Super short guys. But, it's just a fun chapter involving Mike's hypo kookie side. :) I'm pretty much down with making his character as awesome as possible and I imagine his cartoon being framed by in the future by himself as proof to why he should be Puck's bestman. Not that I'm promising a wedding for Puckleberry. ;) LOL. But, anyways... hope you guys enjoy it; regardless of the short-ness. Still no Rachel. She'll be making her comeback next chapter. I promise.
Mike drew another doodle on the scrap piece of lined paper. His tongue sticking out of his lips as he concentrated. Before, he made a triumphant "Uh huh." Sound and lifted his pencil in the hair with a grin. As if a light bulb had went off in his mind. Puck sat on the couch, channel surfing; a look of boredom his face. They had been sitting around the house for past few hours, Mike having insisted that he'd come up with a kickass idea of way Puck could prove his love to Rachel. Puck cocked a brow and sighed, turning to his gaze to him. "What do you have this time?" he mutters, rolling his eyes. Mike jumped up so he was sitting straighter and shoved the piece of paper into Puck's view. On it, Puck could make out a seriously half ass drawn cartoon with stick figure characters he assumed were himself, Rachel and the tall one was Finn.
"What the fuck is that?" he questioned, giving his friend a dumbfounded look. Mike sent him a glare, before pointing to the first box with the end of his pencil. "This is you and me driving to New York. We're singing awesome tunes." He smiled widely. Puck frowned. "Get to the actual plan, idiot." He grumbled, shaking his head. "Right. Then, we arrive at Rachel and Finn's house. I being ninja like go and kidnap Finn claiming we haven't hung out in forever and I thought I'd take his sorry ass paint balling. It will cause pain." He added at the end and smiled. "And, here Finn and I paint balling. He's the one of the ground." He pointed at the box and nodded. Before, moving on.
"Then, you go to pay Rachel a visit, who by knowing Rachel Berry will be sitting around planning her wedding. You knock on the door, and again knowing Rachel she'll probably close it in your face. You knock again, 'cause you're a persistent guy. Once, she opens the door. You fall to your knees, take a hold of her hand firmly but not too tight. And, tell her how much you love her and yadda yadda yadda. Then, Rachel will return your feelings. You'll go bouncy, bouncy under the covers while I still stall with Finn by going to go buy him pie. Apple to be specific. Then, I'll bring Finn home and Quinn with arrive. Considering I would have called her to meet him there with a crazy excuse like… Finn and Rachel are holding a party. Then, Finn and Quinn with grace in whatever love they've got going on and Finn and Rachel will silently break up. Considering they've found their own true loves being you and Quinn. So, no one's mad. I'll chill in the car and bob my head awesomely to some music and wait for everything to set out nicely. Then, I'll drive Finn and Quinn home. And, I'll leave you to continue with your loving up of Rachel. Resulting in, you and Rachel getting married in the near further and me being your best man. No pressure. Then we all live happily ever after." He said taking a deep breath and nodding as he pointed to the last box which was a picture of a guy with a thumbs up Puck assumed was Mike.
Puck couldn't help but let out a laugh. "That's your brilliant idea? I could've come up with that one Einstein." He mumbles with a roll of his eyes. Mike sends him a glare. "You could've… But you didn't. Plus, I have a cool cartoon to go with my idea. What do you have? Nothing. Now, work on your speech of love to Rachel. While I got take a shower and get ready for our really long road trip. Woo hoo. This is gonna be awesome!" he said excitedly and smiled. Before, heading upstairs.
Puck picked up the cartoon sketch Mike had made and chuckled as he examined it closer. His eyes continuing to return to the picture of Rachel and him getting their pucking on. Awesome.
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