"You've got the sweetest pair of eyes and your kiss would be-" Mike sang before getting cut off by the director.

"Good, but this time with more FEELING!" The director screeched at the Monkees.

"What was wrong with that?" I asked, smiling sweetly at Mike.

"Oh thanks sweetness," Mike cooed to me.

"St-STOP!" The director screamed at me. "You're a distraction!"

"I am not!" I hollered back. "What's wrong with cheering on my sweet boyfriend?"

"Ick..." Micky muttered.

"Oh come on Mick, you know you love having me around," I said to him.

"Yea, Mick! She's great for Mike! He hasn't been such a grump lately!" Peter said, optimistically.

"Hey!" Mike said, nudging Peter playfully

"Fine, maybe just a little..." Micky said, starting to get happier.

"Hey, guys, did you forget about ME?" The director yelled, once again.

"How could we forget about you? We have nightmares about your screaming every night. Especially, Peter," Davy said, looking sadly over at Peter.

"It's true... I can't sleep at night because I'm scared the big, bad director is going to come get me..." Peter whimpered.

"Alright, boys! Let's he back to work!" The director hollered. I blew Mike a kiss for good luck.

"Ok! You guys ready?" Asked Mike.

"Ready!" The rest of the boys echoed in unison.

Mike counted off, then began singing.
"Girl, you look mighty good to me and I know that you've got to be the kind of girl I could love! And you've got the sweetest pair of eyes and your kiss would be paradise!" Mike sang, staring right at me. I felt the heat creep up my cheeks.

Me, of all people, me, Jenny Pierce, got to be Mike Nesmith's girlfriend, I thought, a smile appearing on my face.
Later that day, when shooting the show was over, Mike and I went home.

"You were great today," I said, nestling up into Mike's arms.

"Thanks, babe. Your support helps a lot," Mike said into my hair.

"Heeeeyyy, Miiiikkkkeeee?" Micky called from upstairs.

"Yea, Mick?" Mike called back, kinda annoyed.

"Where's the special shampoo you bought for me?" Micky called back.

"Which one?" Mike asked, since he had bought Micky many "special shampoos" before.

"The one that keep my hair soft and luscious," Micky called again, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I chuckled because hearing Micky say that was pretty funny.

"Oh, THAT one. That's on the shelf in the cupboard next to the sink" Mike called, hoping it'd be the last line of the conversation.

"Thanks, Mike!" Micky called and then I heard a door close and the sound of water running.

"Now, where were we?" Mike asked, relieved to be done with that conversation.

"You were saying how great my support is," I replied, happy to be with him.

"Ah, yes. It really is true though. We'd never be able to get by without your support," he said, kissing my forehead.

"I'm glad to help," I said, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. We stayed like that for a while, kissing on the couch, until Davy walked in.

"Aw, you guys, you have a room right upstairs," Davy said, shielding his eyes.

"What? We weren't doing anything inappropriate," Mike said, finally breaking the kiss.

"So? People like sitting on that couch," Davy said, now just being silly.

"Oh sorry, Davy! Do you want to have some special time with your couch?" Mike asked.

"Actually, yes! Yes, I would love that! Because then I could watch TV!" Davy retorted while I tried to choke back a laugh. "You know what? Forget it! Forget all of it! Go back to kissing!" Davy said, storming off to his room.

"That was a great comeback, Mike!" I said, bursting out laughing.

"Thanks, I didn't think I had that in me," he said, laughing too.

"Speaking of our room, you wanna go up there?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.

"Nah, I like this. Its comfy and you're so cute, nestled there in my arms," Mike answered.

"Aw, how did I get the sweetest Texan ever born to be my boyfriend?" I asked, looking up at him again.

"I don't know, how did I get the sweetest girl in the entire world to be my girlfriend?" He asked and slowly leaned down to kiss me. I kissed back and we slowly laid down on the couch, him on top of me. I wanted this so bad. "Wait," I said.

"What is it babe?" Mike asked me.

"Let's do this later," I said winking at him.

"Ok," he said

"Plus, do you really want Davy, or worse yet, innocent Peter walking in on us again?" I asked.

"No, I suppose not," he said, thoughtfully.

"Exactly. So let's do this when were alone. But, I'm not opposed to kissing," I said, dropping subtle hints to him.

"Oh really? In that case," he said and then leaned down to kiss me again. We kissed like that until the sun set.

I broke away and said, "Do you wanna go get ready for bed now, sweetie?"

"Yea, let's go get our pajamas on," Mike said, tickling me.

"Ahh! Stop!" I said laughing. I scampered up the stairs and then into our bedroom while Mike went into the bathroom. I was surprised to see Peter waiting there. "Peter?" I asked. "What are you doing in here?"

"I was waiting for you," he said.

"Me? Why?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Because there's something I need to do," he said, then stood up and walked over to me, then kissed me.