Tmnt 2007 Mikey Novels & Stories

There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone. The guy is drop dead Gorgeous! Of course he's not better looking then Matthew, but still... he's handsome. "Mikey, It's nice to see you." said Matthew looking down at the Man. This is Mikey??? Mikey's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He has perfect tan skin and judging by his biceps I can tell he works out a lot. I wonder what his abs looks like... "Hey Matt, it's been a while." said Mikey hanging up his phone. Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand.

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.

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.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had…but still… I’m just not willing to give up. I can’t give up on him…even after all this time… “His name is Mikey. He’s roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so…right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. He’s got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes…he’s kind and always takes care of me…” I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.

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!

She did as I asked and the second she finished parking she looked at me, "you are the best thing to ever happen to me... thank you for this... thank you..." I took my bag and opened the door then got out... "sure pussy... I'm still not sure how I'm friends with you...but then... I'm gone..." "Be okay.. And call me..." I waved her off and opened the gate...Then got in. I immediately saw Mikey standing by the door, exactly where the spare key stays. I smiled as I recognised him from the pictures in Kat's bedroom. I had no idea what to expect. Was he going to like me or was he going to hate me and make my life a living hell.

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

The only thing which was visible in the dark was my pink pajamas, which had little pandas on them. Am I going to hide forever in the kitchen? Maybe I have to spend my night inside the kitchen because the monster is still lurking outside. Yes, that's what he was. A monster. Mr. Martin always hurts my Maa and, eventually, me and I hate him for that, but he never hurts Thomas. Instead, he loves him more than he would ever love my Maa.