Mikey Williams Age の小説・ストーリー

“Will…” “No, I’m not here to nag you about it. Don’t get me wrong. But… Mike, are you really waiting for someone?” Will asked in concern. “What are your plans for the future? You’re not getting any younger, you know. You’re already in your thirties.” Michael said nothing in response, so Will continued.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

The party starts around nine, and Mia has me dancing with her in the middle of the room. She’s so excited and everybody’s yelling happy birthday to her. She hasn’t really gotten a big party like this before, she always wanted to spend her birthdays with me, and me being the outsider I was, wouldn’t go to any big parties. She’s seventeen now, and beyond excited about being able to find her mate in a year. I think she secretly wants it to be Walker, but she’s to stubborn to admit it. She says they’re just having fun, until one of them finds their mate.

"Yeah, duh!" "Michael called in sick and I took over his shift. This is a freaking nightmare. I honestly have no idea how you manage it." He shouted over the music, making me laugh at his response. He was in his late twenties and if my guess was right, he must be 29 years old, four years older than me.

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.