as we go along ( monkees imagines )

peter

After a disastrous day at work, you wanted nothing more than to be at home. It was your birthday today and, while you had neglected to make plans, a little part of you hoped that there would be some sort of celebration. Nothing major but...just something.

Your co-workers seemed disinterested despite the hints. No one even bothered to grab a card from the corner store. Maybe you shouldn't have these silent expectations but, come on, even the bare minimum would have been nice.

The radio silence from the people at work didn't hurt as much as the one from your own friends. You understood the tugs and pulls of life could get in the way. It happened. Things slipped from minds and dates get jumbled. Even if you reluctantly accepted this defeat, the disappointment remained.

You supposed this just wasn't going to be your day.

Trudging up the steps, you figured you could still make a nice memory out of this. A night to yourself didn't sound half bad.

Coming up the steps to your apartment, you found yourself face to face with one of those busy friends. It was touring season and you didn't expect anyone to be around.

The sight of Peter Tork at your door wasn't an everyday occurrence (though you secretly wished it was). He appeared lost until he caught sight of you. You noticed a handful of balloons in one hand and a shoddily wrapped gift in the other. A smile bloomed on his face, showing off that little dimple all the girls loved. The moment you were close enough, he enveloped you in a hug. It was a bit awkward with the things in his hands but you both made do.

Your head nestled against his neck. The smell of his woodsy incense enveloped you. He leaned close to whisper a birthday greeting before pulling away completely. He held the box out for you to take.

"You didn't think I would forget, did you?"