The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 20

It was getting dark out. By now, the monkees were doing their own thing. Mike was sitting on the staircase reading a book, Davy and Peter were playing chess and Micky was doing a head stand against the wall so he didnt fall while his head was on a pillow so he wouldnt get a headache.

Finally, Mike laid down while his feet dangled from the top of the stairs. Micky practically stayed where he was only moving an inch. It was so quiet that Mike fell asleep in his position.

Davy had his head propped up on his hand while his elbow was on the table he and Peter sat at.

Micky finally flipped over landing on his feet and picked up the pillow and threw it at Mike's feet. He didnt budge.

"How long has he been like that?"

"Been like what?" Davy asked looking up at him. "Oh."

"Uh, I dont know the answer to that." Peter spoke as he looked back at the chess board.

"Should I wake him?" Micky asked as he approached Mike's dangling feet.

"Nah. Let him sleep. Wake him when it bed time. Or for that matter, drag him to bed if you can."

"Him? I might need Peter to help me. I'd ask you but you might not be able to pick him up."

"Ey, knock it off. I'm not short. Im just closer to the ground than any one of you."

"Okay." Micky walked upstairs quietly so he didnt disturb Mike who had his hands over his chest. He never changed his shirt so he still had a sleeve gone. All Micky did was shake his head.

"Seriously guys, how can Mike sleep like that?"

"Well, all you really have to do is close your eyes while laying like that." Peter mentioned.

"Yeah. But when he wakes up, he'll have a sore back. You just watch."

"Probably. But I'm comfortable." Mike said startling Micky as Micky nearly fell backwards but Mike caught him before he fell down the stairs.

"Your supposed to be asleep Mike. Why?!"

Mike laid back down. "I dont know. I thought it'd be funny scaring ya. I might stay here all night."

"Hehe. No. I dont wanna hear you griping about how much your back is hurting tomorrow. You are sleeping in your own bed."

"Yes Mother." Mike said as he smirked put his book over his face.

"Come on big guy. Its about bed time anyways."

Mike groaned as he lifted his long legs and put them on the floor so he could stand. He grabbed a hold of the railing as he stood up and grabbed his wool hat that had fallen off his head and he put it on.

"Are you seriously gonna sleep with that on?"

"Yeah. You know I never take it off. It's my buddy."

"Yeah. I see that. Good night Peter and Davy."

"Night." Both the boys downstairs said not moving their glances away from the chess board.

Mike walked over to his dresser and pulled out a different shirt for him to wear. "I guess I need to throw this one away."

"Yeah. You've only worn it without a sleeve for maybe 5 hours now. I think it's about time for you to get rid of it."

"Yeah. Ya know, it was my favorite shirt. Babyface is gonna regret ever messing with us. I'll see to that."

"Ooh. What are you going to do Mike?"

"I haven't got any idea. I'll think of something."

"Before or after he grabs one of us?"

"Before. I hope. We can't just keep getting cops involved. So, we are gonna do this ourselves. We got ourselves into this and we will get ourselves out."

"Right."

Mike changed his shirt and both boys hopped into their beds. Davy and Peter had turned off the downstairs light as they also entered their rooms.

Mike and Peter both ended up staying awake most of the night. Peter was scared of what was going to happen and Mike was scared that something was going to happen to his closest friends. He couldn't let anything happen to them. He would protect them at all cost.

He kept thinking of many different plans that could work and then he thought of some crazy ones that he knew wouldnt work. He needed something really good. Maybe I'll go to a hardware store and buy some rope and tape and some blindfolds. And some other stuff I need. He thought to himself.

He let out a sigh as he tried to get to sleep.

Dawn broke

One by one, the monkees exited their rooms. First it was Davy, then Mike and then Micky.

Once Micky got downstairs, he asked: "Wheres Peter?"

Davy went into the bedroom and looked at Peter's bed. It was empty. "He's not there."

"No no no no no." Mike said as he began to look everywhere for Peter. Nothing.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that Pete had been kidnapped.

Sorry it's a little short. I couldn't think of anything to write. Next chapter should be interesting.