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I was hired as The Monkees' secretary in late 1966, which was quite the job. When we all first met, it was clearly visible that they all had a crush on me. The way they all just stood there with their mouths hanging open was the first price of evidence. I, of course, liked each of them, but in different ways and for different reasons. But I was always attracted to Mike Nesmith. He was different from the others, in a good way. We ended up talking more often, usually when the others weren't there, and after a few months, we started dating. Of course none of the others knew this because they were all fixated on me, which was just great (sarcasm). Surprisingly, none of them had asked me out on a date until now.
I was at home and The Monkees were all together at Micky's house. He invited them over because he had a so-called "problem."

"Guys, I really want to ask out Y/N, but I don't know how." Micky told the others. Mike frowned and crossed his legs, looking down at the ground.
"Mike, I've seen you with Y/N. You must know how I can ask her out."

"What are you talkin' about, Mick? I haven't talked to her that much." Mike rolled his eyes.

"Well, alright, maybe not, but I wanna ask her out."

Mike knew it wasn't such a good idea, but he let Micky ask me out. Before Micky had the chance to, Mike called me and told me to go out with him but don't get too involved. Of course, I wouldn't. I wasn't interested in dating Micky, I really liked Mike.
That night, Micky picked me up and took me out to a bar for a drink. The entire time, I tried to stay as energetic as possible so he wouldn't get too relaxed around me. Unfortunately, the comedic side of Micky never came out that night. I sat down for a break after dancing. Micky was sitting at the bar, sipping his drink. I smiled at him as he set his drink down and smirked at me. I looked ahead and now noticed this weirder side of him was coming out, so I immediately stood up again.

"Oh boy, I really love dancing. I should probably get back-"

"Hey, come here. No need to do that, baby. Let's go back to my pad for awhile." He spoke in a lower voice and he smirked at me again. I did not want this to happen.
I just stood there and stared at him for a moment. He tilted his head to the side as if asking me 'you wanna go?'. I looked away and grabbed my purse.

"I should really get going. Sorry." I quickly left the bar, leaving a confused and sad Micky.
When I arrived back at my home, I immediately called Mike and told him that the night went great (which wasn't entirely true) and that nothing had happened between us (which also wasn't entirely true.) He was relieved, and he told me that him and the guys were going to come over my place the following day.

When the guys came over the next day, Micky didn't seem as sad, but he instead just seemed happy to see me. Mike and I exchanged looks at each other before they all sat down on the couch. I sat down on the loveseat diagonal from the couch, smiling awkwardly.

"So, I was thinking that since we recently fired Donny that we should-" I looked at Mike. He was giving me a weird smile of some sort, so I was thrown off guard. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I laughed. All eyes went on Mike. He cleared his throat and slumped back into the couch.

"Nothing, nothing." He said, looking away.
I scoffed and continued to tell them about upcoming plans for the band. We ha recently fired Don Kirshner and they were going to make their first album as a real band titled Headquarters next. The awkwardness between the five of us soon left and we had a fairly good time, but all we did was talk about upcoming tours and albums and everything else that goes with it.

"We should really get going now. It's a really nice day out so I wanna enjoy the sun." Davy said as him and all the others stood up.

"Oh, that's alright." I frowned and led them to the door, Mike purposely staying behind Micky, Peter and Davy. The three of them walked out of the house, but instead, Mike closed the door and stayed in with me.

"They won't find out." He said with a smirk. I knew exactly what he had in mind, so we both went up to my bedroom.

Micky, Davy and Peter were about halfway down to the beach, which wasn't very far from where either of us lived, when they had noticed Mike was missing.
"Nice day, innit, Mike?" Davy said as he looked down at his shoes. "Mike?" There was no answer, so he looked behind him and saw no one there. "Hey, guys. Mike's gone."

"Huh? I haven't seen him since we were at Y/N's." Micky said as they all stopped walking.

"Well, then let's go back and see if she has seen him." Peter said, so they all went back looking for Mike.
The three of them soon approached my house.
"I don't think she's home." Peter said after knocking on the door several times.

"Nonsense. She was here just five minutes ago, and her car is here." Micky said as he tried opening the door. It was unlocked.

"Well, we've got nothing to lose, fellas." Davy said as the three of them entered the house.
They slowly shut the door behind them and looked around to see if there was any sign of the either of us, but there wasn't. After only a few moments of looking, they heard faint noises coming from upstairs.
"You hear that?"

"Yeah, let's go check." Micky suggested. So, they all made the mistake of going upstairs. They each stood outside of my bedroom for a moment before slowly opening the door. They all looked at the bed where we were, but we were both covered by the blankets. They could tell we were there by the unsettling noises. The three men looked at each other with annoyed looks on their face before Micky cleared his throat very loudly to get our attention.
Mike and I both opened our eyes and looked at each other nervously before slowly pulling the covers off and staring at the three men in front of us.

"What are you guys, uh, doing here?" I asked.

"We noticed Mike was missing." Davy said, crossing his arms.

"How long has this been going on?" Micky asked softly.

"Uh, about two months now, actually." I admitted.

"Well, why didn't you tell us? We would've been understanding. I wouldn't have taken you out last night if I had known." Micky said.

"I'm sorry, we just thought you'd be mad." Mike said.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable last night, Y/N. Next time, please just tell us."

"Thanks, Mick." I smiled.
Finally, this mess was cleared out.

A/N: This story was really rushed so I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed tho. Peace and love ✌🏻🤎