Classic Rock Imagines, Short Stories, and One-Shots

Micky Dolenz/The Monkees

You were spending the day at the beach. Life was getting pretty stressful, and a day off was just what you needed. And what better place to spend a day off than the beach?

You spread out a towel on the soft sand and laid down on top of it, closing your eyes and savoring the peace. After a while, you decided to walk along the water. You stood up and waded into the ocean, enough so that just your feet were emerged. The water was quite cold, but it felt nice, considering it was very hot that day.

You began to walk, but before you made it two feet in front of you, you felt a sudden pain in your head. Realizing that something had hit you, you turned around to see a volleyball rolling away from you. A young man with somewhat long, wavy brown hair ran over and picked up the ball. He looked up and saw you standing in front of him, rubbing the back of your head.

"Oh, Miss, I'm so sorry," he said. "Did I hit you?"

"It sure looks like it," you said, irritably.

"I'm really sorry, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," you said. "Just please keep your ball over there, will you?"

"S-sure, Miss," he said, turning around and running back to his group of friends.

You sighed and headed back to your towel. Walking didn't really interest you anymore. Sitting down, you pulled a magazine out of your beach bag and began to read. After a minute or so, you heard someone walking toward you.

"E-excuse me, Miss?" a voice asked. You looked up to see the young man from earlier standing a few feet away. Once he saw you looking at him, he froze. He rocked back and forth on his feet for a second before spinning around and sprinting back to his friends. You rolled your eyes and continued to read. It wasn't long before you heard more footsteps coming up behind you. You felt the newcomer sit down beside you.

"Hello there, Miss," he said in a Texan accent.

"Hello," you replied, not looking up from your magazine.

"My friend Micky over there seems to have taken a liking to you," he said. You looked up at the speaker. He had dark brown hair that was falling into his eyes, and was wearing a green beanie hat. His dark brown eyes looked you up and down as he waited for a response.

"Well, then, why doesn't this Micky talk to me himself?" you asked.

"He's too nervous, I suppose," the Texan replied. You shook your head, looking back at your magazine.

"I guess that's his problem, then," you said.

"Can't I get a name?" the Texan asked.

"[Y/N]," you replied.

"I'm Mike," the Texan said, holding out his hand. You looked at him and shook it. Then Mike walked back over to Micky and his two other friends.

You watched as Micky bounded up to Mike, no doubt asking for answers, his enthusiastic face falling as he listened to what Mike was saying. You saw his face light up with glee once more when the shortest friend began talking. Slightly amused, you stood up and walked toward the ocean. You were suddenly in the mood to swim.

Wading into the shallows of the ocean, you began to shiver at the coolness of the water. Standing still to get used to the temperature, you heard a melodic noise coming from the beach. You turned around to see Micky and his group of friends creating music on the shore. You walked toward them to hear the song better. Once you reached them, Micky began to sing.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else, but not for me

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment clouded all my dreams

But then I saw her face

Now I'm a believer

Not a trace

Of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

Oh, I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried...

You smiled at him as he sang, keeping the tempo with the beat of his drums. He smiled back, a very cute smile that you knew you'd never forget. Your eyes locked with his until the end of the song. Then, Micky stood up nervously.

"What'd you think, [Y/N]?" he asked hopefully.

You looked around at Mike and the other two musicians. They all had the same expression as Micky on their faces, and you couldn't help but smirk.

"That was wonderful," you replied. Micky sighed in relief as his friends clapped him on the back. He timidly walked out from behind his drums and took your hand, kissing it. You giggled.

"And you're a gentleman, too," you said. "I think you're a keeper, Micky."

"I'm glad you think so, because I doubt you'll ever be able to get rid of me," he exclaimed, smiling. The rest of the band chuckled. Micky then introduced you to the remaining two members of the group, Peter and Davy. Both of them waved, and you waved back. Then, everyone looked back at Micky.

"What now, Mick?" Mike asked.

"Now, we swim!" Micky shouted gleefully, pulling you toward the ocean. The rest of the band laughed and followed quickly.

The five of you spent the rest of the day swimming and playing around at the beach, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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Okay, can I just say that I love this one?

I wish this happened to me in real life, Micky's amazing...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading, voting, and all that jazz!