Later that evening Micky entered the bathroom and seen Davy brushing his teeth. He glanced at Micky but didn't say a word to him. Davy hadn't spoken to Micky since they came home from the restaurant.
Davy just kept brushing his teeth ingoring Micky. He rinsed his mouth out and wiped it off. He then left the room.
Okay. He wants to be a jerk, I can be one to. Micky thought.
Davy sank his head deep into his pillow and sighed. Peter glanced at him and also sighed.
"When is this thing with you and Micky going to end? It's been going on for over a week. Do you even remember what you guys are fighting about?"
"No. But I bet he started it." Davy replied stubbornly.
"I don't care who started it. Just end it." Peter sighed.
Davy sighed. "Ever since Micky started going out with Melissa, you know his new girlfriend. I don't know I've been feeling really left out. He says we'll hang out but we never do. And when we do hang out all we do is fight. I always thought I could count on Micky you know. Guess for now those days are over. Night Pete."
Peter gave Davy a worried glance.
Micky entered his and Mike's room. He seen a book on his bed and he threw it across the room.
"What'd that book ever do to you?" Mike asked.
"You're a funny man, Nesmith."
"I try. Is this about Davy?" Mike asked.
"Don't even mention that midget's name!"
"Calm down! Remember. Me friend." Mike said trying to get Micky to laugh.
He didn't.
"Sorry. I'm going to bed." Micky grumbled.
Micky awoke the next morning rubbing his eyes. The first thing he noticed was his hands looked smaller.
Weird. he thought.
He stumbled out of the bedroom when he noticed he was coming out of the downstairs bedroom.
"That's odd." he said to himself.
Then it hit him.
"I have a british accent!"
He ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He didn't see himself. He saw Davy!
He screamed.
Holy cow! he thought as he ran up the stairs.
"Davy! Davy!" he exclaimed.
"Go away mate! It's too early to get up." Davy groaned.
Then it dawned on him.
"What happened to me accent?" he asked out loud.
He looked at Micky and screamed.
"I know! I'm talking to you and looking at me! It's weird!" Micky cried.
"How'd this happen?" Davy whimpered.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Hey guys! Breakfast is ready!" Peter yelled.
"Let's go downstairs and eat. Try to act as normal as possible." Micky suggested.
"Right." Davy nodded.
The two went downstairs and began to eat. Mike watched his friends in shock. Davy had really good table manners. Yet he seen Davy chowing down his food. Micky had the worst table manners, yet he had a napkin placed on his lap and taking small bites. He also dabbed his face after every other bite. Eating very much like Davy! And Davy was eating very much like Micky.
"If I didn't know any better I'd swear you two switched places." Mike laughed.
The two boys looked at each other and forced a laugh. Then Davy kicked Micky from under the table.
"Ow!"
"Slow down!" Davy hissed.
This is going to be a long day. Micky thought with a sigh.