prodigal son

given his general attitude, it wasn’t hard to believe that louie had trouble connecting. first meetings were always rough, he came off as a dickhead most of the time, or was just too tired to deal with them, or used them to make a quick buck. this was different, this was clicking immediately, falling into step like they’d known each other for years “probably not. school’s pointless anyway.” if louie was being honest, he’d say he picked up on things quite easily, that he was something of a math whiz, especially when it came to money. he kept that in though. bragging only worked when it was cool shit “good, so you haven’t met em. you lucked up with me.” he shrugged “i’m a, uh, triplet. my brother’s have rhyming names with me, whole cheesy thing.”

it was fate that they would meet eventually, their familial connection would’ve led them to each other one day. lucky for them they were meeting sooner than that would have it, but if they were even luckier they would’ve met much earlier on. “exactly. like i’m doing fine right now, i don’t know how school will help, but whatever.” he knew he wasn’t going to put much effort in, he didn’t need to, he was already successful outside of this. “a triplet? there’s too more of you? a man doesn’t stand a chance with three hotties running around snatching all the girls then.” he knew he still would, he was mickey mouse after all, but he liked to flatter the boy.

although they were walking at such a good pace and all, abigail had to stop on her feet as sharply as a paper cut with mickey giving such statement “vanilla is a classic?” she chuckled, her head shaking a little amidst giggle. “strawberry is the most classic flavor! and the best. and my favorite.”  she proceeded to admit and resume their way. “i mean, but to each their own.”

mickey couldn’t help his furrowed brows and laugh at the severity his comment seemed to have on her. “vanilla is the most classic ice cream and milkshake flavor. ask anyone and they’d agree with me. then it goes chocolate then strawberry, it’s like milkshake law. you can’t refute it.” he had never liked strawberry, but she seemed totally the type that would.

“damn my fan mail is getting pretty fuckin weird.”

“he’s into weird things. he’s gonna ruin the comedy.” the comments were getting to him, and hell was eating up every second of it. there was a sick need for her to hurt at times, make a person feel just as shitty as she usually felt. it wasn’t right, she knew this, and she knew that she wouldn’t be in so much shit if she just had some fucking compassion, but it was too much fun to let go. especially now, recalling his annoyingly innocent looking face, she wanted nothing more than to hurt him “it must be a family trait.” the act was dropped now, along with her smile. she brought a lacy gloved hand up to his face, giving his nose a light tap as she spoke, all amusement gone from her voice “i love a good freakshow, disney. the gig didn’t hurt. not to mention, it’s fun to have a weepy little bitch around from time to time. really helps the ego.” she didn’t mean a word of it, but hell prayed he didn’t know that. she’d have to work extra hard to reclaim all the pride she lost when he left, and if that meant kicking him until he was spitting up blood, then so be it “that answer enough for you?”

“yeah, i heard a rumor he’s fucked a horse, so he might not be the best face to put on a poster. it’ll hurt your rep a lot if you have a horse fucker.” he really couldn’t tell what was real or fake about her family, they themselves telling him crazy stories in an attempt to scare him, but some of them were a little too believable for his comfort. he had lived his entire life in a safe bubble, the only scary things he had been through were in scripts he had to act out, so he couldn’t understand that in their real lives they were living actual horrors. he furrowed his brows at her short but cutting remark. “what’s that supposed to mean?” feeling her touch once more, even with a glove between the two, a perfect metaphor for what their entire relationship had been, made him subconsciously lean into it. he missed her touch, the warmth of her hand on his skin, caring and cruel all at once. he couldn’t take her words seriously though, because he knew better, he knew it was all bullshit. she was trying to save face, but he saw right through it, the same way he saw the look of heartbreak when he left her all those months ago. “i’m not as dumb as you think, hell, you can’t trick me.” he’s been an actor his entire life, he knew when to spot a fake, and while she was good she wasn’t as good as him. 

if anyone was going to be lou’s first friend, why not an entire celebrity? from what he knew, his family did have some ties to the disney family, so maybe they would’ve met anyway. sounded like fate, if lou believed in that kind of shit “shit, me too, man. my uncle made me go. you probably could’ve gotten into a fancier school or some shit though, right?” louie had never gone to school with other people, having always been homeschooled, so it was a shock to find that he was forced to go to college. he wanted to protest, there was nothing he was even passionate about that school could provide, but he ended up majoring in business anyway “i’m louie. with an L. not to be confused with anyone else running around here with another stupid name.”

the boy looked like he could’ve guest starred with him in some cheesy teen movie, the two of them the heartthrobs in the classic love triangle every girl seemed to dream of. part of him was surprised he didn’t recognize him, thinking a face like that should be plastered all over. no homo though,,,unless. “man, i don’t fuckin know. i never even thought of school or college, all my schooling was just random tutors teaching me geometry between shoots. does that even count as school?” it was clear they never cared too much about his education, his acting always first priority for all the adults in his life, his education was only happening because it was forced. “i don’t even know what you’re talking about, but fair enough.”

violet: 

it was in the silence mickey found his love for her, in the quiet of their time together where it felt like they spoke in whispers, hums to each other like a secret world for no one else to listen and live in. it was in this quiet mickey found his love for her because she was so quiet, no screaming fans and harsh questions in his ear, begging for him to be the boy in the movies and not who he truly was. she let him be himself, didn’t push for him to move quickly and pour himself all into her. she was patient and she was kind, and she seemed to understand despite how different the two really were. it was in their differences they shone, and that’s how he knew he had fallen in love with her. when she looked up at him with sparkling black eyes and her hand over his, and it was like all the love he had never been given filled him to the brim, and he learned he had so much love to give.

genevieve:

“obviously my homeboys louie and max. my saturdays are reserved for them and them ONLY, and if anyone tried to get in the way of that they’d have to deal with the consequences of my vibe check…”

now that he was close enough leaning down, with her on the tips of her toes, alice was able scan his features better. she enjoyed the slope of his nose, it made her think of a bunny. which of course was her favorite animal. although, an argument could have also been made for a mouse. both of which she adored. she was starting to figure out why the childhood nicknames for the disney boys stuck. they did seem to look like the small rodents, but in alice’s opinion, was the best thing. her blue eyes found his brown before setting back on her feet, understanding why he was a good romantic lead. they were nice eyes to look at. “sounds like something a business man would say, thankfully for you i’ll believe you. since you are a mouse and not a walrus.” she said it as if it were the most obvious thing. in her own head, it made perfect sense, and she didn’t really think that for other people it would be a silly comparison. “i would certainly not like to be lice, they’re rather unpleasant.” she giggled delightedly at the thought of having a nickname. “but aly is sweet, i like that. very simple and fun.” she beamed up at him, proud that he would be the first to appoint her a nickname. “i like dresses and skirts, they make me feel pretty. oh! and if it’s blue i’ll likely love it. unless it’s jeans, i don’t really like them.”

what neither knew was that the other was doing the same, analyzing the others face like it was a type of painting, and she looked like the type that would be in one. her wide blue eyes reflecting her wide eyed personality, infinite curiosity flowing through her veins. her features so delicate and refined, like a porcelain doll, and the scariest part of that was how easy they were to break. and mickey was great at breaking things, especially with no regard as to how they felt. he was an insolent child, throwing fits and screaming when things didn’t go his way, breaking glasses for attention. he loved his toys, but when they were of no use he tossed them to the side to be forgotten always. the same continued on into his adult like with relationships, playing with girls like they were nothing but another toy for him, throwing them away when they no longer had any use. he didn’t know if he could stand to break a porcelain doll though, or even leave a crack in it. “i promise that wasn’t my intentions. despite this uniform i’m an actor through and through, there isn’t a business bone in my body. i just give compliments when i think they’re deserved.” usually being in hollywood you had to be business minded to survive, but he had people for that, a great luxury most couldn’t afford. “what do a mouse and a walrus have to do with anything?” he questioned, confusion filling his brown eyes that were glued to her baby blues. “then i’ll call you aly, since you like it so much.” he knew he’d still call her alice sometimes, he could balance them both. “blue’s an okay color, but i prefer red. and orange, sometimes yellow too, but red is my favorite.”

with both hands tucking the sides of her hair behind her ears, webby glanced around mid trip, hoping to find some sort of inspiration for her to justify her nickname without falling into the category of a rambler. she had a horrible habit of doing that, after all. “yes, just a childhood nickname. i’m just trying to transition from that, you know?” the brunette admitted, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets all of a sudden. “i think it does –– it’s just that most haven’t found their night calling yet. i for one felt like going for a milkshake, or more like getting ingredients for one.”

mickey nodded, he understood that, his own name a popular nickname that caught on as a kid. the only difference was he didn’t want to drop it, he liked mickey more than michael, and mickey was the true source of power. everyone knew mickey disney before michael disney, mickey was who he was. “i love milkshakes. what’s your favorite flavor? i hate to admit it because everyone judges, but i’m a vanilla guy. i’m just a sucker for the classic.”

seeing how she was no longer on her own, webby went into two modes at the same time, weary that somewhat of a stranger came along, but also excited about it. maybe it was just the fact that it was so late at night what had her on edge. luckily, she knew how to easily dismiss any type of anxiety that could relate to the whole meeting new people ordeal. “abby.” she stated firmly, though flashing him a tiny smirk, one that faded as soon as she heard him explain his reasoning behind his sudden approach “yeah that makes sense.” web shrugged. “so, what do you do for fun, mickey?”

mickey didn’t even think about how creepy he might have come off at the moment, assuming he was well known enough and too much of a non threatening figure to just not raise any alarms of any kind. he had always been privileged with the need to not think. “abby it is then. so what, is webby a nickname or something?” he couldn’t help but question the original name she brought up. “not this, that’s for sure. i usually don’t creep around at night, but this town doesn’t have much to offer. thankfully you popped up. what you going to the store so late for?”

it been no more than a month since she had arrived to that little town, and even for abigail, who was so used to being locked up at home, sometimes nights at emporia could get very, very boring. it was no mcducker mansion for sure, but, regardless, she knew anything, including her mood, could change as long as she set her heart to it. that’s precisely why she was just on her way down to the grocery store when a stranger spotted her, or rather intercepted her. “hi, i’m webby––” she said out of force of habit, her head shaking right after. “––i mean abby.” the girl shrugged a little. “just going to the store… what makes you think i’m alone?” even if that was a fair and correct assumption, the inquiry itself seemed slightly creepy. “are you alone?”

he had no particular place to go, so he easily fell into step with her and walked by her side. she was prettier up close, cute in that girl next door kind of way. she was the girl that at the beginning of the movie has glasses and her hair in a ponytail then after an easy makeover is considered hot. he had starred in plenty of those movies before, and if it was anything like that this would be easy. “which is it, webby or abby? they sound very similar.” he teased, though his curiosity was piqued. he shrugged at her question, looking around as if to see if anyone else was there. “well i don’t see anyone else around. yeah, i’m alone. that’s why i came up to you, just looking for some company.”

for once in his life mickey mouse was bored, this town had no options for anything to do and it made him feel crippled in claustrophobia. ever since he was a child he was used to having an infinite amount of things on his plate, always being pushed from one place to the next and then a promotional party right after. here it seemed like everyone went to bed at 10 pm and the best thing to do for entertainment was...walk. he didn’t know what to do with himself without all the chaos of his regular life, walking underneath the street lamps flickering light with his hands in his jackets pockets, he was looking for any kind of trouble for the night. that’s when he spotted her, a girl that wasn’t normally his type, but that didn’t make her any less pretty. she would do for the small town entertainment of the night. he walked up to her a bit ahead of him, knowing who he was would be enough. “hi, i’m mickey. what are you doing out here all alone, if you are alone that is?”

oswald used to be playful. when they were younger, more naive to the world, oz loved to play stupid games with his brother. he was the perfect big brother, even when mickey had his bratty tendencies. then it became obvious who the favorite was. even when oswald was still small, he knew he was some how less than his younger brother. that perfect older brother washed away to reveal a cynical, distant sibling. of course, it didn’t actually matter to the younger one, oswald supposed. “only on a technicality. we aren’t friends, so don’t call me that,” he shook his head slightly, trying to maintain his cool, despite his frustration with the younger disney. he had thought they were finally done, and he began to look back at his book when michael spoke again, and oswald’s eyes rolled. “you don’t talk to me unless you want something or came to bother me, so which one is it so we can cut to the chase?”

it’s like mickey forgot of who the two used to be, forgot the fact that they once really were brothers. forgot the way they’d play tag in the backyard, chasing after each other all day and never getting tired of each others presence. the way oswald would help him when he fell and scraped his knee, putting a band aid on and holding michael as he cried. it’s like he forgot they used to be best friends, like he forgot oswald was the one who really cared about him from the start. then he was thrust into the spotlight and it was like oswald became obsolete, no longer needed in his life because he had a worker to fill every role oswald once had. then they pit the two against each other, and while they once used to be on the same side of their games he now became his worst enemy, the person he wanted to beat. “you can be really dramatic, you know that?” of course he did, they were actors, their entire lives were being dramatic. “well if those are the only two options then i guess to bother you. is it working?”

while his family was well known as a whole, louie wouldn’t consider himself famous, or even popular. he’d long accepted that he wouldn’t have many friends in his lifetime, and had been pretty satisfied with only having his brothers around, but.. sometimes the universe had other plans. sometimes, it dropped a million bucks onto your lap in the form of a teen heartthrob. he’d never been a film guy, but michael fucking mouse was a legend living. that all considered, louie was positively beaming “you got the whole hollywood thing going for you. i can see the appeal.” he shrugged, hands shoved into the pocket of his sweatshirt “and i thought it was just a rumor. what’s mickey mouse doing in this ghost town?”

on the surface michael had plenty of friends, the paparazzi always catching shots of him surrounded by people, his instagram filled with all his wacky adventures with friends. none of them were really real though, only very few actually liked him for him and spent time with him because of that, but most did it for the clout. the worst part was that mickey didn’t even realize this, he really thought everyone just liked him, that they really were his friends. he had no clue he was being used. “well what can i say man, i was born with it.” he shrugged, never one to deny a compliment like that. “not really sure to be honest. i know everyone says an education is important but like, i’m doing fine, but my dad wanted me to come so i guess i had to. what’s your name, bro?”