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Walking into the living room, Mike shot his friend an amused, curious look. Micky was sitting at his drums, sticks in hand, staring out into space. He bit his lower lip as he often did when in deep thought.
"Micky?" he called, knowing it was doubtful he'd get an answer. WHen Micky got like this, he was oblivious to anything and anyone around him. Still, it was kind of fun to figure out ways to bring Micky back out of his own little world.
"Mick, we're out of food."
No response.
"There's a Bridget Bardot movie playing, wanna see it?"
Again, nothing. Feeling oddly playful, Mike walked right up next to Micky, then reached out and gave the cymbal a good hard slap.
Startled, Micky fell backwards off his seat and landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor.
"Geez, Mike, you could just say my name if you want my attention," he groused.
"I did-several times," Mike said pointedly, but with a chuckle. as he extended his hand to help Micky off the floor. "What are you thinking about, anyway?"
"Maggie," he sighed.
"Oh yeah. Aren't you supposed to pick her up from the bus station tomorrow?"
It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving a nd even though Maggie had been offered an invitation to the Dolenz/Scott household, she'd wanted to go home for the long weekend. She'd been missed of course, but everyone understood her decision.
"Yeah," Micky answered absently.
"You two didn't have another right, did you?"
"No, Maggie's been groovy."
Mike was getting frustrated, "Well, what were you thinking about that was so important?"
Micky gave Mike an annoyed look, "What to get her for Christmas."
"Oh, I see," said Mike, but he really didn't. He wasn't inclined to worry about those kinds of things until a little closer to the actual holiday.
"I want to get her something special," Micky continued. "I can't afford anything too fancy, and I know Maggie doesn't care about the cost of the gift but I want to give her something from the heart. It's just hard."
"Well, good luck," Mike offered, wondering if he should start thinking of a gift for LuAnne.

Micky still hadn't thought of anything by the time he left to pick up Maggie from the bus station the next day, but at least he'd been in a more chipper mood. He was really going to have to watch his daydreaming, though; he certainly didn't want Mike to scare him like that again! He was anxious as he waited for Maggie's bus to arrive, and paced up and down to try and work off some of that excess energy he didn't know what to do with. He'd missed Maggie terribly even though she'd only been away since Wednesday afternoon. At last he saw her bus pull in just a few minutes late and he ran to it, scanning the faces. He didn't see her face but he did see a flash of the reddish-blonde hair in the window as a figure grabbed a backpack. Soon Maggie was stepping off the bus, giving Micky a tired smile and wave. Although it was hard not to rush to her, Micky let Maggie come to him in her own time. When she did, she reached to hug him, but Micky knew instantly it wasn't a joyful reunion hug; it was one that sought comfort from him.
"Welcome back," he whispered, giving her a quick kiss. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she replied, a hint of forced cheeriness in her voice. "How was your Thanksgiving?"
Micky thought for a minute about the meal he'd shared with his folks, siblings, the guys and a few other relatives. "Noisy," he chuckled.
"Mine too," she giggled, thinking of ther three brothers, some cousins and various uncles who always had to try and out-do one another in the art of story-telling.
The bus driver finished unloading all the luggage and Micky gallantly picked up her bag from the curb. "Ready to go home?"
Maggie made a movement like she was brushing the hair off her face, but he could've sworn he had seen a tear on her cheek.
"Would you mind if we walked on the beach first?" I need to stretch those kinks out after that long trip."
"Sure," he replied, growing more certain that something was bothering her. "How about Malibu Beach so we can see how the millionaires live?"
"Okay," she agreed, smiling with her lips, but not her eyes.

More soon!