Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees, but I do own my own original characters. So there.
All Things Considered
Part Eight
"Wait a minute." Valerie says holding up a hand. "I don't mean to interrupt or anything but I have a question."
"You know instead of saying you have a question, you should just ask the question." Mike sighs. "She has a habit of doing this. You don't get to see it at all but she does it. And now we have proof!" Mike starts to form a sly grin on this face but he stops when he sees the cold glare hes getting from Valerie. "Ok ask the darn question."
"What happened in Mexico?" Valerie asked. "When was Mexico?"
"That there is two questions. You should say you have two questions..." Mike says holding up two fingers.
"Shut up with the semantics and answer me already." Valerie blusters. She fidgets in her chair a little bit.
"Ok it happened one of times we broke up. We decided to go over the border and play a ciesta." Mike said. "The rest of what happened we never talked about and never will. So use your imagination." Mike folded his arms in an act of finality.
Valerie makes a sound that is like "buh huh?".
"What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico." Mike declared.
"Just great. Just blow it all off with some sort of saying that might end up on a stupid t-shirt." Valerie shakes her head. "I'll find out someday."
"Good, and on that day I plan to be out of town." Mike chuckles. He thinks for a second. "You really seemed to hate the idea of wearing Chris's wedding dress, why is that?"
"Do I have to actually answer that or can I do give one of those vague answers you just did?" Valerie looks over at him with the tiniest smug grin she can manage. "Ok I can answer your question: Chris was pregnant when she got married, so its a maternity wedding dress. You can fit two of me or four of Davy in that thing. There is nothing more horrifying that a preggo wedding dress." Valerie squirmed. "Actually there is something more horrifying, and that is the fact that she kept the thing as I'll tell you now."
"What about the rest of the first night?" Mike asked raising an eyebrow in her direction. "Davy fell into the drum kit, it would make a funny story."
"It would, but not now, not ever." Valerie said. "And it happens once a month so it lost its novelty a long time ago."
"I'll tell Davy that." Mike smirked.
"You do that. I'll make sure to watch out for my knees."
"Oooh that was harsh."
"Back to the story. The next day we were going to meet Aunt Kate, and lets just say three lines of hell intersected." Valerie said picking up where she left off.
"Its Bermuda Triangle time." Mike nodded.
