Chapter 4

"He's getting on my last nerve! It's been over a week and he still hasn't changed." Mike groaned.

"I miss the old Micky. He hasn't called me a midget for over a week." Davy frowned.

"Do you miss him doing that?" Mike asked sounding surpised.

"Yeah, I mean I'd call him moptop. Or Shirley Temple. He'd call me midget or smallfry. It was our thing. I miss that."

"I miss him too." Peter said fighting the lump that formed in his throat.

"Me too." Mike said sounding kinda sad.

"He's not the same funny, easy going Micky." Peter said.

Micky entered the room with several books.

Peter shot him a look. "What are you doing?"

"Reading."

Davy smiled at the idea that popped in his head. He began to do the dishes and dried over a glass.

"Hey, Mick...uh I mean George Michael. I can't reach this shelf to put this cup up there. Can you do it for me?" he asked.

"Sure." Micky placed the cup on the shelf then went back to his reading.

Davy's mouth dropped. That's it?! No Tiny Tim jokes or anything like that?! he thought. Davy felt his heart sink.

"Thanks." Davy mumbled.

"Anytime David."

Peter placed the orange cap on his head. Mike yawned as he entered the room.

"Man I was really hoping Davy's plan would've worked." Mike said.

"Me too Michael." Peter frowned.

Davy entered the room looking bummed.

"Goodnight midget." Peter said.

"Sorry Pete, but it's not the same. Thanks for trying though." Davy said climbing into bed.

Micky entered the room. "Night Robert."

"MIKE!" Mike barked.

Peter hoped Micky would throw in a joke like 'Good job Mike you never yelled better!' But recieved nothing.

"Goodnight David."

"Whatever." Davy mumbled.

"What's your problem?" Micky demanded.

"You! You're my problem!" Davy yelled climbing out of bed facing Micky.

"Me?"

"Yes, you! Why can't you go back to being the old Micky!? What was wrong with him? I miss the old you. We used to have fun!" Davy cried.

"You mean 'the clown'!" Micky sighed.

"No, I-"

"I'm not a clown! Why can't you except the fact that I'm maturing? I want to be more serious and taken more seriously!"

"Why do you have to pretend to be someone you're not?" Davy asked.

"I'm done talking to you."

"You never were talking to me." Davy snapped.

Davy climbed back in bed taking deep breaths. His cheeks were pink from anger and sadness.

Micky stared straight ahead at the ceiling.

Why do you have to pretend to be someone you're not? kept ringing in Micky's head.

What does he know? Micky thought angryly.