Hello once again! This is part two and the end of this story I hope you liked part one! It gets happier in the end of this chapter so fear not!
I just want to say merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate to all my readers enjoy!
If you're a Beatles fan you could go check out my other story, It Won't Be Long
Maybe This Christmas
CHAPTER 2The long scratch on his face finally healed leaving behind an ugly and extremely visible scar. Micky didn't care if it looked unappealing. He didn't care that girls gave him snide remarks when they saw it. He only needed Mike, what did he care about some silly girl? The real reason he resented every inch of it was the memory it brought back. Micky couldn't so much as glance at himself in the mirror without reliving that terrible Christmas day when he lost everything. For the next few months after the incident he could even close his eyes without seeing Mike's motionless dead body and lifeless eyes. Those eyes that usually had a warm happy feel were blank and dead.
The loneliness was the worst. The house of 1334 North Beechwood Drive that was usually bursting with the loud liveliness of two rowdy young men was dead quiet. Micky kept having to remind himself not to get worried when he woke up in the morning and Mike wasn't there next to him. It was just him. He was all alone. He had to stop trying to fool himself.
He pretty much became just a shell of the person he used to be. This worried people mostly his family. They tried so hard to break him out of his depression trance, to get him to laugh, joke or even just make a simple smile but it was no use. Micky hadn't cracked a smile in months. For anyone who knew Micky, this wasn't normal. Everyone missed the old Micky; they missed his crazy ways, his James Cagney impressions, his contagious laughter and his bright smile. This person they've been seeing wasn't their Micky. No, their Micky was long gone.
Once they'd invited Micky over to his old home to see his mother and his sisters in another failed attempt to get out some of that cheeriness that he had locked away all this time. Just like any other time they had seen him, he was wearing that dirty raggedy old, bloody green hat. There hadn't been a single moment where he was seen without it and it was starting to annoy Mrs. Dolenz.
"Why. Must. You. Wear. That. Ugly. Hat. Every time I see you. It's covered in blood Micky for god sakes," his mother had whined grabbing it off his head, "I'm going to wash it…"
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE! GIVE IT BACK!" he hollered his eyes bulging out red causing everyone to look in his direction. She had no idea how much what she said impacted Micky. He looked down and whispered once more in an almost begging tone, "please give it back…"
The tone of his voice was so pitiful that she gave in and handed it to him. He grabbed it, clutched it to his chest and ran off to his old room slamming the door behind him and everyone sat there in silence with their mouths gaping open at what they just saw. Micky had never, in his lifetime, blown up like that and it scared his family something awful.
Micky tried hard to be less depressed. He knew very well that Mike wouldn't want it to be like this and he was right… Michael, though dead, had been there every day with him. Mike had to endure all the torture of seeing his beautiful Micky fall apart piece by piece and suffer, as he stood there helpless.
Poor Mike had been so confused at first. Personally he thought he was still alive.
Small FlashbackOn that Christmas night last year Mike walked through the door and got scared when he heard a huge crash. He rushed over to see Micky at the bottom of the staircase calling out to him.
"Micky! Are you okay man?" he asked leaning over him but Micky didn't seem to notice even though Mike was directly over his eyes. "MICKY!" he yelled again but Micky just kept crying and mumbling about how he wanted Mike back. "Micky, It's okay, I'm right here, look at me please!" Mike was practically pleading right now but Micky still didn't notice his presence.
When Micky lifted himself up Mike screamed when Micky walked right through him. He stared with wide terrified eyes as Micky grabbed everything in sight and chucked it at the wall while screaming in absolute agony.
"MICKY PLEASE STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled desperately at him but once again there was no use. Mike was dead and he knew that whatever he did Micky would never see him again. So Mike gave up and sat in the corner of the room with his knees brought up to his chest sobbing as he watched his lover lose himself.
End of Flashback
Though he knew it was no use Mike always stayed with Micky. Whenever he felt lonely Mike would talk to him though he knew Micky couldn't hear him. Whenever he cried Mike would hold him though he knew Micky couldn't feel him. It broke his heart everyday to see the person Micky had become and Mike did everything he could to help.
Now it was officially a year after the accident and Christmastime was rolling around. This was the first time in his life that Micky really wasn't looking forward to the Holidays. For one this would be the first Christmas where he was all alone. Of course his family had invited him over but he declined. Not that he didn't love his family its just that he didn't want to bring everyone's spirits down and make them feel like they've failed again with him.
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Micky slammed his hand down on the alarm clock and groaned really not hell bent on going to work. Grabbing the straightening iron he sauntered over to the bathroom to fix his curly mop of hair. After he finished and his hair was straight he grabbed the green wool hat from his bedside and squashed it onto his head. Before Micky left he checked the calendar because the last time he didn't, he ended up at work on a weekend. Sure enough his quick thinking paid off, it just so happened to be Christmas day. Sighing, he walked solemnly down the stairs and decided to practice a song he wrote. It was a song about Mike and though Micky was never a songwriter, it was a good way to let it all out. It was called "I Wanna Be Free." He picked up Mike's old Gretch and began to sing in a sweet voice
It was going smoothly until he got to one part
I wanna hold your hand,Walk along the sand,Laughing in the sun,Always having fun,Doing all those things,Without any strings to tie me down-Micky's voice cracked and he stopped singing abruptly and his eyes began to water. He put the guitar down. No he could continue another day, singing this on the anniversary of his beautiful Mike's death brought back too many memories. Micky jumped as he heard his doorbell ring. Quickly wiping his eyes, he walked over too see his neighbours Peter and Davy standing on the other side. They weren't exactly friends but they were nice guys.
"Hey Micky, just wanted to let you know were having a Christmas party and we want to know if you'd like to come." Davy asked handing him a homemade invitation.
"Ya no one should be alone on Christmas…" Peter added shyly. Mike was standing behind Micky (again unbeknownst to everyone) secretly wishing Micky would accept so he could see him smile for once. Micky hesitated slightly but eventually agreed and they led him to their house.
Micky sat on the couch in the middle of the room looking around at the happy couples dancing around and laughing and he imagined that being him and Mike. Mike sat right next to him and knew exactly what he was thinking for he wished the exact same thing. Mike got up and walked back to the pad. Going into the basement he picked up a piece of paper and started to write. He knew it was childish but it was worth a try.
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is to
spend one last night with him
Mike Nesmith
Just as Mike finished he watched in awe as neat lettering suddenly appeared at the bottom of the paper. It read: Your wish has been granted, Merry Christmas.
Mike made a smile that could have lit up the world and ran back to the neighbours' house.
Back at the house Micky decided he needed some fresh air and made his way to the back door of the house. He most certainly did not expect what was on the other side. Opening the door and looking into the gazebo there stood Mike. Micky almost fainted but caught himself before he could fall. He blinked again but there was Mike, smiling up at him. And for the first time in a year Micky Dolenz smiled and not just a grin, a mouth open cheery I'm-the-luckiest-man-alive kind of smile that lit up the whole world. Not caring that he acquired a small crowd behind him he jumped over the fence and made a beeline for his boyfriend that he thought he would never see again. He jumped on Michael knocking them both to the ground and by habit they looked at each other and broke into a fit of beautiful laughter. When they picked themselves up and stood staring into each other's eyes it wasn't long before Micky threw his arms around Mike and started to sob into his shoulder. Though this was not sad sobbing. Micky was done with that this was sobbing of pure and utter joy.
He didn't care how this was possible, as long as he had Mike he was fine, something he hadn't been in a while and he loved every second of it. There was so much they both wanted to say but they just looked into each other's eyes and said,
"I love you Mike."
"I love you too Micky." And that said enough. Standing slightly on his toes to reach Mike's height he took the green wool hat off his head and placed it on his head. Mike then took out the small white box and slipped a ring on each of their fingers. Then they did one of the things that they missed the most, they shared one long passionate kiss with each other. When they separated they just stood there with their arms around each other's necks staring once more into each other's eyes and smiling. The two danced and laughed the rest of the night. Everything was absolutely perfect.
"What is he doing?" one of the guests said looking at the gazebo.
"It looks like he's dancing all by himself," said another.
"Well whatever it is," Peter interjected smiling ear-to-ear, "he looks happy and that's all that matters!" Everyone one agreed for they all knew his story. It was truly a Christmas miracle.
Well there you have it the end of the story! I hope you enjoyed it I loved writing it! Happy holidays to you all!
Thank you to all my readers and please review if you can, I would really appreciate it and would like to know what you thought
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Georgia