(Three years down the road, the four boys were not only famous, they were pop-sensations. They started a craze that nobody else had ever tried before – a TV show *and* being a real rock band on the side. They didn't think the TV show was going to go anywhere, but as soon as it hit the air the show went to number one. They couldn't believe the success. During their third year, things began to change between the boys. They had developed a brotherly bond and nothing had been in the way of their success; but one thing was going to change the entire routine. Three of the four boys are at their beach home practicing for their really big concert when a knock came on the door...)
Micky: I'll get it! (Micky walked over to the door and opened it to see a very beautiful blonde standing there. She wasn't thin – in fact she was full figured – but it was her pretty face that got Micky's attention real quick) Well hello there! Who are you?
Girl: My name is Colissa-Marie...Miller but you can call me Colissa. I just moved in across from you guys and wanted to know if I could use your phone?
Micky: I'm Micky and I am in love! (She laughed and so did he)
Mike: Micky, will ya let her in already?
Micky: Right! Sure! (In a bowing motion to be funny) Do come in, madam! This is Mike and this is Peter. We were just rehearsing for our big show.
Colissa: Oh really? You're performers? What kind of music?
Micky: We play rock music. Sometimes we go a little soft on the songs but mostly we play songs with a beat. You've never heard of us?
Colissa: No, can't say that I have.
Peter (Confident voice): Sure you've heard of us! We're The Monkees! (She looked at Peter) Y'know "Here we come...walkin' down the street...we get the funniest looks from…everyone we meet!" (She just continued to look at him)
Mike: Ya mean like that funny look she's giving to you?
Peter: Well, nobody's perfect.
Colissa: I'm sorry. It's just I don't listen to too much rock music. I'm more into Gospel music than anything else. Um...can I use your phone now?
Mike: Yes, of course! Please excuse our manners. It's inside the desk right there! (Peter opened the desk so she could use the phone)
Colissa: Thanks! (She dialed the number and waited for an answer) Mom...? Yeah I just got here. Yes, mother I know and I'm doing fine. I just ate before I got into town. No, actually, I'm using my new neighbor's phone at the moment. Yeah; hopefully this week. Okay. No I haven't seen him yet. I'm sure he's out doing something important. Yeah I'll let him know. Okay. Tell dad I love him and not to worry about me ok? Love you too. Bye! (To the boys as she hung it up) Thanks so much for letting me borrow your phone. I appreciate it.
Mike: Not a problem at all. You'll be welcome here anytime.
Colissa: Thanks. I'm only 20 and my mom and dad tend to worry about me a lot.
Mike: My mother was like that. She'd call me every half an hour just to make sure I was okay. I finally had to tell her that if she called again I was gonna go buy her a dog and that stopped the calls.
Colissa (Small laugh and smiling at Mike): She doesn't like dogs?
Mike: Nope; she's a cat lady. She's got 2 of them back home in Texas.
Colissa (Laughing again): I can see why you say that then.
Micky: Where are you from, Colissa?
Davy's Voice (Sarcastic and upset voice): She's from San Francisco. Colissa, what are you doing here?
Micky: You two know each other?
Peter: Now there's a surprise; he knows every girl from here to Cambodia. (The three guys laughed but Davy wasn't amused by the comment)
Davy: Very funny, mate. (To Colissa) Seriously, what are you doing here?
Colissa: I moved in right across from you.
Davy: If anyone finds out about...they'll kill me! (Davy took a hold of Colissa and pulled her outside the door to talk privately; kissing her) I thought you were never going to get here.
Colissa: It's not my fault. My mother and father are freaking out over this move and wouldn't let me leave until they knew I had everything. They don't want me living here in L.A. by myself with a baby on the way.
Davy: You didn't tell them the plan?
Colissa: Yes; I told them that I'd be living right across from you but my father said that we either start acting like a married couple or he'll expose us to the media. He wants you to stop pretending to be a superstar and start being a husband and dad.
Davy: I do not care what your father thinks all right? Nobody can know; you hear me? Nobody! I can't risk it right now; not with all the money I'm making for us. If even one little word gets out about you and me, I'll get fired from the show and then the tours will go down with it. I just can't risk it, baby. I'm sorry.
Colissa: David, I don't like this sneaking around stuff. It scares me.
Davy: Colissa, just please...keep to yourself for at least another year.
Colissa: A whole year...?! How am I to keep our marriage a secret for another year...?! You asked me when we went and got married if I was ready to be the wife of a pop-star and I told you yes. We've been married for almost two years, now, and I'm tired of keeping quiet. You either go to the media about you and me or I'll do it myself while handing you divorce papers in front of them!
Davy: Hey, that's not quite fair! You promised me that you'd keep us a secret for as long as I needed.
Colissa: Yes, but we also weren't expecting to have any children until our fifth year anniversary. The baby is coming in three months and I just don't think it's going to be fair to the baby if nobody knows about him or her.
Davy: You'd rather me expose our child to the whole world so that he or she will be in danger whenever they go out and about?
Colissa: You've got enough money to hire bodyguards for the both of us.
Davy (In the thinking mode and then shaking his head 'no'): No! I won't tell anyone and that is final.
Colissa (Sighing): Can you at least go in there and tell your friends about us?
Davy: No! Nobody can know; especially not them!
Micky (Opening the door): Too late because we just overheard most of it! (He pulled Davy inside and Mike carefully directed Colissa back inside)
Mike: Have a seat you two! (They both sat down) Why on earth didn't you tell us about her, Davy?
Davy: Cos the media would be putting her down and causing her harm. Not to mention that the producers would fire me from the show and then our tours would end and then what...? I'd be without a job and no way to care for her and the baby.
Micky: You could have at least told the three of us! I thought we were your best friends?
Davy: You *are* me best mates but I...well...I just didn't think you'd all understand.
Peter: Where'd you meet *this* one?
Colissa: This one...? What does he mean by that, David?
Davy: Nothing!
Colissa: That's *not* a nothing look! What did your friend mean?
Peter: The friend's name is Peter and I mean that he's got a girl for every day of the week. Ask Micky!
Colissa: David *Armstrong* Jones; you are such a liar! No *wonder* you don't want anyone to know about me! You've been cheating on me!
(A/N: ** I used his TV middle name for the story just because I liked it **)
Davy: Colissa, that's not so! I swear to you it's not true! The girls come to me for me autograph and that's as far as anything goes!
Colissa (Looking at the three boys in tears): Until you can grow up and be the David Jones I married...? *Don't* come over! (Colissa got up and walked to the door in tears)
Davy (Jumping up and running to her): Colissa, baby! Please you have got to be...(She went out and slammed the door shut) Way to go Peter!
Peter: You should have been honest with her *and* with us! Ever since this last set of tours, you've been bossing us around, telling us that we're not doing a good enough job *and* you've been trying to be with every girl you can find; yet you've got the nerve to stand here and try to pretend that nothing ever goes on behind the closed doors? Man, I've had enough of you!
Davy: Hey, c'mon! I...(Peter threw his hands up and walked to his room)
Mike: Peter's right, man! You've not been the most honest person this past year. The least you could have done was tell the three of us that you not only met a chick you liked a lot but you married her too.
Micky: When *did* you marry her anyhow?
Davy: About two years ago when we took that short holiday from each other, I took my holiday to San Francisco. I was walking along the beach in the evening so that nobody would see me and there she was; sitting in the sand by herself. Her beautiful blonde hair was waving in the wind but she had a sad look on her face. I asked her if I could join her and we began to chat. I told her who I was and what I did and that's when she told me that she was going to end her life. I asked her why a pretty girl like her would want to do such a thing and she told me that she was a senior in high school and was tired of everyone making fun of her all the time because of her weight and the fact that her mother was a school teacher. There was so much more that she talked about that I was in tears meself by the time she finished talking. I told her that anyone who makes fun of someone else for what they look like just wasn't worth taking the life over. I then told her about some of me own past experiences with kids and teasing. Next thing I knew we were falling in love with each other. Three months later, we found ourselves at the alter saying "I do."
Mike: Very touching story, Dave, but if you really loved Colissa how come you were bringing girls to your trailer after our tapings; or to the hotel room after our concerts?
Davy: I'm not proud of it all right?
Mike: Then I suggest that you go have a chat with her right now and tell her the truth. I think she deserves that much from you.
Davy (Sighing): Why are you always right?
Mike: 'Cuz I'm older than you!
Micky: We're *all* older than him but whose counting? Go talk to her Davy! Don't let it go like that!
Davy: You're not cross with me?
Micky: Of course I am; but we can work on our forgiveness later. She's more important.
Davy: What about Peter? He seems pretty cross with me right now.
Mike: That'll pass over. He's not had a lot of sleep. Go on!
Davy: Yes mother! (They laughed and watched Davy leave their beach house)
Micky: What are we gonna do Mike?
Mike: We ride it out, man. Let's just hope that we can keep them quiet for a while longer.
Micky: Let's play checkers!
Mike: I'm red!
Micky: You're always red!
Mike: Best color around! 'sides, I'm feelin' lucky!
Micky (Laughing): I wouldn't bet on that luck! (The two of them sat down at their game table and began to play checkers)
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