The next morning Davy awoke with a big yawn. He sleeply stumbled down the stairs.
"Morning, throw rug." he greeted Micky as he wiped sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning, David." Micky replied.
Davy grabbed a glass and filled it up with orange juice. He did a second glance at Micky.
"Did you call me David?"
"That's your name isn't it?" Micky asked.
"Well yeah, but you never call me David. It's always Davy or midget. Something in that nature. In fact I don't remember you ever calling me David since we met!"
"Calm down please. Did you have a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah. I slept great. Um, do you want a bowl of cereal?" Davy asked nervously.
"Cereal is for children. I think I'll make myself some toast. Would you like some?"
"No. Cereal's fine with me." Davy replied grabbing the milk.
"Suit yourself." Micky replied buttering his toast.
Davy stratched his head in confusion.
"Are you okay Micky?"
"I'm fine. And don't call me Micky. Call me George Michael." Micky said.
Davy choked on his orange juice. "George Michael?"
"Yes, that's my name. I'll see you later." Micky said wiping his mouth off.
"Oh, going for a walk on the beach? Hang on a sec and I'll join you." Davy said taking his bowl up to the sink.
"I'm going to the library."
"The library?!" Davy cried.
"Yes, I'll see you later. First I have to straighten my fro." Micky begin to staighten his curls.
Davy frowned. "But you like your fro Micky. It's what you're known for."
"It's George Michael. And I'll see you later David."
"Bye." Davy said sounding concerned and confused.
What happened to my friend? Davy wondered.
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