Sarah got ready for work the next day, which was Friday, at what almost seemed to be a slower pace than she was really intending. But her mind couldn't stop going back to the events of the night before:

The two of them danced for most of the entire time they were at the club; this offered them the opportunity to really talk and get to know each other. Even though everyone was dying of curiosity, they stayed their distance when the two found a table alone together and began chatting animatedly.

But when early morning rolled around, everyone began getting tired so it was mutually decided that it would be a good idea to head home. When they arrived back at the beach, it was drizzling a bit as Sarah went to get into her car.

"Hey, Sarah!" Micky called as he jogged over.

Sarah stood and waited, lightly closing the door so the interior didn't get wet.

"I could, you know, drive you home and bring your car back to your place tomorrow," Micky offered, trying to be a gentleman but also not quite ready for the evening to end.

She smiled and looked up at him, "That's really sweet, Mick, but I think I can get home."

Micky nodded, seeming slightly crestfallen as his gaze fell to the sand below his feet, so he wasn't prepared when Sarah breezed to his side and kissed his cheek with the gentleness of a dewdrop on a morning flower.

"Goodnight, Micky... I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" her smile brightened as she backed up toward her car's driver's side door once again and opened it.

Micky grinned and nodded, 'Yeah... see you then."

Sarah clumbed into her car, started it just as the door shut, and carefully drove away from Beechwood. She chanced a glance up and saw Micky in her rearview mirror watching her go and it made her smile.

She and Micky had finally broken through the crippling awkwardness... but what from there?

When she got to work that evening, The Monkees weren't there just yet so she began her routine for her shift and tried not to look at the stage every couple of minutes.

They arrived rather quietly and Micky's eyes searched for Sarah as well, but when he didn't see her he figured she must be in the back somewhere. She rounded the corner not a moment later and they met each other's eyes, smiled, and waved a small wave. Once they had acknowledged each other's presence, both young people seemed to relax and be able to concentrate better on their tasks at hand.

Once the club opened and got into full swing, Sarah was caught up in waiting tables and Micky in his playing. But when their eyes met, it seemed as though for that brief moment nothing else existed.

"You guys are so..." Carrie pretended to gag, "...cute."

Sarah stuck her tongue out at her gal-pal. "Gee thanks."

"He ain't been right since last night!" Carrie laughed. "I could've sworn he was Davy earlier but I noticed the height difference was waaaay too great."

Sarah had to stifle a laugh, but then became slightly more serious when it came to Micky. "Wow, really?"

Carrie gave her friend a look, "Don't be surprised if he doesn't accost you at some point... or at least ask you out."

"Oh good, 'cause it's not proper to accost someone without at least asking them out."

Carrie swatted her with a napkin, "Will you get your little ass back to work already? Don't need too many more long-haired comedians in this family or we won't be allowed in Disneyland."

Sarah laughed and did as she was told, occasionally watching Micky from the corner of her eye. It was funny, in the beginning it struck her as weird somehow that the lead singer would be behind the drumkit where no one would see him. Now it only seemed natural and made the appeal all the more.

She checked her tables, which of course with the guys playing made sure she didn't have too many customers to check on at all. Thunderous applause was heard when they wrapped up one of their club favorites, 'I'm a Believer.'

"Thanks, everybody! Now, we're gonna do somethin' we normally don't do, but I think it's rather... cute," Mike almost coughed the word, causing Carrie to laugh and whistle loudly. "Thanks, babe. Now, Micky's gonna sing a song that, well, I normally sing. So here he is, making his debut singing a Michael Nesmith tune for someone special - you should know who you are."

Mike stepped back from the mic and began playing the guitar opening for 'You Just May Be The One.' Sarah had heard the guys do this one quite a bit and was curious as to how Micky would sound doing it... then it hit her...

FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL?

It was then that Micky nearly sent her to the floor. 'You Just May Be The One' was one of her absolute favorite songs ever... but coming from Micky, and catching his eye as he bore his own straight into hers as he sang...

Carrie slipped up from behind and hugged the girl around the waist, "Aww, ain't it just cute?"

Sarah remained quiet, watching Micky and letting his voice wrap itself around her as the lyrics took on a whole new meaning to her.

I saw when you walked by

The lovelight in your eyes

And I knew I must try

To win you more than as a friend

I'm starting near the end

And here I go again...

"Damn..." Sarah breathed.

"Well don't just stand there, girly, go get 'im!" Carrie cheered her on.

"But I'm working..." Sarah whispered.

"It's alright, Sarah," Mr. Vincent said from behind them, causing both girls to jump a little. "You've done a marvelous job tonight... you can take an extra few minutes, I'll see that the customers are taken care of til you come back."

Sarah beamed and hugged Mr. Vincent sideways, "Thank you!" She then ran up to the side of the stage just as the guys were finishing the song.

Once more they were met with thunderous applause as the guys bowed; Micky caught sight of Sarah standing by the stage with a smile brighter than the sun on her face and practically dove off of it to meet her. The jukebox was automatically switched on somewhere around this time, allowing The Monkees a break.

"Hey," Micky said, just a little out of breath.

"Hi," replied Sarah almost in the same fashion.

The two stood almost awkwardly for a moment and Davy took notice of this as he walked by.

"I think this is th' part where you two kiss an' live happily evah after," he said in a stage whisper, then walked away hurriedly, leaving the two giggling behind him.

Once they were calmed again, a glimmer shown in Micky's eyes as he decided to take the initiative, "You know, I think he's right," he said softly, then wrapped his arms around Sarah and sought her lips with his own and enveloping her in a sweet, gentle kiss.

When they parted, Sarah blinked in surprise but smiled all the while, "I think so, too," she replied with a giggle as they met in the middle for yet another kiss.

THE END