The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Dont call on me

|| → "Don't call on me when you're feeling
Footloose and fancy free. You've done that before and like a fool, I Came back for more"||
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You looked at the clock once more for the 4th time within an hour. It had said 3:47 am and regardless of the fact that you had to be up tomorrow at 6 am to be somewhere, your thoughts just couldn't stop thinking about Micheal.

A few days ago you and Micheal had gotten into an argument over the fact that he cheated on you... again. It broke your heart and you knew you should've let him go because it was right but something in you just wanted him so bad. Life wouldn't be the same without him.

You did what was right though and kicked him out and hadn't heard from his since. You still kinda missed him even though all your friends and family told you he was no good, and they were right... and wrong. Regardless of the fact that he cheated on you, and broke your heart and put you through hell, you still saw good in him. You didn't know why but you did.

So as you laid there, at 3am thinking about all the good times you guys had, and the memories that filled your heart, tears began to flow and you just knew it was bound to end from the first time he confessed. Your mother always said of course
"Once a cheater, always a cheater" when something
Very similar happened between her and your Father.

Just as more thoughts clogged your brain and tears fell, you heard a loud knock at the door and your heart dropped. It was a familiar knock and only sounded like one person.
The one and only, Micheal Nesmith.

You hesitated on getting up but something in you also wanted to see his face again. So you did, and heard another knock as you began to get up.
You quickly wiped your face and made sure everything looked okay before answering the door.

When you opened it, there stood a crying Micheal, who also happened to be a drunk Micheal.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you so much" he began to sob.
You looked at him and felt bad but you knew better.
You began to sob too.
"Take me back, please" he begged.

Now you had to decide. What you wanted, and what was right, and you knew exactly what to choose.

"Micheal" you began,
"I loved you so much and you hurt me, not just once, but twice. I can't even begin to tell you how much pain I've been in ever since I found out you cheated on me, AGAIN. I was dumb enough to take you back in after you cheated on me once, but I'm tired of playing this game. I'm not gonna be some women who's your back up. Don't call me Micheal, don't come to my house and please just... don't try to talk to me."

You were practically sobbing because it hurt so much. You both just sat there sobbing your hearts out, but you were stronger then this. You wiped your tears and said goodbye to Micheal one last time and shut the door.

"Y/n!" He shouted through the other side.
"Please, don't call on me" you said loud enough to where he could here it, and just like that, you heard his footsteps walk away.

That was the last time you had ever heard from Micheal, and you're doing much better now and even started talking to a boy named Micky, who was such a sweetheart. I guess at the end of the day it's always best to just do what's right for yourself.