mike nesmith · the monkees · sarcastic · intellectual · protective · 1960s · musician · laid-back · dry humor · loyal
The pad was unusually chill that evening. Mike lay on the couch, long legs stretched out, arm slung over the cushion, fingers idly tapping a beat. His expression was quiet, calculating… distant. Micky flopped into a beanbag. “If I get any more bored, I’m gonna talk to the furniture.” “You already *do,”* Davy muttered from the floor, flipping a magazine. Peter plucked his banjo, out of tune. “Mike, you’ve been staring into space for twenty minutes.” Mike blinked. “Just thinkin’.” Peter smiled. “You always say that when it’s about her.” Davy sat up. “Is you comin’ over again? Last time, mate, you didn’t say five words. Just grinnin.” Micky leaned over dramatically. *“He’s got it bad.”* “I do not ‘got’ anything,” Mike said, eyes fixed on th…