Mickey's New Love – Chapter 2
Author: Well everyone, here is the next chapter. I spent the whole day typing it up because I had it clear in my mind; though it was still a struggle to accurately describe it. I'm sorry if the writing's a bit off, but I really wanted to finish it before the day was done. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and I'll try to start working on the next chapter. Until then, please be patient
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After taking a warm soothing morning shower, and a hearty breakfast, Mickey and his dog, Pluto, rushed out to the car and drove off.
After making a series of twists and turns through the city, Mickey and Pluto reached their destination: The House of Mouse; a club made mainly for Disney friends and foes alike. Mickey, being the host of the club, knew the importance of his role and that no one could replace it. Mickey drove his car up to his reserved parking space and then he and Pluto stepped out and started towards the club.
While Pluto rushed ahead into the club, Mickey strolled in through the doors and greeted everyone who passed him.
"Morning Donald," Mickey said to his partner and good friend.
Donald Duck, the true owner of the club, returned Mickey's greeting, "Morning Mickey."
Continuing into the club, Mickey looked and saw another of his friends; Goofy, the house's lovable but clumsy head waiter.
"Hi Goofy," Mickey greeted the silly dog, who was carrying a tall stack of dishes.
Goofy turned his head and smiled at Mickey, "Hi'ya Mick."
Suddenly, Mickey stopped with a worried expression; he just remembered something important.
"Goofy! Watch out for the floor, it's just been waxed and some spots might be a little…"
But his warning came too late, as Goofy stepped onto the waxed floor and, giving his signature yell, slipped and fell; bringing the stack of dishes crashing down onto him.
"…slick," the mouse muttered, finishing his warning.
Mickey greeted more of his friends: Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horseman, Goosey, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie. As Mickey looked around at his House of Mouse family, he didn't look where he was going and bumped into Daisy; spilling a series of index cards.
"Oh, sorry about that Daisy," Mickey apologized, as he helped Daisy pick up the cards.
"That's alright Mickey," Daisy replied, as she checked each card to make certain they weren't ruined. "I altered the seating chart a little; you know, to improve the view for each guest. Would you like to hear it?"
"Sure," Mickey smiled, as he stood back with his arms crossed.
Daisy looked at each card and read them out loud. "Well, for starters, I think Beauty and the Beast should sit in table # 9, because it helps balance out the talk of the crowd and the sound of the music. Next, I think Cinderella should sit somewhere close to the exit; since she's always on a strict midnight curfew. Then, I've arranged the 101 Dalmatians to sit in four extra large tables; I've already taken care of the order. And then, I think…"
As Daisy continued to read the cards, Mickey just stood there looking at Daisy. Suddenly, Daisy's work attire began to fade and was replaced with a long loose dress. Mickey's eyes became wide when he saw this strange change. Daisy didn't seem to notice her clothes had changed; as she continued to look at her cards and talked about the new seating arrangement. Then, Daisy's bow, holding her hair into a ponytail, came undone; letting her full shoulder length white flow down to her mid back. Mickey just stared utter silence; as Daisy now looked just like she did in the dream. Daisy still continued to talk, completely oblivious to the change, but then her voice began to echo and fade as she then looked up from her cards. She looked at Mickey with a warm smile and batted her amorous eyes at him.
Mickey couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes a little and then opened them again. Daisy was back to normal; and still talking.
"And finally, I think Lady and the Tramp should be seated somewhere close to the kitchen; since they're usually the first ones to order. So Mickey, what do you think?"
Mickey shook his head a little, snapping out of his confusion, and cleared his throat.
"Uh…Yes," he finally answered, "I think it'll work."
"Great," Daisy exclaimed with excitement, "I'll go start making the changes. See ya Mickey."
"See ya…Daisy," Mickey replied meekly, as he watched Daisy raced to the front desk; still wondering why he had suddenly saw Daisy like that.
"Good morning Mickey," spoke a sweet and gentle voice; one that Mickey knew all too well.
Mickey let out a startled cry and jumped back in fear. It was Minnie.
"Oh, Minnie," Mickey nervously stuttered, "um…good morning."
Minnie looked at the startled mouse in confusion. "Are you okay Mickey? You look rather jumpy today."
"I'm fine," Mickey said, trying to keep calm, "you just surprised me a little."
"Oh," the female mouse replied, "well, I just came over to tell you that we'll be ready to open in about thirty minutes."
"Um…Thank you Minnie," Mickey replied tensely, clearing his throat.
"Are you sure you're okay," Minnie asked with concern.
"Well…," Mickey muttered in a nervous tone, "I had this strange dream last, and it's been haunting me all morning. And in the dream, you were angry at me and tried to hurt me."
Minnie giggled. "Oh Mickey, I could never be angry at you. I think you just need something to take your mind off this dream."
"Gee, you really think so," Mickey asked, feeling rather uncertain.
"Mm hmm," Minnie smiled, "in fact, maybe after we close up, we could go on a dinner date later tonight?"
Mickey chuckled with a smile. "That sounds like a great plan. Say, maybe we should also invite Donald and Daisy along; they've been working hard and deserve a night out."
"Oh that's a good idea Mickey," Minnie said with excitement, "I'll go tell them."
Minnie began to race over to Donald and Daisy, when Mickey stopped her. "Wait a minute Minnie; where should we have the dinner and when?"
Minnie thought for a moment, "How about Toney's Italian café; seven o'clock sharp?"
"Perfect," Mickey said, "see you tonight then."
Mickey smiled as he walked to his dressing room to ready himself for the show; Minnie was right, there was no reason to be worried over a dream. He was certain that once he has this date with Minnie, he should feel back to normal in no time.
That night, after the club closed, Mickey, and Pluto, went home to prepare for his date. After a quick shower, Mickey picked a fine tuxedo and started walking over to the restaurant; it was only a few miles away from his house. Along the way, Mickey stopped by a flower shop and bought a beautiful bouquet of flowers for Minnie.
Soon, Mickey arrived at the café and sat down at one of the sidewalk tables to wait for the others. For thirty minutes, Mickey waited, but the others still didn't show.
Just then there came a familiar voice, "Mickey?"
Mickey instantly knew who it was, "Daisy?"
He turned around and instantly his eyes popped wide open when he saw her. Daisy had really made a change for the date; she wore a tight, one piece, mid thigh length, sleeveless, blue evening dress; one that showed off the curves of her figure, her c-cup breasts, and her legs. Around her neck, she wore a pearl necklace. Her change of clothes weren't the only thing Mickey noticed. Daisy's white feathers were now a light tan. Her hair was rolled into a curl up front, while the back of her head was brushed down to a flat smooth surface; as seen in Donald's Dynamite: Opera Box, minus the bow.
Mickey stared speechless at this radiant beauty; hard to believe that this was the same Daisy Duck.
"Daisy," Mickey finally uttered dumbstruck, "is that really you?"
"Hey Mickey," Daisy said with an excited smile, "am I too late for the dinner?"
Mickey snapped out of his stunned trance. "Not exactly; Minnie hasn't shown up yet."
Daisy looked around and sighed, "ho, and I don't see Donald anywhere. You see, me and Donald haven't been on a date together in over a month. That's why I fixed myself up; to make it special for Donald."
"Don't worry Daisy," Mickey said with a comfort smile, "I'm sure they'll be here any minute now."
Daisy sighed calmly, "your right Mickey. I guess it won't hurt to wait a while."
Daisy walked over to the table. She was about to pull out the chair, when Mickey stood up and pulled it out himself.
Daisy was surprised, "Oh, why thank you Mickey."
She sat down and Mickey pushed her up to the table and sat back down in his own seat. For over fifteen minutes, Mickey and Daisy waited for Minnie and Donald. Suddenly, Daisy let out a scream.
"Daisy, what's wrong?"
"There's a wrinkle under my eye," Daisy cried, as she held her compact mirror close to her face, "I look hideous!"
Mickey leaned in close to look, "aw, that's the tiniest wrinkle I've ever seen. You don't look hideous."
"I don't," Daisy asked with a sniff.
"No. In fact, I think you're very…beautiful." Mickey went silent in nervous; did he really say that out loud?
Daisy was also silent with surprise. "You think I'm…beautiful?"
"Well…yeah," Mickey muttered timidly.
Daisy smiled thoughtfully at Mickey and giggled, "Well thank you. You know, you're actually quite handsome yourself."
Realizing what she just said, Daisy turned away and blushed. Mickey also turned away and noticed that he was still carrying the flowers.
"Um…Daisy," Mickey squeaked nervously, "I got these flowers for Minnie. But I don't want them to wilt, so…I'd like you to have them."
Daisy gasped in astonishment as Mickey held out the bouquet to her.
"Flowers, for me," she smiled thoughtfully as she held the bouquet, "Oh thank you Mickey. They are so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," Mickey implied smiling warmly.
Hearing this, Daisy turned in embarrassment. "Mickey, stop that. You're making me blush."
Before Mickey or Daisy could say another word, they suddenly heard two growling sounds; it was their stomachs.
"Sorry," Daisy grinned embarrassed, "I guess I'm a little hungry."
"Well," Mickey said, rubbing his hands, "no use waiting on an empty stomach."
Mickey called the restaurant's head waiter over, "One plate of spaghetti and meatballs please."
"Yes monsieur Mouse," the waiter replied as he wrote down the order and went back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, the waiter returned carrying a plate of freshly made spaghetti; along with two forks.
The waiter placed the ordered food in front of Mickey and Daisy and then left to serve other tables. Mickey and Daisy looked at the single plate of food and then looked at each other.
"Well," Mickey chuckled nervously, "let's dig in."
So, Picking up their forks, Mickey and Daisy began to eat. As they ate, the café's band began to play a very familiar song; Bella Notte. As the band played, Mickey and Daisy turned their eyes away in embarrassment; neither one not daring to look at the other. Suddenly, neither them noticed that they had both caught hold of a single strand of spaghetti. They ate the along the strand to where they turned and touched lips.
Mickey and Daisy, now realizing what was happening, pulled apart in shock and surprise. Neither of them made a sound as they gazed at each other. Mickey began to feel the strange warmth he had felt in the dream; only now he knew this was no dream. Daisy was also feeling strange in her heart; she didn't know what it was, but it felt so nice.
As they continued to stare into each other's eyes in silent, there suddenly came a glint in Mickey's eye and Daisy's eyes began to sparkle like stars. Then, their looks of shock changed; Daisy batted her eyes lovingly at Mickey, while Mickey looked at her with amorous eyes. With loving smiles, Mickey and Daisy returned to their dinner; only this time, they did not turn away from each other and, under the table, they held hands.
When they had finished their meal, Mickey and Daisy just sat there in silence.
"Wow," Daisy said with a blush, "that was…a great date. It's too bad Donald and Minnie couldn't make it."
"Yeah, too bad" Mickey said, not really thinking about Minnie at all.
"Well," Daisy said, with a look of disappointment, "I guess it's time for us to go. Thank you for the dinner"
After saying this, the sad hearted duck slowly stood up and started to walk away. Snapping out of his stare, Mickey quickly got up and hurried over to her.
"Daisy wait," he called out, causing the duck stop and look back, "um…we don't have to go home yet. I was wondering if maybe we could…we could…um…"
Daisy smiled, she knew what he was trying to say, "…take a stroll in the park? I'd love to."
After paying for the dinner the dinner, Mickey and Daisy walked together into the city park. They walked hand in hand as they looked at the many beautiful sights; fire flies dancing under the trees and two swans gliding together along the pond. Finally, they walked up to a bench on a hill and sat down; gazing out at the lights of the city and the stars in the sky.
Daisy sighed as she continued to gaze at the twinkling lights. "This night has been so wonderful. I wish it didn't have to end."
Mickey didn't speak as he turned away; this feeling that he had for Daisy was still very strange for him.
Daisy turned to Mickey with a warm smile, and slowly began to scoot closer to him. "Mickey? Minnie said that…last night you had a very strange dream. What was it about?"
Mickey told Daisy about his dream; she smiled when he told her about the dream Daisy. When he finished explaining, Daisy looked away nervously.
"I also had a dream last night," Daisy explained, "I was trapped in a cave by a ferocious dragon; I was terrified. But then, this handsome knight in shinning armor came and rescued me. I thought this knight was Donald, but when the knight took off its helmet…it was you. I didn't know what happened next, but suddenly, I really wanted to kiss you. However, before I could, I woke up."
"Gosh," Mickey gasped in wonder, "do you think our dreams mean anything; something about us?"
"I don't know," Daisy replied as she once again gazed out into the distance. "Mickey, there's something else I need to tell you. Remember the night when we were going to sing together?"
"Sure," Mickey beamed happily, "that night was supposed to be your big debut."
"Well, when we were practicing together, I was happy. I mean, I had always dreamed that someday I would get to sing onstage in front of an audience. And then you, out of the kindness of your heart, gave me the chance to make my dream come true. In that one instant, my life felt complete; just being with you. But when I heard that Minnie was the one who asked you to let me sing, suddenly I just felt terrible; sad that I was going to sing with you and not her. So, I pretended to break my leg, so that Minnie would sing with you instead."
Mickey was struck with awe, "You did that for Minnie; even though it meant giving up your dream?"
"It felt like the right thing to do," Daisy sighed with her head bowed low, "but when I saw you and Minnie perform, I felt a little jealous. Minnie is just so lucky, to have a man as kind, honest, and wonderful as you…Mickey."
Hearing this, Mickey smiled. "And Donald is so lucky, to have a woman as thoughtful, kind and beautiful as you…Daisy."
Daisy looked amorously at this mouse, this perfect man, and scooted in closer; to where they were just an inch apart.
Suddenly, Mickey saw something and pointed to the starry sky, "Look, a shooting star."
Daisy saw it and instantly closed her eyes to make a wish.
When the star passed out of sight, Mickey turned to Daisy as she opened her eyes, "so, what did you wish for?"
Daisy giggled teasingly, as she turned to Mickey, "I wished, that I would always remember this one special night. You know why this night was so special Mickey?"
Mickey shook his head no.
Daisy batted her eyes as she moved in closer, "it's because…I was lucky I got to spend it with you"
Mickey gazed deeply in to Daisy's sparkling eyes and smiled. "And I was lucky to have this special night with the kindest and most wonderful woman in the world."
Slowly, Mickey and Daisy leaned in closer as they gazed lovingly into each others eyes.
"Oh Mickey…"
"Oh Daisy…"
Then, in the silver light of the full moon, Mickey Mouse and Daisy Duck put their lips together and…kissed.
And with this kiss, Mickey could no longer fight what he was feeling; he was in love…with Daisy.