The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 1

Author's note:

Being from Texas, I will probably be using a lot of Texas slang for all the monkees. Excuse me if I do. It how we talk.

The monkees were doing their usual thing. They wake up, Mike first all the way to Micky being the last because he loves to sleep in.
Peter was down in the kitchen eating some frosted flakes, while Davy and Mike were talking. Finally, after what seemed like hours of Micky still asleep, he appeared on the staircase.

Mike looked up at him: “Its bout time Mick. I thought you were dead when you didn’t wake up.”  He said as Micky practically jumped down the stairs nearly tripping in the process.

Peter chuckled noticing Micky almost trip. Micky shook his head: “I can't help it if I like sleeping in. It’s my hobby basically.”

Davy stood from the couch. “Its eleven. You really need to get up earlier.”

“I’ll try but no guarantee.”

All Mike did was shake his head and smiled. He knew Micky wasn’t going to try his best at waking up early like everyone else. He walked up to his 12 string guitar and played a few notes on it just messing around of course.

Peter and Davy were now playing cards and Micky was messing with his drum set. Their telephone broke the silence that followed them and Mile walked up to the phone after putting his guitar down and answered it: “Hello? Who did you say this was? No I’m sorry I don’t know anyone by that name. Uh-huh. You say you know me? From where? Okay. I’ll be there shortly. Alright babe. Good bye.”

Micky had a puzzled look on his face and asked : “Who was that?”

“Some guy named Arnold Riggers. He says he knows me from back when I was in the air force. The problem is, I haven’t got the slightest idea who that his. His name doesn’t ring a bell to me.”

Davy spoke up: “Think maybe it’s a set-up?”
“I honestly have no idea. Why would someone set me up? Honestly……..” Mike paused and thought back to what might have happened from the time he joined the air force to present time. He couldn’t come up with anything. The other monkees clearly saw he was deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind Mike?” Micky finally spoke after a few quiet minutes have gone by.

“Just thinkin'. Ya know, Davy is probably right. It might be a set-up. I’m not gonna go. I don’t wanna risk my life.”

“Way to go Mike. We don’t wanna lose you.”  Peter spoke suddenly catching everyone off guard.

“Finally decided to join the conversation Pete?”

Peter gave an innocent smile as Mike continued to speak: “If he’s persistent and calls back, I want the three of you to come with. Think you can handle that?”

All three in unison said: “Yes.”

“For now, we continue what we were doing before the call and ignore the fact that there was a call.” Mike started picking up his guitar again and played another few notes on it.

A few days have passed. Nothing happened. Not even a phone call from Arnold Riggers. So Mike finally decided to relax although he was still watching his back just in case. He hated looking over his shoulder and jumping at every little noise he heard.

Micky was the last one up as usual. But he did manage to get up only a few minutes after Mike did. Most of the morning was quiet all except for one phone call to give them a gig at a French restaurant, which they gladly accepted.

Mike was getting bored just sitting around the pad all day. He decided he needed some fresh air. As he headed out the front door, Peter asked: "Hey where you going Mike?"

"I'm goin' for a walk Pete. I am in need of fresh air." Mike responded to him.

"Don't you think yo will be safer here?" Micky spoke up before Peter could ask.

"I'll be fine Mick. I will only be gone a few minutes. I promise. Now will ya please stop worrying?" He said with a smile as he exited the house.

"I sure hope he will be okay." Peter put his head down in worry.

"He'll be just fine. He can handle himself." Davy spoke up as he walked up to Peter and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure he will. Let's stop worrying about him and get back to writing this song." Micky took a seat at his drum set and beat on it a few times while Davy was looking at the music sheet for the new song. Peter kept his guitar in hand, his face still with worry.

Sorry it's not very long. This is my first book I am doing. Please tell me in a review if I'm doing ok or if you would like something added........thanks