"No, I'm not going to go to that stupid new 60s store with you guys!" I said as my three best friends, Kara, Anya, and Veronica pleaded for me to go to the mall with them to go to this new store that opened up there the other day. If it had been any other store, I would've said "yes" automatically, but since it was a 1960s themed store I said "no". Why? Because, the 60s were the worst years in America so far besides the years of the Great Depression in my opinion.

"C'mon, Bella, please?" Anya asked. She was going puppy-eyed on me…. Oh no. That wasn't good.

"No, Anya, I don't want to go!"

"Then I'll start crying!"

I sighed. When Anya cried, she cried. I mean, she cried a lot.

"Fine! Just let me get my jacket," I said in defeat. I tied my red hair back in a ponytail and went to get my jacket.

"Yippee!" Anya started jumping up and down around my living room.

"Anya, calm down!" Kara sighed.

I came back with my jacket and we went to the mall.

"Come on come on come on you three! I see the store right over there!" Anya and Veronica said as they each grabbed either me or Kara and pulled us into the store.

"This doesn't look like a 60s store," Veronica stated as we looked around.

"Yeah, they don't have any Monkees items!" Kara and Anya said at the same time.

"True, but it's all dark in here…. And I don't see the cashier." I said. Suddenly, the doors closed behind us and the lights went out.

"KARA!" Anya screamed and grabbed Kara's arm.

I blinked, and suddenly we were all standing in water.

"Ew, I think we're in the ocean!" Veronica yelled as we waded to the shore.

"No shootin', Sherlock," Kara said sarcastically as she wrung out her turquoise shirt as well as she could while keeping it on.

"Hey!" We heard someone shouting from down the beach. We looked up and saw a blonde haired guy walking towards us.

"No way…" I heard Anya gasp. I squinted and then gasped myself.

"What are you girls doing here? And why are you all wet?" He asked when he was about 4 feet away from us.

"Uh…." We were all gaping as we took in who this guy was.

"Well?" he asked again.

Kara spoke up. "Um, we're kinda lost and Anya back there fell in the water, and then Veronica fell in, so Bella here and I had to save them…"

He looked at her like she was crazy, but then his eyes fell on Anya's face. You could almost see hearts in his eyes as he stared at her.

"Peter!" Another voice called from down the beach. We all looked and saw another guy coming down the beach.

"Peter, who are these girls?" The other guy said as he looked at us. He held his gaze at Veronica for a moment and then looked back at Peter.

"I dunno," Peter said.

Man, that's rude, I thought as I looked for a way to escape.

Just then, Anya started blabbing on and said "Ohmigosh! You're Micky Dolenz…. And…. And….. PETER TORK!" Then, she flat out fainted.

"Anya!" Veronica started panicking.

Kara and I sighed. I gripped the panicking dirty dish-water blonde's shoulder and said, "You know when she's excited she'll faint! Gosh…."

Peter and Micky looked worried. "Maybe you guys should come to the pad with us," Micky suggested.

Kara, Veronica and I glanced at each other. There wasn't really any other choice. The Monkees were the only people around here who could probably help us. Besides, all four of us were big fans of the group, even though I was still opposed to anything from the 1960s besides the Monkees.

"Yeah, that'd be…Groovy," Kara said uncertainly. Peter said that he'd carry Anya, and the six of us went to the Monkees' pad.

It looked exactly like it did on the show. The tv, the banister, the couch, the tables, even the monkey! Everything was exactly like it was on the show, except for the four 21st century girls standing in the living room.

"Wow! I never thought I'd ever be in the Monkees' house! This is great!" Kara whispered to me as Veronica started talking with Micky.

"Yeah…" I was a little out of it.

Kara didn't seem to realize that I wasn't paying attention. "Now, where are Mike and Davy? Really, I haven't met them yet, and you know that Davy's my favorite Monkee!"

As if on cue, Davy Jones walked down the staircase and spotted me and Kara.

"Well, 'ello you two," the dark haired Englishman said to Kara and me.

"Hi," Kara and I responded.

"What're you two's names?" he asked, studying the brunette with interest. Kara, Veronica, and Anya have their favorite Monkees liking them… They're lucky. There's no way that Mike Nesmith would like a redhead like me… I thought sadly as I let Kara talk to Davy. As soon as they were deep in conversation, I excused myself and went out to the porch of the Monkees' pad to get some fresh air.

I stared out at the ocean, allowing the warm breeze to ruffle my long hair as I slipped the hair tie out of it. The sun was setting; I hadn't realized it was so late.

"How are we ever going to get back to 2010?" I asked myself.

The door opened behind me, though I didn't hear it.

He surprised me, coming up beside me and leaning on the wooden wall enclosing the porch.

"The sunset is pretty, isn't it?" he asked, turning to look at me.

I looked out at the ocean. "Yeah…"

"I'm Mike. What's your name?"

"My full name's Isabella, but usually people call me Bella." I turned to him, surprised that I wasn't freaking out over meeting Mike Nesmith, my all-time favorite Monkee. I noticed that he was wearing his signature green wool cap.

This day just got so much better, I thought to myself.

"Bella," he repeated. "I like that name. It fits a pretty girl like you." He smiled down at me. I silently thanked God that I was only an inch shorter than him.

"Thanks," I replied, smiling back at him. "Mike's a fitting name for a handsome guy like you, too."

He laughed a little at that. "You four aren't from around here, are you?"

Oh. Right. We were in the 1960s…. I'd forgotten that.

"No, we aren't. We're from out of town." Way out of town, I thought.

Mike nodded. Suddenly, a scream was heard from back inside the pad. Mike and I rushed back inside.