Disclaimer: Now own a cousin named Mikey, but he's much less amusing
Word By: Clintasha; Yellow Snow 2
It was all Mikey's fault! I was perfectly happy staying at home while the snow storm turned New York into a post card above, but no, Mike's damned cat was out of food and the stupid thing couldn't go without. So as the only one still at home, I was volunteered to go with him. Why did Mike even need an escort to the pet store? He was a big boy.
Oh right, because any time any of us leave the house ever we just have to run into trouble! I keep forgetting that part.
We had gotten the cat food and were heading home when we heard it. That kind out sound that meant something bad was going to happen but we felt obligated to go find out anyways. Yeah I really hate that noise.
We glanced around the corner, and low and behold it was some local hew ha trying to ruin the holidays by mugging some lady. So of course Mikey and I stepped up to help her out, and when we were done we instructed the woman to call nine one one and then took off running. Mike had, for reasons beyond me, kicked off his boots in the scuffle, and was now dancing around on the bitter snow in his bare toes.
We really needed to get home now, so we took off running until Mikey grabbed my arm and pulled me in the opposite direction. To late I realized that the direction we were running was the same direction that the guys back up was hiding out in.
With me still pulling Mikey forward and one guy lunging out to pull my baby brother back towards him, it was no surprise that Mike's arm came out of socket. Though I bet it did hurt, it still wasn't worth listening to the rest of the way home as we had to duck and dodge just to get back to familiar territory.
This is the prequel to chapter 144 that Clintasha also requested, is it just me or is it always Mikey's fault