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I’m the lovely Mini McGuinness. My initials are M and M; because I’m the super sweetest girlie you’ll ever meet.

I'll attend the infamous Roundview College with my BFF’s. Holla if you see me yeah, I don’t bite... despite the rumours.

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cookinupafire:

mini-mouse:

Mini couldn’t help but smirk as she heard him stumbling around in the dark behind her, although she wasn’t sure whether she was glad that he was stumbling or glad that he was following her. He was calling out, something about shitting in her yard, and she shook her head and kept walking forward. She didn’t look over her shoulder, but she saw him catch up to her out of the corner of her eye when he appeared, out of breath, at her side. She glanced over and slowed her pace again, annoyed at the half of herself that wanted to keep him close. “What makes you think I wanted to be found? Why is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t want you to follow me home?”

Mini’s words stung Cook like a violent wind, even though he detected her insincerity. “And why is it so hard for you to believe that you want want me to follow you home? You know, I know I’m not the brightest cookie in the jar, but I am able to tell when someone is lying,” he retorted. He felt a wave of repressed anger surge through his body and the pace of his heart quickened. “You’re a cold bitch, Mini, just like Effy!” he shouted, anger intensifying every syllable. This outburst was random even for Cook’s sake. He just couldn’t deal with this happening to him twice. Knocking over a garbage can, he left before he had hurt her even more.

Cook stormed away, and it was a moment or so before Mini could move. What had just happened? They’d been bickering, and lying to each other, but that was just what they did… it was what they’d always done, it was their normal. She supposed it was only a matter of time before one of them got sick of it, but she hadn’t expected it to be Cook. And she’d never expected to be compared to Effy. She’d heard stories of what Effy had done to Katie, and how badly she’d broken Cook’s heart. Did he really see her like that? She stood still, watching him stagger away, long after he faded into the shadows, out of her sight, afraid that if she took a step, she’d crumble.





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cookinupafire:

mini-mouse:

“Only five?” Mini smirked. “Christ, Cookie, I can get more girls than you can.” She knew it was a low blow, but the boy needed his ego in check, and besides, he deserved it. For… well, she wasn’t sure what for, but she didn’t like him parading his hookups in her face like that, even if she had asked about them. As they kept walking, she pretended she didn’t notice him moving closer to her. She acted like she didn’t see and feel how close their hands were to touching. “Maybe it isn’t. Maybe we passed it already and I’m just wandering now, waiting for you to give up and go home.” The truth was that he’d distracted her and she’d missed the turn, so she had to loop around now. She pivoted abruptly to the right, turning down a side street, leaving him to hurry and catch up with her once again.

“If that’s the case, I’m shitting in your backyard,” Cook yelled as Mini ran ahead of him. He inhaled sharply before picking up his pace so they could continue their game of cat and mouse. No pun intended. He severely underestimated the time it took for her stiletto clad feet to strut down the cracked sidewalk and before he knew it, she was almost out of his sight. Sprinting, he finally managed to find her without drunkenly faceplanting or heading down the wrong street. “Next time you might want to give me the head start,” he breathed heavily between each word. “And one of those GPS tracking device things so that it’s easier to find you in the dark.”

Mini couldn’t help but smirk as she heard him stumbling around in the dark behind her, although she wasn’t sure whether she was glad that he was stumbling or glad that he was following her. He was calling out, something about shitting in her yard, and she shook her head and kept walking forward. She didn’t look over her shoulder, but she saw him catch up to her out of the corner of her eye when he appeared, out of breath, at her side. She glanced over and slowed her pace again, annoyed at the half of herself that wanted to keep him close. “What makes you think I wanted to be found? Why is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t want you to follow me home?”





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cookinupafire:

mini-mouse:

Cook mentioned Mini’s speedwalking and she slowed down a tiny bit. She’d been trying to get away from him, but she should have known by now that that was impossible. She’d been trying for ages, and he kept showing up everywhere she went. As annoying as it was, somewhere inside she knew that the relief she’d felt upon noticing it was him was more than just because he wasn’t a murderer. “Sorry darling,” she replied, falling into step beside him, “I forgot your stumpy little legs had such trouble keeping up with me.” The alcohol on his breath and the woodsy musk he always seemed to have mixed together into the signature scent that she didn’t want to admit she’d missed. “So how many drunk skanks did you hook up with tonight?” she asked casually.

“Four, maybe five.” Cook lied. “They were all over me. You know how women just can’t get enough of the Cookie Monster,” he lied again. Okay, maybe the latter was true. Women did love Cook, but not the one’s that he actually cared about. His spitfire of lies was only initiated so that an inkling of jealously could come through, even though he knew that Mini did an exceptional job of dissembling her true feelings. Moving closer, he tried to catch a whiff of perfume. It was delicately floral with a hint of cinnamon for spice, oddly fitting  to her personality. He felt as though they were walking forever, heading towards a destination farther than the desired one. “So, um, I didn’t know your house was in East Jesus Nowhere.”

"Only five?" Mini smirked. "Christ, Cookie, I can get more girls than you can." She knew it was a low blow, but the boy needed his ego in check, and besides, he deserved it. For… well, she wasn’t sure what for, but she didn’t like him parading his hookups in her face like that, even if she had asked about them. As they kept walking, she pretended she didn’t notice him moving closer to her. She acted like she didn’t see and feel how close their hands were to touching. "Maybe it isn’t. Maybe we passed it already and I’m just wandering now, waiting for you to give up and go home." The truth was that he’d distracted her and she’d missed the turn, so she had to loop around now. She pivoted abruptly to the right, turning down a side street, leaving him to hurry and catch up with her once again.




cookinupafire:

mini-mouse:

She felt his presence before she saw him. She didn’t know it was him, of course, but she could tell that she was being followed, and she held onto her cell phone as though she were a child and it were her mother’s hand. Not that her mother ever held her hand as a child, but she assumed that’s what other children did. Her instinct told her to speed up her pace, and get home as fast as possible, but something else told her to slow down, and to look behind her. It took a moment for her to gather up the courage to do so, but after a deep inhale, she spun around, her thumb at the ready to dial for the police. Her exhale came as a half-relieved, half-frustrated sigh when she noticed it was only Cook. “Good evening, Cookie. Following me home, are you?”

“Couldn’t stay away from you for too long, love,” Cook explained with a slightly sarcastic undertone. It was almost as though the two were magnets- two opposites drawn together by an inexplicable, unseen force and where one went, the other managed to find themselves. Yet, there seemed to be something getting in the way.  He noticed that even as hard as he tried, they did not walk in sync, Mini always ahead by a couple steps. “You got fucking rocket boosters on your shoes or some shit, Mouse? I don’t see how you can walk so fast in those spiky things?” he questioned, gesturing to her feet.

Cook mentioned Mini’s speedwalking and she slowed down a tiny bit. She’d been trying to get away from him, but she should have known by now that that was impossible. She’d been trying for ages, and he kept showing up everywhere she went. As annoying as it was, somewhere inside she knew that the relief she’d felt upon noticing it was him was more than just because he wasn’t a murderer. “Sorry darling,” she replied, falling into step beside him, “I forgot your stumpy little legs had such trouble keeping up with me.” The alcohol on his breath and the woodsy musk he always seemed to have mixed together into the signature scent that she didn’t want to admit she’d missed. “So how many drunk skanks did you hook up with tonight?” she asked casually.




cookinupafire:

mini-mouse:

It’s an odd feeling to be walking down a quiet street at night. One can never be sure if shadows are really shadows, or if they only seem to be. Mini walked home from Katie’s house on such a street, the only noises for what seemed like miles being made by the clicking of her stilettos on the pavement. She and Katie had been blasting music and laughing and gossiping for what had felt like ages, and the silence now in contrast to that was disconcerting. Mini reached into her pocket for her cell phone, taking it out and holding it in her hand. You know… just in case.

Cook, buzzed from a night of binge drinking, failed hookup attempts, and intense, uncoordinated hip gyrations, made his way out of the club for a smoke and paused when he saw a tall blonde walking in his direction. The way the moon cast a buttery glow on her hair was all too familiar and after a brief moment of thinking he realized it was Mini. “Fucking hell, I should have brought my leaf costume,he muttered to himself. He didn’t know why they were always thrown together in these kind of unexpected situations, but the unknown was something that he didn’t really dwell on. His thoughts were cut short when the rhythmic tapping of her heels on the pavement drew more pronounced. As the proverbial fox, he slyly followed close behind her, knowing it would lead him out of the metaphorical forest. 

She felt his presence before she saw him. She didn’t know it was him, of course, but she could tell that she was being followed, and she held onto her cell phone as though she were a child and it were her mother’s hand. Not that her mother ever held her hand as a child, but she assumed that’s what other children did. Her instinct told her to speed up her pace, and get home as fast as possible, but something else told her to slow down, and to look behind her. It took a moment for her to gather up the courage to do so, but after a deep inhale, she spun around, her thumb at the ready to dial for the police. Her exhale came as a half-relieved, half-frustrated sigh when she noticed it was only Cook. “Good evening, Cookie. Following me home, are you?”




It’s an odd feeling to be walking down a quiet street at night. One can never be sure if shadows are really shadows, or if they only seem to be. Mini walked home from Katie’s house on such a street, the only noises for what seemed like miles being made by the clicking of her stilettos on the pavement. She and Katie had been blasting music and laughing and gossiping for what had felt like ages, and the silence now in contrast to that was disconcerting. Mini reached into her pocket for her cell phone, taking it out and holding it in her hand. You know… just in case.






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