This is my first monkees fanfic. I do NOT own the monkees, I only own the original character of my story.

It was an unusually chilly morning in the month of december,when Stephanie awoke to a loud noise coming from downstairs. Freeing herself from the warmth of her bed covers, Stephanie left her bedroom, and made her way down the spiral staircase where she could see a familiar figure with curly brown hair polishing his drum kit.

Silently climbing off the bottom step, Stephanie made her way over to the curly haired figure, and gently placed a friendly hand upon his shoulder.

"Good morning Micky."Stephanie said in a cheerful tone

"Morning steph." Micky replied still polishing away

"Need a hand?"stephanie asked

"Nah. I'm almost finished." Micky politely declined

"Okay."Stephanie sighed"Guess I'll go get started on making breakfast then."

Leaving Micky alone to finish polishing his drums, Stephanie made her way over to the kitchen to get started on the morning's breakfast. It didn't take long for the smell of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee to wander through the house and attract two sleepy roommates to enter the kitchen rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

Without even having to turn around to notice their arrival, Stephanie poured two cups of coffee and handed one to the blonde bass player wearing orange footie pajamas, and another to the shorter English band member, who quickly scrunched his nose once he took a whiff of the coffee.

"What's the matter?"asked the bass player

"I've never been much of a coffee drinker."the English man replied

"Okay jones, either drink the coffee or find something else to drink I don't have all day." Stephanie said while still standing over the hot stove

"This coffee isn't bad steph."

"Thanks Pete." said Stephanie

"It's much better than the one that Micky makes."said Peter

"Hey!"Micky shouted from across the room" I can't help it if I like to make extra strong coffee."

"So Davy? Are you gonna drink that or not?asked Stephanie " it's not like it's poisoned."

"Well, I guess I haven't got much of a choice." Davy gulped as he put the mug to his lips "Hey, that's not bad."

"See. I told ya." Stephanie smiled

As soon as breakfast was ready,everyone sat down at the table ready to eat when they noticed someone was missing. Wondering where the fourth monkee could be,Stephanie started to ask if anyone had seen her hot tempered brother, who suddenly came rushing through the front door waving a piece of paper in his hands.