••• a few months later •••

It has been 3 months since I've met the goonies, they're like my best friends I never had. Me and Mikey started getting pretty close, He calls me weird nicknames at times, which is quite cute.. and confusing. But I don't actually mind. He's Mikey for crying out loud.

Mikey was looking out his window while I was writing.

"Oh bummer... nothing ever exciting happens around here anyway." Mikey fell onto his bed, his back on my legs.

I didn't look up from my writing until Mikey grabbed my notebook. "Hey!" I said "You like to write a lot don't you?" Mikey asked, handing me back my book "yes, in fact I do." I reply setting my book onto his bed.

"you're adorable" Mikey pinched my cheeks, I felt my heart race. "n-no. But thanks anyway" I stuttered. Mikey smiles but didn't show his teeth. He was self conscious about it.

I don't get why, it was cute.

"Man.. I can't wait to get out of here!!" Mikey grabs his inhaler and pushes it down "Really?" Brand calls out "Nah.. I was just trying to delate mysel- Wait no, no... Uh dicta- dictate- dictate myself." Mikey got off the bed, "that's delude yourself dummy" Brand chuckles.

"That's what i said"

Mikey then throws his magazine on the side and runs over to brand, pushing down Brand' weights.

"Thanks brand.." I heard Mikey say, "I know how you feel wimp... I'm sure gonna miss this place too" Brand said. I stood up from Mikey's bed, placing my notebook on Mikey's nightstand.

The doorbell rang, and brand pushed the weights up including Mikey which caused him to have a hard time getting down.

and he finally got down but brand yanked his jean jacket back and threw him onto the couch.

"Adopted wuss" Brand said "adopted wuss? I ain't no adopted wuss. I'll kill you Brand!" Mikey chases after his older brother, I laughed to myself "Brothers"

I made my way downstairs also and went into the kitchen to make myself snack. I guess you could say I'm apart of the Walsh clan now.

"Hey Mikey!" I heard a somewhat deep voice say, "hey Mikey!!"

mouth

I walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch where Mikey was lying down,

"Hey guys, what's going down?" Mouth places his foot on the table, and grabs a chip from the bowl that was on the table. "Get your foot off the table mouth" Brand orders "you got it!" Mouth pointed his finger at brand, "gimme some" Mikey tried taking some of my grapes and whipped cream. I pulled it away "No, mine!" I said, Mikey gave me a pout which was so hard not to smile at. "Fine" I gave in and handed him the bowl

"Heh, always works" Mikey smiled