You tapped on the red door to the country house, in Texas. You pulled your coat closer to you as you looked through the side window, people, people, everywhere. Your teeth chattered. You heart was racing. Your old friend, who was now a television star birthday party was happening. With each passing moment, memories flooded your mind. The first time you and him went horse riding. The time, mid-summer you walking barefoot, through the field of tall grass. The time you played hide and seek in the forest. Your first kiss with him.

"Hi." Someone greeted you enthusiastically. He had a green beanie on top of his head, with a Texas accent, and a bright smile. He welcomed you in, shutting the door behind you. "I'll taking your coat." He said after you slid your coat off, revealing your flowy dark blue dress. His eyes widened, as he saw the dress on you. "You sure do look awfully pretty, darlin'." Darling was his nickname, for you and for you only.

"Thank you, Mike." You nodded, following him through family and friends. You spotted three men talking to each other. A short one who dressed rather fashionably, one taller one with Indian inspired clothing and one with a yellow turtle neck on. Mike grabbed your hand, not wanting to lose you. You got closer to the three men, and finally realized they were the rest of the Monkees.

"Ello, love." The short one Davy said, putting his hand out for me to shake it. You gladly accepted, and shook it.

"(Y/N). Nice to meet you." You said. The other to men were waiting. Peter and Micky.

"Hey, ho, there you go." Said Micky hugging you. You hugged back. You thought about how crazy they were on the show, but they were actually really cool guys, even though they were naturally crazy jokers. You smiled widely, and sighed deeply, as Micky let go.

"Um.. hey." You kissed Peter on the cheek, making him blush a deep red. I thought Mike would be furious with me but he was not. You giggled at his expression though. It was an 'are you kidding me?' stare. I smirked. You were satisfied.

-time skip-

The party filed out, the drunk and the clean. You and the Monkees were the only ones left. You started to pick up the plastic cups, before Davy popped his head through the door, making you jump a bit. "Love, do you want to play spin the bottle, with the mates and I?" His British accent promising. "Sure." You dropped the cups on the table and walked your way to the living room.

You sat down next to Davy and Mike, back to the couch. There was a empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. There was a one in four chance you would get Mike. "Ladies, first." Mike said. You nodded and swallowed. You hesitantly spun the bottle. You casually kissed Davy on the lips. Peter threw up his hands. "Why is it always Davy?"
It was Davy's turn. It spun on you. You kissed him again. It was almost like a husband and wife greeting each other. Well, that was weird, you thought. You spun the bottle again landing between Peter and Micky. You kissed them both and since it was in the middle you got to go again. It spun on Mike. You smiled weakly. "It fine if you don't want to kiss me." Mike mumbled. Before he could say anything else, your lips crashed into his. You were happy, he was happy. "Happy birthday, Mike." You said, faces inches apart, his hot breath on your soft skin.

A little Happy Birthday imagine for Mr. Michael 'Green Beanie' Nesmith.