Peter's Wish

The Monkees were walking back to the Pad. They had attended a party on the beach. Peter looked up at the night sky and saw a shooting star.

"Guys! Make a wish!!" he said. Then he stood still and closed his eyes.

"What'd you wish for, Big Pete?" Micky asked.

"Oh I can't tell. If I do, it won't come true," Peter answered brightly.

"I know what he wished for," Davy playfully said.

Peter just smiled that dimpled smile as an answer.

"Well, what I'm wishin' for is a good night's sleep and I'll never get it with you guys slowin' down," Mike grumbled playfully.

The guys had just entered the Pad when they heard a knock on the door. Mike, since he was the closest, answered. A young woman stood in the doorway.

"Good evening! Is there a Peter Tork here?" she asked.

"Well, uh, yeah. Hey Pete?" Mike turned and called.

Peter came from the downstairs bedroom he shared with Davy.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You're Peter?" she asked.

"Yes I----," but before Peter could say another word, the young girl ran to him, threw her arms around him and kissed him.

"That's some greeting!" Micky gushed.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I myself am personally jealous!" Davy said.

Peter was almost thrown off balance. As he regained his composure after the kiss, he looked at the girl.

"Um, miss, do I know you?" Peter asked a bit confused.

"Well somebody knows somebody!" Mike said.

"Not exactly, but you will," the girl said.

"Peter just what is going on? A strange girl you claim you don't know comes in kisses ya, and then she says ya don't exactly know her," Mike recounted.

"Michael, I've never seen her before in my life," Peter explained.

"You must have forgotten. The shooting star! You made a wish!!" the girl said.

"Oh, now I get it!! This is one of your crazy jokes, isn't it Micky?" Peter asked, hoping Micky would own up to it.

"Nope. This isn't my work Peter," Micky answered.

"Davy?" Peter asked.

"Never seen 'er before mate," Davy answered.

"Mike, I'm sacred!" Peter whimpered.

"Now look, if you guys didn't do it?..Look here, miss, uh, what is your name anyway?" Mike asked.

"Starr," she said.

"Well look here Starr, who put you up to this prank?" Mike asked, shifting into Papa Nez mode.

"Peter did. He wished for me and-----," Starr started.

"And you fell from the sky," Mike finished sarcastically.

"Naw that would hurt, don'cha think?" Starr smiled.

"Where are you gonna stay?" Peter managed to ask.

"Here!" Starr smiled. "You wished for me."

"Here? Ya can't stay here!" Mike yelled.

"Hey fellas, let's just put 'er up for the night. It's getting late and we can clear this up in the morning," Davy pointed out yawning.

"Yeah, well, we can't put her out in the street," Mike agreed. "Peter, you and Davy fix up the couch for Starr. This is weird and I'm tired. We'll try to sort all this out in the morning."
"Maybe she won't be here in the morning," Micky said to Mike as they climbed the staircase. Micky was well out of earshot from Starr.

"Oh, I'll be here," Starr called. "Have a good sleep."

Micky and Mike looked at each other and hurried to their room.

"That's spooky," Micky gasped.

"That's right," Mike replied.

Starr settled into the couch and Davy and Peter went to their room.

"This is weird, Pete," Davy said as he finally settled into his bed.

"Davy, my wish. I wished for a girlfriend," Peter softly said. He was sitting at the edge of his bed looking down at the floor.

"Hey, Peter! Look, it's all probably a joke. Don't worry. Get a good night's sleep and like Mike said, we'll sort all this in the morning," Davy reassured his friend.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. G'night, Davy!" he said a little more confident and laid on his bed. But Peter soon found that he could not sleep. He tossed and turned. Deciding he couldn't stay in bed, he went out into the living room. Starr was sitting on the couch facing him as he came out of his room.

"What took you so long?" Starr smiled.

"You're the reason I couldn't sleep?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. I thought we needed to talk before morning," Starr said.

"What are you?" Peter asked as he came closer and sat in the chair by the couch. Although he did not want to admit it at the time, he was quite taken by her charming smile.

"Peter, I am what you wished for. A girl friend. All the things you wanted in a girl. Hey, I'm custom made!!" Starr said.

"So, you have all the qualities I wished for? Then tell me what they are," Peter challenged.

"Well, you wished for someone sensitive, loyal. Has a sense of humor. Oh, and loves long walks along the beach. Just like you," Starr answered correctly.

Peter was taken aback. That was his exact wish.

"So---you---really are my wish girl?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," Starr answered. "You can say that."

"Wow!" Peter said. This was too much to believe. He reached for the acoustic guitar beside the chair, and started to softly strum it. He usually did this when he had stuff to sort out. Absently he began to hum the tune he was playing.

After a while, Starr began to harmonize with him.

"Your sound is groovy!!" Peter said. "C'mon, sing it by yourself. I'd love to hear you."

Starr opened her mouth and the sound of a wolf's howl came out.

Peter jolted upright in his bed. He was breathing heavily. He began to focus on his surroundings. He looked to his left and saw Davy pull a pillow over his head.

"Ow can 'e be so lively in the morning?" Davy mumbled.

The howling stopped and Mike's voice could be heard giving Micky a lecture about making so much noise so early. Peter jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. When he made it to the couch, it showed no signs of being used as a bed. He then ran to the kitchen and saw Mike busy scrambling eggs, and Micky setting the table for breakfast.

"Guys, what happened to Starr?" Peter asked.

"Outside. Ya just can't see 'em in the day, babe," Micky answered.

"No! The girl. The girl who was here last night. Don't you remember she came after we got in. She kissed me and we made a bed for her on the couch!" Peter said hurriedly.

"Hey! Hold on, shotgun," Mike said as he pushed the eggs from the fire. "Peter, there was no girl here last night. You had a dream. A groovy one, but a dream."

"But--but I wished on a star!" Peter continued.

"Yeah, ya did, but there was no girl here," Mike said placing his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Then, I guess it really was a dream," Peter sighed. He turned and went back into his room to prepare for breakfast. Davy was coming out of the room as Peter went in.

"Wha's wrong with 'im?" Davy asked

"Just a dream. Ya got everythin' set?" Mike asked

"Yeah. The girls'll set up 'ere while we 'ave Peter on the beach searching for the perfect spot for 'is party. When we come back, the party will start," Davy reported.

The guys were getting ready to celebrate Peter's birthday. To throw him off, they announced that he'd have his party on the beach and as the "birthday boy," he'd have the job of selecting the perfect spot. Once he found it, they would set the party up there.

"Guys, it'll be great! It's perfect!" Peter babbled as they returned to the Pad. Then he noticed the Pad was dark. "What happened to the lights? Micky, you know I don't like the dark," he said.

"Just tryn' to save electricity," Micky quickly answered.

"Oh," Peter said. He stepped inside the Pad and the lights came on. The Pad was beautifully decorated with a banner that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG PETER!!"

The guests all jumped from their hiding places yelling "SURPRISE!!" Peter was certainly surprised. He smiled as the guys hugged him and then the well-wishers came.

"Thanks guys! I never would have thought!! You guys are the greatest!!" Peter said. Then, he noticed a girl he had not seen before. He walked over to her.

"Hi," he said breaking into that adorable dimpled smile.

"Hi," she said. "Happy birthday." She smiled a smile that was so charming.

"Thank you. Are you new around here? I mean, I haven't seen you around," Peter commented.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind me crashing your party. I just got here last night from Pasadena. I'm staying with your neighbor Linda."
"Last night?" Peter asked nervously. "What's your name?"

"Skye, Skye Russell," she answered.

Peter looked at the young girl. There was something familiar that drew him to her. And her smile. She had the most charming smile.

"Is, is something wrong?" Skye asked.

"Oh no. Skye, would you do me the favor by being my date for tonight?" Peter asked.

"Why, yes. I will," Sky answered smiling that charming smile.

"Tell me a little about yourself," Peter said making conversation.

"Well, I like people who are loyal. Have a sense of humor. Caring and sensitive. Oh, and I like-----"

"Long walks along the beach," Peter finished.

"How did you know?" Skye asked.

"A star told me," Peter laughed. Skye laughed too.

The two enjoyed the party and when it ended, took a long walk along the beach. They talked of common interests and even made a date for the next day. Valentine's Day. But, that of course, is another story.

THE END

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER HALSTEN TORK!!!!!!