Round One With Mickey

As I walk the halls of my school I see someone familar staring at me. I think, That's not possible. She can't be here. But there say stands Mikenzie James. Just as awkardly beautiful as I imagined.
She walks over to me, balls up her fist, leans back, to get good power, and lands a good hard punch to my left cheek.
When I finally come to again I'm slumped over on the couch in my dorm room and Mickey is standing over me looking pissed and satisfied at the same time.
"What the hell was that for?!?!?" I yell at her as I jump to me feet.
"What the fuck do you think it was for?!? All of that stuff that you make me go through! I'm tired of all of the bullshit! Why won't you let me be happy for a whole chapter?" she yells back.
"Because that is the only way that I can deal with my life. I turn it into yours, but more interesting and more important!" I say and turn to go to my mini fridge. I grab out a frozen dinner and put it on my face. "Maybe, I shouldn't have made you so tough. Next time I write about you, you're going to be a pansy south county girl."
Mickey scoffs at this, "Ha. Yeah right. You couldn't write me weak if your life depended on it. You're not made weak, so I won't be weak; becuase apparently I'm just you, version 9.0 though." Mickey walks past me to my cabinet grabs a cup and makes herself a Jim Bean with coke.
"Why the hell do you have to make me so sad?" she asks.
"I don't write you sad though." I'm very confused, most of the time Mikcey is just angry in my stories, well except for 'Her Great Loss'.
"Are kidding me?! My boyfriends all either cheat on me, dump me, or I actually fall in love with them, marry them and then you kill them! Or I cheat on them, or dump them. Seriously if I had a way to I would kill myslef, you make my life hell! I don't even want to see what you come up with next! Why can't you just let me be happy?" After yelling all this she chugs her drink, well I guess with all the drinking she does, she would have a high alochol tolerence.
"Because happy stories are boring stories. I might as well write for Hannah Montana and the rest of the disney channel if I make you happy."
"So at least I'd be happy!"
"Don't you see though?! Real life isn't happy."
Just then Mikcey turned and quickly headed for my computer. She opened it up and pulled up MIcrosoft Word, and started typing.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" I yell at her. I walk over and close the lap top. She turns around and punches me in my face again.
This time as I come too, I'm still laying on the floor, and I hear keystrokes.
"Welcome back, Bitch. And to answer your previous question, I'm writing a story about you. Guess what happens in it. You get hit by a bus."
"I'm not sure how this goes but I'm pretty sure that you can't control my life like that." I say as I get up off the floor and go pour my own drink. As I'm finishing up my drink Mickey starts crying. "Hey, what you crying for?" I ask her, weary of getting too close, she's meaner and stronger than I would expect.
"I just want to be happy. I'm sure you do too, but damnit I'm sure there's no one writing your life ruining it constantly." There's a moment of silence. I don't know what to say. I don't like to write boring stuff where everything is happy-go-lucky. But then again I never expected to meet my main character. "I really liked him... James. He was nice." She stops crying and stares to look at me.
"Oh.." how am I supposed to explain this to her. It's going to be like telling a child what death is. "Um... Mickey, look. Once again, I'm not sure how this works. But it sounds like if I give you a memory in a story you fabricate it to reality. James never exsisted."
"Well neither did I. I was just your charcter too. You're not too bright are you?" I could see the pain in her face, denying that he wasn't real.
"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that James only appeared in the one story. You guys never went through a relationship, you were never with him. The story starts with him dead already. Those times that you remember you two together never happened. Does this make sense?"
"None of this makes sense, you know. But no, I remember all of it, everything. Our first date, all of our dates, him proposing, my wedding, all of it."
"I'm not sure how you got those memories, I never even wrote those. Read for yourself. Open it up it's under 'Death'." I make us both drinks and hand her one. I sip mine as she reads. When she finishes she chugs her glass and sets it on my desk.
"How is this possible?"
"I said that I didn't know how this works."
"Okay fine but can you do me a favor?"
"Are you gonna hit me again if I don't."
"I might hit you even if you do. But can you please just write me happy once?"
"Um... sure. Now how do you go away, or am I stuck with you."
"How about this?" She leans back and hits me in my face again.
When I wake up she's gone, I'm on my bed, and there's an empty glass laying next to my pillow. "Was I dreaming?" I get up and walk over to my computer, I turn it on, and there's a note typed on there that says, 'Hey Bitch, Make it happy... Or I'll be back. XOXO Mickey Mouse'