The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Micky imagine

I was sitting there under the oak tree I called my home. I came here since I was little, and I couldn't believe They were chopping down this tree and everyone in this park. It's beautiful Bark and green leaves would be gone forever. Just a stump would remain. I checked the time and panicked seeing I had to go home quick before Dinner started. Everyone loved to eat dinner and leave me nothing. As I jogged my way out of the park, I saw a group of protestors. Some of them had instruments and were
Playing their protest. One in specific had caught my eye. He had curly brown hair and the cutest nose. I stopped and stared for a while then continued my jog. As I pass by him he turn to me and strummed his guitar and sang,
"Oh beautiful lady with The pretty eyes,
Won't you protest with us, and stay a while?"
I turned to see it was the cute boy. I blushed and
Smiled and the most gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Yeah, I don't see why not."
I knew I had to get home but I really had a good vibe from this boy. We sang together and protested. We stopped about an hour or two later and he said,
"Hi I'm Micky" and held his hand out.
You shook it gladly,
"Hi I'm y/n"
"Pretty name for a pretty person"
And you smiled and you guys sang some more.
You and Micky ended up going on a date the next day, and since then, your destiny was within him.