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So, let's get this started.

Be warned this one is a little rated M...kind of not entirely. But I'm also letting you guys know who I ship in this one. Will it be Beck X Mickie or Mikey X Mickie? Read and see.

With out further a do, let's make it do what it do-

-Mickie-

I healed like I was told to. I stayed at the Complex and took care of my pregnant future grandmother. She was nice to me, but damn did she get violent when it came to Old Man. It was kind of like 2050's Buttercup and Butch, just younger and one was pregnant. A few months had passes, and I had fought Micheal when he started causing havoc, but it wasn't like a war anymore. BC was now in her sixth month but she wasn't even showing.

We were at school and I was sitting on the bathroom counter top waiting on BC. She had gotten sick and I was in charge of keeping an eye on her. Us greens stick together no matter the circumstances. I just played with the fringes on the holes in the jeans and popped my gum occasionally. I went pretty simple today. Ripped jeans, green long sleeve crop, and my black timberland boots. I had recently gone and gotten a tattoo...with Butch's approval of course. An arrow with "The Bronze" written in cursive in the middle of the arrow. I was tracing it when BC finally got out of the stale.

"I still can't believe Butch let you get that." She snarled as I handed her toothbrush to her.

"I like it." I shrugged.

"I hope so. It's permanently on your body now." She growled and then went to brushing the puke smell away.

After that I handed her over to Boomer, who had class with her and Bubbles next. I headed to Auto after that. I had to change quickly and start on the Impala. I was elbow dead in the engine when someone tapped on my back. I was covered in grease and car grim when I turned around. Thank God I decided to wear my hair up today.

The person who had interrupted my work was none other than puffy-pigtails-Princess. Her golden lace top was ruffled on the chest and long sleeved, her skirt was poofy and black, and her shoes were six inches tall and ankle breaking. I raised a brow as I looked at her. What the hell was she doing in here.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a confused tone.

"You're Mickie Wyatt right? Like Butch Wyatt's little sister?" Her nose scrunched as she looked over my oil covered jumper and grease stained wife beater.

"You could say that." I raised a brow and started wiping my the grease from my hands.

"Are you or aren't you?" She snapped.

"If you have to put a label on me then yes." I snapped back. "Why?"

"Well, you are being invited to the best eighteenth birthday party of this century." Boy, did she sound like Prince...Royal and Duke were too young to talk to sound like that. "It's uh, formal attire only."

"Ok, and I care because?" I looked at the white and gold envelope.

"It's a Morebucks party!" She snapped.

"And I live in a constant party." I rolled my eyes. "But, I'll think about showing up to your get together." I smirked and took the envelope.

She stormed off and I was happy with my life. Butch and to boys came up, pretty similar looking to me with confused looks on their faces. Butch took the envelope and popped his gum.

"Huh. Morebucks is throwing a birthday bash." He said and wiped his nose.

"You going?" Brick asked.

"No." I shook my head and grinned. "We're crashing."

-Mickie-

"Oh, come on!" I cried.

Bubbles had forced me into a dress, which was freaking skin tight! It was black and strapless and stopped only inches away from my ass. The wedges she had me in were at least four inches and dark green. She had my hair done in what she called "Sexy messy tousled" hair. She had put liquid eyeliner, shimmery eye shadow, thick fake lashes, and bright red lipstick on me. She "contoured" my face and now I looked like some celebrity in some music video about sex.

Blossom and Bubbles and BC got to wear simple dresses and flats (or combats in BC's case). They all wore their hair different but simple, and they all wore littler makeup. And the used being Pregnant as an excuse!

Butch and the boys all wore nice pants, button ups in their colors, nice shoes, and did their hair nice. Beck's red hair was cut and had product to make it look curly. Rory's hair was shaved on the sides and had styles with the longer parts. Boomer was styles pretty similar to Rory's. Butch had gelled his bangs up and styles rock-n-rollish. Brick pulled his back in a ponytail.

I was the only one put through hell for this and it's because I was the one 'properly' invited.

We drove there for obvious reasons and then I was forced into that freaking castle of a house. I'd so rather be working on my car or beating Micheal's ass than be here and doing this, but I had forced myself to suck it up and just do it. I went straight for the alcohol and avoided the dance floor and other people. I downed four or five shots before demanding a beer from the bartender. I felt a hand touch my inner knee and trail all the way up to my ass before the hand squeezed it and then trailed over to my waist.

"Looking good, counterpart." Micheal's hushed voice ringed in my ear.

I spun around and pushed him back. I felt violated and ready to kill. I hated dressing like this and I was happy no one recognized me, but of course this douche would. I'm his other half...of course he did.

"Back off, prick!" I growled as he circled me, his eyes glued to me.

"You are looking very very sex worthy right now, love." He grinned.

"Don't call me that!" I snarled. "What are you doing here?"

"Princess invited us." He shrugged. "Told us she had a surprise." His eyes widened for a second to mock me.

"What surprise?" I crossed my arms and cocked my hip...which I regretted when he licked his lips.

"She called it her present to herself." He muttered. "Damn, you're looking delicious."

"Where's Princess?" I snapped, looking around.

"I'm right here, silly." She squeaked.

"What's this birthday surprise, Princess?" I snapped.

"Oh, well, you don't have to wait long to find out." She smiled. "It's about to happen."

"What is it?" I growled. Micheal had attached himself to me. His hands on my hips and his chest on my back.

"A dance." She rolled her eyes.

"A dance? That's it? You invited us to this thing for a dance?" I was confused.

"Well, I saw you and carrot-top at Mat Teayoda's party. And well, he wasn't that great, but you were very good." She smirked. "And this nice little piece of meat is you equal, right?" She said and ran a hand down Micheal's bicep.

"What has that got to do with any of this?" I snapped.

"Well, I figure if you can be that sexual while dancing, then your counterpart can be just as fun to watch." She licked her lips. "And every good party needs at least one really good sexual dance."

"And you want us to...Oh hell no!" I snapped and ripped myself away from Micheal.

"If you don't I'll tell everyone that you're just kids from the 'future'." She shrugged.

"No one will believe you." I growled.

"Oh, but they will. They all have their suspicions as it is." She was so giddy it pissed me off.

"Ms. Morebucks, it's time." A man said.

"Now, there are some clothes waiting for the two of you upstairs. You can either change into them and start dancing down here when I say, or your little secret can be spilled. It's up to you, Mickie." Princess smiled triumphantly and walked off.

I couldn't let my secret out. That might be extremely bad for me and the other two. So I followed MHe was dressed very nicely I had to admit. He had very nice pants on and a shamrock green button up with a nice black blazer on top. He looked very fuckable...not that I'd admit that to anyone else.

We quickly changed into our outfits which were a dead freaking give away of the song we were to dance to. I had the shortest pair of cut off denim shorts I'd ever seen, a black loose crop with rips in it, and black timberland boots. We were dancing to Work From Home by Fifth Harmony. Micheal came out in a black wife beater that hugged his muscular chest, jeans with rips, and matching timberland boots. We were Princess's sexy barbie and ken except we'd scare barbie and ken.

We walked out to the dance floor and took our places in the middle of the dance floor. Micheal put his hand on my hip and I looked to the side, making my hair cover my face. Princess made the announcement about the song change and then it started.

I snapped my fingers for the beginning and the dropped low and turned to face Micheal. I pounded my fist against his chest until he took his arm snaked up my back and arched me back to dip and threw me back and draped his arm over my back and popped in unison. I walked away and then dropped in front of another guy. Micheal came up behind me and pulled me back and then ran his hand ran up my chest until I grabbed it and twirled under it and popped my hips to the lyrics. You don't gotta go to work, work,work, work, work, work, work, work. But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work. You don't gotta go to work, work,work, work, work, work, work, work. Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work. His hands grabbed my waist and twirled me around to face him and then he picked me up and wrapped my leggs around his waist before I let my torso drop down and let his hand go up my side. He picked me up and placed me back on the ground and I dipped down and piveted my leg. Micheal snaked his arm around my neck and lifted me back by my neck. He body waved his body down ontop of me and popped me up and flipped us around. I stood up and slowly dropped and popped back up. I body rolled over and snaked my body as he joined me. We popped and grinded to the music's lyrics until He turned me to face him and ran his hand down my side. He dipped down low to trail all the way down my leg and I circled my hips and snaked my torso. He came back up and lifted me up by my hips and then turned me around. I dropped down and went through his legs until I was standing behind him. I drapped my hands over his chest and started popping and jerking his shirt to the lyrics to the song again. Things were heating up between us through the dance and mentally. By the end I was in front of him, his hands in my hair and on my hip. My hands we on his chest and we were looking right at one another.

Everyone was looking at us which was normal and then started clapping. I bowed and Micheal saluted. We continued for a minute and then Princess thanked us and started the next song. Princess met us by the stairs and gave us a big evil grin and a not very sincere thank you, but I was too wound up and ready to jump Micheal that I didn't care. We went back up the stairs to change, but he didn't go into the room he was in originally to change in.

He pushed me up against the door and jammed his lips against mine. Beck could kiss, but damn did Micheal know how to make a girl feel IT. I gripped onto his shit and pulled him closer. I needed him closer to me. My clothes, his clothes were in the way. I needed him on me, closer to me. I didn't break the kiss, but I opened the door from behind me and the pushed him against it when he shut it. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Off." I muttered against his lips. "Clothes. Off." I demanded. I pulled at the hime of his shirt and tore the damn thing off. It wasn't our clothes anyways. He smashed me up against the wall and then ripped my shirt off.

The whole next two hours were screams, moans, pleasure, clawing, roughness, and lets just say I wasn't walking the next couple days.

-Micheal-

She was good. Like so good. Curved, tight, sexy. I was supposed to fight this girl and I did over and over, but damn did she finally get to me. I did her like there was no tomorrow and she wasn't walking for the next couple days if you get where I'm going with that. I had claw marks all up and down my back and legs, bit marks all over my shoulders, and the urge-no the need for her again.

She got dressed quickly and tried to walk back downstairs, but she damn near busted every time, so I flew her home. She gave some bullshit excuse to her friends when they got back, and then told everyone she was sick the next day. I told Blayze and Roami it was none of their fucking business and then left it at that. Good guys put too much effort into their lies.

I tried to fight her weeks after that, but we ended up doing exactly what we had done before. This started happening more and more, and I had no complaints. That girl knew how to make me pleased, satisfied, and wanting more. She was my equal after all...