A/n - I own nothing but the plot of this story. This is a kind of prequel to the actual story. I"m hoping to get the next chapter out in the next couple of weeks so bear with me. As always let me know how you like it, there's nothing that gives me more motivation than hearing from my readers :-)
It was another typical day at 1334 North Beechwood. Micky Dolenz had slept until 12pm, which was still rather early for him, and had awoken with enough energy to rival a nuclear power plant. He bounded out of his and Mike's room with his pants up, but not zipped and his shirt partway on and slid down the banister same as he did every morning (well…afternoon). His shirt covering his eyes, Micky didn't notice an unknowing Mike standing at the bottom of the stairs reading the newspaper. Crash! The two boys ended up in a tangled heap at the bottom of the stairs. "Mick, how many time do I haveta tell ya not to slide down the damn banister?" Micky popped his head out of his shirt which was now on backwards, "Gee sorry Mike didn't see ya there." Mike grumbled to himself before picking himself and the newspaper up off the floor.
The loud noise roused Davy and Peter, who ran from their room with their heads covered by pillows. "Earthquake! Guys it's an earthquake. We need to get in the bathtub and cover ourselves with the mattresses and…" Mike put his hand on Peter's shoulder, "Hey Pete man, relax. It's not an earthquake." Peter peeked out from beneath his pillow, "It's not?" "No man, that was just Micky, he slid down the banister and collided with me and we fell on the floor." Peter relaxed a bit, "Oh thank goodness, I really didn't want to hide in the bathtub anyway." Just then a pillow smacked Peter in the face. Peter looked up to see a smirk on Davy's face, "See Pete, I told you it wasn't an earthquake. Now I'm up early for nothing." Peter smiled at his friend, "Don't worry Davy, you can go back to bed now, we're safe." Davy threw his hands into the air, "Eh I'm up anyway," and he made his way up the stairs to shower.
Mike sat down at the table while Peter and Micky went about making themselves breakfast, which consisted of corn flakes and stale toast. Mike could have sworn he saw a flash of blue streak through Micky's hair as he plugged in the toaster. What the heck was that, I know I didn't imagine it. Micky bounced between the toaster and coffee maker, impatiently waiting for his breakfast. He did this every day, but for some reason it piqued Mike's interest this particular morning. How can anyone have that much energy, before coffee or breakfast? It just doesn't make sense. As the toaster spat out the toast, which went flying in the air due to one of Micky's experiments at making breakfast serve itself, Micky ran around the kitchen catching it as it flew.
Mike was starting to get very suspicious at this point, even though Micky had slept half the day, there was no way it was normal to have this much energy so soon after waking up. Why haven't I noticed before how nutty he is in the morning? Mike brushed it off to his tired mind ignoring the bundle of energy that was his roommate on any other day.
By the time the breakfast/coffee was ready to be had Davy had finished his shower and joined them at the table. Micky, Peter and Davy ate their food while Mike poured himself the last of the coffee Micky had made. As he took his first sip he couldn't help but compare the consistency to that of mud. "Ugh guys, how can you drink this stuff? It's so thick you can chew it!" Davy shrugged and continued eating his breakfast. Peter smiled, "I always did love strong coffee." Micky's reaction had to be the strangest though, "Oh you thought that was strong? I only used half the amount I usually do. Oh by the way, Mike we're out of coffee."
At this point Mike looked at each of his band mates. He knew he was awake for the most part and had about enough energy to practice guitar, but not much else. Davy, it seemed, was operating on auto-pilot. His eyes weren't even fully open and every other spoonful of cereal missed his mouth entirely. Micky's coffee didn't even seem to do much for him. Peter was awake and alert, but still was sitting quietly and just enjoying the morning. At that moment Peter caught on to what Mike was doing, "Hey Mike, why are you staring at us?" Mike was taken aback, he was so busy watching Micky shake and bounce and drum on the table that he hadn't noticed Peter noticing him. "Well Pete, you see I'm trying to figure out what's going on with our friend Micky over here." Micky looked up at the mention of his name, "What do you mean Mike? I'm just the same as I am every morning. What's got you so concerned?" Only the sentences ran together due to Micky talking so fast and Mike was only able to make out about every third word.
"Micky, just where do you get all that energy from? I know it can't be that chewable coffee you make every morning, because you're bouncing around like a god damn Mexican jumping bean before you even touch the coffee grinds. What gives?" Micky swallowed the last bite of his corn flakes hard and looked around nervously, it wasn't that he didn't want to tell his roommates what had happened, it was just that he didn't want them worrying. After all it had happened a long time before he met any of them, but still it wasn't the easiest story to explain. He glanced at each of his band mates whose questioning eyes were all settled on him. He let out a relenting sigh, knowing he had to tell them. "Well you see the actual event happened when I was in high school, but the idea first struck me way back in grammar school, it just took time to develop. It all started in Mrs. Fitzmaurice's 4th grade science class."
~tbc~