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MICKY'S POV

I walk out of Violet's room and sit down playing with my thumbs.

Is it really the end of our relationship? I can't see that actually happening. I guess it's because I still like her.

I wonder what she was going to say to me before the nurse walked in. I look over to the clock and see that it's 7:15am. I would be going over to the studio right now.

The studio! Crap, I forgot to call them! I run over to the phones and dial the number.

"Hello?" I hear Bob's voice.
"Bob! It's Micky,"
"Micky, where have you been?! You're late! Where are you?"
"I'm at the hospital for Violet,"
"What happened to Violet?"
"She got in trouble last night, I'll explain later but I'm not gonna be able to come in today,"
"Alright, Micky, fine. You're lucky that we're just re shootin scenes but I guess we'll have to start the new episode today,"
"Sorry, Bob. It's really important why I'm here,"
"I'll see you later Micky," we both hang up.

I sit back down and see that the nurse walks out of Violet's room.

"Can I go back in?" I ask her.

"Yes, you can," I get up from my chair and walk back to Violet's room.

Violet looks at me, "The nurse said that I can leave today,"

"That's great!" I give her a big smile.

"But I'm not able to walk. I can't go to Harry's everyday and serve people," she looks down.

I take a seat on her bed at her feet. "How long til you get the cast off?"

"A month,"

"Um, well, you could probably stay at my place until you're ready to go. And maybe I can get you a job at the studio?"

"Micky that's a bit too much, haven't you had enough of me already?" she asks giving me a small smile.

"Violet, it's perfectly fine. And I haven't had enough of you-yet," I joke with her. She giggles and looks down.

"But really Micky, that's too much for me to ask,"

"Violet, I insist. Plus, I would feel more comfortable with you at my place instead of you at your place alone," she scratches her head.

"You're right, but still,"

"But still what?"

"I don't know, I just-I don't know, nevermind,"

"So, will you stay at my apartment?"

She thinks about this for a moment.

"I guess, thank you Micky. It means a lot," I'm about to move my hand towards her leg but she flinches again.

"S-sorry, Micky. I don't know why I keep doing that,"

"It's okay, and you're welcome," I give her a reassuring nod.

"What time do you want to leave today?" I ask her.

"As soon as possible. I hate hospitals,"

I smile, "okay, Violet."

~3 hours later

The nurse and I help Violet get out of bed and walk her behind a curtain to change back into her regular clothes. She walks out wearing a black pencil skirt, a black shirt, a black flat shoe on one foot, and the other, a cast. She's on crutches. I look at her face and see the cuts and bandages. All of the sudden anger rushes through my body thinking about what those guys did to her but once I see Violet smile at me, I calm down.

"Ready to go?" I ask her.

"Yup," she says smiling. We sign out of the hospital and walk over to my car. I open the door for Violet and help her get settled in.

"Okay, where to, Miss?" I ask her in a french accent pretending to be her chauffeur.

"Haha, my apartment to pack up,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

20 minutes later, we arrive at Violet's apartment. I get out of the car and run over to Violet's side and open the door. I help her get out and we walk to the front.

Once we get inside her apartment, I realize that I've never actually been in it.

"Just wait here in the living room while I pack up my stuff," I nod and sit down on the couch.

I look around and see a poster of the Beatles and of course, the Monkees. I look to the corner of her room and see the Beatles record she got with me and I also see More of the Monkees.

Memories of THAT album. Mike got so pissed off at Don Kirschner he punched a wall. But thanks to him, we finally have creative control.

I look at the table and see a picture of Violet. A very young Violet. She looks like she's in 8th grade here. I look at her braids and smile. She's smiling a shy smile with no teeth showing, it's cute. Has she always been shy? Even before Phillip? Maybe it's just because it's a school picture. I look over to another picture and see a littler version of Violet. This version reminds me so much of Lily. I notice that in the picture she's with 2 other people. Must be her parents. Other than that, Violet looks adorable.

I wonder why she's never mentioned her parents? It's probably a touchy subject and she's been through alot lately so better off stay away from it.

I look at the bottom of the table and see a box. I open it and see old photos. Curiously, I go through them. These pictures look like they're from high school. As I come across one photo, I see Violet wrapped around another guy's arms. I take a look at his face. He has dark brown hair and he looks about my height. They both look so happy together and in the moment.

This must be Phillip. This has to be before anything started.

"What are you looking at?" Violet's voice startles me and I jump.

"Sorry, I was-"

"Micky! Don't go through my stuff, okay?" she walks over on her crutches, bends down, closes the box, and shoves them under the table.

"Sorry, Violet," I tell her embarrassed.

She sighs, "It's okay, Micky."

"Do you have all your stuff packed?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"Yes, ready to go?"

"Ready," we walk out the doors and to my car.

10 minutes later we get to my apartment. Again, I help Violet out and in my apartment. I take her bags and take the elevator.

Once we go inside, I set all her bags on the table.

"So, you can take my bed and I'll just take the couch," I tell her scratching my head. The couch is so uncomfortable to sleep on, but anything for Violet.

"Are you sure? That couch doesn't look too inviting to sleep on,"

"I'm sure and it's not that bad," I lie to her. I remember that I should probably change the sheets on my bed.

"I'm gonna go change the bed sheets so you wait here," I tell her. She nods.

Once I change the sheets I tell her that she can go in and unpack.

VIOLET'S POV

I never really realized how nice Micky's apartment is compared to mine. I look at the wall and see 2 gold records and some awards on the shelves. I also see some pictures of him and the other guys. I smile at Micky's goofy face.

They weren't kidding when they said Micky was basically playing himself on the show.

"Okay, it's all set," Micky says walking out of the room.

I give him a little smile and go into his room. I put my bags on the bed and put all my toiletries in the bathroom.

I hope this won't be too bad.