You sit on your bed and stare at your wall. Today was your birthday and you're unsure of what to do. Your only friends were The Monkees but you heard that they actually got a paying gig.

"What a wonderful way to spend a birthday." You say to yourself.  You begin to kick your feet into the air but you accidently hit your left foot against the wall.

"Well that's just great." Soon, a knock comes to the door. Your door was shut and the person at the door couldn't possibly hear you no matter how loud you yelled. You can hear the main door open and position yourself on your bed so it looks like you're asleep. But there was one flaw, your injured foot was bleeding badly.

The bedroom door opens and you can hear a voice talking. You were becoming actually sleepy and couldn't hear very clearly. You can feel someone pick you up before you fall asleep.

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You wake up and check the clock on the wall. You suddenly realise that the room you were in was not one of your own. Has someone kidnapped you? You try to rush out of your bed but instantly fall for your foot was still obviously injured. You decide to just hop your way to everywhere.

You open the door to see a somehow familiar scenery. It was the upstairs area of the pad. But how? Was it all a dream? You trip and stumble your way to the downstairs.

"Mike? Micky? Davy? Peter?" You call out but you get no response.

'They must not be home.' You think. You manage to get to the couch before totally running out of energy.

"SUPRISE!" You hear 4 voices shout, with accompany by who you think was obviously Peter's party blower. You turn your head around to see them all smiling and rushing over towards you, setting presents on your lap.

You spend the rest of the day opening presents, eating, and just having the best time of your life. Today wasn't as bad as it originally seemed it was going to be.

(A/N)

Sorry that this is so short. I have been clearly running out of ideas. Please request stories!

- Buster :)