(Hello. So I have been doing this Supernatural one shot story called 'Everything but the kitchen sink' mainly it's a bunch of Supernatural oriented one shots that I either write or people give me. I got to thinking, if I can do Supernatural one shots I might be able to do Monkees one shots.

So this is my first attempt at a Monkees one shot and I'm sorry for any mistakes I may make. Please let me know and I'll fix it ASAP.

Requests and reviews are welcome.

I'll do any kind except slash! I don't like reading slash so I'm not writing it.

Also, I do not own The Monkees.)

Peter liked thunder storms, for the most part. He loved the smell and how everything looked fresh and clean afterwards and the lightning flashing across the sky looked pretty. Yes in the daylight Peter liked storms. However at night he hated it. He knew it was dumb and there was nothing really to be afraid of. Rain and thunder couldn't hurt you, lightning could, but only if you were outside. Peter was inside in bed listening to the booming of thunder drowning out Micky's snoring and using all of his willpower not to yell. No one else in the pad knew he was afraid of thunderstorms, how could he tell them that he was scared of a little thunder and lightning. Another crack of thunder sounded and Peter leapt from his bed stuffing his fist into his mouth to try not to yell. Placing a hand over his thumping heart he tiptoed past Mike and Davy's beds and opened the door and snuck out into the hall. Feeling his way down the staircase and stubbing his toe on the chair he made it to the kitchen and paused, hoping he didn't wake anyone up. Satisfied that he didn't he opened the fridge and in the glow of the fridge light he grabbed the carton of milk and turned around to set it on the table to grab a glass. Just then another flash of lightning blanked the sky lightning up the kitchen and he nearly dropped the milk carton in surprise. Mike was leaning up against the wall leading in from the living room and kitchen.

"Hey Shotgun. Can't sleep?" Mike asked smiling slightly as he stepped into the kitchen turning the light on and taking the carton from Peter.

"Jezz Mike," Peter whispered squinting trying to get his eyes adjusted to the suddenly blinding light "What are you trying to do give me a heart attack?"

"Sorry, I heard you leave the room and come down into the kitchen so I thought I'd see what you were up to." The Texan said grabbing a small sauce pan and pouring some milk into it and putting it onto the stove then he grabbed a spoon and started stirring it so it wouldn't burn.

"So, can't you sleep Pete?" Mike questioned looking at the fair haired man who was sitting at the table. Peter shook his head.

"The storm is keeping me up." Peter admitted sighing.

"Ahh, yeah, pesky things thunder storms." Mike said as another flash if lightning shot across the sky followed by a boom of thunder. Peter shuttered, something that didn't go unnoticed by Mike. They were silent the only sound was the booming of the thunder and the scraping of the wooden spoon against the sauce pan.

"Can you get me two mugs please?" Mike asked finally braking the quiet as he took the milk off the burner. Peter got up and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and set them on the counter. Mike then went to another cupboard and grabbed some hot chocolate mix that they had bought last December, something Davy insisted on for some reason or another, and spoons from the drawer he opened up the container and added two spoonful's to one mug and three to another. Then turning back to the stove Mike grabbed the hot milk and added it into the chocolate then after putting the pan in the sink and filling it up with water to soak he set one mug down in front of Peter and sat down across from him stirring his hot chocolate thoughtfully. Peter took his mug and started stirring his own chocolate mixture not looking at Mike.

"You know," Mike said as he looked at his friend "My aunt always said that thunder is Angels bowling." Peter looked at Mike in surprise. How did Mike know he was scared of storms?

"Yeah, my mom said that as well." Peter said "Still…there's something about thunder storms that freak me out at night. I mean in the day its fine, I have things too keep me occupied, you know, music, doing random stuff…" Peter trailed off taking a sip of hot coco.

"Yeah, it's night when things start to get to you." Mike nodded as he took a sip of his own hot chocolate. Peter just nodded. They sat in silence until they were done then Mike took the cups and rinsed them out.

"Think you'll be able to get back to sleep?" He asked. Peter yawned and nodded. The rumble of thunder was further away now and the lightning seemed to be coming slower and slower.

"Ok then, come on." Mike said and shutting off the kitchen light he followed Peter upstairs.

"Good night Mike." Peter said yawning again as he crawled into bed.

"Good Night Pete." Mike said flopping down onto his own bed and listened as the final rumbles of thunder rolled away and Peter's breathing slowing down to the deep even breathing that sleep brings.