The monkees find love

Chapter 4

"Hey, do you know when Davy and Peter are coming back?" Micky asked.

"Not sure. They should be back tomorrow or Thursday." Mike responded. "Why? Do you miss them?" He questioned in a teasing mannor.

"Of course not Mike! Why do you ask?"

"Because you practically ask every hour when they will be back."

Mike walked up to his guitar and picked it up and played some chords without actually playing a song.

"Want anything to eat Mike?"

"Depends. Whatcha makin'?" Mike asked as he lifted his head.

"Well, lets see." Micky looked in the refrigerator and pulled some stuff out to see if he could mix it together. "How about a nice tasty sandwich Mike?"

Mike chuckled and looked over at Micky who had several ingredients out trying to decide what to use. He put some stuff back and pulled out ingredients he could use.

After a few moments, Micky came over to Mike and handed him a plate that had a single sandwich on it that was cut in half.

"Micky? Did you seriously cut my sandwich in half?"

He smiled. "Maybe?" He said slowly.

"Next time, I'll make my own."

"Deal."

Mike ate his sandwich and went over and got himself a glass of water.

Micky checked the time. It was very late. "Hey, its about midnight Mike. I didn't realize it was so late."

"Me either Mick. Guess we should head to bed."

Mike began turning out the lights, and Micky started locking all the doors. They both ended up running into eachother from behind scaring eachother. They both let out a very small scream and Mike grabbed his chest and put his head down as he sighed.

"Its just me Mike. Come on. Lets go to bed."

"I'll be up right behind you."

"Okay."

Micky headed upstairs and Mike stayed down for a few minutes. He wanted to finish a song he has been writing. He wanted it done the day before, but he didn't have time. The few minutes turned into several hours and the next thing he knew, he fell asleep on the couch. His head was right below the arm rest as his feet were on the floor. It wasn't the most comfortable position.

The next morning, Micky woke up to see Mike wasn't in his bed. Of course, he thought that Mike just got up early as usual. So, Micky got out of bed and headed downstairs, still in his pajamas. He walked down the metal spiral staircase and he saw Mike on the couch as he headed to the kitchen. "Hey Mike. How did you sleep last night?"

After Mike didn't answer, that got Micky's attention and he turned around to face him. "Mike?" He realized Mike was still asleep. "Hello?! Mike?" Micky waved his hand in front of Mike. "Its no use."

Davy just walked through the door and he saw Micky leaning over Mike. "Ey Micky."

"Hey Davy. Welcome home."

"Thanks man. So, what are you doing to Mike?"

"Trying to wake him up. He passed out down here last night and now I can't wake him up. He might have stayed up very very late last night. I don't know man."

Davy picked up some papers that had landed on the floor. It was sheet music to a song Mike had been secretly writing. "Looks like he was writing a song and didn't want to go to bed til it was finished."