It was a beautiful summer night at the festival. To lighten up the darkness, fireworks emitted in the sky. Bursts of colours exploded in the inky blackness of the sky, colours of blue, red, yellow, and orange. It rained down brilliant shades of each colour. The explosion of the brightness lightened up everybody's eyes. The children oohed as each big, hot, burning streaks of light illuminated the starry night sky in their wake.

Rosemary and Davy were lying on their backs on the ground, the soft blades of the bright green grass gently brushing their sides and cheeks. They had a fun day filled with screams, laughs, and cheers. They went on almost every ride and ate strawberries, ice cream, and pizza. They mingled and made new friends. They couldn't have asked for a better day at the festival.

"It's too bad this event happens only once a year," Rosemary sighed gloomily.

Davy hummed in agreement. "It's a drag," he nodded. "I come here every year. Never disappoints."

"I've been here, like... probably four times in my life, counting today," Rosemary said. "I think this was the best time I've had since I've started coming here."

"Aww, it was because of me, wasn't it?" Davy teased.

"Hey, don't push it," Rosemary chuckled. "Want some?" She indicated the little paper plate full of fresh strawberries.

Davy smiled. He granted himself a strawberry and popped it in his mouth, the juicy, flavorful fruit squirting once he chewed, causing a delicious burst of flavor to spread in his mouth. He stared at the plate contentedly.

"Probably the best strawberries I've ever tasted," he said.

Rosemary rolled her eyes. "You're too cute," she mumbled.

"You make that sound like a bad thing," Davy laughed.

"It's not!" Rosemary blushed.

"I think you have a crush on me, Rosy," Davy batted his eyelashes at her.

"Do not!" Rosemary gasped.

"Oh, I think you do!" Davy cackled.

"No, I don't!"

"Then why are you blushing so hard? You're tomato red!"

"Are you always this annoying?"

"I'm more cute than anything. You said so yourself."

"I didn't... Oh my God," Rosemary sighed.

"I think I won this argument," Davy smiled.

Rosemary thoughtfully stared at him, then smirked. "You sure about that, shorty?"

Davy's mischievous smile vanished. "Hey!" he said indignantly. "I'm not that short!"

"You're literally an inch taller than me! Actually, I think we're about the same size!"

"So what?"

"I thought you were a kid when I saw you!"

"Ok, now you're just being mean."

"That's just what I like to call revenge."

"Revenge, eh?"

"Sweet, sweet revenge."

Davy eyed Rosemary up and down, examining her from head to toe. Her personality matched her looks: fun, beautiful, and charming. He smiled fondly at her.

"You're alright, Rosy," he said softly.

"You too, Davy," Rosemary replied. "You too."

"Cheer up, Rose," Carol nudged Rosemary's shoulder. "It's not the end of the world."

"I know," Rosemary mumbled.

The girls were at the clothes shop. Shopping always took their minds off things. But not this time. Not for Rosemary. Her mind kept wandering to Davy, and she couldn't stop herself.

"You saw him once on the telly," Carol said. "Come on, Rose. It'll be alright. It's not like you'll see him again."

Rosemary drew in a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right," she nodded. "I don't think I can watch that show anymore, though."

"Understandable," Carol said sincerely. "I won't watch it anymore either, if it makes you feel any better."

"Actually, it kind of does," Rosemary smiled.

"Here, let's grab a bite for lunch," Carol suggested. "Usually, when people are sad, they eat. So..."

"Oh, admit it," Rosemary chuckled. "You're just hungry."

"I can't help it!" Carol defended. "It's not my fault my stomach is bottomless!"

Rosemary rolled her eyes at her. Carol was a thin girl. Her body and posture was perfect. Her waist was slim, and her thighs were curvy. Perfect. But she eats. A lot. And she never seems to gain weight.

"Well, go on then," she giggled. "Lead the way. You know where it is."

"Damn right I do."

***

"I wanna be free... warm September wind... bluebirds..." Davy mumbled under his breath as he passed the beach ball to Micky.

They were spending their afternoon at the beach. It was a gorgeous sunny day. The waves gently crashed down on the hot, grainy sand. The sky was a clear, brilliant blue. There wasn't a cloud in sight. The wind was soft, relaxing, and warm. The boys were tossing their beach ball back and forth to each other.

"You know what would be a good episode?" Micky said. "Us doing a dress in drag."

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what goes on in the mind of Micky Dolenz," Mike chortled.

"I can see it perfectly," Micky waved a hand through the air. "Hey Mike, you'd look great as a princess!"

"It's not a bad idea," Peter mused.

"Hey, why am I the princess?" Mike crossed his arms. "Why can't Davy be the princess?"

"Hey!" Davy glared.

"Nah, Davy could be... Little Red Riding Hood."

"Emphasis on 'little'," Peter laughed.

"Oh, come on!" Davy said, offended. "I'm not that short, you know."

"Sure you aren't, shorty," Micky teased.

Davy huffed as a pang of sudden sadness punched him right in the stomach. "Don't call me that," he muttered.

She had once called him that.

Rest in peace, Davy Jones. You've been my favourite Monkee since I first saw you. We're forever missing you. <3