Mike didn't know what he was in for as he climbed the stairs behind Micky up to his girl's house. He hadn't wanted to come with Micky, but as he drove the car he didn't have much choice, and when Mick invited him in he just sighed and followed the excited drummer. He knew Micky was just trying to make him feel better after the disaster of trying to ask that girl out after the gig they played last week. She had just looked at him and laughed in his face.
When they got to the top of the stairs the door swung open before Micky even had a chance to knock. Sam jumped up in his arms and swiftly attacked his mouth with hers. Mike rolled his eyes as he walked in behind the tangled mess of body parts Mick and Sam had become, at least he had brought his guitar with him and could practice until Micky was ready to go.
Mike walked into a spacious living room and set his guitar case on the couch and settled in. Sam called down to him as she dragged Micky into her bedroom, "My roommate is home if you get lonely!" Oh great Mike thought to himself as he sat down and pulled out his guitar, another giggly little girl who will probably take one look at me and run. He was used to it; girls never flocked to him like they did to Davy and Micky. He didn't even get as many girls as Peter could. No, girls generally stayed away from him, the few that ever showed interest in him were quickly more interested in his band mates before he could even react to their initial interest. He started strumming his guitar quietly trying to lose himself in the music and not focus on the fact that he was such a failure with women.
Mike was so engrossed in playing his song that he didn't hear her enter the room. It wasn't until he heard a bass line matching the rhythm he strummed lazily that he even knew someone was there. As lost in the music as he was he initially thought it was Peter, then he realized where he was and spun around in shock. What he found instead was a small pretty girl with shocking blue eyes and long dark curly hair, crazier than even Micky's, plucking talented fingers over the bass strings. She looked up as he was staring at her and said "What? Never seen a girl play the bass before?" Mike was dumbfounded; he had never seen a girl even attempt to play an instrument. Then he looked around and realized that besides the bass this girl was playing there was also a microphone, keyboard and a drum set. No way could this pretty little thing play all those instruments, but as he listened to her continuing to play the bass he knew they must be hers, Sam only had one roommate and Sam had never shown any interest in music other than his drummer.
"Is all this yours?" he asked shyly. She set down the bass and walked up behind him, "Yes, I love music and the only thing I love more than listening to it is playing it. I'm Lea by the way. You must be Mike; Sam said Micky was bringing you along." "Yeah that's me", Mike replied nervously. He didn't know why he was so nervous; there was no way this girl was ever going to go for someone like him. Mike had experienced rejection to many times to think a girl like this could possibly be interested in him.
She had picked the bass back up and turned to Mike, "I'd really like to play again, it's not often anyone comes over that's interested in music." Mike smiled and picked up his guitar. Even if she would never like him in that way he was content to spend time with her, sharing their passion for music with each other. They sat and played off each other like that for a while, they didn't even hear Micky and Sam coming back downstairs. They only broke the zombie-like state when Micky loudly said "So Mike I see you met Lea, isn't she crazy? I've never met a girl who played instruments the way she does." "Yeah", Mike replied, "it's really something." Micky heard the slight longing in Mike's voice, but Lea just looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Ready to go, we gotta practice for that gig we have tomorrow." Mike just nodded and headed for the door.
That was it for Mike. He got into the car and started the engine, but it was all on autopilot. He couldn't get Lea off his mind. She was just so beautiful and the fact that she was so musically talented only made it more apparent to Mike. He loved that she was a musician and she even seemed to have enjoyed his company. He stopped his thoughts there, what was he doing? He had no chance with a girl like that, even if she did tolerate him. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear Micky talking to him until Micky passed his hand in front of Mike's eyes. "Hello? Earth to Mike are you there?" ""Huh?" Mike jumped. "Did you say something Mick?" Micky looked at him like he had three heads, "Didn't you hear anything I've been saying the past 10 minutes?" Mike just focused his eyes on the road, he had to stop this and pay attention to what he was doing, this just wasn't like him at all. Micky smiled a devious smile at his silence as he figured out why Mike was acting this way, it was Lea, it had to be.
"You like her don't you?"
Mike jumped at this, "Wha- What are you talking about?" Micky wasn't about to let this go, he heard the shaking in Mike's voice that told him he was dead right. "You like Lea, it's written all over your face." Mike sighed; there was no getting out of something when Micky dug his claws into it. "Yeah maybe, but what's it matter anyway, a girl like that would never fall for someone like me." Micky frowned at his friend, he knew Mike had low self-esteem and hang-ups about his body, but he needed to get over them. Micky didn't know of a more perfect girl for Mike than Lea. In fact he couldn't remember seeing Mike with any girl, ever. "Why don't you just ask her out, what's the worst that could happen?" Mike looked at Micky with horror as he pulled the car up to the Pad. "What's the worst that could happen? Do you not remember last week when that girl laughed in my face? What if she says no Micky? I just can't handle that kind of rejection again. Just leave it alone it'll never happen." With that he stormed into his room and away from Micky, he just wanted to be alone.
Meanwhile…
"I don't know Sam, He's seems really nice, but I don't think he likes me like that." Lea looked at her friend with doubt in her eyes. "What do you mean? Did you not see the way he was looking at you the whole time you guys were playing?" Sam was stunned, was her friend really that daft? "Guys like that never dig chicks like me. I'm just weird like that; it's how it's always been and how it always will be." Like Mike, Lea shut herself in her room, not wanting to deal with Sam prying into her. Sam knew she would have to intervene. She picked up the phone and called Micky.
"Remind me again why I *have* to come with you…" Lea protested as she followed Sam out the door. "Because you've been moping around in your room for three days with no company but that bass, you need to get out." Lea pouted, she didn't want to go anywhere but she knew Sam wouldn't let it go. She sighed and followed her friend as they walked toward the local club. This was the last thing she wanted to do.
Mike and Micky sat at the Vincent Van Gogh; Micky smiled "Isn't this great Mike?" Mike sighed, "Not really, I don't see why you had to drag me down here anyway, I was just fine right where I was." "Oh you mean locked in your room writing and rewriting that song you won't let anyone hear for three days? No, it's time you got out." Mike frowned at his friend; he didn't want anyone to hear the song he had been writing. It was for Lea, even if she would never hear it. He hadn't planned on seeing her again, it would be too hard for him to handle. He hummed the tune to himself, singing in his head.
Girl, you look mighty good to me
And I know that you've got to be
The kinda girl I could love
You've got the sweetest pair of eyes
And you're kiss would be paradise
The kinda girl I could love
Mike was so lost in the thought of her that he didn't notice that Sam and Lea had walked into the club and were coming over to their table.
Lea blushed when she walked in and saw Micky and Mike sitting at a table. She realized what Sam was doing and stopped her. "What are you doing? Why did you have them come? This is going to be humiliating." Sam just smiled, "Come on! It'll be fun!" and grabbed Lea so she couldn't make a run for it.
Micky waved them over and Sam kissed him hello. Lea sat down and mumbled a hello without looking at anyone. Mike suddenly looked up and realized Lea was sitting next to him. When did they come in, he wondered to himself and stuttered out "H-h-hi". Micky smacked his palm against his forehead; this was going to be harder than he thought. "Sam! Let's go dance, see ya later Mike, Lea." He grabbed Sam by the arm and pulled her to the dance floor.
Mike and Lea just sat there for a while, neither wanting to talk first. Finally Lea couldn't take it any longer, "So how have you been?" she asked quietly. "Oh you know I've been alright, just working on a new song." Mike responded a song about you he wanted to add. Lea smiled, "I'd love to hear it sometime, if you'd let me." "Really?" Mike asked maybe Micky was right, maybe I should just go for it. "Why don't you come back to the Pad with me and I can play it for you, I'm not really all that into clubs or dancing anyway. Unless you don't want to…" Mike paused fearing the worst he shut his eyes. "I'd love to", Lea replied, "This isn't really my scene either."
They told Sam and Micky their plan, it was met with two giant smiles and a promise that they would walk home and not to worry. Micky and Sam knew this was just the push the couple needed.
This is my first attempt at fanfic of any kind. Your thought would be much appreciated! (Please?)
