That "Love" Girl
Chapter Nineteen
By Rachel Rene
The next day, Davy didn't go out on a date
with anyone. Nor did he on the next day, or the next, or the nextS
He and Kari seemed more distant, avoiding eye contact whenever possible.
Still, he hadn't gone out with a girl for nearly a week.
"Man, what's up babe? Ya lost your touch?" Micky
inquired as he got ready for the staff party.
His hair wasn't straightened, and he thought that he rather liked
the fuzzy look he had. Micky had been tying his tie around his neck,
trying to remember how to do it right, when he had caught Davy moping around
the Pad.
"Something like 'at," Davy answered. He plopped
down on the couch and picked up a book that was lying on the table.
"Wha's this?" he asked as he started reading it.
Micky glanced at what Davy was looking at. "Oh,
that's a book Mike brought back from the girls' house." He continued
figuring out the tie.
Davy skimmed, " 'Adica', 'Adisha'," he turned a few pages,
" 'Celda', 'Cele', 'Celecia'. Mick, these are names. Whacked
out names, but they're still names."
"Really? Hm, I thought you were just naming cities
on Mars."
Davy rolled his eyes and continued looking at the book.
"I wondeh why Mike 'as it. I don't remember Valleri giving it to
'im."
"Vicki gave it to him," Micky explained, still busy with
the tie.
Davy flipped through the book a little more, then set
it down again.
"Hey, why aren't you gettin' ready, man?" Micky asked.
"We're goin' ta pick up the girls in about twenty minutes, babe."
"I know," he sighed, "I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't
go tonight."
Micky stopped fussing with the tie and stared at Davy.
"Shouldn't go? Babe, it's a staff party, you're supposed to
go. We play gigs there, ya know. That means that we're part
of the staff." Davy started to say something, but Micky continued,
"Besides, Kari is expecting you to take her."
Davy was suddenly extremely interested in the couch arm.
"Don't tell me you were thinking of standing her up, Davy." Micky
gave Davy a menacing look, "I swear, if you hurt her I'm going to hang
you by your own dental floss."
Glancing at Micky, Davy shook his head hastily, "I don't
want to 'urt Valleri, believe me. 'At's exactly why I can't go tonight,
Micky, because I don't want to 'urt 'er."
"How is standing her up gonna keep from breaking her heart?
You can't just not take her, man. You said you would take her, and
she said she'd go with you. So you are going to her house,
and she is going to come to the party with you, and you will both
be each other's date tonight!"
"'At sounds vaguely familiar," Davy muttered. "All
right, cool it, man. I'm getting ready now, are you 'appy?"
He stood up and went up the stairs.
"Very," Micky smiled to himself as he turned back to the
fuzzy, long-haired weirdo in the mirror.
Micky still hadn't gotten his tie right, but he looked
dashing in his suit, nonetheless. Davy had come down already, and
was finishing up on his last minute grooming. Peter and Mike hadn't
come down yet.
"Betteh 'urry up," Davy called up to his friends.
"Hold yer horses," Mike drawled as he walked down the
spiral staircase. Both Micky and Davy stopped to look up at him as
he came down.
"What?" he asked when he noticed them staring at him,
"Is my hair all right?" He put his hand to his head to make sure
it was neat.
"Man, Vicki's in for a surprise tonight," Micky snorted.
"Will ya guys stop gapin' at me an' tell me what's wrong?"
Mike glanced from Micky to Davy for an answer.
Davy shook his head, "I don't think I've eveh seen you
in a suit like tha'. You look great."
Mike blushed, "Aw, c'mon guys. Ah don' look that
good," he said modestly.
"Is everybody ready?" Peter asked as he came down the
stairs.
"Peteh," Davy shook his head again, "You look great too."
Peter smiled, showing his killer dimples, "Thank you,
Davy, so do you."
"Hey, Micky," Peter stopped, glaring cautiously towards
his buddy. "Don't look now, but you have something growing on your
head!"
Micky stared coldly at Peter. He eventually said,
dryly, "That's my hair, Pete."
"Oh," Peter shrugged it off simply. "Looks groovy,
babe."
Micky blinked. "Okay. Thanks. I think."
Mike started rounding them outside when he looked at the
time. "The gals're prob'ly waitin' fer us already." Before
rushing out the door, Mike grabbed the flowers that were on the stand.
"How come Mike gets flowers to give, but we don't?" Peter
pouted.
"Pete," he sighed, "These are yours, too." Peter
took a yellow flower, Micky took a daisy, and Davy took a white rose, leaving
Mike with the red rose.
"What's taking Kari so long?" Mary nervously
paced around the living room. "The guys'll be here any minute!" she
exclaimed.
Vicki was putting in her new dangling earrings that Mike
had bought her a few days before. "She's trying to make a good impression
on Davy. They've been practically ignoring each other all week, and
she's making up for it tonight."
Mary smoothed out her dress, trying to keep herself from
shaking. "Do you think I dressed too formal?" she asked Vicki, twirling
around to give a full view of the dress, "Too casual?"
Vicki smiled, "Babe, Micky's gonna think you look great,
you know that. I agree, too. I love that shade of blue, you
definitely look fab in it."
Mary blushed slightly as she thanked Vicki for the compliment.
She looked in the mirror at the decorative daisies around the neckline
and hem of the sky-blue gown. "I almost forgot about my necklace!"
she gasped.
Running upstairs, Mary retrieved her necklace from her
room. It was a small, clear-white daisy dangling from a silver chain,
with two tiny blue beads on either side of the flower.
Vicki was just finishing curling her hair when Mary came
down. She turned to her, "Is it all right?"
"Beautiful," Mary said after looking Vicki's hair over.
"Oh! I have some clips that will go just groovy with your dress!"
she remembered.
"Thanks," Vicki said as Mary ran back upstairs.
She came down again with two red barrettes. They matched the same
scarlet of Vicki's dress, which was actually Kari's, but had fit Vicki
perfectly. The gown was two layers; the first one was solid silk
and had no sleeves. The bottom of that layer went down to just above
her knees. The second layer was a knitted, transparent silk, and
had bell-sleeves. It was a slightly darker shade of red. A
black ribbon holding a ruby charm was the necklace Mary lent Vicki, and
it matched the clips in her hair.
"I can't thank you guys enough for all that you've done
for me," Vicki sighed. "I'm never going to be able to repay you."
"Then don't," Mary smiled, "A favor isn't supposed to
expect a favor back." The two girls hugged briefly, before they noticed
that Karisma was making her way down the stairs.
"How do I look?" she asked uncertainly, stopping halfway
down the flight.
"Absolutely gorgeous!" Mary grinned; Kari smiled back,
walking the rest of the way downstairs.
Kari's dress was bright green, sleeveless, and had a thick white
stripe around her chest and another about an inch above the hem, which
reached above her knees. She wore her white go-go boots and a lime-colored
stained glass necklace in the shape of a flower. She had weaved a
small braid on each side of her face and brought them together in the back.
A green colored barrette held the cherry braids, topping off her garb.
"My goodness," Vicki said, "I never noticed how green
your eyes are until now!"
Laughing, the three of them embraced. "This is it,
girls," Kari announced, "The Monkees are gonna be in for a treat tonight."
The doorbell rang, and the girls suddenly came to life
and ran around frantically to make sure they were ready.
"Come on in guys," Kari opened the door for the Monkees.
Davy stepped in, handed Kari the white flower, and kissed her softly on
the cheek. "You look smashing," he gasped. Blushing, Kari stepped
out of the way so the others could enter the house.
Mike walked inside and slipped the rose into Vicki's hand.
"Wonderful," he whispered before leaning over to kiss Vicki gently.
"Michael," she sighed as he nuzzled her cheek. She
looked up at him as he straightened up again. She grinned when she
noticed that he still had his green wool hat on even though he was wearing
a suit. "So adorable," she murmured, shaking her head.
Mary made last minute adjustments to her hair before Micky
came up to her. "What took you so long?" was what she said when he
reached her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
Grinning, Micky gave her the flower. "Daisy," she
glanced from the flower to Micky, "My favorite. How'd you?"
Before she could say anymore, Micky swept her into his arms and kissed
her good and hard. She could have fainted right then and there.
"Just a hunch," Micky shrugged. "I only want to
get the best for my Mary Mary."
Sighing dreamily, Mary smiled, "C'mere, sweetie."
Mary drew Micky into a hug. She grinned as she stared at his curly
hair.
"Just for you," he whispered, taking her hand in his and
pressing it against his beating heart.
"You still have to fix your tie," she noted.
"I know." He scratched his head, "I thought you'd
help me fix it. I don't remember how." Mary pulled him closer
to her as she looped the tie around and secured it. Instead of letting
his tie fall back to its place, Mary towed Micky towards her so she could
kiss him again.
Peter walked inside the house, but waited patiently off
to the side. Finally the other three couples finished their greetings,
and they followed him outside of the pad and into the Monkeemobile.
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