A distant night bird mocks the sun

by Monkeemama1985

I finally managed to come up with a back ground story for Stephanie that I like after tweaking it and writing so many versions. Anyhow, it's going to start out from Stephanie's point of view of her and mike's early lives then change into a regular story w

13. Chapter 13

A distant night bird mocks the sun

Chapter 13 and cold bare feet on hardwood floors

After the weird conversation they had in the car about whether Micky had been replaced by either an alien or a robot , the guys played their gig for that morning and headed back for home.

Since it was a nice day outside,the four monkees decided to make the most of it by hanging out down on the beach.

Gathering up a few beach towels and their old reliable beach ball which had seen better days,the four of them headed down to the beach.

While Davy decided to go for a quick swim,Mike laid down on one of the beach towel and covered his face with his wool hat hoping to catch a few winks as Peter and Micky played a game of beach ball.

"Are you sure you're not an alien ?"asked Peter

"Yes peter."Micky sighed "I'm sure that I am not an alien ."

"What about a robot ? because I think it would be groovy to be a robot." said Peter

"I'M sure it would be Pete."Micky said with a smile

Not letting the interesting yet strange conversation ruin their game,Micky and Peter resumed playing only to be joined by Davy who was holding a hand to the side of his face.

"What happened to you?" Asked Micky

"I don't want to talk about it." Davy sighed

" You should talk about it Davy , no matter what it is."said Peter

It wasn't until the three of them saw a big buff beach bully and his girlfriend walk past them that Micky and Peter put two and two together.

Shaking their head at their poor love struck friend that the two of them grabbed him and headed over to where Mike was trying to sleep.

Kicking sand toward the tall Texan, the other three watched as their friend threw off his hat and looked up at them in anger.

"Whose bright idea was that?"Mike asked as he brushed off the sand

"It doesn't matter."said Micky "Davy needs some help."

"And why does Davy need help?" asked Mike

"Lets just say he is lucky to be alive."micky sighed

"It was nothing."said Davy

"Davy why not just tell us what happened."Peter encouraged

" I already told you it was nothing !" Davy said as he grew agitated

"Just leave him alone fellas,he'll tell us whenever he wants to." Mike sighed

Since there was no point in his going back to sleep,Mike decided to keep an eye on the other three so that they could stay out of trouble.

Spending a few more hours out on the beach,the four of them finally gathered up their things and headed for home where they dined on Peter's famous cream of root bear soup.