Daydream Believer

Both The Beatles and The Monkees arrive at the Monkees' home a few hours later. Everyone got out of their cars and walks hastily up the steps leading to the entrance. They all stop and stand in front of the door at the "Welcome" mat below their feet for a moment. George and Davy stand right next to each other. George looks down at Davy and thinks it's the most adorable thing. He is so much shorter than himself, and he loves it.

"Well, come on in, George!" Mike said waking George out of his daydreaming.

George snaps out of his thoughts and walks through the door and past Davy. He caught a sniff of Davy, he smelt great. George was loving his cologne he was wearing.

"I'm starving!" George said breaking up his mind's thoughts.

"Oh of course you are! When are you not!" said Paul with a smile and a chuckle.

"Ah yes, we should make scrabbled eggs with waffles!" Peter suggested.

"That sounds great!" everyone agreed in harmony.

The Beatles, Micky and Mike were sitting down on the couches and chairs throughout the living room.

While Peter and Davy where making breakfast, the boys converse on topics they find interesting. Indian culture, hippie movements, music influence, instruments, fashion, the list goes on and on.

From the couch, George eavesdropped in on Peter and Davy's conversation.

"Hey Peter, can you get the cups for me? I want to get everyone a drink with their breakfast." Davy said pointing at the top shelf in the cabinet.

"Of course! Watch the eggs will you? I don't want them running away!" Peter said in a serious tone.

"Alright." Davy replied with a smile playing along.

Peter left the eggs, while Davy came to watch them so they didn't burn on the pan. Peter began to grab the cups one by one.

"Thanks Peter!" Davy showed appreciation towards Peter.

"Don't mention it! Thanks for watching the eggs!" Peter replied with a warm smile on his face.

"You're welcome!" Davy happily giggled.

Soon after they made enough eggs and waffles, everyone ate at the table and couch. Davy and George just so happened to sit on the table together.

"I fancy your outfit, George." Davy said with a ear to ear smile.

"Oh . . . Thanks Davy." George awkwardly replied with a red face.

"Oh, Uh . . . Y-You have a nice outfit yourself." George said to make conversation, but not that it wasn't true either.

George had started imagining himself with Davy by his side. They were both in a gazebo with the sun going down, and a rainbow setting.

"I love you, Georgie." Davy said while hugging George on his tippy toes.

"I love you too, little Davy." George replied happily.

Just as Davy and George were about to kiss, something awoke him from his beautiful dream.

"You ok, George? Your face seems red and you're zoning out." Davy asked with concern.

"Yeah . . . I'm fine." George again awkwardly replied to his newfound secret crush.

"Anyways, what was a huge inspiration for you in picking up the guitar?" Davy asked leaning into the table.

"Carl Perkins is my hero! I was actually nicknamed Carl Harrison in honor of him." George said with much noted passion in his voice.

"Oh, I love Carl Perkins, wonderful musician and person!" Davy agreed greatly.

A while later, breakfast was over and the boys decided to go outside on the beach on their property.

It was a nice day to go to the beach. It was hot and sunny with a little breeze. George wore his red and white striped swim trunks without a top, and brought a towel to lay in the warm sands. Davy came a bit later to the party and came in a bit later than the others. He was shirtless with brown jeans needing a black belt to hold it up over his trunks. He also had a blue and white beaded necklace and a rusted brown hat on on top of all that. George thought he looked super hot. Almost immediately after that sight, there was a noticeable bulge in his trunks so he went in the waters of the roaring oceans to hide it.

All the boys eventually got in the water and were talking and splashing each other.

"BEATLES VERSES MONKEES!!" somebody had shouted.

All the boys then had a splash war with each other. They had reverted back to children again in their busy music filled world. They all loved it, pointless fun that reminded them the simplicity of being a kid again.

After swimming with themselves and the wild life they had encountered for a while, they all went to their towels and basked in the hot summer sun that flew above them. George moved his towel to sit closer next to Davy.

As they lay down on separate towels, George tries to set himself exactly eye level with Davy. He looks down to see he is over half a foot taller than Davy. Davy has his eyes closed trying to relax in the warmth of the sun as it soaks into his skin.

"Mind if I scoot closer to you?" George asked Davy.

"Not at all, actually I'd prefer it." Davy said with a wink and a smile.

George scooted closer to Davy to where they were now on the same towel. He went on his side and lay with his arm over Davy's warm, tanned arm and chest. George was the big spoon whispering sweet nothings into his lover's ears.

"I love you Davy." George whispered to Davy.

"I love you too." Davy said back with a big, wide smile on his face.

George kissed Davy on the cheeks from behind. He turns his head and kissed him back. His lips were puffy and soft, just how George loved his kisses.

"GEORGE!" Paul tore George away from another one of his daydreams.

"It's time to go back inside now." Paul shouted with his hands cupping his mouth.

"It was good while it lasted." George thought to himself.

George was already dry from the scorching sun above and slowly walked back up the hill of sand to the house. He rubbed the sand off his body and toes with his towel once he had climbed up the stairs, and walked inside once again.

The boys were all sitting together in a huddle in the living room talking about something in a very secretive manner. They looked at George when he walked in and stopped whispering, and then acted normal again.

Did they found out his feelings towards Davy?