The brightest star known as the sun slowly settled on the blue horizon, hues of indigo, orange, and pink burst in the sky, painted like a dark rainbow as night time arrived.

In the final minutes of closing time, Mr. Herman played the 1961 classic, "Moon River" by Andy Williams, this song has always been a favorite of mine ever since my dad showed me Breakfast at Tiffany's as a little girl. As the two of us reorganized the misplaced records in their proper places, I heard the familiar sound of the bell ringing in my ears.

My head turned towards the store entrance, finding Michael standing there and looking handsome as ever. He wore the same clothes earlier today, including his dark green wool hat and added his Levi's blue jean jacket to complete the outfit.

Endless knots entangled inside my stomach, seeing his dark eyes catching my attention.

A grin widely appeared on his lovely face, revealing his white crooked teeth. It was the kind of smile capable of casting away the gray clouds as well as adding fuel to the fire burning within my soul.

"Hello, Mr. Herman. Hello, Marilyn." A hint of excitement filled his voice, speaking to us as he moved further towards me. Within those eyes, a fiery light became visible inside, making my heart pound harder like Sandy Nelson playing the drums.

"Hi, Mike. It's nice to see you again." The boy in the wool hat politely exchanged Mr. Herman's happy greeting with a few nice words.

"Hello, Mike." My voice was soft, the sound of his name easily rolled off my tongue, feeling my lips curling into a grin. Inside, I desperately tried to hide the jitters, the nervousness, and the excitement building up inside of me. A deadly combination.

Mr. Herman knew this was his cue to leave us alone, excusing himself and walking to the other side of the store with a bright smile on his middle-aged face.

"How are you, Marilyn?" Those dark chocolate eyes never looked away from me, feeling curious to know how I am.

'Where do I begin? You surprised me after we've been apart for one week and like a dream come true, you asked me out on a date tonight. Now, I'm finally off from work and feeling completely ecstatic because you're back.' I happily squealed inside my head, trying to contain myself to avoid any further embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm very good, Mike. Thank you for asking. I'm really looking forward to tonight." The second I mentioned about our date, his face beamed like the sun, knowing he's been looking forward to it, too.

I leaned against the wooden vinyl rack behind me for support. At any minute, my knees were going to lose out on me and I needed to be prepared.

"Me too, I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole day." Mike flashed another toothy grin in my direction, letting the butterflies flutter here, there and everywhere to torture me.

He then went on to tell me the moment he returned to the beach house, sharing the good news to Micky, Davy and Peter. Vividly, I could picture their joyous reactions and silliness scene for scene in my head. They were happy for Mike, knowing that after all of the heart breaks, he finally found someone to spend his time with.

'Must I remind you, again? You can't stay, Marilyn. Now, that the pocket watch is working again, you can go home and make sure nothing is screwed up. You don't have to wait anymore.' My conscience knocked on my brain, urging me to return to the present time of my dimension.

Originally, the idea was to stick around until the summer ended. Only, my anxiety crept back to haunt me, worrying about two things: Creating a non-existent riff in the time stream and my father, who I haven't contacted in two weeks. I couldn't stop worrying about him and that's always been a problem for me because I always worried about the ones I love.

With my thoughts transforming into one massive cluster of discontent, I mentally pushed it in the back of my mind, trying to forget about it. For now, I pulled all of my energy to focus on this blooming night with Mike.

"Bye, Mr. Herman. I'll see you on Monday, have a wonderful weekend. Goodnight!" I waved at my boss, grabbing my purse from behind the register and walking back to Michael as we were ready to leave.

"Goodnight, Mr. Herman." Mike's voice gushed with pure excitement, wrapping his arm over my shoulders and guiding me out the door.

"Goodnight, Marilyn. Goodnight, Mike. Have a great time tonight! Bye, bye!" Mr. Herman bid us farewell, as Mike pushed the door open for me.

"Thank you." I smiled at his politeness, feeling the heat rising on my face as it caught me by surprise. The guys in my time never open doors for the opposite sex anymore, that whole gentlemen act died a long time ago.

"You're welcome, Marilyn." The warm grin remained fresh on his face, seeing another flash brewing in those charming eyes of his.

My heart pulsated in a frenzy as I stepped outside, feeling the cool summer night against my skin. The blush slowly subsided from my face, giving me a little bit of relief, as Mike's lean, strong arm kept me close to his side.

'It must feel nice, huh? His arm wrapped around you like a protective boyfriend and all. Honestly, Mary, you need to lay off the cheesy romance films. Mike is only doing that because you can't keep up with him with those short legs of yours...' Just when I felt my conscience agreed with me, it did a complete 360 degree turn against me.

'Was he really doing this because I couldn't keep up with him? No, Mike wasn't a mean jerk.' My conscience was playing tricks on me, knowing it was untrue.

Hundredths of small butterflies hatched in my stomach with every step I took on the hard pavement. A mixture of anxiousness and curiosity consumed my body, wondering what this Texan planned for us tonight.

My knowledge with television and movies featuring young adults from this decade rewinded in my head, trying to get a grasp of what people in 1967 did on dates. Then, I sadly realized that tv and films exaggerated these concepts proving to be inaccurate and unreliable. Before I gave myself a migraine, I figured there won't be any harm done asking Mike. My head looked up to see his six foot two frame towering over my five foot one body.

'Now, I know how Gidget feels when she's with Moondoggie...'

"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?" He stared down at me with a soft smirk spreading on his lips.

During the night, the city became much more alive, people were enjoying their leisurely time out on the streets and vehicles were driving along the black asphalt. It created an atmosphere that was exciting and vibrant.

"Well, I wanted to keep it a surprise, but what the hell? I thought I would take you out to eat first, I'd figured you must be hungry after working all day. Do you like hamburgers?" The second he mentioned about food, my stomach rumbled on command.

"I sure do! Especially with extra ketchup." My voice squealed with delight, feeling my face reddened like the color of my favorite condiment.

'Out of all the things you could have said, you went for "extra ketchup"?' I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide from the embarrassment.

Michael's laughter filled the air, chuckling at what I'd said.

"Ketchup, huh? I like that." He didn't find it embarrassing at all, instead, he beamed like the moon above. And, for a second time, he winked at me, feeling my knees collapse underneath. Thankfully, his arm on my shoulders prevented me from hitting the ground.

As Michael looked away from me, he spotted something in the short distance.

"The car is just up ahead, Marilyn." My eyes caught the sight of the bright red Pontiac GTO parked alongside the sidewalk.

I've only seen the Monkeemobile once, and that was when I stumbled across 1334 North Beechwood Drive. Now, I'll be seeing it up close and personal.

"Wow! What a great looking car, Mike." I gushed like a little girl in a toy store, admiring the steel automobile. Next to the DeLorean and the Mystery Machine, the Monkeemobile made the list of my all time favorite vehicles. To the Monkees, this car meant everything to them, and their adventures wouldn't be the same without it.

Mike's mouth widened further at the sound of my cheerful voice. He led me closer to the car.

"Thanks! You know, the guys and I used to drive a beat up Woodie that belonged to Micky. We decided to sell it and bought this beauty from the previous owner. Before, it looked like a regular GTO, but after a few modifications, it became what it is now. The Monkeemobile takes us wherever we need to go, whether it's a gig or a..." Before Mike could finish his sentence, I boldly answered for him.

"...Or a date?"

We now stood by the passenger side of the car, as the sound of the four letter word registered in Mike's brain. His dark chocolate eyes flashed in my direction, reflecting the luminous light within. I knew it couldn't have been the street lights nearby.

"Yeah, a...date." The corners of his mouth curled again, sending my heart to a higher platform.

As Mike opened the car door for me, I added a mental note to the many reasons why he was an amazing human being. Sliding into the cream leather bucket seat, he made sure all of my body parts were safely inside the vehicle before shutting the door. Michael used his long legs to walk to the other side with ease, pulling into the driver seat and taking out the silver keys from his jean pocket. The engine came to life and purred like a kitten.

The soft, melodic tune of the Everly Brothers played on the radio, a time when it used to been enjoyable. Modern music in 2012 hurts my head, and the stations that played music from back in the day, repeated and recycled the same songs every half hour.

My eyes stared out of the open window, feeling the light summer breeze against my face. The city scene turned into a blur of colors, losing myself in deep thought again.

The idea of going home embedded my brain. It was the only thing I thought about and couldn't shake it away.

'You've been looking forward to this, Mary. Be happy while you can, for Mike.' I spoke inside my head, trying to focus on tonight, wondering if I should tell him the truth.

'No, he wouldn't understand. He'll just think you're on acid or something...'

'Gee, thanks for your input, conscience.' I fired back with sarcasm, searching for the right words to explain why I had to leave sooner than expected.

"Marilyn, are you okay?" My thinking process vanished when I heard Michael's voice in my ears. He pulled me back to reality, tearing myself away from the window and seeing the concerned expression on his face.

The car was no longer in motion and parked outside of a restaurant. Fluorescent blue and pink neon lights spelled out the name, Vicki's Drive-N-Dine.

"Oh, I'm fine. I kind of got carried away with my thoughts, I'm sorry, Mike." I forced a smile on my face, regretting it afterwards.

I should have come clean to him, confessing the pocket watch was never a gift from my dad. The fact it is a time machine and brought me here from the normal timeline set forty-five years ahead. And, more importantly, how this world existed as a television series. That the other Nesmith, Tork, Dolenz and Jones were musicians and actors playing the part of a struggling band in front of a camera. And, becoming a real band in the other dimension.

By this point, my head wanted to explode like an atom bomb. All of this would have confused him. And, like a coward, I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.

"Don't worry about it. I tend to lose myself in my own thoughts, too. Looks like we both have another thing in common, huh? Almost like we were...uh, anyways, we're here." He blushed a shade of pink, pausing mid-sentence and quickly changing the subject.

'Almost like we were, what? Meant to be? No, don't get too ahead of yourself, Mary. This isn't some kind of fan-fiction.' Foolishly thinking the thought, I'll truly never know what was on his mind and soon forgot about it.

We were joined by other motor vehicles driven by the young generation in the parking lot. People were laughing, talking, and even making out inside and outside of the establishment.

'By the end of the night, I wonder if Mike and I would...God, why would I even think about us making out? I don't deserve him.' My eyes fell on my lap, hating myself for not only deceiving Mike, but Mr. Herman and the other Monkees, too.

"What would you like, Marilyn?" Feeling the weight of his eyes on me, I looked outside to see the brightly lit menu for customers who chose to dine in their cars.

"Everything on the menu looks really good, it's a little hard to decide." I softly spoke out, trying to pick an appetizing meal.

"Take your time, I can wait for you." Mike told me, hinting the patience in his voice and seeing the nice grin on his handsome face.

'I wonder if his patience will be strong enough for someone from another universe.' My conscience simply stated out, becoming more of a nuisance to me than before.

"You really shouldn't wait for me, Mike. Why don't you order first and I'll make a decision when you're done." I didn't like the idea having him to wait, and at the same time, I couldn't think clearly. My head became lost in a dense fog of lingering thoughts, the cluster of discontent returned to purposely screw up my night with Mike.

"Are you sure?" His voice called back to me, asking for reassurance and I simply nodded in response.

"Yeah, go ahead." My lips even showed a smile to prove it was okay.

Michael gave out a small grin in return, despite the dissatisfied look brewing in his brown eyes. He went ahead to reach his hand outside and pressed the red button on the black intercom.

"Hello! Welcome to Vicki's! How can I help you?" The preppy voice of a teenage girl spoke from the intercom speaker seconds later.

Before he ordered, Mike looked at me from over his shoulder, hesitating for a few seconds.

"Uh, hi...I would like a Vicki double burger, french fries, and a Pepsi, and...Marilyn? What would you like?" As he spoke into the voice box, Michael withdrew his head from the window staring at me again.

I still haven't made a decision and there was only one option left to do.

"Oh, um...I'll have the same thing, but with a Coke instead, please. Oh! And lots of ketchup,too!" I happily told him, hearing his chuckle once more as my heart hummed like the beating wings of a hummingbird.

"You know? Coke doesn't sound bad at all. I think I'll have one, too." He leaned his head back out the window to finish our order. The waitress later explained our food will be ready in a few minutes.

Michael and I were alone in the car. The engine was shut off, the radio was dead, and all I could hear was my heart pounding beneath my chest.

"So, how was your day at the record store?" Before the dreaded awkward silence filled the air, Michael started up a conversation with me.

My gaze fell upon him, those gorgeous dark brown eyes met mine. Just one look made my knees weak, my body numb, and left me mesmerized by the intensity of his stare.

I studied him for a few seconds, noticing his dark brown hair neatly combed in place and fashioned by his iconic hat. His long, wavy bangs fell above his left eye and his dark brows were perfectly shaped. I admired his smooth, angular face and his slightly tanned complexion from the California sun. His nose was straight and low bridged, as his sideburns were semi-long, but haven't reached their ultimate peak yet. His lips were soft, thin and kissable, and there was even a small dimple on his chin. Mike was simply irresistible.

"It was good. Aside from it being a little slow, I had time for myself to fix my pocket watch." I paused for a second, remembering the moment when Mike walked back into the store today. "But, the ultimate highlight of my day was seeing you again, Mike. I...I really missed you." My voice ended in a soft whisper, not sure whether he heard me or not.

Though, Mike did hear me, feeling the warmth of his hand interlocking with mine. It was a perfect match. We'd held hands before, when he guided me through the crowds. Only this time, it was just the two of us. Inside my stomach, a parade put on a show, helping me forget my troubles.

"I really missed you, too, Mary." The tone in his voice became serious, seeing the bright gleam in his eyes.

"You know? I really like it when you call me, Mary." My heart fluttered madly, feeling the hot rush of warmth spreading across my face.

Michael squeezed my hand gently, looking at his sweet, toothy grin which made the smile on my lips grow.

"I love saying it, Mary. I also lo-...Uh, about the pocket watch, I've noticed you're wearing it. Does it work now?" Before he asked me about the time device, something else slipped from his mouth, but decided against it.

His eyes lingered over to the jewelry piece hanging around my neck. My free hand grasped the cold, shiny, brass pendant and spoke to him.

"Yes, it does. I don't know how I did it, but it started working again after you left today. I guess, all of those nights truly paid off and I hope to never go through it again." I gently released my fingers from the watch, staring back to see Mike with a smile on my face.

He gave my hand another squeeze, feeling his rough, calloused skin, from all those years playing the guitar, against my soft, feminine hand. Despite the roughness, his touch was also warm, comforting and safe. Yet, this feeling left me bittersweet and disappointed, ending the temporary relief from my inner problems.

'You need to leave this place, Mary...'

"How was your day, Michael?" Trying to push away the thought, I needed to hear anything, something to get my mind off of it.

"Well, this morning I spent my time cleaning up the pad and I also tried to rehearse with the guys. All last week, I've been having trouble concentrating on the band because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I missed you and I had enough of it, so that's when I decided today I was going to see you again." It caught me by surprise, hearing how my time away from him affected his life.

'What have I done?'

"Mike..." I softly spoke out his name, stroking his hand in small circles with my thumb.

"I wanted...No, I needed to see you again, Mary. One more day without you would have felt like two years had gone by and I couldn't let that happen." Swarms of butterflies occupied my stomach like life long tenants. "And, I've also decided it was time to finally ask you out. It's been on my mind since that night at the Vincent and the thought of seeing you with another guy made me upset. I'm really sorry it took me this long, but I've been hurt many times before. You aren't like the other girls, I knew that from the moment I met you and even more when you told me 'yes' today." Michael confessed his feelings, leaving me utterly speechless.

We were from two different worlds, I could have avoided him, pretended to not have anything to do with him, and suppressed my feelings for him. Except, the amount of times I have tried, I've completely failed at every attempt because I had fallen in love with him.

'And now, you have made everything much more complicated than before...' My conscience flatly pointed out to me.

'Okay, I did. Sure, my life wouldn't have been so problematic if I didn't fall in love. Could have I prevented it? No. Everything happened for a reason and I agree that I'm part of creating the problem. I just don't know how I'm going to fix this in the end...' I spoke back, thinking how life before the pocket watch was completely mundane.

'You're on your own with that...'

'You're not very helpful!' As World War III started between my conscious and me, I focused back to my surroundings and found Mike grinning at me.

"Mike, I wouldn't have gone out with any other guy, except you. I really like you and I'm happy you'd asked me out." My lips smiled at him, feeling the heat radiating on my cheeks.

"I-I'm really happy, too." His face softened, gazing at me with admiration. He shifted his weight in his seat, leaning closer to me.

My whole body restricted itself from all movements as the lingering touch of his hand sent electrical pulses through my veins. Mike was inches from my face, feeling his warm breath caressing my lips. The pounding of my heart echoed louder than ever before, making my head spun out of control like a carousel.

Sadly, my very first kiss with Michael ended with our lips one millimeter apart. We were interrupted. The culprit? The waitress. She arrived with our food in hand with an attitude that said she could care less. Mike took a few seconds gathering himself and paid for our meals, his face covered with embarrassment.

At the same time, newly born butterflies burst inside my stomach, fresh goosebumps appeared on my arms, and my face flushed red hot, too. Good thing, the windows were rolled down or else people would be getting the wrong idea. Fate was not in the stars for us tonight.

As we ate inside the car, several glances were exchanged, but no words were said. Silence became our friend.

Once our stomachs had a full serving of great American fast food, the levels of embarrassment finally died down. Mike brought the car engine to life again, pulling the Monkeemobile out of the parking lot and in a direction unknown to me.

For two weeks, I've been living in the Los Angeles city and still haven't familiarize myself with everything. And, the fact I didn't own a car.

Michael and I reached our new destination, the Starlight Drive-In Theater. From the look of the sign, it was a dual screen drive-in, giving the people an option to pick a film. There was a a fairly short line of vehicles ahead of us, entering the outdoor theater. And as we got closer, I was able to make out the two features playing tonight under the brightly lit sign.

Screen one showed the newly released, The Dirty Dozen, a fantastic war film starring Lee Marvin. And, screen two showed the 1959 classic, Some Like It Hot, a comedy starring Marilyn Monroe, Jack Lemmon, and Tony Curtis.

A twinge tugged at my heart strings for a moment. This was the first film my mom had seen of the beloved Hollywood actress, making her a fan for the rest of her life. And, the origin of my name. When I told Mike about my name, I excluded that part to him because Marilyn Monroe hadn't been famous until the 1950's. Being almost twenty one, the same age as this Mike Nesmith, it wouldn't have made sense to him, as he believed I was born in 1946.

"What do you want to see, Mary?" I heard his voice again, grinning at me while his hands were on the wheel.

Both of these films were great choices. I've seen them many times before on television, but seeing them on the big screen and outside made it much more exciting.

"They both look like really good films, I can't really decide. Why don't you choose, Mike? I'll be happy with either one." My lips perked into a small grin, hiding the fact I've already seen them before.

His rich chocolate eyes glanced over to me again, the same welcoming spark visible from before.

"Okay, dig." A wide grin appeared on his lips. Mike eased his foot on the gas pedal, inching closer to the entrance. To my surprise, he chose screen two, the one where Some Like it Hot will be playing. Then again, it did seem like the more appropriate choice on our date.

'Enjoy it while you can...' That voice inside my head spoke out to me, bringing back the troublesome thoughts and the heartache returned.

"Marilyn, do you want some popcorn? Candy? Even a drink, maybe?" My cloudy mind cleared up a bit, seeing the car had been parked in the massive dirt lot. I turned to face Mike, whose head poked through the car window with his hands firmly gripping the door. In between his hands was a small black speaker box attached to the door, so we can listen to the movie.

I admit, I was still full from the hamburger and french fries, but I couldn't pass on popcorn. Movies and popcorn go hand in hand.

"Oh. Yeah, popcorn and a Coke will be great, thanks." I responded with a smile, hiding the sadness on my face. Mike nodded before walking towards the concession stand and leaving me alone in the car.

"Could I just have one moment without thinking about time travel?" I sighed deeply, falling back in my seat and staring at the large projector screen in front of me.

A travel short about Europe played on the white screen before the movie premiered and I took it all in. When I was younger, I thought the drive-in was the coolest place ever, but I never had the chance to enjoy the experience of one. Now, they are very scarce to the public and not one can be found in San Diego anymore.

'And, now because of Mike, your wish finally came true...' Another voice entered my head, one I've heard before back on the night at the beach with Michael. The one telling me to stay.

Up until this moment, my life here has been unforgettable and it was all thanks to the boy in the lovely green wool hat.

Sadly, it was going to come to an end.

'I only hope that when I do go home, I haven't let fifty years skip ahead of me or something insane along those lines. And, I also hope that when or if I do return to this universe, everyone here will still know who I am. I mean, their memories could be erased once I'm gone...'

"What am I even saying? I'm talking about something that only occurred in movies and in books. They're not reliable sources." Another breath of hot air escaped from my lips, taking my eyes away from the screen.

Curious with my surroundings, I looked around finding young couples cuddled up in their cars. While others were trying to get to second base and the movie hasn't even begun. My eyes veered back on the screen, giving them privacy. History didn't lie when the drive-in's had a reputation of being called "passion pits".

My attention was at the travel film, but my mind became deeply submerged with more overwhelming thoughts. I felt absolutely frustrated with myself, turning into a complete liar in order to keep my secret safe. I wish I could change everything again, but my mind has been made up.

I'll be leaving tomorrow.

"Here you go, Mary." His voice entered my mind, breaking up my deep train of thought. Mike stood outside of the car, carrying two cups of soda pop while he handed me the large bag of popcorn through the rolled down window. When I reached over to grab it, my fingers lightly brushed against his own and the ambush of butterflies churned inside my stomach.

"Thank you, Mike."

"You're welcome...oh, here you go." He grinned at me happily, the same loving smile I'll be missing tonight and possibly forever. Mike remembered about my Coke, giving it to me through the same window again. "Did I miss anything?" He opened the car door with his free hand and settled in his seat.

"Not unless, you want to travel to Europe. The movie hasn't started yet, so you're just in time." I told him, trying to hide my sadness with a simple smirk placed on my lips.

"Great. Listen, I hope you don't mind if we share the popcorn. I can go back and get another bag..." Immediately, I shook my head in protest.

"No, don't. I'm happy to share the popcorn with you, Mike. Please don't leave me." I pleaded out of desperation, feeling my cheeks burn in the aftermath.

'Oh, god...' My conscience let out in disappointment, adding more shades of embarrassment to my face.

Mike looked at me for a good moment before his eyes shifted down towards my hand. His mouth formed a content smirk, taking my hand in his once again.

"I won't leave, Mary. I promise." His voice became soft, sexy and serious. A triple threat to a girl's heart, at least to mine. Michael's eyes were a shade of milk chocolate, the small fire had grown and burned brighter than before.

This boy really meant it.

'Marilyn, why are you doing this to him? You know you're only making it worse. I can't believe that you decided tomorrow of all days to leave! You're a complete idiot!' The angry voice screamed at me, hitting a blow to my self-esteem. It's bad enough making the hard decision, but I didn't need to get a kick in the head for it.

While my head felt like a train wreck, my lips gave Mike a warm grin in exchange for his words.

During that night, the film played on the large screen, silence filled the car except for the occasional sounds of sipping refreshments, munching on popcorn, and the audio on the speaker box.

"Marilyn..." I felt a warm pair of dark chocolate eyes secretly glancing in my direction and my eyes instantly fell onto them.

"Yes, Mike?" I softly spoke, feeling his hand squeezing mine gently. He looked a little nervous about something.

"I...I...lo-Uh, I forgot to tell you that you look really beautiful today. Then again, you always look beautiful to me." Simultaneously, both of our faces flushed with heat. The sound of Mike's words made my heart soar freely like a bird, but it suddenly got shot down when sadness overwhelmed me again.

'Mike, you're really making this harder for me...'

By tomorrow, everything will change.

"Thanks, Mike...You...You're really handsome yourself." Pushing the unwanted feelings back, I flirted with him and very poorly too. It was an art form and I'd butchered it.

The negative thoughts returned, feeling Mike's hand releasing his grip from me and soon felt his strong arm around my shoulders again. Slowly, he pulled me close to him, my head resting against his chest. Beneath his clothes, I heard the heavy beating of his heart pulsing in my ear and soothing away my nerves. And, from the rear view mirror, I noticed the bright beam extending on his lips. He made me forget about my troubling dilemma and I felt completely at peace.

This is the closet I'll ever get to heaven.

Sadly, the movie ended and I was back in my seat as Michael drove out of the drive-in. The radio was switched on and the streets had died down a bit leaving a minority of people happily enjoying themselves.

All except for me.

I didn't want tonight to end, I dreaded going back to the townhouse and kept tomorrow far away from my mind as possible.

'I don't want to leave and hurt you, Mike...'

"Mary, is there something wrong?" I looked at him, hearing his voice filled with concern. He read the discontent on my face before focusing on the road again.

This was my moment to tell him all of the thoughts bombarding my head. The pocket watch, the lies, and my life in 2012, except nothing came out of my mouth. Not a single word of it.

"No, I'm fine. I only wished this date didn't have to end so soon." Instead, I told him about my feelings right now. I hoped we could squeeze one more attempt to spend more time together.

"I don't want it to end, either. There's one more place I want to take you." Mike looked at me with a grin, making me smile in the process and granting me my final wish.

'At least, I can be with him a little while longer...' I silently thought to myself, looking at him for a moment. I wanted to keep a mental image of him forever in my mind.


A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoy this chapter! In case you're wondering, I did change Mike's age. In the episode "I've Got A Little Song Here" he said his age was 21, so I'm going by that. This is TV Universe Mike so obviously he's not the Michael Nesmith from the real 60's. Just hope that's clear!