Title: Mickey
Author: moi! (li'l roo)
Genre: A little on the humorous side
Rating: PG - tiny bit of swearing
Summary: Sydney is a new student at her school and coincidentally is paired up
with Michael Vaughn who takes on the role of her buddy. If being a new student
isnt hard enough, Sydney struggles with school stereotypes, schoolwork and
fitting in.
Before reading the chapter, it might be a good time to warn you that... I'm not a cheerleader. My knowledge of cheerleading doesn't really go on any further then the movie 'Bring It On' so I apologise in advance if I offend cheerleaders or anyone in particular at all
Also if something doesn't sound quite right about the schooling system and what not, please just smile and nod or just tell me, because I only know what it's like in Australia and it might be different else where.
“M – I – C – K – E Y – M – O – U – S – E. Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for me and you...”
“Oi Weiss! Buddy o’pal! Not cool mate!”
“What’s not cool? Us winning the game?” Weiss did a take back and stared at the closed shower door. “That was a big game you know! They were top of the table!
His friend opened the door and walked out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You tool – not that! The game was awesome. Your singing is the thing that ain’t cool. What are people going to think when they pass the showers and hear you singing about a Walt Disney character? You’re ruining our ‘tough guy’ image!”
Weiss rolled his eyes at his friend. “For your information Michael Vaughn, the 'people' wouldn’t think that. Dude, they’d know that YOU were in the showers and run over to the ventilation windows and try to see you naked.”
“What? Weiss, stop talking felgercarb.”
“Ah, I’m not mate. Look, proof.” Weiss pointed simply to the windows.
Michael turned to the windows and saw a group of girls huddled around the windows. Caught like deer in a car’s headlights, they all froze, turned red and disappeared from view.
“Poor girls,” Weiss started saying, “They’re never going to live that one down.”
“Poor girls? What about me! How long have they been there for? How do they get up there? Those windows
are like, eight fee hight! Sugar! I’m not wearing anything either!”
“Ah no worries, you’re in a towel. Some girls have said they’ve seen you in a lot less.”
“WHAT!” Michael whirled around and faced his friend. “They’ve done that before!” He gestured towards the window and to himself.
“Sure. You should be proud. You’re like dream therapy – the girls take one look at you, and they dream.” Weiss smiled. “Plus, it’s common knowledge round here with the whole looking-in-through-the-shower-windows thing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why the guys get changed so fast after swimming? The girls have exactly the same set up next door...”
“How would you know?”
“Apparently, you didn’t let me finish. Apparently the girls have exactly the same set-up next door...” Weiss looked away shamefacedly.
“Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed!” Self-conscious now, Michael hurriedly started pulling on his clothes, being careful not to let the towel droop.
“Ah mate. See that’s where you think wrong. As I say – you got it, you flaunt it.” And with that Weiss walked over to the mirror above the hand-basin and started flexing his muscles.
“Oh my god!” One of Weiss and Michael’s team mates came out of the shower. “I think I’m going to be sick!” He ran to a toilet cubicle, slammed the door and pretended to throw up.
“Oh! I know you’re just jealous!” Weiss yelled out to the closed door.
“Seriously Weiss, I wouldn’t do that.” Michael said.
Weiss made his last ‘muscle man’ pose and then pulled a shirt over his head.
“And, you didn’t answer my question either.” Michael added.
“What question was that? I’ve forgotten.”
“How do people get up that high to see in through those windows?”
“You know Lauren? The head cheerleader girl?” Upon seeing a nod from Vaughn, Weiss continued. “Well, at the try-outs, the girls have to perform these moves where ‘someone stands on someone else’ type of thing. Even if they don’t get in to the team, they have to perfect the moves for the trials. So, why waste good talent if you can use it to see Vaughn naked?”
“That doesn’t explain how you see the girls though.”
“Oh, so you wanna know about that?”
“No, I don’t. I just know you’re not co-ordinated enough to be a cheerleader or do cheerleading stunts, that's all.”
“Oh that hurt,” Weiss clutched his chest. “That hurt, that cut deep Mike.”
“Shut-up you. Are you ready yet?” Michael zipped up his bag and looked around the room once more to check if he had missed anything. “I’m going.”
“Wait a minute.” Weiss ran clumsily around the room, trying to pick up all his gear. “I’m coming!”
“See ya guys!” Michael called out to the rest of the team, still in the showers. “Good game, I’ll see you all at training next week.”
A series of grunts and ‘ok’s’ answered him.
Satisfied, Michael walked out of the change rooms with Weiss in tow, only to be greeted by cheering and applause.
“What the!” Michael asked his friend through gritted teeth.
“Hey dude! It was a big game!” Eric pointed out, and then continued to bow and curtsey, lapping up the crowd’s attention.
“You are such a loser man,” Michael said shaking his head.
“You know you love me. Besides, I’m not a loser. Well, not today anyway. We beat Ferny-Side, so I’m a winner!”
“If your nose was any higher in the air... And c’mon! Let’s just get out of here.” Michael replied, grabbing hold of his friend’s arm and yanking him – mid bow – causing him to stumble.
“Hey! That’s not cool! Please allow me my three seconds of fame!” Weiss protested.
“Weiss – you didn’t even play today. You were on the bench.”
“Minor details my friend, minor details.” Weiss bowed his head one last time, and followed his friend down the pathway created by the crowd.
‘Lo and behold, at the very end of the path, the cheerleaders were standing in position ready to perform.
“Please no!” Michael silently prayed.
“Yes please!” Weiss pleaded out loud beside him.
“Ready? OK!...”
Weiss’ prayers had been answered, as the sound system started blaring the cheerleaders signature routine music out.
“AMEN!” Weiss yelled, adding a few wolf whistles too, as the girls performed daring aero moves and flips.
Michael stood uncomfortably next to his friend, not wanting to do anything except leave.
A few minutes later the routine had finished, and the girls stood in pose, nodding to the crowd.
“Let’s go now please!” Michael pleaded and signalled to his friend.
“Wait a tick, I don’t think they’ve finished just yet.”
“Why do you think that!”
“Instinct... Plus, they watched our game today so it’s only fair that we watch them. I mean, c’mon! They do all that training and the person they do it for doesn’t even wanna watch it. That’s just not cricket!”
“That’s right dude! It’s not cricket. It’s soccer. And the cheering? That's not for me either. I’m on a TEAM. There’s no ‘I’ in team you know. And today WE won. Together. Team work. Team effort. Therefore, it’s a TEAM commendation.”
“Mike – you are the team,” Weiss simply said, shrugging his shoulders.
“So not true.” Mike rolled his eyes.
Lauren, head cheerleader relaxed out of her pose and signalled for quiet.
The crowd obeyed and loudly she announced, “And now for our newest cheer, it’s dedicated to the star striker – Michael Vaughn!”
“See! Your’re the star strike-” Weiss was interrupted by a hard punch delivered to his upper arm by Michael.
“Seriously, you are the one that scored ALL the goals – the whole six of them.”
“Only after they had been set up by everyone else. I’m going now.” Michael started to walk away.
“Shut-up and enjoy the show!” Weiss pulled his mate over to the bleachers and plonked him down.
“Ready? OK!"
The starting announcement of the new routine stirred interest from the crowd.
"Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey!"
“Oh my gosh! Why are they –“ Michael turned to his friend. “WEISS!”
“What...” His friend replied, sheepishly.
“Why are they singing the ‘Mickey Mouse Club’ theme song about that ‘little Walt Disney’ character?”
“Because they like Mickey Mouse?” Because...” Weiss’ voice faded out when he met Michael’s eyes.
“Ahem?” Michael prompted him. “Why?”
“Because your name is Mickey?”
“Who calls me Mickey, Weiss?” Michael prompted him again.
“Somlalk...” Eric mumbled.
“Sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who?” Michael asked.
“Sophia.” Eric mumbled louder.
“And who’s Sophia? Tell me Weiss.”
“Your little sister.” Eric said, staring at the ground. He was silently wishing that the ground would swallow
him up.
“And how old is Sophia, my little sister, Eric?”
“Nine...”
“And why does my nine-year old little sister called Sophia call me Mickey, Weiss?”
“Because she likes Mickey Mouse. And when she was younger your dad used to call you Mikey, and she couldn’t say that so she called you Mickey.”
“So Weiss... Why are the cheerleaders now using that song as a cheer then? How would they know?”
Weiss let out a painful breath. “I didn’t mean to tell her!”
“Her?” Michael asked, eyebrows raised.
“Lauren,” Weiss blurted out. “Head cheerleader girl. Wait a sec, I’ll take that back. HOT head cheerleader girl. She asked me if you had any nicknames and it just came out. You know what I’m like when I talk to girls, especially hot ones. I can’t control what I say!”
“I know!” Michael said knowingly. “But I still can’t believe you said that.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you will be. Trust me.”
“Ohhhhh, I’m scared.” Weiss said, pretending to tremble.
“You should be. C’mon let’s get out of here. I’ve got people to see, places to go...”
“Diner on the corner?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
And together, side by side, they walked off towards the diner.
A/N: Also with the case of my other fic, this one is posted on another site, so there's chapters that have been published there. I'm just a little unsure and also a little curious as to what people from allalias will think of 'Mickey'... So I'll wait a little to see whether I should post again. The next chapter however, contains Sydney and I'd love to post it!
Please tell me your thoughts
kirst
Author: moi! (li'l roo)
Genre: A little on the humorous side
Rating: PG - tiny bit of swearing
Summary: Sydney is a new student at her school and coincidentally is paired up
with Michael Vaughn who takes on the role of her buddy. If being a new student
isnt hard enough, Sydney struggles with school stereotypes, schoolwork and
fitting in.
Before reading the chapter, it might be a good time to warn you that... I'm not a cheerleader. My knowledge of cheerleading doesn't really go on any further then the movie 'Bring It On' so I apologise in advance if I offend cheerleaders or anyone in particular at all
Also if something doesn't sound quite right about the schooling system and what not, please just smile and nod or just tell me, because I only know what it's like in Australia and it might be different else where. Chapter 1
“M – I – C – K – E Y – M – O – U – S – E. Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for me and you...”
“Oi Weiss! Buddy o’pal! Not cool mate!”
“What’s not cool? Us winning the game?” Weiss did a take back and stared at the closed shower door. “That was a big game you know! They were top of the table!
His friend opened the door and walked out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You tool – not that! The game was awesome. Your singing is the thing that ain’t cool. What are people going to think when they pass the showers and hear you singing about a Walt Disney character? You’re ruining our ‘tough guy’ image!”
Weiss rolled his eyes at his friend. “For your information Michael Vaughn, the 'people' wouldn’t think that. Dude, they’d know that YOU were in the showers and run over to the ventilation windows and try to see you naked.”
“What? Weiss, stop talking felgercarb.”
“Ah, I’m not mate. Look, proof.” Weiss pointed simply to the windows.
Michael turned to the windows and saw a group of girls huddled around the windows. Caught like deer in a car’s headlights, they all froze, turned red and disappeared from view.
“Poor girls,” Weiss started saying, “They’re never going to live that one down.”
“Poor girls? What about me! How long have they been there for? How do they get up there? Those windows
are like, eight fee hight! Sugar! I’m not wearing anything either!”
“Ah no worries, you’re in a towel. Some girls have said they’ve seen you in a lot less.”
“WHAT!” Michael whirled around and faced his friend. “They’ve done that before!” He gestured towards the window and to himself.
“Sure. You should be proud. You’re like dream therapy – the girls take one look at you, and they dream.” Weiss smiled. “Plus, it’s common knowledge round here with the whole looking-in-through-the-shower-windows thing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why the guys get changed so fast after swimming? The girls have exactly the same set up next door...”
“How would you know?”
“Apparently, you didn’t let me finish. Apparently the girls have exactly the same set-up next door...” Weiss looked away shamefacedly.
“Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed!” Self-conscious now, Michael hurriedly started pulling on his clothes, being careful not to let the towel droop.
“Ah mate. See that’s where you think wrong. As I say – you got it, you flaunt it.” And with that Weiss walked over to the mirror above the hand-basin and started flexing his muscles.
“Oh my god!” One of Weiss and Michael’s team mates came out of the shower. “I think I’m going to be sick!” He ran to a toilet cubicle, slammed the door and pretended to throw up.
“Oh! I know you’re just jealous!” Weiss yelled out to the closed door.
“Seriously Weiss, I wouldn’t do that.” Michael said.
Weiss made his last ‘muscle man’ pose and then pulled a shirt over his head.
“And, you didn’t answer my question either.” Michael added.
“What question was that? I’ve forgotten.”
“How do people get up that high to see in through those windows?”
“You know Lauren? The head cheerleader girl?” Upon seeing a nod from Vaughn, Weiss continued. “Well, at the try-outs, the girls have to perform these moves where ‘someone stands on someone else’ type of thing. Even if they don’t get in to the team, they have to perfect the moves for the trials. So, why waste good talent if you can use it to see Vaughn naked?”
“That doesn’t explain how you see the girls though.”
“Oh, so you wanna know about that?”
“No, I don’t. I just know you’re not co-ordinated enough to be a cheerleader or do cheerleading stunts, that's all.”
“Oh that hurt,” Weiss clutched his chest. “That hurt, that cut deep Mike.”
“Shut-up you. Are you ready yet?” Michael zipped up his bag and looked around the room once more to check if he had missed anything. “I’m going.”
“Wait a minute.” Weiss ran clumsily around the room, trying to pick up all his gear. “I’m coming!”
“See ya guys!” Michael called out to the rest of the team, still in the showers. “Good game, I’ll see you all at training next week.”
A series of grunts and ‘ok’s’ answered him.
Satisfied, Michael walked out of the change rooms with Weiss in tow, only to be greeted by cheering and applause.
“What the!” Michael asked his friend through gritted teeth.
“Hey dude! It was a big game!” Eric pointed out, and then continued to bow and curtsey, lapping up the crowd’s attention.
“You are such a loser man,” Michael said shaking his head.
“You know you love me. Besides, I’m not a loser. Well, not today anyway. We beat Ferny-Side, so I’m a winner!”
“If your nose was any higher in the air... And c’mon! Let’s just get out of here.” Michael replied, grabbing hold of his friend’s arm and yanking him – mid bow – causing him to stumble.
“Hey! That’s not cool! Please allow me my three seconds of fame!” Weiss protested.
“Weiss – you didn’t even play today. You were on the bench.”
“Minor details my friend, minor details.” Weiss bowed his head one last time, and followed his friend down the pathway created by the crowd.
‘Lo and behold, at the very end of the path, the cheerleaders were standing in position ready to perform.
“Please no!” Michael silently prayed.
“Yes please!” Weiss pleaded out loud beside him.
“Ready? OK!...”
Weiss’ prayers had been answered, as the sound system started blaring the cheerleaders signature routine music out.
“AMEN!” Weiss yelled, adding a few wolf whistles too, as the girls performed daring aero moves and flips.
Michael stood uncomfortably next to his friend, not wanting to do anything except leave.
A few minutes later the routine had finished, and the girls stood in pose, nodding to the crowd.
“Let’s go now please!” Michael pleaded and signalled to his friend.
“Wait a tick, I don’t think they’ve finished just yet.”
“Why do you think that!”
“Instinct... Plus, they watched our game today so it’s only fair that we watch them. I mean, c’mon! They do all that training and the person they do it for doesn’t even wanna watch it. That’s just not cricket!”
“That’s right dude! It’s not cricket. It’s soccer. And the cheering? That's not for me either. I’m on a TEAM. There’s no ‘I’ in team you know. And today WE won. Together. Team work. Team effort. Therefore, it’s a TEAM commendation.”
“Mike – you are the team,” Weiss simply said, shrugging his shoulders.
“So not true.” Mike rolled his eyes.
Lauren, head cheerleader relaxed out of her pose and signalled for quiet.
The crowd obeyed and loudly she announced, “And now for our newest cheer, it’s dedicated to the star striker – Michael Vaughn!”
“See! Your’re the star strike-” Weiss was interrupted by a hard punch delivered to his upper arm by Michael.
“Seriously, you are the one that scored ALL the goals – the whole six of them.”
“Only after they had been set up by everyone else. I’m going now.” Michael started to walk away.
“Shut-up and enjoy the show!” Weiss pulled his mate over to the bleachers and plonked him down.
“Ready? OK!"
The starting announcement of the new routine stirred interest from the crowd.
"Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey!"
“Oh my gosh! Why are they –“ Michael turned to his friend. “WEISS!”
“What...” His friend replied, sheepishly.
“Why are they singing the ‘Mickey Mouse Club’ theme song about that ‘little Walt Disney’ character?”
“Because they like Mickey Mouse?” Because...” Weiss’ voice faded out when he met Michael’s eyes.
“Ahem?” Michael prompted him. “Why?”
“Because your name is Mickey?”
“Who calls me Mickey, Weiss?” Michael prompted him again.
“Somlalk...” Eric mumbled.
“Sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who?” Michael asked.
“Sophia.” Eric mumbled louder.
“And who’s Sophia? Tell me Weiss.”
“Your little sister.” Eric said, staring at the ground. He was silently wishing that the ground would swallow
him up.
“And how old is Sophia, my little sister, Eric?”
“Nine...”
“And why does my nine-year old little sister called Sophia call me Mickey, Weiss?”
“Because she likes Mickey Mouse. And when she was younger your dad used to call you Mikey, and she couldn’t say that so she called you Mickey.”
“So Weiss... Why are the cheerleaders now using that song as a cheer then? How would they know?”
Weiss let out a painful breath. “I didn’t mean to tell her!”
“Her?” Michael asked, eyebrows raised.
“Lauren,” Weiss blurted out. “Head cheerleader girl. Wait a sec, I’ll take that back. HOT head cheerleader girl. She asked me if you had any nicknames and it just came out. You know what I’m like when I talk to girls, especially hot ones. I can’t control what I say!”
“I know!” Michael said knowingly. “But I still can’t believe you said that.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you will be. Trust me.”
“Ohhhhh, I’m scared.” Weiss said, pretending to tremble.
“You should be. C’mon let’s get out of here. I’ve got people to see, places to go...”
“Diner on the corner?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
And together, side by side, they walked off towards the diner.
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A/N: Also with the case of my other fic, this one is posted on another site, so there's chapters that have been published there. I'm just a little unsure and also a little curious as to what people from allalias will think of 'Mickey'...
So I'll wait a little to see whether I should post again. The next chapter however, contains Sydney and I'd love to post it!Please tell me your thoughts
kirst