When the applause died down, Davy climbed off the stage and pushed his way through the swarms of girls until he came to Marcia.

"Wow... that was... really good!" Marcia said, giggling.

"I'm glad you liked it." Davy said. "And I meant what I said up there. I am grateful to you."

"Um... Thank you."

Marcia couldn't stop staring at him; even more so than when he was on stage.

He wore a navy blue blazer that brought out his beautiful eyes, and a black striped shirt. He was so handsome.

"So... would you like some punch?" He asked.

"Sure." Marcia said. She followed Davy across the gym where he handed her a glass of punch.

"Thanks." Marcia said.

The music played over the sound system and she watched the kids dancing to their heart's content.

When the upbeat tempo of The Doors "Love Her Madly" began to play, Marcia swayed to the music.

"Oh, I love this song!"

"Well, then I think this calls for a dance!" Davy said.

He led them to the dance floor and they began to dance, oblivious to the stares and whispers around them.

Song after song played as they danced having the time of their lives. Then suddenly the music changed and a slow, romantic Carpenters song began;

"Talkin to myself and feeling old... Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down..."

Davy and Marcia stared at each other in awkward silence.

"Would you care to dance, Marcia Brady?" Davy finally asked.

"Sure." Marcia said.

He put his arm around her and took her hand and they began to sway to the music.

As the song played on, Marcia moved closer until she was resting her head on his chest. Amazingly he didn't mind and he even sang along.

This had to be a dream; for it couldn't be real. Any minute now she was going to wake up and her life would be the same dull life it had been just a few weeks before.

When the song ended she started to pull away, until another slow song began;

"Stairway to Heaven".

It was a song she'd always dreamed of dancing with a boy to; the most romantic song she could imagine; except for Girl, of course.

She turned away from him, surprised when he took her hand once more and resumed dancing with her.

Once more she put her head on his chest and closed her eyes, swaying back and forth to the music. His hand was so soft in hers and he smelled so good; just as she had described him; just like talcum powder and aftershave.

It was pure Heaven...

They danced to several more fast songs (even recordings by the Monkees!), and before Marcia knew it, Mrs. Robbins was announcing that the next song would be the last of the evening.

The crowd groaned in disappointment.

"I know, I know... We're all having a great time but all good things must come to an end." Mrs. Robbins said.

The opening strands of Carole King's "It's Too Late" began and once more Marcia found herself in Davy Jones' arms.

This time it was Marcia who sang along; her head against Davy's chest.

"You've got a beautiful voice." Davy said.

She looked up in surprise.


"Your singing; it's lovely."

She blushed deeply when he realized that he had heard her.

"You're just saying that to be nice." She said.

"You should be singing on a stage." Davy said.

"Well I do sing with my brothers and sisters occasionally." Marcia said.

"Keep doing it and someday someone is going to realize how good of a singer you are." Davy said.

Marcia felt as though she could fly. Her parents complimenting her singing was one thing but Davy Jones? That was the best thing she'd heard in years!

"Thank you for attending the freshman prom and how about another round of applause for our special guest, Mr. Davy Jones!"

The cheers and applause were deafening as Davy led Marcia out of the gym and they ran to his car, hoping they wouldn't be seen.

The ride home was quiet as Marcia leaned against the tan leather passenger seat.

When the car turned into her neighborhood, she felt a tinge of disappointment that her magical evening would soon come to an end.

His red sports car slowed in front of her house and Davy turned off the engine.

Gentleman that he was, he got out of the car and walked to the passenger side, taking her hand as he helped her out of the car.

They walked to the front door and smiled at each other.

"Um... Thank you... for everything. I had a wonderful time. And I'm sorry about... you know... before." She stammered.

"Don't be. I was very happy to get your letter and I'm glad I could keep my promise." Davy said.

There was an awkward silence and she found that she didn't want him to go.

"Would you like to come in?" She asked.

"Oh... It's nice of you to ask, but my band members are probably wondering where I've gotten off to."

She sighed at the answer she expected to receive.

"Right. Well... Goodnight."

Marcia went to hug him but to her surprise he leaned over and kissed her! It was just a friendly kiss with no romantic meaning whatsoever, but it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in her life.

His car drove away and she stared at the empty street for several minutes before walking into the house.

"Well! Did you have a nice time at the prom?" her mother asked.

She walked woodenly past her parents and up the stairs.

"What prom?"

They stared at her in surprise watching Marcia walk up the stairs.


She walked into her bedroom and immediately began to play her favorite song;

"Girl... Look what you've done to me..."

As she listened to the words, she reached under her mattress and pulled out her beloved diary. Pen in hand she sat on her bed and thought about what she would write about her magical experience.

But only a few seconds later, she put the pen back and returned the diary to its hiding place.

She didn't need to write about what happened at the prom. For she knew she'd remember every vivid detail of her date with Davy Jones for the rest of her life.


A/N: Written in memory of Davy Jones...

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