Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

Adrian and Mikey weren’t related, but Adrian had stepped up for baby Michael. I almost asked what he meant when he mentioned Killian had something going on tonight, but Penelope and Adrian had dropped into easy conversation, their voices low and soft. “When he’s older, I’ll take him to that skatepark Mikey always talked about. The one near that pizza joint he liked. What was it called?” “Tony’s.” Penelope smiled, her eyes cloudy with sudden emotion.

"Huh? You really like that moped and stupid guitar, do you?" "Let's destroy it !!" "Hey!" they all turned their attention to the newcomer. "Huh? It's that kid ..." "Another trash rolled in." "I forgot to get my swim trunks." Mikey whispered as he walked away in a daze. "Mikey ..." Baji whispered as if relaxed. Mikey stomped his right foot and kicked his moped hard. Cause it was broken, as was the guitar. "WHAAAAAAATTTT ??!" startled droning of men.

Everyone questioned it but it had been the only rebellion I’d shown so they let it slide. I recall being happy seeing him play in my school and fucking win, beating our school a fucking five to one. Oh it made my day, seeing him warm up and skate around the ice. Except when I’d wandered away, checking through the list of things in our storage closet that night, preparing for our one-week-away school trip… I saw him. Soren Gregory—the fucking hockey god—on his knees in front of the one woman I hated the most… Anna. His on-and-off situationship everyone knew about.

Mike groaned, trying to stand up but a harsh kick to the back made him fall again, a pained cry escaping his lips. He turned to see the boys towering over him, sly smiles on their faces. Blake came into view, clapping his hands mockingly. "You always knew how to make others chase after you, didn't you?" "You loved the thrill." He tilted his head, a predatory grin on his face. It made him look more hideous than usual especially with the bandage on his nose. "I've finally caught you Mikey!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands like an excited child.

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”

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.

she teased, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Something like that." I led her past the security checkpoints, down to the subterranean loading docks where the staff kept the heavy equipment. In a private, locked bay I had rented for the week, the shadows parted to reveal her gift. It was a custom, low-profile, vintage-style miniature motorbike. It was painted in a matte, midnight-black finish, with clean silver pinstriping that mirrored the lines of our skates. It was compact, built for speed and tight corners, stripped of any unnecessary weight”pure power on two wheels.

I will need a long talk with Ava and Luna Anne after this. Mike studies Kaley’s body for a moment and then looks at me. “I really should have saved her. What a shame, she really did have some talents that I should have had her teach you, my Skylar. Today has been very exciting, I could have warmed up with her. But it doesn’t matter, I will have you my Skylar.” Mike’s tone goes from conversational to menacing in a matter of words. Then he lunges.

Like that night he sent over twenty texts to tell me to not forget to bring the snacks on my way to his house. I finish eating and do the dishes before going out. There are often skateboard shows at an abandoned warehouse where kids love hanging out. When I arrive there's already a lot of cars parked and loud music playing. Beers are being passed around, people are laughing, smoking, making out... I make my way through the crowd until I arrive close to the group of skateboarders standing apart from the crowd getting ready to make quite a show tonight. "Ha! Look who showed up, Mr. antisocial." Kline throws a fake punch at me as soon as I reach him and I easily block.