Mikey Meme Novels & Stories

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

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."

Mikey continued. "That's a fictional character Mikey." Said Ali. "Cartoon characters are sometimes based off of someone in real life." Mikey replied, as if he was stating a fact. Ali rolled her eyes and turned her attention towards me. "Mikey." I scowled. "Pay attention." "How can I when you brought the devil to New York!" Mikey said scowling back. "Aww Mikey. Still charming as ever." Said a sarcastic voice.

That evening, Mika drank two full glasses of bubbly champagne, watching the video she had filmed and made live on YouTube and kept on laughing at Alicia's facial expressions. Her face when Frederick had screamed that the cloth was his and he had been plagiarized, her face had been priceless. She succumbs to her inner voice and screenshots it, making it into a meme and sharing it on her anonymous account that's now having about ten thousand followers on YouTube. Streaming the live had given her some sort of account access and now she has followers. She even had another reward in the reward of seeing Alicia's downfall.

Imogen This club/bar is really something else. We got picked up by the limo and a driver who calls himself Mikey Mike. Cute. Actually, he was such a sweetheart like a gentle giant with his bald head, gold hoop earring in his left ear and broad body but with the largest toothy grin you could possibly imagine. He held the door open for us and made sure Autumn and I were comfortable before driving off. Mikey Mike pointed out there was champagne on ice and some snacks if we fancied them.

Mikey and I said in unison. "Sure" I brought popcorn and drinks in my room and got comfortable as Mikey put on a show. Almost thirty minutes later into the show. "I knew it, I knew the bitch was evil" Mikey screamed at my flatscreen, and the popcorn he was chewing flew out of his mouth. "Micah calm down" I stared at the chewed pieces on my rug and bed. I pointed towards the pieces." You're cleaning that up." "Make me" He threw a single popcorn on the floor, squinted my eyes at him. He gave me a nervous glance

And I would know theirs. I looked at them both. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." No matter how uncomfortable and embarrassing. Joshua sat up straight. "Me too." He spoke with determination in his voice. Mikey looked at both of us. He then nodded. "I'm in." I nodded at him and held out my hands to both of them. They took them. I could tell we were all nervous. If this didn't work, I didn't know what I would do. "Just saying," Mikey spoke suddenly. "If you see a memory of me peeing in a pool or two, I can explain-"