DAYDREAM BELIEVER {Mike Nesmith}

My Shaving Razors Cold And It Stings

A/N: Okay this one is super long but it's good. I promise you'll like it. Much love, little bookworms!

When Mike and I had gotten back to the house, he had realized that he had left his shirt and hat and shoes on the beach, so we strolled back down and just chatted the whole way down. He plopped on his beanie, even though his hair was still wet. "I like to keep it on me," he had said. This time when we got to the house, we actually went inside.
Mike had immediately gone upstairs to apologize to Micky. Who, in turn, made him a very tearful apology as well, all about how he should never have said those things about Mike and how he hadn't realized and that it wouldn't happen again. Mike had explained that it was all good and that Micky was forgiven, even whispering that he had gotten a girlfriend out of this so it was fine. They made up happily, then the next morning Mike and I told Peter, Davy, and Micky that we were going to date. The first thing Micky had said was not to have sex in the house if anyone was here, and Peter about lost it.

Davy was quiet but he was covering his smile while Peter freaked out. Davy usually had a lot to say, but I could tell that seeing Peter like this was more amusing to him then anything he could say.

After another twenty minutes of trying to convince Peter to let us date, he finally agreed.

"You must really like each other to be trying this hard," he had said.

"Or they really want to have sex," Micky had whisper-yelled to Davy, who laughed loudly.

Peter had turned to Mike. "If you hurt her in any way, shape, or form, I will personally burn your music, your hideous cowboy boots, and that hat."

The rest of us had gasped. Not his hat. Mike had placed a protective hand on his hat. "Mine," he said.

Peter had rolled his eyes. "It will be as long as you don't make any mistakes with my sister."

"I hadn't planned on it."

"Eh, he won't. He's too scared of me."

Mike had nodded, his lips tilting.

"True. She's frightening when she's threatened."

It was two weeks later. Christmas had come and gone, and it was a cold New Year's Eve. Mike had asked me the day before to go on a date with him for New Years. He'd even asked Peter first, and Peter had begrudgingly said yes.

Over the time Mike and I had dated, ( just two weeks) we had become very close very fast. We had gone out on a date once, and it had been for ice cream. I was excited for this date because it would be the first time Mike ever saw me dressed up.

I was wearing a tight black dress with a slit up my thigh, a big white feather boa, and some pearl earrings.  I looked quite like my grandmother had when she was my age; like a bright and happy flapper.

I didn't own much makeup, but the little that I did own I knew how to use. My lips were a radiant shade of red, my eyelids blue, my cheeks blush pink, and a dark wing of eyeliner traced my top eyelids.

I looked really good. Surprisingly.

I walked out of Peters room. Mike was sitting on the couch, talking to Micky about the wastefulness of paper goods.

"All I'm saying is that it's just as fine washing the dishes then wasting plastic and causing problems. I mean, how hard—"

He stopped when he saw me.

"Wow." Mike whispered. Micky nodded at me approvingly.

"Going for a vintage look, huh?"

I nodded. "My grandmother loved being a young and lovely flapper and gave me some of her old dresses and accessories. A lot of people have told me that they're super old fashioned but..." I twirled, the white boa flying around and the base of my skirt swirling in a perfect circle. "I think they're quite lovely."