Mikey Meme Mga Nobela at Kwento

Michelle rushed into me, hugging me forcefully. “I can take care of myself, Harps.” She said. “I promise I’ll be fine. But, I’m worried about you.” I hugged her back and rubbed her shoulder soothingly. “Don’t worry, Mickey.” I said, trying to comfort her. “I’ll find a way to handle everything and I promise I’ll come check on you after work whenever I can. Call me anytime, even if it’s something small, I’ll come over right away if you need me.

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.