The next day Mike, Micky, and Davy were back at The Vincent Van Gogh Gogh, and Charlie wasn't there this time.
"Well Mike; Charlie's not here. Should we start worrying again?"
"Micky, he said he wouldn't be here, remember?" Said the Texan
"Oh that's right. But me and Davy will still be looking around to see what happens."
"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe he could be wrong?"
"Well Mike, I talked to some people, and they said this Charlie guy was right about 85% of the time when he predicted their futures."
"Now see that's it Davy, 85% not 100%. That dosen't mean I'm gonna kick the bucket. It could be something else. By the way where's this chick I'm suppose to meet?" Just as soon as he sad that two men came in arguing.
"Hey Sam, when are you going to pay me my twenty dollars?"
"Take it easy Lem, I'll pay you Tuesday."
"That's what you said three weeks ago, now I had it with you giving me the run around. I WANT MY MONEY AND I WANT IT NOW." He said while poking him in the chest.
The other guy pushed him saying. "DON"T POKE ME!!!" The first guy pushed him back causing him to bump into a brunette passing by and as would have it she lands on Mikes lap. The Texan was surprised.
"Oh my gosh. Sorry I dropped in on you." She said.
Micky, not looking surprised, grinned and said. "That's o.k. actually we were
expecting YOU."
Two days passed and nothing else had happen as of yet. Micky and Davy went to a corner store for some juice.
"Hey Micky you think it aright to leave Mike around this time.
"I don't know Dave, but so far everything seems fine, Mike and his girl has dated two times I know, but she hasn't called saying she's sick yet. Besides he told us to get some juice anyway so."
"Can you imagine Mike being lucky to catch a babe like her."
"Do I detect a little jealousy?"
"What? What makes you say that? I'm happy for Mike."
"Sure Dave Sure."
The two monkees got the juice and left the store, but soon after two other guy came in putting on ski masks. They were the same height and looked like Davy and Micky. The tall one pulled a gun on the cashier and said.
"O.K. babe this is a stickup."
The guys came home from the store where Mike is sitting on the couch reading the paper.
"Hey Mike. So where are you and that groovy chick going tonight?" Asked the drummer.
"I'm afraid it not Mick. She called and canceled because she's sick." This made the guys stop dead in their tracks and made Micky drop the juice on the floor.
"SICK? NO, no she can't be sick. Let's call her and tell her we'll take her to the doctor or we can go over her house and take care of her."
"Micky will you calm down? The other stuff hasn't happen yet. I'm not going to worry about it."
"But you should be careful Mike. It could still happen you know."
"So I won't answer the phone, you guys will."
"No none of us will."
"What if Peter calls?"
"I talked to him already, I called and told him everything was fine." said Micky,
"So you couldn't let the rest of us talk to him?"
"I told him you couldn't come to the phone because you had laryngitis, but not to worry because we were taking care of you, and not to call us that we'll call him." "Gee Mick, I don't recall Charlie ever telling us that talking to Peter on the phone was INCLUDED in his dream."
Just then the phone rang.
"Nobody answers."
"Micky."
"It might be them. The TWO CALLS."
They let three calls pass. Then they stopped for two minutes.
"Thank goodness. The coast is clear." Said Micky
"Good now we can rest assured that I wont get killed." The phone rings again and Mike answers.
"Hello. No this isn't Charlene. Do I sound like a Charlene?" After he hung up he realized that that was one of the calls. All the Monkees gave off panic stricken looks.
"See, see that was one of them. You weren't answering the phone so they called back. Oh Mike, why didn't I think about that?" Micky said in his high pitch voice. Then another call came.
"O.k. This time Mike, I'm answering it." Said the little brit. "Hello? Oh yes he's here." He breath a sigh of relief. "It someone calling for you Mike."
"Hello, year this is Mike Nesmith." He had this THEY GOT ME look on his face.
"No Elvis isn't staying here. Sorry." Both Micky and Davy looked wide eyed.
"Why they tricked you Davy! They tricked you into giving Mike the phone. THOSE DIRTY RATS!!!"
Both the younger Monkees gather around Mike hugging him and crying.
Both said "What are we going do? We can't lose you Mike, we can't we just can't." The clock just rang seven. There was a silence while it was going, then it stopped.
"Guys. I didn't die. It's seven O'clock and I'm still here."
"Gosharoony that was a close call."
"Yeah thank goodness it's over." Said Davy
Mike had the two sit down to tell them about this incident.
"Now guys, listen. Psychic visions are not always-." He was interrupted by a knock on the door. "O.K. I spoke too soon."
"Uh-Huh see Mike there's the last of it. And you was going to give me and Davy a lecture."
"Aright guys let's stay quiet. I won't open the door maybe he'll go away." He said in a whisper. Suddenly the door flew open causing both Micky and Davy to jump up hold onto each other, close their eyes and scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
The other guy screamed. "AAAAAHHH!!!
Then they both jumped behind Mike and screamed
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!'
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
After the screaming Mike saw that the man person at the door turned out to be Peter.
"Peter!"
"What are guys trying to do, give me a heart attack?!!"
"Peter what are you doing back here, you weren't suppose to be back here for two more days."
"I was but when I talked to Micky, by the way he sounded, my Dad said it was o.k. for me to come back here. I tried calling you guys but there was no answer."
Mike glared at both the other Monkees.
"We're sorry Peter it's a long story about what's been happening around here." Said Micky.
So Mike told Peter the whole story about the psychic Charlie, and the dream he had. They said everything happened except that he didn't die.
"Wow I missed all this excitement."
"Yeah Pete, these two were suppose to be protecting me, but when you came through the door they jumped behind me."
"Well Mike, in me and Davy's defense, we didn't expect anybody to push in the door."
"Well, I'm gonna finish what I was starting to tell you two. Psychic dreams or visions are not 100% accurate. Now let's all just get ready to go to bed."
So the guys were all going upstairs, but when Peter and Davy went in Micky turned to Mike and said,
"You know Mike, I know me and Davy were running around here like a couple of chickens with our heads cut off, but you were pretty cool, Mike. You're a rock compared to us."
As soon as Micky went into the room Mike looked at his hands, and they were shaking.
The End
Chapter 1
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