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During the school week Maggie remained friendly with Alan but held him at a distance. She talked and joked with him while they worked on the paper but didn't share much about herself so she didn't encourage him to think of her as any more than an acquaintance. Unbeknownst to Maggie, her aloofness was backfiring, making Alan wonder even more about the mysterious girl with the strawberry blonde curls.

Sweaty, smelly and greasy, Micky was very glad to walk into the showers at the YMCA. He couldn't dawdle though-he was already running a little behind schedule as it was. After towelling off and dressing, Micky grabbed his small duffle bag out of the locker and turned to leave. He turned so fast he didn't see another person coming his way and they bumped shoulders.
"Oh I'm sor-hey, Larry!" Micky exclaimed after recognizing a high school chum.
"Well, if it isn't Micky Dolenz as I live and breathe!" grinned the other young man. "How have you been? You're as skinny as you were in high school!"
Micky chuckled at that, "I've been good. How about you?"
The two guys stood there and talked, losing track of time until Micky happened to glance at his watch, which read 7:40.
"Oh no!" he gasped, his heart dropping to his knees. "Listen, great to catch up with you, Larry but I gotta run-my girlfriend's gonna kill me!"
"Not so sure I'd be in a hurry for that," Larry called out to him, but Micky was already a good distance down the street.

At the diner, Maggie wasn't exactly feeling murderous but she wasn't too happy, either. At 7:15 she finally decided to order something to eat, figuring Micky was just running late. Also, she was getting tired of the dirty looks from the waitresses because she was sitting there alone on a busy Friday night. At 7:30 she started to get worried. By 7:45 she was near tears and imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios. Micky was usually running a few minutes late but never this late. Finally she gave up looking at the door whenever someone walked in because it was just too disappointing to not see him enter. She was just about to leave to call the pad when Micky finally did walk in a little past eight.
"Oh Maggie, I'm so sorry," he apologized as he breathlessly slid into the seat across from her. He took both her hands in his and kissed them.
"I was beginning to really worry," she reprimanded, trying not to let him see the teardrops she knew were on her lashes. "What on earth kept you? Something at work?"
"Not-not exactly," he faltered nervously, feeling awful she'd been sitting there worried sick while he'd just been gabbing.
"Well, what then?" she was curious. "It couldn't have been traffic because you walked."
"I ran into an old buddy from high school," he confessed quickly, wanting to get it over and done with. Micky kept his eyes glued to the table, not wanting to see the anger, or worse, hurt, on her face. "And I lost track of time. I'm really sorry, hon. It won't happen again, I promise."
Micky braced himself for the wrath of a red-headed woman, but none came.
"Well, it's too late to see the movie we were planning on, but I'll have a slice of pie while you have your supper," Maggie said.
"You mean you're not mad?" he asked incredulously. Maggie was actually seething on the inside but she was trying to work on her temper.
"Well, I'm a little annoyed but it's not worth getting that upset over," she shrugged. "Things happen, I understand."
Micky was finally able to let out a sigh of relief, "You're the grooviest girlfriend ever, Maggie."
"And don't you forget it," she teased, but was only half joking.

A few mights later Maggie again had to swallow her anger after the Monkees played at the Hoot'n'Nanny Club. Part of Micky's job as a performer, she knew, was to interact with the audience after the show. That of course included flirting with the girls in the crowd. Out of respect for Maggie he usually limited himself to fifteen minutes, no more. This night however, Micky was carrying on much longer than ususal after the show and not seeming to mind this aspect of his job one bit.
"You swallow a lemon? What's wrong with you tonight?" Anna asked Maggie, noting the usually dour look on her face.
"Nothing," said Maggie sharply, which was a dead give away that something was indeed wrong.
"I don't buy that for a minute."
"It's just...Micky certainly seems to be enjoying the girls fawning all over him tonight."
"Oh Maggie, they do that every night the guys play. You know it's just part of the act."
"Easy for you to say. Peter gets so shy he only stays for a few minutes to talk with the audience after the show," Maggie was quick to point out. Peter was in the green room now, waiting for the crowd to thin before he emerged. "Micky used to flirt a little and then come right over to me. And last Friday he was over an hour late for our date."
"DId he have a good excuse?"
Maggie rolled her eyes, "He ran into an old friend and lost track of time."
"That's lame," agreed Anna. "Did you get mad?"
"I was mad but I didn't get mad," she explained. "I told him I understood."
Anna folded her arms across her chest and stared at Maggie, "Girl, what did you go and do a fool thing like that for? You gotta tell him how you really feel."
In her heart Maggie knew her best friend was right. Yet she had this fear of coming off to Micky as being too controlling or keeping him on a tight leash. A part of her also feared that he would break up with her if she didn't put on the act of being understanding all the time. After finally getting a boyfriend, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him, even if that meant keeping her true feelings hidden.
"Maybe," was all Maggie would committ to, leaving Anna to shake her head and sigh.

To be continued!

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On the other side of the room Mike watched as Micky slipped his arm a giggly blonde's waist. The wool-hatted man did not look too happy and neither, he observed, did Maggie.
"Hey, Mick, I think we better wrap things up here," Mike said cheerily, and rather loudly. "You know we still have to take your girlfriend home."
The blonde stopped giggling and suddenly excused herself. The drummer shot his friend an annoyed look, "That was rude."
"No, rude is ignoring your girlfriend when she's sitting over there looking miserable," Mike corrected him, nodding towards Maggie. "I don't think she likes you paying attention to all those girls."
"Don't be ridiculous, Maggie's not like that," he protested. "She understands it's all part of the act and that there's nothing going on."
"Well then you tell me why she looks like she'd rather be anywhere else?" Mike asked him in a soft but scolding tone. Micky just shrugged. If Maggie was upset about something, he was sure he'd hear about it sooner or later.

"You're kind of quiet tonight. Anything wrong?" asked Micky as he and Maggie walked back to their building. Maybe Mike was right. She didn't seem quite like herself.
"Just tired I guess," she replied, wondering how Micky could be so oblivious to what was really bothering her. If she had to tell him, then she'd just keep him guessing, reasoned her stubborn mind. "It's been a long week."
"Yeah," Micky agreed half-heartedly, disappointed in Maggie's mood. "Maybe you should turn in early for a change and get a good night's sleep."
They walked the rest of the way home in relative silence. Micky gave her a brief kiss outside her door before saying goodnight and she closed the door a little harder than necessary when he left. Maggie let the tears fall as she prepared for bed while Micky walked into the pad convinced all Maggie needed was some well-deserved rest, and she'd be back to her old self soon.

"You're home early," Mike couldn't help but remark as Micky shut the door behind him.
"Maggie's tired," replied Micky a bit sharply. "They're working her too hard at the bookstore and on the paper, but you know her, she won't say 'no' to anything, even when the hours get to be too much."
Mike shifted in his seat, unsure of how to broach this sensitive topic, "Are you sure, Mick? That just doesn't sound like her. She just looked so unhappy tonight."
"I think I know her a little better than you, Mike," Micky snapped defensively, and turned to go up the stairs. He stopped in the middle of the staircase. "I don't see what business it is of yours anyway."
"It's my business because you vowed to me that you'd never hurt her!" shouted Mike. He rose from his chair, fists clenched in anger by his side. It was probably a good thing Micky was out of arm's reach.
"Pretty big talk for someone who spends most of his evenings alone!" Micky shot back, knowing he was hitting below the belt but not really caring, and completely forgetting that he'd spent most of his evenings home alone too before Maggie came into his life.
"In case you've forgotten, you're here tonight, too!" yelled Mike, seriously wondering if he should run up the stairs and deck that squirrely drummer. Micky turned on his heel and slammed the bedroom door behind him so hard that the pad shook.
Mike stayed downstairs until he heard Peter and Davy's voices outside. He hightailed it up to the bedroom then, not wanting to face his nosy roommates. In their room Micky lay in the dark on his bed but Mike knew he was still awake. For one thing, Micky wasn't snoring and for another, he was flat onhis back, hands behind his head. From when he was a tiny baby Micky had almost always slept on his stomach or his side. Mike started to say something, decided against it and for the first time since Micky had moved in, did not say goodnight to his roommate.

To be continued!

Nora

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This story makes me think of The Beatles' tune "You're Gonna Lose That Girl"

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That would have been a good title, Andrea! Both Micky and Maggie are going to show that they are "gloriously human" in this story

Nora

Sorry for the lack of updates on this one. Stupid migraine prevented me from posting tonight so hopefully tomorrow night

Nora