𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 //𝘥.𝘸

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𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

You ever want to tell a secret you don't want to tell? I mean it happens a lot but I really don't want to tell anyone I have Mickey. I have to though, that's what I'm going to do. Plus I need Mickey to stay over at the Curtis house for the night. It was around 7:20 and I really had to get going. I had a date with Leah to get to and I know it's gonna take me a lot of time to get Mickey to come to terms with me.

         "Mickey time for bed" I said to him and he stood there not listening to me. "What the fuck did I say Mickey? I said time for bed. I don't see you in the fucking bed" I hate kids. I can't handle them they piss me off.

            "No! I don't wanna?! No!" He screamed like if I was fucking murdering him.

            "Mickey calm the fuck down?! Go to bed before you see what getting kicked in the fucking ass is like?! Got it?! I'm in not fucking mood for a a stupid tantrum, bed now?!" Aaaaand he began to cry. Great.

              I knew it was gonna take me a while to get him to get to sleep. He's usually knocked out cold at 8 so I know he's tired right now. He just doesn't want to sleep.

              "What's wrong Mickey?" I asked him in not a mean manner, i don't want him crying even more. 

          He now was screaming and crying. I sighed to myself and picked him up, sitting him on my lap as he rested his head on my chest.

                "You okay Mickey?" He kept sniffling, and like couldn't really breathe cause he was having a breakdown, for no fucking reason.

            As I held him in my arms I remembered this one time when my mom was holding me in her arms. I was crying just like he was, but I was crying cause my dad was fucking mad man that scared the hell out of me and hurt me.

             I remembered this one thing my mom told me to calm down, it always worked as a kid. Every time I was in the same position as Mickey. Screaming and crying and just not being able to function, she would tell me to blow bubbles.

             There weren't actual bubbles but they were imaginary. I'm just saying maybe if I try that it might work even if it looks stupid.

"Mickey" I said to him and made him stand in front of me.

He looked like a puppy like a really really sad puppy. His eyes were just really glossy and full of tears. He tried not to cry but he clearly couldn't keep it in.

"Do you like bubbles Mickey?" I asked him, he nodded and started coughing cause he kept not breathing like a normal person. "Okay pretend these are bubbles okay? Now all you gotta do is pretend you got the bubble stick thing dip it in the bubble water soap thing and take it out and blow bubbles." Fuck that was so difficult to say. "Can you do that Mickey?" I asked him. He nodded.

I did the honors and did it first that way he knew what he was doing.

"See blow blow the bubbles" he blew the 'bubbles' then took a deep breath in. "Now keep blowing bubbles" he smiled and kept blowing the imaginary bubbles. I mean he looked kinda rough with the puffy red eyes and the pink nose with I think they were boogers coming out of his nose probably were.

He kept giggling and blowing the bubbles. I finally did something right.

"Mick, can you go to sleep now?" I asked him and he shook his head "why not?" I asked him

"Daddy, I no want you to go" he shook his head and was gonna start crying again.

"Hey, no crying, stop crying. I ain't leaving. Why don't we go to the car and drive around a bit?" I asked him, I know it sounds kinda stupid but kids will fall asleep in cars I've seen it happen.

"Okay" he nodded and grabbed his 2 favorite toys, Captain America and Iron man. I grabbed his small back pack and blanket for him to fall asleep in the car then I got to the Curtis house and drop him off asleep then leave cause I have a fucking date to get to.

I got in my car that was new! I got a fucking car, I needed a fucking car. I was sick of using Tim's and Bucks. Plus I got a fucking kid now and he can't ride on my motorcycle.

I was gonna buy the car like earlier in the year but I needed some dough to get the car. I finally got the cash and bought it. I got a friend who sells cars gave me a good deal for it. It looks so fucking tough.

I sat down in the passenger seat cause I'm too lazy to just move my seat and then sitting him down in the back....just a lot of work.

I drove around for like 15 minutes and he was already asleep. It was around 7:57 and I had to leave. The good thing was I was driving round the Curtis neighborhood so when is stopped I was in front of the house.

I carefully got him out trying not to wake Mickey up. He rested his head on my shoulder as grabbed his back pack and toys.

Kids are a handful. This is why I hate them.

I went into the house quickly and quietly, everyone was there. Darrel, Sodapop, Steve, Two-bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. Mickey is a deep sleeper so hopefully he won't wake up to these morons.

"Did you steal a kid?" Johnny's eyes widened as I laid Mickey down on the couch. I left his toys close to him and then turned around.

"Dally please tell em you did not kidnap someone's child" Darrel looked at me like if I was insane.

"No I hate kids"

"Then why do you have one?!" He said loudly

"Be quiet, he wakes up i'm screwed, I have to. I'll be back in the morning." I started walking towards the door but Darrel stopped me.

"Who is that Dallas?" He whispered

"I'll tell you tomorrow man I got a date to get to and I'm late" I opened the door and left running to my car.

"Hey a thanks would help!" Darrel yelled Standing in the door way.

"Thanks man!" I chuckled and drove off to Dingos.

        When I got there it was 8:10, I think I was the first one to arrive cause I didn't see her anywhere. I just waited by my car smoking a cigarette.