ONE YEAR LATER

i was chilling at home, on my couch. Mick stumbles downstairs in a very revealing red sequined dress and his foot tall high heels. "I'm ready for our date." Mick said enchantingly, as he scraped his guitar string indented fingers across my ginger fur "what the sweet hail are you talking about"  

[The end]

[A/N]

It has almost been a year since i first wrote this, thank you from the bottom of my heart for enjoying this cooked, unhinged, and quite frankly stupid story. if you would like to give me some ideas for another story, be my guest. I honestly loved making this story and i had a lot of inspiration. thank you again.