"Because I don't like camping." Mike replied.
"You don't like anything!" Micky laughed.
"That's not true. I like it when you don't speak." Mike shot back.
"I think he speaks for all of us on that one." Davy teased as he casually combed his hair.
"So where you headed off to tonight?" Mike asked.
"I got a date." Davy replied.
"I'm shocked! Are you two?" Micky asked.
Peter laughed. "Have fun."
"Bye." Davy said.
As he was leaving he smacked Micky upside the head.
"Please! I wanna go camping!" Peter whined.
Mike sighed. "I'll think about it okay?"
Peter grinned.
Davy rested his head on his hand, trying with all his might to stay
awake. His date was going on and on about herself.
"So anyway I just curled my hair and headed for a cab. Of course the driver asked me for my phone number. You're really cute you know." she smiled.
"Thanks." Davy said with a fake smile. Is that the only reason she asked me out? He couldn't help but wonder. He didn't mind that girls found him attractive. But lately he had been wondering if a girl would ever see him for what was underneith.
"So anyway-"
Donna was cut of by a loud crash.
"Sorry!" a young woman cried.
"I'll be right back." Davy said.
He rushed over to where the young woman was. She put on a pair of sunglasses and straighted her long blonde hair.
"Are you alright?" Davy asked.
"I'm fine. My chair on the other hand..." the young woman laughed.
Davy also laughed. "My name's David."
"Hello David. I'm Sarah." the young woman held her hand out.
"You can call me Davy if you want. Everyone else does." Davy smiled.
"Does Davy have a last name?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah. It's Jones."
"When do you get the locker?" Sarah teased.
"When I'm twenty-five." Davy laughed.
Sarah also laughed. "You're from England."
"Yeah Manchester. I don't mean to be rude but I better be going. It was nice meeting you. Can I call you sometime?"
"Sure." Sarah smiled. She told him her number. Davy wrote his down and handed it to her.
"I'm afraid I can't read it. I'm blind."