Micky's overly cheerful mood wasn't hidden from his three friends as they watched him go from one room to the other while preparing for his date. Nor were his reasons for being so happy. They all knew their friend's happiness was based on two, little words: Amy Harris.
Micky and Amy had been dating each other for over a year now - the longest record for a Monkee and his girl. Many were the times that Micky went on and on about the girl until the other three could no longer stand it and had to leave the room.
Micky didn't care however. He was deeply in love with Amy and she with him.
He looked at himself in the mirror, brushing his fingers through his curls. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed the keys to the Monkeemobile and bid his friends farewell for the evening.
As he drove over to Amy's house, his fingers kept nervously reaching down to his pocket. Yes, the ring was still there. He smiled as he imagined his and Amy's future. Tonight he would propose, and she would accept. He was not worried about her turning him down. They were so happily in love.
They would get married in a small church that he already had picked out. They would move into a house near the Pad. This way Micky could still be near the guys and their work.
Of course he knew Amy wanted children. So did he, but it would be best to wait a while on a family. He smiled at the idea of a Micky Dolenz Jr. running around the house, then shook his head in disgust.
"I am not having a kid called 'Jr.'" he muttered to himself.
He pulled into Amy's driveway and went to the door. He didn't have to knock. Apparantly she had been waiting for him. At first he had thought that she had anxiously ran out to greet him. However as he took a closer look at her face, anxious did not seem to be the word. The word was more like tired.
She must have had a tough day at work. Micky thought to himself.
"Well don't look so happy to see me." he teased.
"I'm sorry, Micky." she replied with a slight smile.
"Hard day at work?" he asked.
"Yeah! That's all." she quietly whispered.
"Well don't worry, hun," Micky smiled as he took her arm and led her to the car. "I have a feeling the night will be brighter now that you're with the charming Micky Dolenz."
Again she smiled at him, but there was something lacking in that smile.
Wait until I propose to her. Then she'll cheer up. he smiled to himself.
He took her to a nice resteraunt, and they made small talk throughout the whole dinner. Amy was quiet because she was tired. Micky was quiet because a touch of nervousness did manage to catch up to him.
Finally their dessert was delivered, and as he had planned for the past week, this would be when he would propose.
"Amy, I...I have something I'd like to ask you." he nervously stuttered.
Just as he made the slightest move to get out of his chair, she spoke.
"Actually I have something I need to tell you." she said.
This wasn't what he had planned. He desperatly wanted to ask her to marry him so that she would accept and he wouldn't feel so nervous anymore. However he settled back in his chair and waited for her to continue.
"Micky," she slowly began, "I don't think we should see each other again."