waved and spoke in a slurred tone, "The banquet isn't over yet. There's no time to rest!" Compared to the start of the banquet, his emotions seemed much more heightened. "Here, Lari. Let me introduce you to someone." He dragged Larissa over to a man who seemed to be around thirty years old. "This is Mike Young, the second son of Power Electronics' founder. He is around your age and studied hotel management as well. He has worked at renowned hotel chains around the world. I'm sure you two will have much to talk about!"

"You're not worth the energy it would take to destroy you. I have better things to focus on." The meal arrives, simple pasta, perfectly prepared. The sauce is made from tomatoes the owner grows himself, a recipe unchanged for three generations. We eat in silence for a while, the tension between us slowly shifting from hostility to something almost like understanding. "The young man," Victor says eventually. "Mike. I wasn't going to expose him, you know. Just enough speculation to make people talk." "I know." "You're protecting him."

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.