Heyy party people, what's up? Mickie and Mikey's love affair perhaps? I mean can we talk about that? Like wow, that escalated so quickly and blind hatred turned into a full on love blooming secret affair. How's Beck going to handle the news? Can Mickie keep this a secret for long? Can BC and Butch help her and try to comfort her?
So, without further a do, let's make it do what it do-
-Mickie-
"I can't believe I'm doing this." I sighed.
Currently, I was curled up next to Micheal in one of the old rusty beat up cars that cluttered the local dump site. The air was fresh and cool, the stars shined brightly and beautiful, and the night sky was the perfect blackening blue shade. I wanted to just stay here forever and never leave Micheal's warm arms. It was times like these that I totally understood what BC had told me all those years about blind hatred being suppressed passion you had no idea was even inside you. She felt this exact emotion with Old Man when it all began, and to think I'm feeling it at the literal same time as her.
For those of you just popping into this freaky story that is my current life, I am Mickeal "Mickie" Rae Wyatt-daughter of Joey and Wesley Wyatt, and granddaughter of Butch and Buttercup Wyatt. Up until several months ago I lived on the top two floors of a complex owned by the Rowdyruff boys and their families. I was living it up with all the greasy food I could eat, my wonderfully and deadly black German-wolf hybrid Saber and I were causing mayhem everywhere we went, and I was totally freaking royalty in my Old Man's (that's what I call my grandfather) boxing gym The Ring. And I can't forget to tell you about my two best friends, Beck Nichols and Rory Diamond. They're the grandson's to the Reds and the Blues, but they're totally awesome...you know, besides their sickly sweet blueness and their annoying bossy redness. Well, several months ago we were going about our morning in the usual way, but we were kidnapped and sent back decades back into the past...like 2015 (we're from 2050). Our counterparts entered our lives for the first time and Micheal and I had a full on every day blood bath war for two months until I was forced to stop for my own health and for the health of everyone around me. But now, after a Morebucks party I ended up hooking up with my barbaric counterpart Micheal.
So, that's where we are right now.
I laid in Micheal's arms, playing with his palm, thinking about everything...mostly him. Not a lot of people in this world know what us Green X-kids go through. We are the bronze for brains, the muscle, the soldiers, the good little warriors, and the brutes. Beck and Rory don't get it. They're the brains and the laughter, I'm the fighter, the shield. No one cares how I feel. No one expects me to feel actually. Sometimes it's like people think I'm a brainless robot who does as told. Everyone thinks I'm a ticking time-bomb about to go off. But not Micheal. He gets it. He lives it. And I love that about him.
"I don't want to leave." I sighed and looked up to see those amazing Shamrock green eyes. He was looking off into space like he always is, his face at total peace, his hair softly being ruffled by the wind. I enjoyed seeing him like this. I only get to see it when we're here. When we fight in public he's always angered, frowning, and grunting. Never at peace like he is here.
"Neither do I." He sighed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "But, we have to." He opened his amazing green eyes and pressed his lips on the top of my head.
"Can we just stay here until morning?" I begged, knowing what the answer was going to be ultimately.
"Mickie-"
"I know. We have to go back before anyone wakes up." I sighed and sat up. "I just really wish I didn't have to." I started to take his big comfy black jumper off. I peeled the lovely fabric from my skin and handed it back to him. I wanted to keep it, but I know Butch and BC know every piece of my clothing and would question me about where I had gotten the new article.
"It's not going to be forever, Mickeal." He smirked and lifted my chin up. "I promise." He pressed his soft lips against mine for a sweet kiss. When we parted I buried my face in his neck and hugged him tightly.
"I'll miss you." I sighed.
"Not as much as I will." He whispered and then let me go.
I flew all the way home and straight through my opened window. I dropped on the bed and just peeled my tight ass jeans off before snuggling down in my cozy bed. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep shortly after.
-Beck-
"Don't mess with me, Blayze." I growled as I sat in the back of the library reading.
Lately Blayze, my annoying counterpart, has started following me and purposely getting into my personal space. She always lend on my shoulder, reading what I was, and saying extremely inappropriate and vulgar things. It was seriously annoying when wore practically nothing...like today. She had the most shredded shirt I'd ever seen and the tightest black spandex shorts. Her cherry scented hair fell over me in orangey-red waves and her bright red lips were pressed close to my ear as she read silently to herself.
"I'm not in the mood for this today." I seethed and tried hard to concentrate on my book.
"But I want to play, Red." She mockingly whined and then trailed a dark pink nail up and down my neck.
"Blayze-"
"I love it when you say my name all mad." She chuckled. "Relax there bug brains, no one's getting their kink on in the library...today."
"Then why are you here?" I snapped and looked up at her through the corner of my eye.
"I just wanted to know if you've seen Micheal around." She rolled her eyes. "He's been acting all weird lately, and he wasn't in his last class."
"So? He's a green...he never goes to class." I scoffed.
"It was Phys. Ed." She snapped.
I looked up. Mr. Muscle-Head missed his daily work out? That was odd. I mean, sure it was already odd that the three most dangerous villains started attending high school, but that's whatever. But Mr. Bronze missed his beat up time? That was even weirder.
"Look, Micheal isn't my problem. He's your muscle head, you deal with it." I rolled my eyes and went back to my book.
"Roami said Mickeal was missing from her auto-shop." She snapped.
"How would Roami know that?" I slapped my book shut.
"She has all her little secret hook ups there, duh!" Blayze rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her phone.
"She probably just went to the bathroom, Blayze." I groaned. Why was I even acknowledging this?
"Nope. Roami says she's been waiting like twenty minutes and there's been no return." Blayze sighed and played with a strand of her hair. "Looks like you don't know your soldier very well there, Leader Boy."
"And where's Micheal again?" I snapped back-which thankfully shut her up. "I'm sure Mickie's doing something important right now, and your little spy has got her shit wrong."
-Mickie-
His lips were fucking amazing. Sneaking around with Micheal during Auto was a big stretch, but it's totally worth it! I hadn't changed from my shop clothes, but neither had Micheal. We were macking it out behind the Auto-Shop building, praying to God that no one would stumble around and catch us.
"I've got to get back to Shop soon." Micheal muttered against my lips.
"Mm-hm" I shook my head and pressed harder against him.
I knew damn well he really did have to go back soon, but I couldn't help it. The more time I got with him the fucking better. I mean, in a few hours our leaders could order us to start a blood bath in the middle of town...it was extremely possible considering we did every couple days. I just wanted this time with him.
"Mickie, we've got to get back." He muttered and pushed off.
"Right now?" I groaned.
"Yes." He sighed. He kissed the top of my head and zoomed off. I just walked in through the back, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and went back to work on my precious Impala. Working on her always got my mind of things.
The end of the day had finally come and guess what. Red and Pinkie decided to have a freaking brawl. High in the air we all stood in silence as the storm rolled in. Thunder was striking, rain was starting to fall, and it was dark. All of our eyes glowed bright in the darkness. I was snarling the best I could...I mean I didn't want to beat the shit out of anyone today.
"Mickie," I heard Beck.
"Red, do you really think this is necessary today?" I pleaded.
"Mickie," He said harsher. "Lightning Strike." He demanded.
Sighing heavily, I flew a few more inches in front of the boys and put my hands flat and palm-up. I closed my eyes and drawled lightning and pure energy towards me. Lightning hit, engulfing me in it's white hot energy. It was a rush to have that many bolts running through my veins, but the down fall was I'd have to aim it for Micheal. I could feel my teeth buzzing, could taste metal, felt my whole body pulse. When I hit my most high I aim it out of my hands and straight for the other three. They all were engulfed in dark green electricity, screaming in the most deafening pain. Just then Rory hit them with his sharp, flesh cutting winds, and Beck added skin bubbling fire. All I heard was Micheal's scream and I tuned out. I didn't even hear Rory and Beck screaming at me when the surprising lightning hit me. I didn't even feel my own body hit the ground hundreds of feet below where I was.
"Mickie, stay with us!" Rory called, I felt my hand being grabbed. Then I heard a scream and a thud. And then another.
Rory, Beck, and Myself had been taken out by my own power. My eyes were definitely closed, but I saw a bright light. And then I heard voices, but not just any voices. I heard my families voices, calling for me. I saw Old Man and BC's faces come into view and the Mom and Dad's. They were crying. Why were they crying?
"It's time to go back to your own time, kids." I turned around, now knowingly hand-in-hand with Rory and Beck.
There, behind us, stood everyone. Blossom, Brick, Boomer, Bubbles...Butch and Buttercup. Small infants were in their arms, sleeping soundlessly. I felt tears streaking down my face as Buttercup and Butch step in front of me, smiles on both their faces.
"I can't tell you how amazing it was to get to know you like this, Mickeal." Buttercup said, arms holding my infant father.
"I'm excited to get to know my kick ass granddaughter in the future." Butch said and hugged me.
"We love you, Mickie." They said and then faded.
"No! Don't go!" I screamed, but they were gone. I stood, now alone in bright white, tears streaking down my face. "I love you too." I whispered.
Suddenly the bright white space slowly became my room. Like my for real room. The same way it had been in 2050. The same black and green walls. The same decor and musky yet sweet smell that had always seemed to fill my home. My black door even had the same scribbles on it that Beck, Rory, and even myself had put on there after our first rescuing as a team. I was back.
-Butch 'Old Man'-
I had been forced from Mickie's room. Brick and Boomer had forced me into a shower and clean clothes a few short hours ago. Now, Boomer was trying to force food down my throat and Brick was trying to talk me out of my camotose state with sports reviews.
Sports Reviews...I used to watch those every morning with Mickie. The last time I saw here we were sitting on the couch watch the Football sports reviews. The Packers had beat the Cowboys. The day the school called us and told us what had happened I nearly had a heart attack. My worst nightmare had come true and it had been months since.
Saber was sitting at my feet, whining as always. That dog was just as sad as any of us. You could see it in his face. He stayed with me most days, but sometimes he went and laid with BC in our room. She hadn't gotten up in just as long as I've been sitting in Mickie's room just staring off, hoping that maybe that's bring her back.
Suddenly, Saber shot up, nose in the air. I looked down at him, straight faced and dead inside. He looked at me with his wide green eyes, and then back up stairs. He pawed at my foot, but I didn't move. He then suddenly took off upstairs, and I just went back to letting Boomer force feed me.
"Saber! I missed you boy." I heard and snapped to. I stood up and looked up at the upstairs railing.
"Say something else. Please, say something else." I whispered to myself, hoping it wasn't another illusion.
"Where's the Old Man at boy?" I heard her again. I took off, zooming upstairs and to her room. I forced the door open, and there squatting in the middle of her room was Mickie petting Saber's hair down. He was licking her face and cuddling up next to her.
"Mickie?" I croaked.
"Hey, Old Man." She looked up and smiled. "Miss me?" She stood up and cocked her head to the side like she always did.
"You're back!" I yelled and pulled her into me. I cried like I had never cried before. My little girl was back. My mini me had come back to me. I was so happy I couldn't tell you what it felt like.
"Good." She said softly. "Because I missed you too." She wrapped her arms around my back and buried her face into my chest.
"BC!" I yelled. "Buttercup, get in here!" I cried out. "Buttercup, she's back!"
"Mickie?" I head my wife's soft voice call.
Mickie peeled herself from me and looked at her grandmother. "Hey, BC. Didcha give Old Man a hard time for me while I was gone?" She smiled and cocked her head to the side again.
"Mickie!" BC cried and pulled Mickie towards her.
"I gave him a hard time for you when you were gone." Mickie sighed and hugged her grandmother.
The whole scene was freaking oscar worthy, I'm tell you. Afterwards, Mickie sat us down and told us everything. She told us about meeting her counterpart, being sent back to 2015, meeting us at such young ages, even having a blood war with her counterpart Micheal. She even told us about her feeling and secret affair with him, which we totally understood. I mean, we're Butch and Buttercup. No one would if we didn't. She even told us how she got back. By the end of it we were all sobered up from our cry fest and back to normal...until Joey and Wesley came running in.
"Honey?" Joey, Mickie's lovely mother, was crying. Her grey eyes hopeful and desperate to be happy.
"Hi Mom. Hey Dad." Mickie stood up and let them pull her into her third hug of the day.
We were just all glad to have our kids back. Rory and Beck had come back and Brick and Blossom and Bubbles and Boomer couldn't have been happier. And their parents too. Our Rowdies were back and we weren't going to let History repeat itself.
Well guys...that's it for this story. Let me know how you liked it. and Tell me what your favroite part was. And if you have any questions just PM me. Kay? See you guys in our next adventure.
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Peace out girl scouts-