The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Mike imagine

It's 8:45pm and I'm starting to get worried again. What if he's out drinking again? I don't wanna admit it but sometimes I let my curiosity get the best of me... and this may be one of those moments.
"No y/n, Just chill" I reassured myself he wasn't drinking because he promised. He promised he wouldn't and I trust him... Don't I? He was supposed to be home at 8:30 and I know his work is only 5 minutes away. I got up from my leather seat to get some water as it usually helps me think and then I went over to Watch some T.V to distract myself from my anxiety. My favorite show, Bewitched was on and a few giggles escaped my mouth but my thoughts were interrupted by a slam of the door.
"Darling? Where are ya?" I heard Mike ask.
I checked the time to see it was 9:50 pm.
"Micheal?" I said as our eyes met. Anger flushed over me. His brown Eyes said something I couldn't quiet comprehend. They looked sad? My anger quickly faded and I felt whatever sadness he was feeling.
"Micheal what's wrong? Are you alright?"
He quickly rushed over to me and his arms hugged me.
"Darling, We were driving home from the studio and Some car swerved in front of us and Pete almost drove us off of the bridge we were on"
He sounded like he was tearing up.
"I'm so grateful you're home Love" I said to him.
"Me too" he said.

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