Hello everyone! I hope you liked the introduction into my Monkees fanfic. I couldn't wait to upload more of it, but I know it will be hard to update with school going on. I've also been updating my Ferris Bueller fanfiction as well. Check it out if you'd like! Anyways, onto Chapter 2 and I only own Anna.

Peter was nearly losing his mind when it came to working on the house. He wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of his sister. Wednesday night, he triple cleaned the house, making sure everything was spotless. He ran around the place, worrying for the rest of the night about Thursday afternoon.

"What if she thinks i'm a failure?" the Tork boy thought aloud,sitting in his bed," I mean, she's designing costumes for Broadway. Meanwhile, we haven't had a single gig in a month. Anna's going to laugh in my face and make fun of me.".

"No she won't," Micky reassured," i'm sure she'll love you just the same. Isn't that what siblings are for?".

It was true- before California, Peter and Anna were extremely close. They'd walked to school, conversations long and detailed. They stood up for each other, although Peter had failed to do so a lot. They could hardly be separated. That was until the Tork boy had left home, and then it seemed he and Anna drifted apart so easily. He hadn't heard from her in quite a long time. The more he thought about her, the more he missed her. Whenever the band played at a gig, Peter wondered how she would feel, seeing him sing with his new best friends.

"I guess you're right," Peter admitted softly to his friends.

"Of course we are," Mike joked, yawning," now get some sleep.".

Yet, Peter couldn't sleep. He was too busy thinking about the sister he missed dearly. He would finally get to see her after over five years of discommunication. The stories they would tell, the laughs they would share, the memories they were bound to reminisce- he was glad to have heard her voice. Seeing her face would be a blessing. That night, when the young man did fall asleep, he dreamt of Anna coming to California. And he felt at ease.

Davy smiled at the woman in front of him. She was the most beautiful, most amazing girl the Brit had ever laid eyes on. He watched as she walked over to him, hips moving side to side. Her blue eyes locked onto his brown ones. Davy's eyes twinkled, having the same effect on the woman's. He didn't know her name or why she was there, but he fell in love. She inched closer, and without another word, leaned in for a kiss…

"Davy!" Peter shouted.

Suddenly, the short young man yelped, falling out of bed. The blonde didn't bother to help his friend up. Instead, he ran over to Micky, trying to wake him up. It was eight in the morning on Thursday- Anna would be here in four hours. Mumbling complaints to himself, Davy got Mike up (or struggled to do so). The three boys went to eat breakfast. When they came back upstairs, the three found Peter laying out their fanciest clothing. He awaited them to try on their outfits.

"Why do we have to wear such pinchy outfits?" Micky complained, adjusting his collar in a comfortable position.

"My sister gets only the best," Peter told, fixing his own collar.

Suddenly, a knock came to the door. Peter lead everyone downstairs and waited by the door. He waited for the group, making sure they all looked perfect. He brushed off Micky's shirt, adjusted Mike's hat and turned to Davy.

"You might want to stand up," Peter mentioned.

"I am standing up," Davy grumbled.

Without replying, Peter opened the door. With a huge smile on his face, he warmly hugged the person in the doorway. The three others knew it was his sister. However, they couldn't see her. Mike lifted Davy a little, hoping to get a glimpse. Peter then turned to his friends, happily beaming.

"Guys," he announced proudly,"This is my little sister, Anna.".

The three got a good look at the lady before them. She stood in the doorway, her brother's arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her dark blonde hair was pushed back by a red headband, revealing her hazel eyes. Her pink lips curved into a smile, showing off white (and slightly crooked) teeth. Davy made his way to the siblings, his friend keeping a close eye on him.

"You must be joking!" Davy exclaimed, realizing Micky was right about the script," there is no way she's your sister!"

"I hear that quite often," Anna admitted," you must be Davy. Peter tells me you're quite the flirt. So, i'll be watching out for you.".

Next, Mike had introduced himself. Finally, Micky got to meet Miss Tork. He found himself studying her face. She did have a strong resemblance to Peter- yet her eyes had something different. He liked it, even though he couldn't figure out what it was. Anna slowly took his hand to shake it. The curly haired man jumped, stopping and smiling at the girl.

"Sorry I blanked out, ma'am," he apologized, shaking her hand," I'm Micky, by the way.".

"Pleasure to meet you!" Anna exclaimed sweetly.

Seconds later, Peter and his friends were giving the girl a tour of their home. She seemed fascinated by almost everything shown to her. A proud smile beamed on her brother's face, noticing his sister's eyes set on the instruments. He picked up his bass.

"I see you've found our equipment," he told.

"It's all so gorgeous," she breathed out.

"How about we play for you?" Micky insisted.

Not wanting to impose, Anna tried to decline, but soon couldn't resist. She watched as Davy and the drummer belt out lyrics, Micky banging on the drums. Mike and Peter jammed out, their fingers out of control. After their performance ended, Anna clapped excitedly.

"That was awesome," Anna complemented.

"Thanks," Micky replied," Peter told me you like to play the drums. Wanna try?".

"I don't know," she thought," but if you insist!".

She got up and walked to the stool. Anna started off softly. The sticks tapped against the drum skins, producing a light sound. For a second, she stopped. Then, with all the swiftness she could muster, she began to play harder. Her hands slightly shook, quickly moving side to side. Although she hadn't been the world's greatest drummer, she wasn't too bad! When finished, a smile rose to her face.

"That was groovy," Mike admitted.

"Thanks," she replied," I have Mitchell and John to thank. Back at the-.".

Anna stopped, as if she wasn't supposed to talk of such things. Peter was the only one that didn't notice this. Either that or he wanted to change the subject. He laughed, putting an arm around his sister.

"Your Broadway friends must be fun," he went on.

Quickly, she nodded her head. She didn't look at the other boys for a second. She knew they weren't as naive nor as oblivious as her brother. Within a few minutes, however, their suspicions had been lowered.

"You must be exhausted," Peter had brought up, walking over to a bare part of the room," Luckily, we had this installed a few weeks ago.".

From his side, the Tork boy pushed a button that had been on the wall. A bed came out of the wall, startling Anna.

"Now that's something you don't see in New York," Davy joked.

"I have to say," the woman laughed,' you're right, Mr. Jones.".

I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 2! Be sure to leave your criticisms down below! Thank you!