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"I Met a Girl Who Sang the Blues - Part 10"
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 Ten
In Which One Door Is Closed, But Many More Are Opened, And Sophie Says Good-Bye (But Perhaps Not To Who You Think)
Wednesday morning dawned grey and cold. It didn’t quite look like it was going to rain, but it did look pretty miserable out, which fit perfectly with Peter’s mood when he woke up. He looked at the clock. Nine a.m; four hours until Sophie’s plane was supposed to leave. Peter groaned, but pushed himself up out of bed anyway and got ready.
There was a very somber mood in the apartment throughout the day. Peter moved about listlessly, not able to concentrate on one thing long enough to complete it and not able to sit still for longer than a few minutes. The other three watched their friend sadly, his depressed mood seeping through the rooms like a fog.
At fifteen after twelve, Myrtle and Hilda both came over, looking as if they had been crying for most of the morning. “I just called for a cab. It should be here soon,” Myrtle said thickly, sounding like she had a cold. She nodded out the balcony door. “Sophie’s out on the beach. Peter, do you mind going and getting her?”
Everyone turned to look at Peter. He felt like simply sitting in the floor and saying no. He didn’t really feel like asking Sophie to stay because he knew she would say no. He didn’t know if he could handle that right now. But everyone was staring at him, and he knew they wanted him to at least try. He sighed and walked towards the door.
Sophie was very easy to find, seeing as the beach was practically deserted. She sat in the sand, staring off at the ocean but not really seeing it. Peter sat next to her. She looked over.
“Hey, Pete.”
“Hi. Myrtle said a cab was going to be here soon.”
She sighed. “Yeah. I guess I’d better go in and say goodbye.” She looked at Peter, opening her mouth to say something else, but Peter interrupted her.
“I don’t want you to go.”
Sophie’s face went blank. “I have to.”
“Why?”
Sophie shook her head. “I’ve done nothing but cause you misery since I got here, and I’m not going to keep doing it.”
“That deal with James wasn’t your fault….”
“If I hadn’t been here, he wouldn’t have shown up! And James isn’t the sort of person who gives up; he’ll be back, and when he does I won’t be here.” She turned a bit so she was facing Peter. She reached up and touched the side of his face, gently running her thumb over the fading bruise beneath his eye.
“It broke my heart to see you hurt, and if I can do something to prevent that….”
Peter took her hand in his. “You don’t think you’re hurting me now?”
Sophie looked away, not saying anything. Peter let go of her hand and she hugged her knees tight to her chest.
Peter thought for a moment about what to say next. “You know….a bruise can heal, but if you left….” He paused, thinking some more. “There’s no coming back from that.”
Sophie had been looking away from him, and so it wasn’t until he heard her sniff quietly that he realized she was crying. Peter reached out gently and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She let her head fall back on his chest and they sat like that for awhile, watching the waves roll in and out together.
Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew he had to say. “Sophie, I know that you leaving wouldn’t hurt as much if….if I didn’t love you.” He felt her freeze against him. “But if you really want to go, tell me and I won’t say another word about it….” He had meant to say ‘except goodbye’, but the words stuck in his throat.
Sophie tensed up slightly. “I love you too, Pete.” Peter felt a warmth spread through his body, feeling a twinge of hope.
“You’ll stay, then?”
Sophie moved away from Peter far enough so she could see him. “Yes, I’ll stay,” she said beginning to smile. Peter breathed a huge sigh of relief and Sophie laughed. Peter began to lean forward to kiss her, but Myrtle walked up just then.
“Hey, Sophie, the cabs’ here.”
Sophie reached into a pocket and pulled out an airline ticket. “Here. Tell him free trip to Chicago on me and bon voyage.”
Myrtle looked confused between the ticket and Sophie and then gasped. “You’re staying?”
Sophie nodded happily. Myrtle clapped. “Oh, thank you,” she said hugging Peter around the neck, and then moving on to Sophie. “Thank you, thank you! I’m going to tell the others!” Myrtle rushed off towards the apartment.
This time, Peter leaned forward and kissed Sophie before anyone else could come interrupting them. This time, it worked; no friends coming in at the last minute or really bad aim. It felt like a first kiss; completely blissful.
They stayed there on the beach for what seemed like a long, long while, but when they pulled away from each other they could just hear the sounds of their friends celebrating from the apartment behind them.
Sophie smiled at Peter. “What do you say we get away from them for a little while?”
He thought about it. “If you’re up for a walk, there’s something up the beach that way….” He nodded towards the cave.
They stood up and moved off together down the beach, their arms tight around each other, both feeling completely at peace.
This time, they both knew it was going to last.
