Daydream Believer

Is It Me You're Looking For?

At that moment, Jean was nervous and excited. They were strangers to her, or so she thought.

The doors opened. "Oh, that must be us," Micky said.

A girl with long, brown hair and bright green eyes came out in a wheelchair, her legs in casts. The nurse walked with her and said, "Jean, these are the boys taking care of you."

Jean's eyes opened a little wider. "Micky?!"

All the guys looked at Micky, wondering how she knew him.

"What's up, cus?" He answered.

It was getting more awkward by the second.

"Micky, I didn't know you lived in Malibu!"

"I didn't know you did, too." He gently hugged her. "So first to introduce my friends. The tall one is Mike Nesmith. The short one is Davy Jones and the latter is Peter Tork."

They all shyly waved.

"Come with us, we have our car out front," Mike said, ushering Jean to the elevator.

"You're shaking, are you okay?" Peter asked.

"Oh, oh, yeah. I'm fine," Jean gulped.

~

"We're here," Mike said.

Micky rolled her wheelchair out of the elevator. The boys walked behind him. He stopped at the door and Mike ran up to get it.

They walked to the parking lot.

"Now Micky and Davy," Mike said, "you'll sit in the back with Jean. Peter, you're with me."

"But how will she get in? I mean, she won't be able to on her own," Davy whispered to Mike, indicating Jean's legs.

"Don't worry, Davy, I think I figured something out," Mike replied, walked over to Jean, and knelt down.

"Hey Jean, we know that we're strangers and everything, but would you mind if I pick you up and help you in the car?"

"Tell me something new about my legs," Jean thought. "No, not at all," she replied.

She felt warm hands embrace her back and under her thighs as she was lifted into the back seat of the car.

"Easy goes it, Mike," Micky said.

His hands were warm and gentle and his eyes were a magnificent deep brown.

~

"Micky, do you really think she trusts us?" Davy whispered to Micky.

"It's gonna take some time, Davy, you can't just gain trust like that," Micky quietly replied.

Mike then said, "One more turn, and we'll be home."

"You're gonna love it," Peter said.

"Yeah, we live right on the beach," Davy added.

"You can literally step out the back porch and onto the beach!" Peter said. Mike nudged Peter, "Step? Come on, Pete, don't make it worse than it already is." Mike whispered back.

"We're here!" Micky exclaimed.

Jean got nervous again. She pushed herself up in order to make the trip out easier.

"You ready?" Mike asked.

"I am now," she replied, and Mike picked her up out of the back seat and put her in the wheelchair.

"Thanks," she told Mike and smiled.

Author's note 5/13/18 - Much less cringy now