as we go along ( monkees imagines )

micky

Armed with snacks and fizzy drinks, Micky plopped down beside you. He grinned proudly as he placed the provisions on the table.

"Got all kinds of stuff. Couldn't remember what you liked so I got a bit of everything," he explained.

Your eyes widened as he pulled out an impressive array of crisps, candy, and chocolate. There was no way you're both eating all of it but you were touched by the gesture regardless.

After a disastrous encounter with a jealous fan, neither one of you had been keen on going out. So much for the relaxing weekend you wanted. Letting bygones be bygones, you shrugged it off and resolved to find another way to have fun. Micky proposed a cosy few days in. Who needed to go outside anyway? The whole point was to spend time together and what better way to do that than with tasty snacks and a few movies? You vaguely recalled a marathon of musicals that Mike mentioned in passing.

Micky settled on the couch beside you, already going through a bag of M&Ms. He offered the open bag to you. "Want some? I think Singin' In The Rain is the first one."

With a smile, you nodded and grabbed a small handful. "Never saw it," you confessed between chews. "Heard it was good."

"Well, it's a fun one—" His sentence was cut off by a sharp ring from the telephone. You shared a look. He didn't seem pleased with the interruption. While the phone rang, he put his forefinger on his nose and raised his brows. You chuckled and shook your head before leaning over him to grab the phone.

You hesitated in answering, letting the receiver hover over the cradle. After a moment's thought, you dropped the phone back without saying anything to the caller. Micky laughed at your decision. As an added measure he took the phone off the cradle completely.

"If it's that important, they can come in person," he told you just as the opening credits began to play.

Laughing, you nodded in agreement. You settled close to him, head on his shoulders and his arm around you. In content silence, you watched Debbie Reynolds grace the small screen, blissfully unaware of the inevitable moment when Micky's bandmates burst through your front door.