𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

✿︎ 𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ✿︎

A/N: Yes, this song is sung by Micky and I just couldn't think of a proper title for this story sorry.

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I hardly ever went on the set of the Monkees because Mike told me it was better if he worked alone because I would be distracting to him (he said because he would want to keep staring at me,) but this time, I was going. I had only ever been there four times, and that was for the first season of the show. He had told me the second season was going to be very different, so I decided to go down to the studio to see what they were up to today.
I had just entered the studio and was looking around the set, which looked unusual today. There was a bright blue backdrop with a cardboard carriage and fake horses, and a small sign next to the carriage that read the word "mud." No one was anywhere to be found, but I soon found a dressing room door and knocked on it.

"Come in!" A voice from inside the room said, which I could tell was Micky.
I opened the door to see him along with Davy and Peter, whose clothes looked like they belonged to peasants.
"Oh, hey, Y/N!" Micky greeted as the others waved to me. I smiled and waved back, more concerned about what type of episode this was going to be.

"What are you guys wearing?" I asked with a laugh, looking at their clothes.

"Peasant clothes." Replied Peter as he put his shoes on. "Oh, and Mike is in the room next to this one. I'd be careful if I were you."
That remark made me even more confused now.

"Okay, thank you." I smiled and left the room, now standing outside the other dressing room door. I softly knocked on the door only to hear this:

"Whoever it is, do not come in!" I heard Mike say from inside the room.

"Mike, it's Y/N!" I yelled so he could hear me.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?!" He yelled back.

"I just wanted to see what you were up to, that's all." I sighed. "Can I please come in?"

"No, no! Please, I'm too embarrassed already." Embarrassed? About what? Peasant clothes?
I had too many questions, so I just decided to open the door. There was Mike, sitting down in a wooden chair with a long, blonde wig on, a pointy hat and a dress. He was wearing makeup, too. And that's when I broke into laughter. He looked absolutely ridiculous, but adorable at the same time.
"I told you not to come in." Mike said softly, turning his back towards me as my laughter calmed down.

"I-I'm sorry, Mike. You just look so funny, and hip!" I said with a laugh still in my voice, walking towards him. He frowned, but it looked very funny as he was wearing bright red lipstick. I chuckled again softly, making him shoot a look at me that quite literally said "don't do that."
"Sorry." I said, trying to keep in my laughter. He chuckled softly and looked at himself in the mirror in front of us.

"I guess I do look sorta funny," he said, now laughing, "and hip!" He added in a high pitched voice. We both laughed, then he brought me towards him for a kiss. If anyone saw us, it would for sure be the weirdest thing they'd ever seen in their life.

"Oh, sorry, ladies." We heard a voice say from the doorway. He quickly pulled away and I opened my eyes, seeing Davy standing at the door. He laughed when he saw Mike, who was now red in the face from embarrassment and was frowning again.

"Damnit, Davy." I swore as he continued to laugh, his laughter increasing every second. Soon, he was practically crying with laughter. I didn't even think it was that funny.

"Shut up, will you please!?" Mike yelled in the same high pitched voice, crossing his arms and looking the opposite direction. Davy lifted his head and tried to avoid looking at Mike.

"Sorry, Princess Gwen." Davy said as he left the room, still slightly laughing.
Mike chuckled and looked at himself in the mirror again.

"Man, a groovy looking princess with sideburns will sure be a big hit, am I right?" I said, sitting down on the couch to our left.

"Maybe. I am also playing the part of a peasant and I really only have, like, one line so yeah." He laughed, thinking about what his lines were.

"And what are your lines as yourself?" I asked.
Mike cleared his throat before speaking.

"Ooh, woah! What a great looking chick! Look at the sideburns and that body. That's the grooviest lookin' chick I ever saw!" He said quite loudly, both of us laughing afterwards.

"That's hilarious, Mike!" I said, still laughing.
He then stood up and sat next to me on the couch.

"You know, you should come here more often." He said with a smirk, or should I say, Princess Gwen said with a smirk.

"I'd love that, Princess Gwen." I said with a smile.