"Ahh. Another wonderful Sunday morning at the pad." Mike said. His voice thick with sarcastism.
Micky stomped by Mike and Peter.
"He's been in there for almost a half hour!"
Peter calmly took a drink of orange juice.
"Mike, you think you're the boss. Can't you do something?" Micky whined.
"No. This is between you and Davy and I...what do you mean think?!" Mike said.
"Peter?"
"No. I'm not getting involved!" Peter smiled.
"Fine." Micky snapped. He went back to the bathroom and began pounding door.
"Come on midget! Hurry up!"
"Yeah, call him a midget. That'll make him hurry." Mike laughed.
Davy came out of the bathroom.
"Yes?" he asked wiping the leftover shaving cream from his face.
"Don't play cute! You took forever in the bathroom!" Micky grumbled.
"I'm done." Davy said calmly.
"Well it's about time." Micky snapped as he entered the bathroom.
Davy walked by the others. "What's with Micky?"
"You. You were being a bathroom hog." Peter replied.
Davy sighed as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
He opened the fridge to get the milk and found none.
"Where's the milk?"
"Micky drank it." Peter said.
"But he hates milk! He just drank it because he knows I need for my coffee!" Davy yelled.
He pounded on the bathroom door. "That was really funny Dolenz!" Davy yelled angerly.
"I thought you'd like it!" Micky cracked.
Davy stomped by Mike and Peter. He slumped in a chair.
"He hates milk, yet he drank it all." Davy grumbled.
"To get back at you." Peter sighed.
"When is this thing with you and Micky gonna end?" Mike also sighed.
"He started it." Davy replied stubbornly.
The four decided to go to a resturant for lunch. Everything was going fine until
Davy and Micky reached for the same dinner roll.
"Let go! It's mine!" Micky yelled.
"You let go! I had it first!" Davy also yelled.
"Will you two cool it?" Mike snapped.
No one was paying attention to an old woman who was watching them.
"Come on guys. Please stop." Peter begged.
"No. I wanna know what his problem is." Micky replied. His tone was angery.
"Me? You're the one who drank all the milk. Even though everyone knows you hate
the stuff." Davy snapped.
"Now look what you did! You upset Peter!" Mike sighed.
"I wanna talk to you for a minute." Micky whispered angerly to Davy.
"Fine."
The two walked near a men's room.
"Alright Davy. What's your problem?"
"My problem? Okay. You wanna know. You are. You're my problem. You have it so
easy."
"You have it easy! Not me!" Micky exclaimed.
"I do not. You couldn't handle being me for a day."
"Oh. You mean having beautiful women flirt with me wherever I go. Yeah. How will
I be able to cope with that?" Micky laughed.
"You know my friend Daniel from England never put me through the crap you've
made me go through this week." Davy snapped.
"Then maybe you should go back to England!" Micky exploded.
The second Micky had said that he regretted it. Of course he didn't mean it. But
he could also not take it back. To his surprise Davy didn't look hurt. He did
however look so angry Micky was actually scared.
"Would you two like to try this drink?" the woman who had been watching
everything asked.
"Lady. Now's really not a good time." Micky snapped.
"I'll try it." Davy smiled.
"So will I!" Micky said.
The woman smiled as Micky and Davy glared at each other.
I wish for just one day he were in my shoes. both boys thought at the same time.
They both took a drink. Suddenly the building shook.
"Earthquake!" Micky cried.
Davy fell landing on his stomach. Micky pulled him to his feet. Davy yanked out
of Micky's grip.
"I don't need your help." he snapped.
"Well excuse me Davy. I was only trying to be nice." Micky snapped back.
They walked over by the table. Mike was glaring at them. Peter wasn't even
looking at them.
They heard us. Micky thought with a sigh.
"I hope you two are proud of yourselves. You've embarassed me and Peter. This
meal is over. Everyone in the car. Micky you're in front. Davy you take the
back." Mike sighed.
"But Mike-" Davy started to whine.
"I don't wanna hear it." Mike snapped.
The woman walked next to a younger woman. She watched the four as they left.
The curly headed boy and the small boy are going to be in for some interesting
changes tomorrow. she thought with a smile.
The younger woman frowned.
"What did you do?" she demanded.
"I helped them." the older woman smiled.