Feels Like We're Living In The Past (Modern Monkees AU)

Prologue: The Beginning Part 2

cw / tw for the use of the word "queer", it's never in a negative light but I know some people like to avoid the word altogether

"Micky?" Davy spoke softly as Peter rubbed reassuring circles into his back.

"Yeah?" Micky had his head in the fridge, looking for a quick snack.

"Do you think we could maybe, start over? Pretend that first day didn't happen?" Micky turned to him once he finished his question.

"Who're you?" He looked confused, pointing with the yoghurt cup he had just grabbed at Davy.

"David Jones, but I just go by Davy" He giggled slightly as Micky smiled.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Micky Dolenz" He waved, moving to grab a spoon.

"Nice to meet you too" Davy smiled brightly, "Now, Petah here tells me that you play the drums?"

"That I do" Micky leaned on the kitchen counter and opened his yoghurt.

"Would ya mind giving me lessons sometime? I used to play a bit when I was a lad"

"For free?"

"I-I can pay you-"

"I was joking, don't worry, sure I'll teach you" Micky gave a genuine smile to lighten the mood, "I'm always willing to help a friend of Peter's"

"Thanks man, I owe you"

-

"Hey Mike" Peter didn't look up from his guitar as he spoke, spotting the green hat in the corner of his eye as their front door opened.

"Hey, I wanted to run a song by y'all, for your little duo" He spoke a little fast, partly excited and partly nervous.

"Micky's in his room, he's probably sleeping, he had a hard day" Peter gave a sympathetic look to Mike, who then joined him on the couch.

"What happened?" Mike looked concerned, but Peter bit his lip.

"I don't think it's my place to say, it's very personal" He was hugging his guitar now.

Mike nodded, "D'you think me textin' him that I'm here if he needs to talk would be a good idea?" He didn't want to overwhelm his friend.

"It couldn't hurt, I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready either way" Peter put a reassuring hand on Mike's arm.

Mike still wasn't all that used to how touchy his new friends were, but he enjoyed the platonic intimacy nonetheless. He was silent as he sent the text, focusing on saying the right words, and adding a smiley face for good measure.

"Do you still wanna hear the song?" He shot a small smile up at Peter.

"Of course!" He smiled back, offering the guitar to Mike.

-

"We're not getting much, but it's better than nothing" Micky sighed as he looked through his royalties payout.

"Hey, you're still doin' what you love, that's gotta count for somethin'" Mike tried to reassure him.

"Yeah, I guess I've just been down lately" He tossed his phone to the opposite end of the bed.

"Do ya need to talk about it?" Mike asked carefully, and Micky sighed.

"You wouldn't mind?" Micky looked up through his curls.

"I wouldn't mind a bit" Mike reassured.

"It's my parents, I thought they'd understand and accept me like last time, but.." He trailed off, suddenly unsure about continuing.