Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees, but I do own my own original characters. So there.
All Things Considered
Part two
Monday "Around noon-time"
Mike had just gotten a phone call from his aunt. She was planning on coming into the city to visit her nephew and do some shopping for the homestead. But Mike told guys there was a real reason for her
sudden visit.
"She wants to meet Valerie." Mike summer up for them as he picked up his guitar. He started randomly checking the strings on it. This is
a nervous habit he had acquired lately; the guitar was never in tune enough for him. If he had his way, he would be tweaking the other instruments, but the guys threatened to lock him in the bathroom if he attempted it.
"Is that a bad thing?" Peter asked.
"I'm not certain." Mike said. "I haven't been in contact with her lately, so the only time she hears about me is from other people." He put down the bass guitar he had been plucking. "And lord knows whats shes been hearing."
"I can see it now. Micky said from the kitchen. He and Davy were sitting next to a big kettle with a lid on it. "She probably thinks you are running a harem or something."
"No way, never happen." Mike said. "Besides its Davy who has the harem."
"Hey, I'm going to tell Stephanie, Crystal and Colleen you said that..." He stopped suddenly, and blushed a little as he saw Mikes point. "Its like a contest, I'm whittling them down."
"I waited to tell Auntie about Valerie because I wanted to be sure of where we were in our relationship." Mike said as he a Peter joined the gang in the kitchen.
"But Mike, its been a couple of years now." Peter said. "Are you still unsure about something?"
Mike looked at Peter. It wasn't often but the blonde haired Monkee would once in a while give Mike something to think about. Why hadn't he told family yet? Already this started to bother him.
"You make a good point..." Mike paused and sniffed the air. "...whats that smell?"
"What smell?" Davy asked.
"It smells like burning socks." Micky said as he too picked up the scent.
"My food!" Davy got out of the chair. He went to the stove and took the top off of the kettle. He took a wooden spoon and stirred it around. "Me chili. Its almost done."
"Since when do you cook chili?" Peter asked.
"One of the girls gave me a recipe." Davy said as he stirred. "Its me first batch."
"Is it done?" Micky asked.
Davy pulled the wooden spoon out of the pot. It was charred to a crisp, and the end of the spoon was gone. "What do you think?"
"I think you have a fire hazard there." Mike said. "I'll get the bowls."
After lunchtime Mike called Valerie up about the news.
"This is nice." Valerie said on the phone. She sounded so far away but she lived only a few streets away. "Will she flay me or throw me under a bus?"
"No if we're lucky." Mike said. "You sound occupied. What are you doing?"
"Helping out a crazy lady." Valerie responded. An angry "hey!" was heard in the background. Mike assumed the "crazy lady" was Chris, Valeries life-long friend. "You are crazy,admit it!" Valerie shouted to her. "Pleeease come save me."
"Why?" Mike asked.
"You'll see when you come over." Valerie said. "And bring some lunch, we haven't gotten any today."
"Mike, tell her about my chili." Davy said eating his second bowl. Davy was the only one to have seconds. Correction; he was the only one to finish his first serving. Mike, Peter and Micky barely got past the first chest-burning spoon full.
Mike rolled his eyes, but said into the phone anyway,"Davy made chili."
"I thought someone set their socks on fire." Valerie snarked.
"Thats not the first time we heard that today." Mike said.
"I'll pass." Valerie decided.
Davy got close to the phone. "It'll put hair on your chest."
"Thats beyond gross." Valerie said. "I don't want hair on my chest." Valerie talked to someone else very quietly and very quickly. "Chris says bring her husband some."
"Oh burn." Peter said after Mike relayed the message.
"I thought it was pretty funny." Micky said with a smile.
"No, I mean burn! I think I hurt my stomach with stuff. Do we have any milk?" Peter said rubbing his stomach.
"We'll be over in a few minutes, chili wagon in tow." Mike said into the phone. "What ARE you doing anyway?"
"You'll see. And you'll probably flip out too." Valerie promised.
