Mikey Goonies Novels & Stories

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.

The football team fists bump Mikey and it’s so much I could do to try to squeeze my tiny, 160-centimeter frame through the horde of broad-shouldered lackeys surrounding him and Becca, the new ‘It’ couple, it seems. Mikey is a hammerhead football player who’s dumber than a box of screws but I guess Becca doesn’t like him for his philosophical views on things. He is ginormous compared to his teammates, with broad shoulders and arms thicker than my thighs. He's also really handsome, in that rugged manly-man type of way. Not my type but I can still see the appeal... if he doesn’t open his mouth that is.

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.

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.

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."

Sharp teeth protruding over his lip, claws extending from his hands, and fur sprouting across his knuckles and jaw. I take this as my cue and pivot to the side elbowing the goon holding me and knocking his taser from his hands. We are severely outnumbered and part of me prays that Mike can unleash that same power he did when at Golden Circle. A full-blown fight for our lives breaks out as the goons rush us both. I punch another, swing my leg out, kicking out a knee. I see Mike in my peripheral vision grab the cattle prongs of two approaching men, pulling them towards him and flipping them over his head simultaneously. Their bodies fly through air crashing into the glass bar and shattering it

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.”

"Of all the sick things you could do! Kidnapping me? Why? Your goons hit me in the back of the head! I'm bleeding!" "Boo hoo! I'm bleeding!" She mimicked me. "A little bird told me you're carrying precious cargo." Her blue eyes quickly dropped to my midsection and back up. "Right?" "What do you want?" "Don't be in a hurry!" She giggled. "There's a storm outside. None of us are going anywhere. The weatherman says it will last through the night. "Where is Mikey?" "Dealing with his conscience." Does he even have one? I think prison really ruined him.

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.”

Liv squealed as soon as she saw them. “Girl, get your ass over here, we’re starving,” Mikey ordered bossily. “Okay, guys, we’re sorry we’re late. But before we start, we wanna say something to everyone,” Audrey said as she glanced at Killian. “This better be good. I’m so hungry right now I could eat freaking Burger King,” Mikey crossed his arms sassily. Audrey rolled her eyes and ignored her friend. She turned her head to her dad and walked closer to him. Pulling Killian along with her.