You and Mikey were skateboarding in the sewers. You weren't really good at skating in the sewers because it was WAAAY harder than skateboarding in a normal skatepark. However, you were always up for a new experience! So, you hopped on a skateboard and got skating. Mikey literally skated circles around you, showing off his mad skater boy skills. You giggled as he struck poses and did tricks. He was so freaking adorable sometimes. "Ok (Y/n), you want me to teach you a couples trick?," he asked hopefully. You shrugged. "I don't know Mikey....I'm not that good at this," you replied, biting your lip. He giggled. "Nonsense! You'll be fine!," he said joyfully. You sighed and he explained the trick. You didn't exactly get it, but before you could ask any questions, Mikey yelled "GO!" You panicked and just followed what he did. "M-Mikey!," you yelped as your skateboard picked up speed. "It's ok dudette just hold on!," he yelled back. "To what?!," you asked, completely freaking out! "Dudette you gotta-!," he said, but was interrupted when your skateboards collided. He landed on his shell, so he was fine. You, on the other hand, scraped your knees against the sewer floor. You weren't five anymore, so you didn't want to cry. But you had to admit, that really hurt. "That....was....AWESOME!," Mikey yelled, jumping up and down. You tried to stand up, your hands shaking from both the pain and the shock. A few tears flowed down your cheek. "M-Mikey," you said, trying to stand up. "Dudette! What happened?!," he asked frantically as he ran to your side and caught you from falling over on your unsteady and scraped up knees. "I fell," you said, feeling more tears wanting to escape your eyes. Mikey looked like he was going to start crying because you were hurt! "I'm sorry dudette! Don't cry! Mikey's gonna make you all better!," he said as he picked you up. He set you on the couch and ran to his room. He returned with a pack of Hello Kitty band-aids and a lollipop. He put the band-aids all over your knees, kissing each one as he set it down. When he finally finished, he wiped tears off your face like crazy. He hated seeing you cry. I killed him inside. "Please don't cry Angel Cakes, please don't cry," he pleaded. You giggled and kissed his nose. "Thanks Mikester. I'm all better now," you said. He sighed with relief. "No more crying?," he asked innocently. "No more crying," you answered happily. "Good. I hate seeing you sad my lady," he said cutely.