Here's the eleventh chapter with these two romantic mice.
[Minnie]
I let out a very long yawn. My, my mouth felt dry from all that storytelling, so I took a sip of Mickey's soda pop that Mickey left beside the couch.
"So you're telling me you felt all that while near me, and you never realized you had a crush?" Mickey asked me.
"Yup."
He was confused.
"I mean, mice all have the same relationship as we do. So I didn't know that a boy and a girl can fall in love together. And then you add in the "totally romantic mice" factor. Did you really expect me to figure out right away that I was in love with a boy mouse?" I shrugged and took another sip of the soda pop.
"Well, you could've told me."
"I didn't know what was going on!"
"So, how did you find out about it?"
"I talked with Daisy. I asked her about all the things I felt, without mentioning you, of course. She told me that I was in love with you. I was confused at first, questioning how I could fall in love with a mousey guy, and if it happened with anyone else, if it was bad for me to feel like this. I was nervous to tell anyone, especially you, about it. It was starting to make me feel very nervous to keep everything a secret. That's when I started writing those letters, ending with the one you received." I blushed a little. My, these crazy letters. "By the way, sorry for telling you about my love earlier this week...to think we got so far in just one week..."
"Tomorrow's our 90th anniversary as well."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, Minnie."
He giggled and gave me a kiss.
"Y'know, it's been 90 years since we've been together, and barely a week since I ever first considered dating you. Now we're here already, and I'm so in love with you." Mickey told me as he wrapped his arms around me and looked into my eyes. "How did you manage to make me fall for you completely in such a long time?"
"Easy, be as cute and sweet as possible. Classic Minnie Mouse charm, never fails."
"You forgot 'write beautiful love letters'."
"...oh, I'm going to drive off without you if you keep reminding me of those things."
"I'm never letting you forget, Minerva." He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a folded page of paper. "After all, I've still got one of them right here."
I quickly tried taking it from his hands, but he kept it out of my reach.
"Hey! Gimme that!"
"You know, I told Darius I'd probably frame it. Where's the best place we can put it? Above the door, maybe your bedroom's door...wow! Maybe in the front door! That way everyone will see it."
"My bedroom? Are we gonna...sleep together...from now on? And, live in the same house?"
"I guess so. After all..." He placed his indicator under my chin. "You have completely enveloped me. I want to be with you all the time.
"Really? Well, uh, so do I. It's just that I never really considered it...living together, I mean..."
"You seem nervous."
"H-huh?"
He smiled smugly. "Don't tell me...you were thinking about marriage and that other thing that people do in bedrooms, weren't you?"
My face got hot and completely turned red. Not just the cheeks, the entire face. I joked about it earlier, but it still left me uneasy. He leaned closer to me to the point our noses were almost touching.
"...do you want to do it, Minnie?"
"No! I mean, y-yes, k-kinda, n-not at all..."
Mickey began laughing his head off for a good minute or so, leaving me more embarassed.
"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry, this is just so...hysterical!" He tried talking. "Your reaction, it's just so...HILARIOUS!"
"It's really not that funny, Mickey!" I cried as my face was buried deep in a pillow.
After a while, he managed to control himself and stop laughing. He slumped on the couch, holding his sides.
"I-it hurts to laugh...oh g-gosh..."
He noticed he was still holding the letter, so he folded it up and put it in his pocket again. I lost my chance, but that's alright.
"Now I'm sad that I didn't take a picture of your face now." He said, taking deep, deep breaths.
I throw the pillow at his face, angrily, but he intercepted it.
"Oh...sweet cheese...that was priceless..."
I jumped off the couch. "You know what? I'm not going to stay here and be mocked, you mouse. I'm going to bed." I tried to walk into my bedroom, but he grabbed my tail.
"Oh no, you're not!" He yelled, grabbing my tail.
"Let go of my tail, Mickey Mouse!" I yelled back.
"I can see you! There's a mirror there!"
I slammed the door.
"A piece of cheese and you'll be back in 5 minutes or less!"
"Get ready to lose that bet then!"
I jumped onto the bed and reached for my covers, which were still in the living room.
"So do I get my cheese now, or later?" He asked when he saw me walking into the room.
"Sorry, Mickey, but you're not getting anything because I just came here to grab my blankets."
"You still came back regardless, so you lose and I win. Now, gimme some cheese, please."
"No way!" I turned away from him.
"Yes way! You made the bet, now say cheese!"
I grumbled as I reached under my skirt pocket and pulled out some cheese, throwing it at him.
"A cheese is a mouse's job." He sarcastically said as I slammed the bedroom door.
What did I forget?
Oh! I forgot the pillows!
"Does this mean I get enough cheese on my sandwich?" He asked, as I walked in, grabbed the pillows, and left without saying a word. "Better get used to it while you can, Minnie! Because when we get married, we'll have to stay together for the rest of our lives!"
I was too angry to sleep but then five minutes later, he walked in, planted a kiss on my cheek, and embraced me.
"Good night, Minnie." He planted a second kiss on the back of my head and fell asleep almost immediately.
I looked at him and smiled, placing my hands over his own.
'Well, I guess putting up with our argument is worth it after all.' I thought to myself, then drifted off.
[Mickey]
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn*
My eyes slowly opened. I looked around confused. Wait, this isn't my bedroom.
I remembered I was at Minnie's house, but she wasn't in sight.
"Minnie?" No response.
'Gosh, she probably woke up before me.'
I got up and just as I was about to grab the doorknob to open the bedroom door, I heard Minnie's voice from the other side.
"Uh-huh, two seats. (...) Really? How much? (...) Individual prices for dishes? Alright. (...) Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse. (...) My full name? Minerva Mouse, but just call me Minnie, for short. (...) We both have the same last name. (...) Yup, just two mice. ...wait, what? No, we haven't even married! (...) Oh, sorry for getting mad...yes, I know I'm losing my temper, apologies. (...) 2 PM? Sure, that's nice enough. (...) Thank you, we'll be there soon enough!"
I opened the bedroom door just as she hung up the phone.
"Wha? Oh! Good morning, Michael!"
"So..." I rubbed my eyes. "What did you pick for our date?"
"What?" She began to sweat.
"I heard you talking on the phone just now."
"But I didn't even pay the phone company!"
"Uh...are you sure you didn't dream about it?"
"Uh-huh."
"It might've just been your imagination clearing up."
"Squeak." I gave her a tired look, and she seemed unwell for a few seconds.
"Oh...I really wanted to surprise you today! ...How long have you been up?" She stomped her foot on the ground.
"I just woke up."
"Oh great, just my luck. Of course you wake up just in time to catch the call." She slumped to the ground, and cried, leaving her bow on the floor.
"Hey, it's okay." I patted her on the back of her head. "A date's a date anyway."
"I just wanted to make it a surprise!"
"Look, Min, just calm down. I'll go with you anyways. Where did you book it?"
"You know that super cheesy restaurant that opened just a week ago. The activity decreased a lot, and it has special little rooms that are usually used by couples as they're cut off from the main area of the restaurant. It means we can do or say whatever we want and people won't be able to see us except for waiters."
"...Gee, how do you know so much?"
"Well, I've been there before. I go to every restaurant in this town, as long as they don't serve cheese."
"Wow...there's not a lot of restaurants..."
"And they only let me in without you and they serve the kind of cheese I like with pizza. Besides, if you were there, they'd chew you out on the news or something."
"Just because of me? You're one of the mice I ever met."
"But you're more famous and popular. When we're hanging out together, you appear in your own cartoon shows more than I do. And the shows I usually do are bows. People don't care for the girl mouse as they do for the boy mouse."
"Aw, don't say that. You know you're my girlfriend. Remember back in my new cartoons?"
"Yeah, I remember. And you're one of my boyfriends, because you saved me from Mickey to the Rescue, as I was mouse-napped by Pete."
"But without you, I'd be stuck here fighting Pete myself."
"...hee hee...I guess you're right, Mickey..."
"I am! Now turn that sad frown upside down!"
She smiled an honest smile.
"Thank you. You always know how to cheer me up." She got up and dusted herself off. "Oh, I've got something to show you!"
She ran back inside the bedroom and started looking inside her wardrobe.
"Hmm hmm...let me see...it's around here somewhere...aha!"
She peeked out behind the wardrobe's door. "Just one second." She twirled around into view, and she wore a red polka-dotted dress, with a red polka-dotted bow between her ears, white bloomers, and yellow pumps with little red bows on her toes.
"What do you think, Mickey?"
"I think you look beautiful."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I want to pat your head now."
"Oh, go ahead. Nothing wrong with that."
She adjusted her bow before taking it off inside her wardrobe, and changed back. "So, we've got time before our date. What do we do?"
"Uh, how about we just take a nap for a while?"
And we did. We lied down on her bed. Once we were both lying down, I wrapped my arms around her body and she did as well, and we cuddled for an undefined amount of time, with Minnie stroking the back of my head while we very, very quietly, exchanged loving words. After a while, we drifted off into a nap.
Sorry for the very short chapter, everybody. I was going to continue on, but I decided to skip the part. And this ending was like so CUTE. I decided to cut it here. I'm glad to go back to writing complete romance.
