Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

I found two dark-haired boys sprawled out on the floor, pieces of a jigsaw puzzle between them, surrounded by brightly colored toys ranging from action figures to plushies. "Knock, knock," I said in a lilting voice. "Mommy!" Adrian exclaimed, getting up and rushing toward me. "Hi, Aunt Elaine," Mikey greeted from his place on the floor, the hazel eyes he inherited from his mother watching Adrian cling to me. "Hi, Mikey. Your mom says dinner is ready." "Sweet!" He got up and rushed past me, leaving just me and my little boy alone. I bent to his level, keeping the hand with the dinosaur behind my back.

Mike was awake. LMCD22

His upper half was ripped, chest solid and looking as strong as ever, and he did look almost the same way some hours back. His legs were longer, giving him a taller height, and those feet made large impressions on the earth. Then his eyes fell on me, and his brows furrowed. Old Mikey appeared my side, almost out of breath, as if he had been running a marathon. He had his gun in both hands. "We don't need that, Mikey," I told him. "Why? You ever seen something like this? Can't be sure what it could do." "He won't hurt us."

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.

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"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

“Wholesome. What about you? You work? Or just skateboard and hang out with girls?” “I… I work part-time at the skate shop,” Maverick said, his tone defensive. “I save most of what I earn. And I’m not just hanging out with girls. Scarlett’s my friend. We skate together.” Jake raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but now tinged with a hint of curiosity. “Skate shop, huh? You any good?” Maverick shrugged, but there was a flicker of confidence in his eyes. “I’m alright. Won a couple local competitions last year.”

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."

Everyone thinks I’m MCcall College’s golden captain and the most handsome dude who looks like he has walked through runway shows times without numbers with his athletic build, handsome face like that of a Greek god and quiet personality. Jesus Christ… if only they knew just one cent of who I truely was, they would fucking run with their legs touching the back of their heads at the sight of me anywhere. I wasn’t the golden boy they tagged me as. I was a lot different with demons of my own. Demons who want just one girl and that same girl was the one I was trying to avoid. Kiada fucking Reyes. “Pass me the puck!” Micheal yelled, skating towards me with his hockey stick hitting the ice surface.

It's still fun with him. We take a small break, sitting near the pool to have a drink. "Gosh, you did kick my ass in. Is it bad that I find it hot, to be defeated by a girl on a skateboard?" He makes me blush. "Nope, it would be terrible if you'd hate me because I am better in skating." "Your heelflip, tailslide, and nosegrind are nearly perfect. Never seen it done so good before, "Evans admires my stunts.