Novel & Cerita Mikey Skateboard

I finally decided to take a break after series of skating and jumping over hurdles. Sitting on the docks, crosslegged and enjoying the calm. I was wearing a faded blue jeans skirt, a black and white horizontal stripped shirt, a black wrist watch Lance had given me for my birthday last month, and my black Nike Snickers. My rose tattoo was gold, it suited my skin perfectly. My skate board is a blue green colored one, with some paintings on it, it was a Land yacht Hanz de Fuko, I kept it against the wooden board where I sat overlooking the ocean.

Mike smirked as he took my hand and literally drug me out of the arena. Before we could even make it to the door, Mike was already all over me. He lifted me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist as one hand grabbed my ass with the other trying to open the door. Once the door was open, Mike walked in and pushed me against the now closed door as he kissed me roughly, allowing his hands to travel up my thighs.

Mavka whispered in my ear. I nodded once. The sound of rolling wheels caught my ears. I didn’t have to turn around to see the source of the sound. A boy riding a skateboard skated around me in circles. His black jacket billowed behind him. I could feel him analyze me. He was wearing a white hoodie, black pants and sports shoes. His fingers obscured his forehead, meeting his glasses. From his look, I could easily tell he was a teenager, eighteen maybe. He stopped skating right in front of me. With a deft kick, he had the skateboard in his hand.

I smiled. The spiked brown hair guy with the pierced ears was the next one to shake my hand. He told me his name was Mikey, again I stared at his perfect chiselled face, like why was all of Mitch's friends so hot? I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people.

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

"Here he comes from the west side. Get ready." I watch the opening to the alley. Adrian struts into my line of sight slowly. "Hey, Mikey. What's happening?" "You're late." I scowl. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was on a clock." He looked at me smugly. "I've got shit to do." He walked up close to me. "Well then we better do this quick, huh?"

I pulled out my phone and messaged Keith. "What was that about?" I sent. "Mikey was at the gym earlier, he is on to us haha." He responds with a laughing emoji. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" I ask. "No, he is one of my best friends up here. He says he likes you too, so if I am happy then its like 2 Christmas's for him." Keith replies. "Ok, I have to go get back on drop so I will see you in a little bit." I tell him as dispatch radios for me to replace another guard.

I said nonchalantly as I scratched Beretta's head. “According to my intel, Mikkinol is well known in the underground racing community. One of the best racers in the world. He’s set to race in 3 days in Columbia, and with Shrinka with us, we’ll have an opportunity to get closer to Mikkinol.” Marciano and my father thought for a moment, before they both nodded at me, showing approval of my plan.

Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat: Welcome, oath-bound. You were expected. A figure drops from the arch (no wings, just air deciding gravity is optional). Tall, bronze skin, white hair braided with tiny bells of petrified lightning. Board shorts, bare feet, and a university hoodie that reads Property of Aerie Skate Team – Champions of the Void 2027. He lands on a beat-up longboard that hovers an inch off the sand and rolls to a stop in front of me. Stranger (grinning like he’s been waiting his whole life for this):