Chapter One - Forget That Girl

The Monkees sat around the pad one evening, just chilling. Mike sat on a chair, writing a song. Micky sat on another chair, leaning back and thinking about his girlfriend, Clara. Davy was, of course, filing his nails. Last, but certainly not least, Peter sat strumming at his bass.

"Mick, you gotta get over that chick," Mike said suddenly, looking up at Micky.

"Yeah," Davy added in.

Shaking his head, Micky replied, "I don't know why you guys don't like her, but she loves me, and I love her."

"Mick, she's just using you... for what I don't know. But she is," Peter said, not looking up from his bass.

Micky let out a sigh. "Guys..."

"Forget that girl," Davy crooned, "Even though you find it's hard." Micky shook his head and stood up.

"You guys are wrong. You just don't want to admit that she's a great chick." With that, he walked to his bedroom, the rest of the gang shaking their heads.

Micky fell back upon his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 'They don't know what they're talking about. She loves me. She'd never use me, she'd never cheat on me... Right? I mean, when have I ever doubted that? She's always been there for me...' he thought. Grunting in fustration, he rolled over onto his stomach and fell asleep.

.Chapter.Two.