The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Cut (pt.2)

Authors note-
Hiii sorry I've been a little inactive 😟 this month has been really strange so far 💀
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Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what would've happened If you expressed your feelings towards Micky earlier, and if you did, would he have reciprocated?
These thoughts ran through your head as props were being rearranged and set up.
"Y/n?" A pair of big eyes turn towards you.
"Yes?" You respond.
"Are you doing okay?"
"I'm great. Nothing much going on."
"You don't really seem to be doing okay. I'm not trying to push you, but I hope you know I'm here for you whenever you need me."
You couldn't help but think out loud.
"But why? I don't really understand why you enjoy our conversations or want to be here for me. I give you cracked responses and short sentences. It doesn't make sense why you would be here for me."
He looked at you with confusion and more than anything, hurt. That confused you even more. Why did he actively pursue conversations knowing you barely speak. It was hard to, as 9 times out of 10 you turn red and become flustered.
"I know we aren't the closest y/n, but If you let me, I'd like to be."
Again confusion arose. He was trying to be a good person, at best, good coworker hoping to be friends.
Before you could speak, the next scene was about to be shot and prop trees surrounded the two of you.
"I would say it's a beautiful day but I bet we can both spare the small talk." His character began.
"I have no words for-"
Before you could finish your line one of the tree props began falling and it felt like slow motion. It was right above you and heading down faster than a shooting star.
All the sudden everything went black. Your conciseness disappeared as did the panicked voices around you. Before it was completely faded, you could hear the echos of Mickys voice calling for you in a deeply concerned panic.