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"I Met a Girl Who Sang the Blues - Part 6"



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 Six

In Which Sophie Encounters Ghosts From The Past (No Christmas Pun Intended), Davy Does The Impossible, Mike Finds Himself In A Closet (Again), And Myrtle Surprises Micky (Although This Isn’t Uncommon)


Since Thanksgiving had been such a huge monetary blow-out, the Monkees decided against throwing a Christmas party. Niles, another neighbor from down the street was having one, though, and it would seem as though he invited everyone within a two block radius, whether he knew them or not.


And so, December twenty-second found all four Monkees, Sophie, Hilda, Myrtle, and Julie (the waitress Sophie had hooked Davy up with) walking up to Niles’ house together.  Myrtle had cooked up some more of her green marshmallow cookies, and Davy had somehow managed to make a casserole successfully.


As soon as they entered the party, they all split apart into couples; Micky and Myrtle somehow disappearing soon after, not to be seen again until the next evening (although that will be explained further in all due time), Davy dragging Julie off to dance to the Christmas music blaring somewhat too loudly from Niles’ record player. Mike began searching for Niles, Hilda following closely behind, looking nervous about being among so many people she didn’t know. Peter and Sophie glanced at each other. Someone who knew Peter called out his name from across the room, and he glanced over. When he looked back, Sophie was gone.




Sophie, in fact, had been pulled off into the crowd by Myrtle. “Sophie, you’ll never believe it!” Myrtle was pulling her along by her elbow.


“What won’t I believe?” Sophie was slightly irritated.


“I found Niles!”


“That’s wonderful….” She tried to pull her elbow loose, but Myrtle kept a good hold.


“But Sophie, it’s Niles…”


“Niles who?”


“Our Niles,” Myrtle answered, still dragging Sophie along for a bit then stopping next to the Niles in question.


Niles was about the same height as Peter, with white-blonde hair and a somewhat permanent look of not being all there. But when he saw Sophie, he lit up.


“Oh,” Sophie exclaimed. “Our Niles!”


He laughed and swung her around. “Sophie, babe! When did you get here?”


“Since Thanksgiving, man, when did you get here?”


“Five months ago…”


Sophie pulled away suddenly. “James isn’t with you, is he?”


Niles shook his head, and then motioned out the window. “Hey, let’s catch up outside…where it’s quieter?”


She looked around. Peter was nowhere to be seen. “Sure.”




It was unusually cool outside. Niles didn’t live on the beach like the others did, rather he had a back yard with a fence, and you could climb over the fence and cut through his neighbor’s yard to get to the beach. Sophie and Niles sat in the grass facing the house with their backs against the fence.


“You and Myrtle left the Village before I did…How come it took so long to get here?”


“We ran out of money somewhere near Memphis and had to work our way cross country.” Sophie picked at a few blades of grass. “What happened to James?”


Niles shrugged. “He hung around for awhile, but he couldn’t stay…he said the memories haunted him.” Sophie snorted lightly. “Don’t do that, you didn’t see him…”


Sophie glared at Niles. “And you didn’t see me after he pushed me down that flight of stairs?”


Niles flinched, somewhat guiltily. “Don’t do that….”


Sophie glared some more, but then let up. “Go on.”


“I don’t know where he is. Maybe San Francisco, maybe Seattle, or maybe even Miami.”




Niles shrugged. “You know James, totally random….”


Sophie nodded. “How long has it been since you saw him?”


“The day I left New York five months ago….Why are you so anxious about it?”


“I don’t want him sneaking up on me unexpectedly. I’ve moved on, I have a new life…And I don’t want James McCallister to be any part of it. If he knew where I was he would ruin everything and you know it.” She glared again at Niles. “He won’t find out where I am, right?”


Niles nodded. “Your secret is safe with me.”


Sophie continued to glare. “It had better be. If he sneaks up on me anytime soon, I’ll be holding your sorry ass to blame….”


He flapped his hands. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. He won’t find you through me.”


Sophie nodded and relaxed. She spotted Peter through the window, but he didn’t see her. She smiled slightly watching him, forgetting for a moment about Niles.


“Oh….I see how it is.”


“The dope’s goin’ to your head, man, I don’t know what you mean….”


Niles laughed. “Keeps your eyes in your head, Louie. He’s not your type.”


Sophie grimaced. “Don’t call me that. I hate that.”


He nodded. “Right sorry….”


“And what do you mean not my type?”


“Man, you really have changed. Peter’s an alright guy; sweet, very nice….too nice for you.”


“I can go for sweet and nice….”


“Not the Sophie I knew, who used to….”


Sophie shook her head. “No, no let’s not get into what Sophie used to do.”


Niles didn’t say anything. Sophie pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed. “But maybe you’re right….Maybe there is too big a difference.”


Niles stood up. “Oh, you know better than to listen to me. Do what you want….”


Sophie stayed sitting as Niles went back in to his party. She stayed outside for a long while.




Peter had given up trying to find Sophie, and was sitting on the couch in between Mike and some girl he thought he had seen out walking on the beach. She was pretty in a very obvious way; long, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, medium height, curvy. Peter was trying to ignore her, despite the fact that she was sitting quite closer than was necessary and was batting her eyes at him.


After the second time Peter had offered to get her a tissue for whatever was in her eye, she sighed and walked off. After she was gone, Mike leaned over to him. “Hey, Pete, I think she was flirting with you.”


“What?” Peter looked over at the deserted spot next to him distractedly. “No, no, she couldn’t have been…”


“Man, what’s up with you tonight? You’re actin’ really weird.”


Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m going to get some food, you want anything?”


Mike motioned to the still full plate of food he had on his lap. “No, I’m good.”


Peter nodded, still a bit distractedly, and wandered off to the kitchen. Despite the fact that the house was full of people, the kitchen was empty except for one person; Peter’s friend from the couch. He waved a bit shyly as she walked over.


“Hello, Peter. I was just about to come find you again….” She was, yet again, standing too close, cornering Peter against the bend in the countertop.


“Oh, well, uhm….”


She had somehow anchored him to her, one arm around the front of his torso to his waist, and the other slipped through his arm. He tried to pull away, but the woman was stronger than she looked.


Peter was desperately looking around, trying to find a way out. There was none. But quite suddenly, she was kissing him, and he stopped trying to get away. In fact, he stopped thinking at all, rather he decided to give in to the woman and let himself be swept away.


He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, or how many people may have passed through the kitchen, simply ignoring them, but when they finally broke apart, Peter instinctively looked towards the door. Sure enough, Sophie stood there.  


She didn’t look angry. In fact, she didn’t look like anything. Peter gaped at her for a moment before, very abruptly, she turned and headed towards the front door. Peter managed to extricate himself from the woman, who looked quite livid at him doing so, and he managed to catch up with Sophie at the front of the house. She had just reached out to open the door when he caught hold of her arm.


“Sophie, wait. I can explain…”


She turned. “Explain what? You’re free to kiss who you’d like, Peter, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or something…”


She went to open the door again, but he hadn’t let go. “You could be,” Peter said quietly, almost too quietly for her to hear.


Sophie sighed and turned back towards him again. “I could be what?,” she asked, although fully knowing the answer.


“My girlfriend. You know, if you wanted to….” He let go of her arm.


Sophie looked down at the floor. The truth was, walking in on Peter and whos-a-futz-it hadn’t bothered her. True, she wanted to slap the woman, but she wasn’t mad at Peter. The woman lived next to Sophie and she had seen her come home at all hours of night with a bigger variety of men than your average crayon box had colors. What was bothering her was that Niles had had a point outside. They were different. Maybe too different.


She shook her head. “No, Peter. I don’t think I could.” She reached out for the door, and this time he let her go, watching her disappear into the front yard, feeling as if the whole house was crumbling around him.




While the drama inside was unfolding, Micky and Myrtle had slipped outside and walked down to the beach, both preferring the quiet sound of the ocean to the loud noises of the party. It was slightly cooler than it usually was, and they both were bundled up in their coats and they walked with their arms tight around each other.


They walked in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth they were getting from each other. Micky broke this silence.


“Just wondering….How did you and Sophie know Niles?”


“He used to live near us in the Village. He had a roommate named James, and he and Sophie were together for a long while.”


“What happened?”


Myrtle stayed silent for a while. “That’s a long story, but James wasn’t a very good boyfriend, and one day he went to far. Sophie waited until he and Niles went on a trip to Washington and then we packed up and headed out. We got as far as Memphis before we ran out of money, and then we just worked our way cross country until we got here.”


“Why did you come with her?”


“I couldn’t let her go alone. She took me in when I had no place to go….She protected me, made sure I didn’t get into any trouble….For a change, she needed me.”


Micky nodded. “Is he here now?”


“Who? Oh, James you mean? No, Niles said he was either in San Francisco or Miami or something like that. But I don’t know if I trust Niles. He and James were really close, and he may let James know where Sophie is….Maybe not on purpose, but there is always that possibility.”


Micky nodded some more. “I hope he doesn’t show up. If you had to leave….”


Myrtle stopped walking. “I don’t think I could leave. Sophie’s gotten over it, she’s a big girl. I’d want to stay here with you.”


Micky kissed the top of her head. “I want you to stay here with me, too.”


They walked for a while longer. Micky broke the silence again. “I want to ask you something….” He sounded nervous.


“Yeah, okay….Shoot.”


“I was thinking of taking a road trip.”


“Oh, really?”


“Yeah. I thought of taking the car, driving for a while. Maybe get to Las Vegas.”


“And what exactly would you do in Vegas?”


“Well, I don’t have much money, so I wouldn’t go to any of the casinos….But I have heard that you can get married there.”


Myrtle stopped walking again. “And who exactly are you planning on marrying?”


“You, if you’d like,” he looked down at her, realizing how unlikely her saying yes was.


Myrtle knew how spontaneous Micky was, how random his acts were. This seemed like a spur of the moment thing, and she thought about how likely it was that he could wake up in the morning, regretting this moment.


But she didn’t care. “Alright.”


Micky blinked in surprise, but they turned around and headed back toward the apartment, where they hopped in to the Monkeemobile and headed towards Las Vegas.




Mike couldn’t find anyone he knew. Davy had already left with Julie, who was apparently indisposed and had burst into tears when she had dropped a cracker on the floor. Davy had taken her home after she had calmed down a bit.


Mike hadn’t even seen Micky ever since they had walked in. Peter had left an hour ago, looking like he was about to burst into tears, but he told Mike that he was fine. Sophie had disappeared as well, and Hilda hadn’t been seen since that guy, Frank, had pulled her off to dance.


Mike had long since given up trying to find his friends. Now he was trying to find a quiet place to think. He tried the bathroom, but it was occupied. He was now hunting for a closet. The first one he tried had a couple in it, but the second one was free. Or so he thought.


After Mike had closed the door, he turned on the light. To his great surprise Hilda was there. Mike jumped and they both screamed. Mike fervently hoped that the shriller sounding scream was Hilda’s.


“What are you doing here?” He asked after calmed down.


“I vas trying to find a place for quiet. Vat are you doing here?”


Mike sighed and sat down on a trunk. “More or less the same thing.”


Hilda sat down across from him on a box. “You don’t like zis party much either?”


“Oh I like it fine. I just don’t like it past three hours.”


“I vas thinking of going home soon….Vould you like to valk with me?”


Mike shrugged. “I don’t know where anyone else is. I don’t want to leave anyone here alone….”


“You care for your friends very much. I think zis is very sveet.”


Mike felt a heat flush mysteriously up his neck. “Thank you.”


“Zophie left early. She looked very sad. I think she does not get sad very often.”


“Yeah, Peter left earlier, too. Maybe something happened between the two of them.”


“I really should go, zen.”


“Yeah, I’ll go too….In any event, I’m just about tired of this party.” He stood up and held out his hand to help Hilda up. The closet was smallish and cramped, so it was only natural that when the pair of them were standing up they were very close. Mike was only a little bit taller than Hilda, so he was looking down in her eyes.


Mike flashed back to the couple of moments with Sophie, and thought about how different it was. With Sophie it was spontaneous and….well, flingy. When Hilda kissed him, it was with so much more feeling and meaning, Mike nearly rocked back.


When they broke apart, Mike looked down at her. Hilda smiled back at him. He rubbed the back of her neck a bit. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”


As they left the closet, Mike’s arm still around Hilda’s shoulders, Davy popped up. “Oh, Mike, there you are! Are you about ready to go?”


“Uh, yeah. I’ll be home after I walk Hilda back.”


Davy’s eyes suddenly shifted from Mike to Hilda as if just seeing her. “Oh….Oh! Sure, yeah. Peter and Mick back there yet?”


“Peter, I think. Make sure he’s okay when you get there, I think something happened with him and Sophie.”


Davy nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you later.”


Before Davy walked off, Mike asked him, “Hey, what happened with Julie?”


Davy rolled his eyes. “She’s crazy. She cried all the way to her house, and then all three of her roommates ganged up on me, demanding to know what I did to her. I’ve decided; I’m swearing off girls. For one whole month until this bad streak is over. A whole month!”


Mike snorted. “I’ll believe that when it really happens.” And he and Hilda headed towards the door.




When Mike eventually got home (an hour and a half later) it was to find the car out of the garage, Micky nowhere to be seen, and Davy was sitting in the living room reading a magazine and obviously trying to stay awake.


“Hey, man, where’re Peter and Micky?”


“Well, I don’t know about Micky, but he took the car, so I guess he’ll be back soon. And Peter is pacing upstairs. I tried to talk to him, but he yelled at me.”

“He yelled at you?”


“Yeah! He told me he didn’t want to see anyone and to leave him well enough alone.”


Mike looked upstairs to the room he shared with Peter. “That doesn’t sound like him….Maybe I should try and talk to him.”


Davy nodded. “Good luck. I’m going to bed.”


“Goodnight.” Mike went through the living room, turning off the lights and making sure all the doors were locked. Then he went upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door. When he didn’t hear an answer, he opened the door anyway.


Peter had stopped pacing and was sitting on his bed, head in his hands. Mike hadn’t ever seen him like this. He looked up when he heard the door, his eyes bloodshot.


“Hey, shotgun. What’s going on?”


Peter shook his head and then looked back down at the floor again. Mike sat down next to his friend on the bed and nudged him with his shoulder. “Come on, man. You know if you don’t talk about it neither of us can go to sleep….”


“Just leave off it, Michael. I’m not going to sleep anyway,” he said irritably, standing up.


Mike was shocked. “Pete, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that, to me or anyone.”


Peter scowled and crossed his arms, kicking at the floor with his shoe. But then he sighed and turned away, his shoulders shaking a bit. “I’m sorry,” he choked out.


Mike looked at the floor, now feeling uncomfortable. “It’s all right, man. Just….just calm down and tell me what’s going on.”


Peter wiped his face with one of his sleeves and sat on Mike’s bed. “Sophie hates me,” he whispered.


“What? I’m sure she doesn’t….”


“Yes, she does. You remember the other night when we all went to the club?” Mike nodded.


“Well, after I walked home with Sophie, I…I kissed her.”


Mike looked confused. “That’s no reason for her to hate you.”


“No, that’s not it. Tonight at the party, she saw me and that girl from the couch…kissing in the kitchen.”


“Oh! I see….Did she yell or….”


Peter shook his head. “No, no, no. I tried to apologize, but she said that I was free to kiss however I wanted, and that she wasn’t my girlfriend. I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend, but she said no and….” Peter made a shooing motion towards the door and then buried his head in his hands again.


Mike sat silent for a while. “I’m sorry, Peter. Maybe she just wants to be friends with you….Or maybe you need to talk to her about this…”


Peter shook his head some more. “How can I face her again?”


Mike went and sat next to Peter on the other bed. He hesitated, but put his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Now, don’t worry about that. She’ll come over again soon and when you see her you’ll know what to say.” Peter looked on the verge of tears again. Mike jostled him some.


“Seriously, Pete. It’ll all be okay. You want me to talk to her?”


Peter looked comically horrified for a moment and shook his head. “No!”


Mike laughed and stood up. “Get off my bed, man, and go to sleep. Things’ll look better in the morning.”


Peter stood up, but walked towards the door. “I think I’ll go for a walk.”


“It’s the middle of the night!”


Peter shot a look at Mike and he backed off. “Stop worrying, Michael.”


Mike nodded. “Fair enough. Just don’t go too far.”


Peter looked a bit surprised that Mike had actually listened, but he headed out the door. Mike started getting ready for bed, but knew that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until Peter came back in. He didn’t come back until dawn.








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