Daydream Believer

Sweet Young Thing

"Wow, you got a pretty nice place, guys," Jean said as she looked around. Her eyes stopped on the instruments near the porch.

"You guys are a band?!" Jean asked with excitement.

"Yeah, we're the Monkees. I'm on drums, Davy sings, Peter plays bass, and Mike plays the guitar," Micky said.

"The Monkees, the Monkees," Jean muttered."I think I heard you on the radio..."

"I'd hope so..." Davy said.

"By the way," Pete inquired,"why were those guys attacking you?"

"Yeah, why would they do that to someone as beautiful as you?" Mike asked, looking down.

Jean felt nervous. "Well," she gulped, "there's, uh- "Jean could say no more.

"Guys," Micky interrupted, "we need to talk." He pulled the others aside.

"What's wrong, Micky?" Pete asked.

"Look at her."

All the boys could see she was shaking.

"You do not ask what just happened to a girl who woke up from a coma! She is scared as hell. She will tell us when she wants to."

~

Dinner was filled with laughter and stories. There was a"discussion" about how Davy falls in love with every girl he meets.

"Look, it's not my fault. It's a curse!" Davy explained.

"Tell that to yourself, Casanova," Micky retorted.

Davy started to get out of his seat when Mike pushed him down and said, "Micky, come on now, I think it's time to stop picking on Davy."

"Aw, but I was just having fun," Micky replied.

"Well not to me it wasn't," Davy uttered. Everyone laughed.

Later on, Jean was outside on the porch. She had been thinking about what happened the last few days before she was injured in a wheelchair. There was a half-finished drawing of the sunset sitting on her lap. Just a few days ago, she had been serving a madman but escaped to freedom. She had finally been free from this agony, to then be almost beaten to death. But, she woke up in a hospital and is now staying with her cousin and three strangers. Tears streamed down her face.

Mike had never seen anyone so beautiful. He stood there in the doorway to the porch, watching her and smiling. When he realized that he was staring, he went up to her. She was crying.

"Is everything alright, Jean?" he asked. Chills went down her spine.

"No," she answered.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Well, I guess it's what happened the last few days I actually can remember."

"You can tell us anything. What's bugging you?"

"Well, when they find out I'm not dead, they'll look for me and kill me for sure."

"We'll keep you safe, don't worry," he said, straightening his denim jacket.