The Monkees Imagines

Micky (1)

— Fluff; 984 words

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It was a lovely Sunday afternoon in Los Angeles and you were just so happening to spend it babysitting some of your neighbor's kids. You were fixing two bowls of potato chips for the little ones as they were running around in the backyard. 

"Okay kiddos, come get your chips!" you yelled out the window, which immediately caught their attention. 

The little boy and girl came rushing in after one another to grab their snacks. They sat on the living room couch, munching away, as you started to clean up the kitchen a little bit.

"Y/n, what time is it?" the little girl asked, crunching her chips between words.

You looked at the clock and told her, "4:25, and please don't talk with your mouth full."

She squealed, which earned an eye roll from the older brother. She didn't notice and exclaimed, "Turn on the tv! Monkees is on!"

You had no idea what she was talking about, but you grabbed the tv remote and stated, "Why don't you wash up first while I find Monkees for you?"

The little girl giggled and dragged her brother along to the bathroom to wash up, while you flipped through channels trying to find the show she was talking about. After going through plenty of stations and some help from the older brother, you found the tv show the girl was talking about. She was singing the theme song as loud as she could and her brother was trying all different ways to shut her up, but you didn't notice because you were mesmerized by the boys in the show. The one that caught your attention was the wildest one of the bunch, and you've come to know him as the drummer, Micky.

The little boy noticed you were hypnotized and repeated, "Y/n's got goo-goo eyes for Micky, Y/n's got goo-goo eyes for Micky!"

"Do not!" you retorted, blushing madly.

—Later that week —

"Y/n, can you run to the store quick and buy some groceries?" your father asked as he smoked his cigar at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.

You rolled your eyes, not happy about having to run around your parents, but you did what you were told.

While you were driving to store, along with almost every hour of the day, you've been thinking about that Micky character from The Monkees. You sat down and watched the episode with the kids before their parents came home and it was very obvious you had a huge crush on him.

You're crazy, Y/n, there's no way you'd ever get with him, you thought.

In no time you arrived at the grocery store. As you were pulling into the parking lot, your thoughts clouded your focus, and you almost hit someone walking in front of your car. The man hit the hood of your car and made eye contact with you, and he was very upset. You were extremely embarrassed and pulled into the nearest parking spot so you could get out and check  up on him.

He was walking to his car, fists clenched. You followed him, calling to him, "Excuse me, sir? I'm so sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. I had no idea you were walking in front of me."

He reached his car and turned around to face you and that's when you felt ten times worse. The long hair, lanky body and unforgettable face made you realize you almost ran over the very man you were thinking of this entire week. Micky from The Monkees.

"I could tell," he snarled as his eyes squinted in disgust. A look of regret wash over his face immediately after the words left his mouth and he apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude. Please just watch out so you don't actually kill someone next time."

You could feel your cheeks flush from embarrassment again, and you stammered, "I-it's okay. I really should have been paying more attention. I-I just wanted to check and see if you were okay."

He smiled a little and joked, "I'm still in one piece, aren't I? Don't worry about it, thanks for making sure I was okay."

Micky started to open his car door but stopped when you exclaimed, "Wait! Listen, I know I almost killed you, but you're the reason why I was distracted. I-I mean, I've watched the tv show you're on and I couldn't have stopped thinking about you since I've seen it."

The emotion on his face changed from confused to warm. He walked up to you and held out his hand for you to shake it. He stated, "Well I'm sure you know my name, Micky Dolenz, but it's very nice of you notice me from the show. It's kind of flattering that your thoughts of me were the reason I was almost a dead man today, haha!"

"My name is Y/n. I hope this won't be the last time we see each other. It would feel very different to only see you on the screen again," you pointed out, a smile on your face.

"I'm sure I have a pen on me, so maybe you can write down your phone number and I call you sometime," Micky said as he caught on, a smile forming on his face too.

He grabbed a pen from his car and you wrote down your number on his hand, trying to contain your excitement from the fact that you might go on a date with your favorite Monkee.

"Don't hit anyone on your way out of here, Y/n," he giggled as he got in his car and sped off.

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AAA first story is done!! I know it isn't the best of quality, but I'm sure as I continue updating, they will get better. Have a lovely rest of your reading to whatever other book you decide to read for now :)

— Love, Mars