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At least this is one way to avoid them, thought Maggie as she slipped into the back pew of a church sactuary. She had attended church regularly back home but like most college kids her age, had fallen out of the habit. Despite the fact that she had only come for somewhere to go, Maggie found herself enjoying the service. The pastor was younger, energetic and used his sermon to motivate the congregation to social action. Maggie was on her feet singing "We Shall Overcome" with such passion that she almost forgot momentarily about her broken heart.
But not quite.
Maggie tried to make a quick exit but people were crowding the doorways and she reluctantly found herself in line to shake the pastor's hand. After a brief introduction he stated simply to her, "You are troubled."
"Yes," she answered, eyes downcast. Those darn eyes of hers. Sometimes she hated how expressive they were, especially when she wanted to keep her feelings hidden.
"You'll be in my prayers."
"Thank you."
Maggie left feeling her burden had been lifted a little bit. Because it was Sunday and nothing was open, Maggie headed back to her place. She sighed with relief when she entered the building unnoticed. The phone started ringing less than an hour after she got home so she unplugged it with more force than was really necessary. It was better to wallow in her misery than listen to the excuses of that dope and his roommates, she concurred.

The next few days were wretched for both Maggie and Micky. Mike's earlier perception of Maggie's stubborness was becoming increasingly clear. She had obviously taken the phone off the hook, refused to answer the door and promptly shoved back all the notes that were put under it. For the most part Maggie stayed away as much as she could, frequenting the library and a bookstore across town. She didn't dare go into any music store and even took to running on an entirely different section of beach. She couldn't wait for classes to start again.
Micky became more despondent and withdrawn. He felt Maggie's absence and deliberate avoidance of him keenly. The other's were surprised by the depths of his feelings. He came out of his room only to rehearse or eat, the latter of which he was doing with alarming infrequency. Still, he refused to talk about it. He slept at odd hours and when he did, he woke up looking even more tired and haggard. All he could see, even in his sleep, was the hurt expression in Maggie's eyes. By Thursday Peter was ready to call the doctor. Micky looked so bad he wondered if it could be a relapse of the mumps.
"This is getting really bad," he whispered to Davy as he picked up Micky's untouched plate from the table. They had tempted him with pancakes but he'd turned them down and headed back upstairs.
Davy nodded and when Mike returned from getting the mail they called an unoffical meeting.
"We've got to do something about these two," sighed Mike. "It's gettin' to be a stone drag. And Micky's our lead singer and his singing's left somethin' to be desired lately. If he's not more with it by tomorrow we're sunk."
"But Micky's our friend first and bandmate second," Peter gently reminded him. "I know other girls have broken up with him before but this seems to have broken his spirit."
"I think Maggie will change her mind if someone could get a chance to talk to her," Davy insisted.
Peter frowned, "Yeah, but she won't listen to us."
"Well, who will she listen to?" demanded Mike, visibly getting frustrated. He was truly worried about Micky and the worry eating him up presented itself in anger, in typical Mike-fashion.
A knock on the door surprised them all. Curious, Mike went to answer it and found Anna standing there. She explained that she was supposed to meet Maggie but was running early and Maggie wasn't home yet. It was pretty obvious Maggie had not filled Anna in on their situation yet.
"Come on in and wait here, Anna," invited Mike, rays of hope shining in his eyes. She noticed the broad smiles on Peter and David's faces as well. What was going on here?
"Well, I'm glad you're all happy to see me," she said at the warm reception.
"That's putting it mildly," grinned Peter. "You, Anna, are the answer to our prayers."

"So you see, Maggie, Micky had wanted to surprise you with something and needed his sister's help. That's why the boys put on such a charade, so the gift would be kept a secret," Anna concluded after a rather detailed explanation. Maggie hadn't wanted to hear anything about Micky at first, Anna could tell by the quick pace of her walk, but eventually she slowed and listened.
Maggie stopped abruptly, picked up a small piece of driftwood and hurled it back into the sea, "Well, I'm glad to know he wasn't seeing someone else. But I've still been terrible to him, all of them, really. Do you think maybe he'll understand?"
"Look, Maggie, the first time I met Micky he had the mumps and I can honestly say he looked worse today than he did then," she said bluntly. "The boys told me he's hardly eaten or slept for the past few days. He asked me to apologize to you for him. I said that's something only he can do. His eyes were swollen-I think he'd been crying. Please go talk to him, Maggie."
"He cried over me?" she asked in awe. She hadn't known she could stir that much emotion in someone of the opposite sex. She had no idea that her actions had hurt him that much. Of course, she had thought that he would find comfort in the arms of his other girlfriend..."I guess you're right, Anna, I should go talk to him, but he must think I'm such a fool. I don't know how he'll stand the sight of me, though."
"That's not the case," insisted Anna with a small shake of her head. "He's been beating himself up because of how much he hurt you. The other guys are getting really worried."
"Come with me for moral support?" Maggie begged.
"Sure, now let's go."

Peter answered the girls' knock on the door and ushered them in quickly, before Maggie had a chance to change her mind. He enveloped her in a huge bear hug and whispered, "We've missed you."
"I've missed you all, too," she confided, fighting back tears. "And I'm sorry for thinking you were all a bunch of jerks. Is-is Micky here?"
"Upstairs," Mike jerked his thumb towards the staircase.
Maggie drew in a deep breath, squared her shoulders and marched up the stairs, trying to give off an appearance of confidence even though her stomach was in one big knot. Not bothering to knock she turned the knob and entered the bedroom. Micky was sprawled on the bed, tummy-side down as usual, face turned toward the wall. She closed the door behind her, causing it to click softly, alerting him to her presence.
"Oh Mike, I messed this up so bad," Micky groaned, assuming it was his roommate who had walked in. He just couldn't hold his feelings in anymore and always found a good listener in Mike. He kept his face to the wall though; sometimes it was easier to talk to someone when you didn't have to look at them.
Curious as to what Micky had to say when she didn't think she was there, she didn't bother to correct him but remained silent, as she was pretty sure Mike would do.
"I shouldn't have let you guys talk me into pretending I had a job interview. I know you were only trying to help but I-I was the one who loused things up. I miss her so much, Mike. I've never felt this way about another girl. I think she was the only one for me, and now I've lost her."
Hearing the slight tremble in his voice, any remaining coldness in Maggie's heart melted away. She crossed the few feet to his bed and sat beside him, putting a comforting hand to his shoulders. He didn't turn around, and, still thinking she was Mike, continued to pour out his feelings, "I know you said Anna was going to talk to her but I don't know if it will do much good. Maggie can be a bit stubborn sometimes, she said so herself. I-I even miss that stubborness. I'd even settle for her yelling at me just so I could see her again."
Maggie massaged his shoulderlightly, then her hand worked up to his neck and soon was nestled in his thick hair. Oh, she had missed that hair. Micky's eyes flew open and Maggie suppressed a giggle as she felt his body tense beneath her hand.
"Uh, Mike?" he asked in a strangled voice, feeling terribly uncomfortable. He sure wasn't about to turn around and look him in the eyes now!
"Mike's not here," Maggie said quietly, deciding she'd had enough fun, although she had enjoyed watching Micky squirm.
Micky spun around to face her, his lips curving into an embrassed smile, "Maggie! I-I'm so sorry, sweetheart, for everything. I've been a-"
"You just told me, remember?" she asked gently. "The boys told Anna what happened and she told me. I-I know she was your sister now. Boy, do I feel like a fool. I was hoping that you could forgive me for not giving you a chance to explain."
"Only if you forgive me," he countered, a combination of humility and earnestness on his features.
She nodded silently, ignoring the tears that insisted on falling as Micky wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Now that he had her back he didn't want to let go of her.
"Okay, Micky, I need to breathe now," she laughed, pulling back a little but still remaining in his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I guess we should go down and let everyone know that things are okay now," he suggested. Even though Micky would rather have had more time with Maggie alone, he knew there were four people waiting with baited breath downstairs.Or maybe outside the door, he thought with a wry grin as he heard muffled sounds coming through the door.
Maggie'd heard the noise, too, and getting that mischevious glint in her eyes that Micky had missed so much, tiptoed over to the door and yanked it open forcefully. Four people tumbled into the room, shame flooding their faces.
"So, how's it going?" asked Anna from the floor with such nonchalance that Maggie had to laugh.
"Why in the world would you guys eavesdrop on us?" Micky asked, trying to look and sound stern, but failing miserably.
"Well, we didn't hear any items being thrown against the wall or any yelling, so we figured you'd either made up or Maggie had killed you," winked Mike.
"And Monkees are very curious creatures," added Davy with a smile he knew would keep him from getting into too much hot water.
"Anna, do you mind if I steal Maggie away from you for a while?" asked Micky. "I think it's time I treated her to some ice cream."
Maggie's ears perked up, "Ice cream? Now I'm really glad we made up!"

At least one, maybe two more chapters to go! Hope everyone's still enjoying it!

Nora