Lonely Micky

( Hey Sleepy Jean, the Erica in this story is you! Isn’t that cute!)

“Good morning Fuzzy! How’d ya sleep?” Peter asked Micky as he came downstairs.

“Huh, oh, fine I guess,” Micky said as he brushed Pete off and went into the living room to watch TV.

“Peter, I think there’s something wrong, he never acts like this,” Erica whispered to her boyfriend.

“Well…I don’t know what to do for him. I have to make breakfast,” Peter said.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Erica asked him as she got up from the table.

“Mick, is there something wrong?” Erica asked him as she sat down.

“No!” Micky said with a stern voice.

“Micky, come on, I can tell you’re not you. What’s up,” Erica calmly said and put her arm around him.

“Alright I’ll tell you. I’m lonely Erica! I have no girl, no one I can hold or be with! I’m so depressed!” Micky said as he was getting upset.

“Oh Micky, I can help you! I have friends. I’m sure you’ll like at least one,” she said.

“Really?” he said sniffing.

“Yeah, in fact, I know one who’s been dying to meet you. Her name is…”

“Don’t tell me her name. I want to be introduced!” Micky yelled.

“Ok then I’ll invite her over and me, you, Pete, and her will go on a double date tonight. K?” Erica asked.

“Yeah sounds like fun! I’m ok now, thanks Erica!” he said jumping up and running upstairs to dress.

“Well I guess you fixed him up, huh?” Peter asked.

“Yup I did!” Erica smiled.

“Ok, ok I’m ready to go, is she here yet, how’s my hair, is the suit stupid-looking?” Micky was asking 100 questions 2 minutes before she was coming.

“You look fabulous hon, just be yourself, don’t try to be anyone else,” Erica said as she straightened his tie.

Doorbell rang!
“Oh no! She’s here! Peter make sure I don’t do anything dumb!” Micky said.

In walked a girl. Micky couldn’t believe his eyes; she was beautiful! She was wearing a spaghetti strap red dress, being it was summer, with sandals. Her hair was a dark brown and down to her shoulders. She was kinda short but that was ok and…

“Micky this my best friend Ashley, Ashley, Micky,” Erica said as they shook hands.

“Call me Ash,” Ashley said in a soft-spoken voice.

So they took the MonkeeMobile to the diner, Peter and Erica in the front and Micky and Ash in back. They talked about their lives and Micky noticed by her accent that she was British. What could be better then that!

After dinner they walked to her house, since it wasn’t far. Micky asked Ash to be his girl, she said yes. They kissed and parted.

After a few months, they were married at the same wedding as Peter and Erica and lived happily ever after.

The End!