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kittencuffs came up with a little Monkees fic story idea last night. We talked about it a bit after watching "Fairy Tale," "The Devil and Peter Tork" and "Monkee Mother" and before that we played Sims Castaway and yes I made the Monkees (and me and her for the ladies ratio). And before that I made Monkee Miis. You know the little icony people for the Wii sports games. I played bowling with Peter and a little bit of baseball with everyone (including the pre Sci-fi cast of MST3K and the Hogwarts Trio and our own little Miis.)
Anyway, so fleshing out a few minor ideas last night I ended up spending two and a half hours writing the intro of HER story. Lol. She hasn't even read it yet. (Go to the board for further detail,kittencuffs)
But I thought I would post it here since if she does tackle this completely by herself it'll never see the light of LJ. She'll rewrite this a bit and make it a TON more.. better... But remember I haven't written anything in ...years and I did this from 2-4:30 am. I haven't a clue WHY it took soooo long. It's not even that much. (And yes we used our own named in this for a lack of thinking up others at this moment.)
But this isn't that slash I was talking about in my previous journal, cuz it's her idea.
Basically Peter's new girlfriend has a twin sister, who Davy befriends and Micky falls for. Micky doesn't know there's two of them... until a bit later. (That's a small side story, Maybe. Probably will be resolved quickly. And Davy doesn't have a romance with her, OMG. We made that a point for a later joke.) Anyway, after that gets cleared up, more stuff hits the fan for Micky when he discovers Mike has a bit of a thing for her. Micky enlists Davy's "help" (Davy's a bit smarter to really take sides) to construct some outrageous competition for Allison's affections. Mike is reluctant to comply, but Micky starts pushing his buttons. (Probably the ones on his cute little hat, literally.) Allison figures this out quickly and Davy convinces her to let them sort it out, the children. Meanwhile, the boys get Lara (that's Peter's girl) and Allison constantly confused. All except Peter, who notices exceptionally random tiny details easily. And what's Davy got going on with a new girl on his arm every hour?
Alright that was terribly long. Some of those details are bound to change.
Peter bounded into the living room, wearing the tux from his latest gig with the Beach Side orchestra (name pending), a smile on his face, and dragging his beloved harp in an actual case.
Mike glanced over from the stove, for once not wearing his wool hat but instead using it as a pot holder. "Aw, Pete, you forgot to change your shoes," Mike spoke a bit disappointingly, dishing the soup into the bowls at the table.
Peter looked down at his dirty Converses and shrugged, still beaming, "Lara thought they were cute." Lara was the cellist of the orchestra Peter was sitting in with.
"Oh, she did, huh?"
"Yep."
"You're really sweet on her, huh?"
"The feeling's mutual."
"Aw, thanks." Mike gave a coy smile and Peter frowned in confusion at his joke.
"Hey, Peter! You finally got a case for that thing!" Micky half slid down the spiral railing and half fell into Peter who had left the harp and was heading upstairs.
"Yeah, Lara got it for me after I nearly dropped the harp on her the other night. Second-hand but it's got wheels and everything."
"Then why don't you wheel it--" Mike began but Peter had already disappeared to change for dinner. "Hey, Mick, move that thing, will ya, please? Where's Davy? I thought he said he'd be home from his job before Peter was."
Micky shrugged, pulling the harp towards the rehearsal stage, "Beats me, I guess he's still out."
"I wonder why he wouldn't mention what the job was. He didn't seem embarrassed about it none. Kinda looked forward to it, I think." Mike frowned in thought, carefully setting the spoons and knives out for their soup and biscuits, which Micky was supposed to have done before hand.
"Wait a minute, he's coming up the beach now," Micky stood on tip-toe for no reason at all looking out the picture window. He gave a dramatic gasp, turning to Mike. "And he's with a girl!"
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Why am I not surprised?" He shook his head. Well, at least Peter would be bringing in some money. Their electricity bill would arrive this week and they were behind on their rent. Again. He hoped the guys wouldn't be able to tell the difference between rabbit and chicken.
"C'mon, Davy wouldn't blow off a job for a date." Micky walked back into the kitchen, deciding to help out with filling drinks.
Mike chuckled, "Oh really? Look, we'll just ask him right out, okay? Maybe she's his job."
"What?"
"Maybe she paid him to be her date at a party or something. Did you get a good look at her?"
"Kinda. Why?"
"Did she look like the kind of girl to pay for a date?"
Micky frowned, "Gosharoony, that's a bit much."
"Naw, I just meant--"
A knock on the door stopped him and before Micky could go answer it, Pete was at it, all the way from upstairs in a flash, dressed in brown shorts, an orange paisley shirt and no shoes, "Got it!"
He answered the door to Davy and a woman with straw blond hair and doe eyes. Peter frowned slightly and Davy recognized the look he was giving his date. Like when the wheels in poor Peter's head hadn't been greased properly. Davy frowned in return. Whatever Peter was attempting to figure out he could do it later.
"Peter? I forgot my key. Let us in?"
Nothing.
"Peter?"
Peter shook himself from his thoughts and smiled, stepping aside, "Hi, I'm Peter. That's Micky and Mike in the kitchen there. Mike's wearing the apron."
Mike immediately scrambled to rid himself of the ruffled thing.
"Does she look like a woman who'd pay?" Micky muttered.
Mike gave a polite smile answering from the corner of his mouth while Davy shut the door, "Not for Davy."
"Maybe she got half off. You know, a smaller price." Micky snickered, leaning against the table. Mike pulled him away by the belt loop as to not disturb the place settings.
"Hi," Mike nodded to her and Micky merely waved. Up close now, she was, well, enchanting. Micky felt like breaking into some Shakespeare, but resisted.
The woman smiled to them and then turned to Davy, "Well, thanks for showing up. I had a good time. Thanks, Davy."
She held out her hand for him to shake. Davy did with a contented smile to the others' wonderment and opened the door for her, clutching the hand she had held.
Well, Micky thought, glad to know it isn't serious.
Davy waved her goodbye and shut the door.
Peter sighed, wiggling his toes in a slightly nervous manner, "Gee, Dave, I guess it didn't go so well... She didn't even kiss you." He shrugged.
"Yeah. You. Davy Jones." Mike laughed, taking a bit of pleasure in this. If he had known about this before he might have been able to even venture a 'Told Ya So'.
But Davy was still smiling and looked rather pleased with himself. He uncurled a piece of paper from his hand like part of a magic trick, "I think this makes up for no kiss goodnight."
"Is that a check?" Micky took a few long strides over, taking it from Davy's hand, "See, Mike, I told you he wasn't sneakin' off! 25 bucks!"
"Wait, how did you get that?" Peter frowned, the wheels fighting to grind again.
"All I had to do was go out with her."
"Oh merciful heavens..." Mike tossed his hat onto the counter, "You're not serious. Tell me you're not that dumb."
Davy laughed, "Oh, it's not like that, Mike. I answered this agency ad in the paper. We just take girls out and show them a good time. They're not interested in dating or going any further than that. Mostly, they just want attention, some new to chat with. Or in this case, to stop it."
"She paid you to ignore her?" Pete sat at the table as Davy did. Mike still looked upset and Micky looked intrigued, both sitting as well.
"Nah," Davy laughed, "No, some bloke's been bothering her for a while at the Van-Gou-Gou. She just wanted me to keep her company and keep him away."
Micky laughed, "So she asked you? To hold the guy back?"
Davy gave a smirk, "Not exactly. I was shorter than she expected, sure, but it worked out all right. He didn't bother her, seeing her with someone else. And I never gave him a chance to get her alone."
Peter tucked into his soup, "Doesn't she have any friends? I'm sure she has friends. Why didn't she asked one of them?"
"He knows all her friends. This guy was a real jerk from what Allison (name pending) told me."
Mike watching the others a little nervously as they started to eat, but relieved about Davy's check and it's gains.
"Allison..." Micky repeated thoughtfully, "I don't think I've seen her there much. Well, not when we play. She digs the scene, so just not us?" Micky began eating, quietly almost to Davy's utmost surprise. He looked disappointed suddenly. Davy smirked, as Micky had never worried so much if someone liked their music or not.
Peter wore a slight frown, stirring his soup.
"We wouldn't. She's in a band too. The Monster Mermaids." (name pending)
"Hmm, let me guess, country folk?" Mike smiled.
Peter held up a small lump of meat in his spoon, "Is this chicken? It doesn't taste much like chicken..."
kittencuffs came up with a little Monkees fic story idea last night. We talked about it a bit after watching "Fairy Tale," "The Devil and Peter Tork" and "Monkee Mother" and before that we played Sims Castaway and yes I made the Monkees (and me and her for the ladies ratio). And before that I made Monkee Miis. You know the little icony people for the Wii sports games. I played bowling with Peter and a little bit of baseball with everyone (including the pre Sci-fi cast of MST3K and the Hogwarts Trio and our own little Miis.)Anyway, so fleshing out a few minor ideas last night I ended up spending two and a half hours writing the intro of HER story. Lol. She hasn't even read it yet. (Go to the board for further detail,
kittencuffs)But I thought I would post it here since if she does tackle this completely by herself it'll never see the light of LJ. She'll rewrite this a bit and make it a TON more.. better... But remember I haven't written anything in ...years and I did this from 2-4:30 am. I haven't a clue WHY it took soooo long. It's not even that much. (And yes we used our own named in this for a lack of thinking up others at this moment.)
But this isn't that slash I was talking about in my previous journal, cuz it's her idea.
Basically Peter's new girlfriend has a twin sister, who Davy befriends and Micky falls for. Micky doesn't know there's two of them... until a bit later. (That's a small side story, Maybe. Probably will be resolved quickly. And Davy doesn't have a romance with her, OMG. We made that a point for a later joke.) Anyway, after that gets cleared up, more stuff hits the fan for Micky when he discovers Mike has a bit of a thing for her. Micky enlists Davy's "help" (Davy's a bit smarter to really take sides) to construct some outrageous competition for Allison's affections. Mike is reluctant to comply, but Micky starts pushing his buttons. (Probably the ones on his cute little hat, literally.) Allison figures this out quickly and Davy convinces her to let them sort it out, the children. Meanwhile, the boys get Lara (that's Peter's girl) and Allison constantly confused. All except Peter, who notices exceptionally random tiny details easily. And what's Davy got going on with a new girl on his arm every hour?
Alright that was terribly long. Some of those details are bound to change.
Peter bounded into the living room, wearing the tux from his latest gig with the Beach Side orchestra (name pending), a smile on his face, and dragging his beloved harp in an actual case.
Mike glanced over from the stove, for once not wearing his wool hat but instead using it as a pot holder. "Aw, Pete, you forgot to change your shoes," Mike spoke a bit disappointingly, dishing the soup into the bowls at the table.
Peter looked down at his dirty Converses and shrugged, still beaming, "Lara thought they were cute." Lara was the cellist of the orchestra Peter was sitting in with.
"Oh, she did, huh?"
"Yep."
"You're really sweet on her, huh?"
"The feeling's mutual."
"Aw, thanks." Mike gave a coy smile and Peter frowned in confusion at his joke.
"Hey, Peter! You finally got a case for that thing!" Micky half slid down the spiral railing and half fell into Peter who had left the harp and was heading upstairs.
"Yeah, Lara got it for me after I nearly dropped the harp on her the other night. Second-hand but it's got wheels and everything."
"Then why don't you wheel it--" Mike began but Peter had already disappeared to change for dinner. "Hey, Mick, move that thing, will ya, please? Where's Davy? I thought he said he'd be home from his job before Peter was."
Micky shrugged, pulling the harp towards the rehearsal stage, "Beats me, I guess he's still out."
"I wonder why he wouldn't mention what the job was. He didn't seem embarrassed about it none. Kinda looked forward to it, I think." Mike frowned in thought, carefully setting the spoons and knives out for their soup and biscuits, which Micky was supposed to have done before hand.
"Wait a minute, he's coming up the beach now," Micky stood on tip-toe for no reason at all looking out the picture window. He gave a dramatic gasp, turning to Mike. "And he's with a girl!"
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Why am I not surprised?" He shook his head. Well, at least Peter would be bringing in some money. Their electricity bill would arrive this week and they were behind on their rent. Again. He hoped the guys wouldn't be able to tell the difference between rabbit and chicken.
"C'mon, Davy wouldn't blow off a job for a date." Micky walked back into the kitchen, deciding to help out with filling drinks.
Mike chuckled, "Oh really? Look, we'll just ask him right out, okay? Maybe she's his job."
"What?"
"Maybe she paid him to be her date at a party or something. Did you get a good look at her?"
"Kinda. Why?"
"Did she look like the kind of girl to pay for a date?"
Micky frowned, "Gosharoony, that's a bit much."
"Naw, I just meant--"
A knock on the door stopped him and before Micky could go answer it, Pete was at it, all the way from upstairs in a flash, dressed in brown shorts, an orange paisley shirt and no shoes, "Got it!"
He answered the door to Davy and a woman with straw blond hair and doe eyes. Peter frowned slightly and Davy recognized the look he was giving his date. Like when the wheels in poor Peter's head hadn't been greased properly. Davy frowned in return. Whatever Peter was attempting to figure out he could do it later.
"Peter? I forgot my key. Let us in?"
Nothing.
"Peter?"
Peter shook himself from his thoughts and smiled, stepping aside, "Hi, I'm Peter. That's Micky and Mike in the kitchen there. Mike's wearing the apron."
Mike immediately scrambled to rid himself of the ruffled thing.
"Does she look like a woman who'd pay?" Micky muttered.
Mike gave a polite smile answering from the corner of his mouth while Davy shut the door, "Not for Davy."
"Maybe she got half off. You know, a smaller price." Micky snickered, leaning against the table. Mike pulled him away by the belt loop as to not disturb the place settings.
"Hi," Mike nodded to her and Micky merely waved. Up close now, she was, well, enchanting. Micky felt like breaking into some Shakespeare, but resisted.
The woman smiled to them and then turned to Davy, "Well, thanks for showing up. I had a good time. Thanks, Davy."
She held out her hand for him to shake. Davy did with a contented smile to the others' wonderment and opened the door for her, clutching the hand she had held.
Well, Micky thought, glad to know it isn't serious.
Davy waved her goodbye and shut the door.
Peter sighed, wiggling his toes in a slightly nervous manner, "Gee, Dave, I guess it didn't go so well... She didn't even kiss you." He shrugged.
"Yeah. You. Davy Jones." Mike laughed, taking a bit of pleasure in this. If he had known about this before he might have been able to even venture a 'Told Ya So'.
But Davy was still smiling and looked rather pleased with himself. He uncurled a piece of paper from his hand like part of a magic trick, "I think this makes up for no kiss goodnight."
"Is that a check?" Micky took a few long strides over, taking it from Davy's hand, "See, Mike, I told you he wasn't sneakin' off! 25 bucks!"
"Wait, how did you get that?" Peter frowned, the wheels fighting to grind again.
"All I had to do was go out with her."
"Oh merciful heavens..." Mike tossed his hat onto the counter, "You're not serious. Tell me you're not that dumb."
Davy laughed, "Oh, it's not like that, Mike. I answered this agency ad in the paper. We just take girls out and show them a good time. They're not interested in dating or going any further than that. Mostly, they just want attention, some new to chat with. Or in this case, to stop it."
"She paid you to ignore her?" Pete sat at the table as Davy did. Mike still looked upset and Micky looked intrigued, both sitting as well.
"Nah," Davy laughed, "No, some bloke's been bothering her for a while at the Van-Gou-Gou. She just wanted me to keep her company and keep him away."
Micky laughed, "So she asked you? To hold the guy back?"
Davy gave a smirk, "Not exactly. I was shorter than she expected, sure, but it worked out all right. He didn't bother her, seeing her with someone else. And I never gave him a chance to get her alone."
Peter tucked into his soup, "Doesn't she have any friends? I'm sure she has friends. Why didn't she asked one of them?"
"He knows all her friends. This guy was a real jerk from what Allison (name pending) told me."
Mike watching the others a little nervously as they started to eat, but relieved about Davy's check and it's gains.
"Allison..." Micky repeated thoughtfully, "I don't think I've seen her there much. Well, not when we play. She digs the scene, so just not us?" Micky began eating, quietly almost to Davy's utmost surprise. He looked disappointed suddenly. Davy smirked, as Micky had never worried so much if someone liked their music or not.
Peter wore a slight frown, stirring his soup.
"We wouldn't. She's in a band too. The Monster Mermaids." (name pending)
"Hmm, let me guess, country folk?" Mike smiled.
Peter held up a small lump of meat in his spoon, "Is this chicken? It doesn't taste much like chicken..."
