Feels Like We're Living In The Past (Modern Monkees AU)

Prologue: The Beginning Part 1

Cases upon cases hitting the sidewalk, along with himself, and what he guessed was the angry owner shouting, "Watch where you're going!"

It would've been the one time he looked at his phone for too long that he'd run into a stranger.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" He apologized, looking over to the stranger who had also decided to sit there for a moment.

"I spent my whole paycheck on this set, if they're damaged I expect compensation" They demanded, and he was quick to nod in agreement.

"So, you're a drummer?" He started to stand up now, holding out a hand to help the stranger.

"Yeah, started about a year ago" They took the hand, mumbling a thank you.

"I can help you carry these, from one musician to another" He gave them a kind smile.

"Sounds good, wool hat" They teased, picking up a few cases.

"Ah, I'm Mike, Mike Nesmith" He joined him in picking up the drums.

"Micky Dolenz"

-

"Where'd you get that hat, Mick?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Mike" He shuffled through the doorway into the apartment.

"Peter, meet Mike Nesbit"

"Nesmith"

"Mike, my roommate Peter Tork" Micky introduced them through grunts.

"Nice to meet you Mike!" Peter held a hand out despite Mike's hands being full.

"Uh, nice to meet you too" That's when Micky started setting the cases down in the middle of their living room.

Mike followed suit, stacking the drums carefully, not wanting a repeat accident.

"So, what do you play?" Micky moved to sit on the couch.

"You're a musician too?" Peter asked, and Mike couldn't help smiling softly at Peter's excitement.

"Yeah, I play guitar, what about you two?"

"Drums and guitar" Micky was the first to answer.

"Guitar, bass, piano, and banjo" Peter smiled proudly.

"Do ya write any songs?" Peter was quick to nod, "Well, I wouldn't mind hearin' 'em one day"

-

It was pretty standard to see Denny's this barren this late at night. He hadn't meant to stay out so late anyway, but he decided a cheap meal here would be better than accidentally waking Micky trying to cook. And while it never looked as appetizing as the picture, it still did the job.

"E-Excuse me?" Peter looked up from his eggs at the British stranger.

"Hello!" He greeted, noticing the suitcases and looking to them a little confused.

"I just moved 'ere, I was wondering if you knew of any cheap places to stay?"

"Oh, well, prices are higher around here because of the area, maybe you can find someone to stay with instead" He suggested, and that's when the stranger sat down across from him.

"But I dunno anyone 'ere, I've been in this dump all day trying to find a place" They gestured around the place for emphasis.

"What's your name?"

"David Jones"

"I'm Peter Tork, now you know me" He smiled triumphantly.

"So you're saying I can stay with you?" David began to smile now too.