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"I Met a Girl Who Sang the Blues - Part 3"



Title: I Met A Girl Who Sang The Blues
Author: Boo_Coo_Blue

Genre/Pairing: Peter/OFC, Micky/OFC, Mike/OFC, Davy/OFCs. Gen/Rom/Com
Rating: PG-R, nothing very graphic happens
Warnings: Mild language, mild violence, suggestive themes, sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees, or any of the characters from the show. I only own my OCs.

Summary: When two girls move in close to our boys, will the effect cause happiness for all, or will every thing be torn apart?
Author's Note: This is the first Monkees fiction I wrote. As such, it is not the best thing I’ve ever written, but it remains in a special place in my heart none the less. Some of you may remember this from Monkees Fic on Livejournal.



Chapter Three

In Which Mike Nearly Has A Run In With Sophie (Literally), Micky Visits A Bookstore Undercover, Peter Spends His Afternoon On The Roof, And Davy Unwittingly Does More Good Than Harm (In That Order)



Mike was supposed to be going to the grocery store. He was supposed to be buying a turkey (which nobody could cook). He was supposed to be finding gigs so the band could have money to buy food, water, electricity, to pay off the car, make rent….


Mike wasn’t supposed to be hitting his head on the steering wheel, but he was. Luckily, he was still parked outside. Had he been driving he may very well have had to add car repairs to his long, painful list. While Mike was still hitting his head, he heard an abrupt knock on his window. He jumped, but when he looked it was just Sophie.


It had been a few days since the night of party games, and the girls hadn’t been over at all. Myrtle was working afternoons four days a week, and the nights she hadn’t worked had been spent with Micky out on dates. Sophie also worked four nights a week. They knew one night was spent at the club down the road, but Sophie had never said where the other job was.


Mike rolled down the window and Sophie leaned in to talk with him. “Where you headed, Nesmith? Care to give a lady a lift?”


“That all depends.”

“Depends on what?”


“Well, I don’t see a lady anywhere, for one…”


Sophie laughed and lightly hit him with what she was holding in her hand. Mike looked closely at it and saw it was an apron. A closer look at Sophie herself reveled that she was wearing a Denny’s uniform.


“You’re working at Denny’s now?”


“Well, Nesmith, I once knew an old woman who told me ‘Girly, you can sing real pretty, and you can play that guitar good but it’ll never earn you any money.’ I’ll be damned, but she was right.”


Mike laughed. “Do you need a ride?”


“Um…I don’t have to be there for another half hour.” She looked suddenly serious. “You aren’t in a hurry to get anywhere are you?”


Mike shrugged. “No, why?”


“Hop in the back seat,” and with no further ado, Sophie opened the back door and sat down. When Mike didn’t move, she leaned forward and tugged on a lock of hair just behind his ear.


“Oh come on, Nesmith, don’t be a spoilsport….”


Mike sighed, banged his head on the steering wheel one more time for good measure, and then began to climb to the back seat of the car. Sophie helped him by tugging on the belt loop on the back of his pants. As a result, Mike landed rather awkwardly in the seat next to Sophie.


He turned around and looked at her. “Hi.”


Sophie laughed. “Hi, Nesmith.” She leaned over and kissed him, then pulled him down so that he was lying on top of her on the seat. Twenty minutes later found them in much the same position, although Mike had once again lost his hat, and Sophie had undone the first few buttons of his shirt and was currently kissing his neck. She caught a look at her watch.


“Damn…I need to get going. I have to be there in ten minutes.”


Mike kissed her just beside her ear. “You know what we could do in ten minutes?”


They both froze. Mike was by no means innocent, although he hadn’t been involved with anyone in what seemed to be a long while. But still, he had never propositioned a girl who he had barely known for a week. And Sophie knew that even though she liked Mike, she would never see him as more than a friend. She had to draw a line somewhere as to what she would or wouldn’t do with her friends.


Sophie gently pushed Mike off of her and they both sat up. She looked at her knees rather than at Mike. “Yes, we could do that, but I don’t think we will.”


Mike made a few fumbling gestures with his hands, as if he were trying to say something with them. “I…Look…I’m sorry…”


Sophie snorted lightly. “Nesmith, you don’t have to apologize for everything you say or do during our little meetings.”


Mike smiled at her. “Yes, ma’am.”


Sophie raised her eyebrows at that, but didn’t say anything.


“You still want a ride to work?”


Sophie sighed and nodded resignedly, and they both climbed back into the front seat.


“So, where were you headed when I stalled you?” Sophie asked as Mike started the car.


“Oh, grocery shopping and a bit of job hunting. I need to buy a turkey, but I don’t know who will cook it, and some more stuff for Thanksgiving…”


“I can cook a turkey.”


Mike nearly rammed the car in front of them. “You can?”


“One, yes. And two, watch where you drive this thing.”




“Anyway, yeah, I can cook a turkey. Myrtle and I were just planning on going out to eat, but she’s been hinting at wanting to do Thanksgiving with Micky at your place. I might as well cook a turkey.”


“That’s awesome! I’ll buy, you cook, and we can all have Thanksgiving together!”


Sophie just shrugged, but didn’t say anything, as they were pulling up to Denny’s. Before she climbed out of the car, Sophie leaned over and kissed Mike on the cheek.


“See you around, Nesmith.” And she disappeared into the diner. Mike sighed and drove off, finally unstressed about the looming holiday.




Micky was undercover. He sat at the back of the bookstore, carefully in disguise. He wore a long over coat, a fedora, he had a scarf wrapped around his face, and he was ‘reading’ a book. Unfortunately, he was unaware that the book was upside down.


He had been undercover for about two hours, all of it spent watching Myrtle. She had been shelving books on a high shelve, and had spent most of the two hours on a ladder. Micky had been enjoying his time.


He couldn’t get enough of her. They had only been on a few dates, but to Micky they had been the best dates he could ever remember being on. He had never been hooked on a chick like this, and if he hadn’t only known Myrtle for a week, Micky would’ve sworn he was in love.


Right now, he was watching her shelve. She wasn’t wearing a very short skirt, but when she reached up to put the book down, her skirt went up just enough to show a fair bit of leg. The freckles that had fascinated Micky that night in the closet climbed up her legs, too, becoming less concentrated as they went higher. Micky wanted to know if there was anyplace on her not covered in freckles. He also began to think that the small bookshop was not the best place for those sort of wonderings.


Quite abruptly, Myrtle turned around on the ladder and looked directly at him. She must have felt him staring at her. Micky panicked and lifted the book to hide his face. ‘Maybe she didn’t recognize me,’ he thought hurriedly. He began to calm down as a few moments went past. Then, he heard a cough from beside him.


“Hello, sir. Are you finding everything okay?” It was Myrtle. She had a politely curious look on her face. She obviously didn’t recognize Micky.


He nodded, but didn’t speak. “Perhaps you could find some more titles in our storeroom.”


Micky shook his head, and Myrtle rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on Micky,” she hissed, and pulled him up under his arm. She led him through a door close by into what could only be the store’s storeroom, and then stepped away from him.


“Why are you watching me, Micky?” Myrtle had her arms crossed, but she didn’t look angry; she looked more curious than angry.


“Oh, umm…you noticed me, then?”

Myrtle had a look of absolute incredulousness on her face, just before she dissolved into peals of laughter. “Noticed you? You were reading ‘War and Peace’ upside down and I can see half of your face.” Micky instinctively pulled the scarf up on his face, but Myrtle tsked and pulled it off of him.


“Why were you watching me?” This time the question was asked with a hint of amusement, as she lightly hit Micky with the scarf.


He looked at the floor and kicked at an unseen rock before answering. “Well….I don’t know. I suppose I like you a lot, and I’ve really enjoyed going out with you. I just wanted to see you again. It’s been a drag at the apartment today…”


Myrtle laughed again, this time a little more shyly. “I like you a lot, too. How ‘bout this…come back at eight when the store closes and we’ll go out for coffee.”


Micky nodded. “Sure. I can do that.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “I’ll see you at eight, then.” He went to open the door of the storeroom, but then turned back.


“Hey, what’re you doing for Thanksgiving?”


Myrtle shook her head. “Sophie and I were just going out.”


“Would you like to come over to our place? I can’t promise turkey or anything, but…”


Myrtle cut him off. “Yes, I would love to come over.”


Micky grinned. “I’ll let Mike know, then. See you at eight.” He kissed her once more, this time solidly on the lips and then left the closet, leaving behind a very happy Myrtle.




Peter was sitting on the roof of the apartment. He didn’t usually sit up on the roof, and he only did it if he needed a quiet place to think. The apartment was currently far too hectic to think; Micheal was getting together a grocery list, Davy was dissecting the downstairs bedroom that he shared with Micky, trying to find a lucky necklace that he had lost and needed for a date, and Micky was trying to pick a good disguise so he could spy on someone, although he didn’t say who.


Peter had sought refuge on the roof, his mind calmed by the gentle sound of the waves, the scattered chatter of kids on the beach trying to convince their parents that a few sprinkles of rain were no reason to go home, and the occasional car honk from the road behind him. The ocean was beginning to look choppy and grey and Peter knew that a storm would be in by that evening. He made a mental note to remind Micheal not to leave the car hood down tonight. He had a bad habit of not noticing the weather and was the worst of the four for leaving car windows down during a rainstorm.


Peter looked away from the ocean and looked up and down the beach. Much to his surprise, he soon saw the reason for his need to sit on the roof and think. Sophie was walking down the beach, wearing a Denny’s uniform and swinging her shoes in one hand by the laces. She was carefully avoiding getting wet sand on her feet, and was obviously on her way to work. Peter pulled his knees up to his chest and continued to watch her, hoping she didn’t glance up to find him staring.


Of course, as soon as he thought this, Sophie turned right around and looked at the apartment that Peter was perched atop of. He ducked his head down instinctively, hoping against hope that Sophie hadn’t seen him.


She waved. Peter tried to wave back, but he suspected that it looked more like he had randomly jerked his arm around. Sophie looked around and then disappeared into the space between two of the buildings. Peter wondered where she had gone, but was also glad; he couldn’t think coherently while watching her walk around on the beach.


He was surprised, then, when he heard a scrambling sound near the edge of the roof and Sophie’s head popped up.


“Hi, Pete.”


Peter was speechless. Sophie had finished pulling herself up on the roof. She had put her shoes back on, and even though she had just climbed up the side of a building, she wasn’t out of breath at all.


“It’s a nice view you guy’s have from up here.”

“Are you crazy?”


Peter nearly slapped his hand over his mouth as the question came out. Sometimes he didn’t have the greatest control over his mouth in situations like this, when he was on a roof with a beautiful girl that he liked very much…oh dear Lord…


But Sophie just laughed and glanced over the edge. “I’ve climbed higher drainpipes before, I think.” She sat down next to Peter, tactfully ignoring the bright red color his face had turned.


They sat in silence for awhile, Sophie occasionally batting away raindrops after they had landed on her, and Peter trying again not to stare. He was also trying to think of something to say, something to engage her with, some fascinating tidbit of information that would make her want to stay on the roof with him for a little while longer. He kept drawing blanks. Sophie spoke first.


“I’m glad about Myrtle and Micky.”


Peter nodded a bit too enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah. It’s great.”


“Micky seems like an alright guy…”


Peter continued nodding. “Oh, yeah, he’s great.”


Sophie nodded with him and the two were silent again for awhile. This time, Peter broke the silence.


“Were you on your way to work?”


She looked down at her uniform in distaste. “Yeah, I still have another forty-five minutes to be there, though.”


“Do you not like it?”


Sophie sighed. “No, not really, but it’s necessary. The club doesn’t pay me enough to make it on only one night a week, but I’ll be getting three nights when the manager gets rid of one of the other bands that play there.”


Peter nodded a bit more and they fell into silence again. He chanced a glance over at Sophie. She was sitting the same way he was, with her knees pulled up to her chest, and she was looking over the ocean and glaring at the clouds.


Peter chanced a question. “Y-you don’t like rain much, do you?”


Sophie shook her head. “I like rain fine. It’s just that I prefer to be inside, with a book on my couch when it rains. Not stuck in some dreary old diner with dreary old people.” She glared at the clouds again, and then she looked over at Peter.


“You like the rain, though, don’t you? You had been running out in it the night we…the night we all met.” She sounded like she was going to say something else, but she had changed her mind mid-sentence.


It was Peter’s turn to shrug, surprised for a moment that she remembered. “Yeah. I’d been out in the rain. Micheal tells me not to or I’ll get a cold, but it hasn’t happened yet.”


Sophie laughed. “Mike’s an old mother hen, isn’t he?”


Peter was able to give Sophie a real smile this time. “Oh, yes, all the time!”


Sophie laughed again, quite pleased that she had gotten Peter to smile for her. She looked at her watch and sighed. “Well, Pete, I guess I need to go…”


“Do you want to go through the window this time?”


“Yeah, that might be a good idea.” Peter had already stood up and held his hand out to help Sophie up. She took it.


“Good, ‘cause you make me nervous…” Peter had helped Sophie stand up, but the thing he hadn’t counted on was being eye to eye with her when she was up. He kept forgetting how tall she was, and, seeing as he had been avoiding looking at Sophie, Peter had forgotten the beautiful color brown her eyes were. “…c-c-climbing up buildings and s-stuff.”


“I won’t do it again,” Sophie said, unable to look away. She hadn’t been this close to him since the few minutes in the cramped closet, and she knew he was thinking the same. For a brief second, she thought Peter might kiss her, but he quite abruptly dropped her hand and walked toward the edge of the roof, muttering ‘window’.


Peter slipped inside the bedroom first and then Sophie followed and he walked her to the door. All the others had already left, meaning that Peter would have some time alone to think. When Peter opened the door for Sophie, he noticed that the car was still there.


“Oh, that’s lucky. Maybe Micheal can drive you to work.”


Sophie nodded distractedly. “Thank you, Peter.”


“For what?”


She shrugged. “For being good company. I’ll see you later.” And with that, she closed the door behind her and was gone. Peter went into the kitchen, luckily not observing any of the goings on that occurred earlier in this chapter.




Davy liked going on dates. He liked the adventure of meeting someone new and exciting, the thrill of uncovering the mystery of girls. It was all very fun for him. But, of course, there were the bad ones.


He had met Jolene a week before. She was working at the candy counter in the shopping center where he and Micky had gone to do early Christmas shopping. She had seemed so sweet and nice then, with her long blonde hair pulled back in a braid and her eyes sparkling every time she looked at him. But now…she was awful.


Jolene was very ill tempered and seemed to like to complain about everything. And she had a loud, carrying voice that Davy hadn’t noticed earlier. He immediately regretted taking her to the movies, where she made a very rude remark about a lady’s shirt who was sitting three rows in front of them. Davy’s cheek still hurt a bit from where the woman had slapped him. She had slapped him because when the woman looked back to see who made the comment, Jolene had pointed at Davy.


Ever an optimist, he had persevered with the date up to this point, where he had taken Jolene to Denny’s for coffee and ice cream. She had gone to the restroom, but hadn’t come back yet and Davy was enjoying the break. When he felt a tap on his shoulder he groaned inwardly, thinking it was Jolene saying she wanted to go somewhere else, but when he looked up it was Sophie.


“Oh, hello Sophie!”


“Hi! Afraid I was someone else?”


Davy grimaced. “Bad date.”


“Medium height, blonde, loud?”


“That’s the one.”


“Yeah, she left five minutes ago with a man named Hank.”




“Well, I call him Hank. He’s always in here, but I’ve never asked his name.”


Davy sighed. “I can’t say I’m not relieved…”


Sophie laughed. “Are you going to stay? I’ll bring you some coffee.”


“Yeah, thanks luv.” Sophie walked off to the kitchen area, but before she came back another waitress came by.


“Hello. My name’s Julie….”


“Hi, Julie. I’m Davy…”


By the time Sophie got back, Davy had Julie’s phone number and a date for the next evening. As Julie walked off, she gave Sophie a wink that Davy caught.


“You set that up, didn’t you?”


Sophie looked innocent. “Set what up?”




“Oh, she’s a nice girl, you should ask her out sometime…”


“You aren’t fooling me!”


Sophie lost the innocent look. “Fine. She saw you come in and was asking me about you. I told her to come over and say hi. The horror!”


Davy laughed. “I guess you’re forgiven.”


“I’m about to go on break, is it alright if I join you?” She had adopted Davy’s accent.


“Be my guest.”


A few minutes later, Sophie came back out with a plate of food and sat down across from Davy. “Thanks for this; I usually eat out next to the dumpsters…”


“They make you eat next to the dumpsters?”


“That’s our ‘break area’.”




They sat in silence while Sophie ate and Davy occasionally winked at Julie when he got the chance.


“Mike’s invited me and Myrtle over for Thanksgiving,” Sophie mentioned in between bites of food.


“Oh, excellent.”


“I’ve been conned into cooking a turkey…”


Davy snorted. “I’ll bet Mike is thrilled.”


Sophie nodded a bit distractedly and looked out on the rain-streamed windows. “What else should I bring? Besides the turkey?”


“I don’t know. This Thanksgiving deal is still new to me.”


Sophie shook her head. “Oh…of course.”


“I already know were going to have macaroni, fudge, and a pudding, so if there is anything else you think we may need…”


Sophie snorted lightly, pulled a pen out from behind her ear and began to make a list on the back of an order ticket.


Davy watched her writing. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, but a strand had fallen out and was swinging a bit from the movement of her writing. Her eyes moved rapidly as she reread what she had just wrote. She bit her bottom lip while she was thinking. Davy knew he would be an idiot not to think she was beautiful, and even though she was considerably taller than him, Davy thought he might as well ask her out. After all, they got along alright…


“Say, Sophie?”


“Hum…” She didn’t even raise her eyes from her paper, but her eyebrows shot up.


“Do you think you might want to go out sometime?”


That got her attention. Sophie looked up from the paper so fast it was almost comical.


“What? No, I don’t.”


Davy was taken aback, and it must have shone on his face.


“Oh, no, Davy I’m sorry. It’s just…I like you and all, but….Well, for one thing, didn’t you just ask out Julie?” They both looked over at the other side of the diner and Julie and Davy both winked at each other. Luckily, neither noticed Sophie rolling her eyes.


“And, for another…you just aren’t the one I like….” Sophie trailed off, distracted for a moment by the spelling of cobler…no, coobler…no cobller….cobbler?


Davy nodded. “It’s fine. Peter, am I right?”


Sophie pretended she didn’t know what he was talking about. “Peter what?”


“Peter is the one you like, right? I can tell; you’re blushing.”


Sophie didn’t dignify that with comment; she instead focused on the spelling of vegitable…vegtable…


“He likes you, too, you know. I can tell.”


Vegetable could wait. “Really?”


“Oh, yeah…”


“Because he seems really odd whenever I’m around….”


“That’s normal for him. He’s very shy. But if you’ll give him time, he will come around. It just takes him awhile to warm up to girls he likes.”




“Peter’s like a butterfly; if you try to catch it, it’ll just fly off, but if you sit still it will light on your hand.”


Sophie laughed. “I’m not sure he would appreciate you calling him a butterfly.”


“I’ve called him worse, I’m afraid.” Davy looked at his watch. “I’d better get home. Mike worries if I’m out too late.”


“Bye, Davy. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”

“What’s the day after tomorrow?”


Sophie waved her list at him.


“Ah, see you then.” Davy winked once more at Julie, and then slipped outside.











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