"Okay, so I'm Mike," Mike told him. Then pointed the other two, "and that's Davy and Peter."
Micky nodded, and Mike pointed towards the kitchen and went on, "That's the kitchen." Rolling his eyes teasingly, he added, "one of your favorite places." Mike thought for a moment, it certainly felt strange to show someone around, when that person had already been through the house hundreds of times. It would be so easy to skip over something accidentally, considering it to be an everyday thing. . .yet Micky wouldn't remember it! "Uh. . .there are two bedrooms here. The one upstairs belongs to you and I; and the other one belongs to Peter and Davy."
Micky nodded, pretending to take in all the information that they were giving to him! But really, trying to learn everything at once was actually starting to confuse him! He didn't know these people. . .maybe he did before, but he definitely couldn't remember anything about them now!
"Okay," Micky said. "I think I got everything," he lied.
"Great!" Mike said happily. Though he wasn't too sure if Micky was telling the truth. . .but he let it slide for now. After all, if Micky wanted to know something, he could just ask!
Complete silence followed; no one could think of anything appropriate to say. Peter, Mike, and Davy all looked at each other quietly, hoping the other would say something, while Micky just looked around uncomfortably.
The silence continued, hanging heavily in the air.
"Could we. . ." Micky said nervously, and the others all looked at him anxiously. "Do you think we can. . .well, I'm getting kind of hungry!"
"Yes!" Mike said quickly, thankful for a suggestion! Davy and Peter were quick to offer their agreement; it was getting close to dinner time.
"Can I make it, Mike?" Peter asked hopefully.
"Oh, come on, hasn't Micky been through enough today?" Davy asked teasingly. "Don't scare him off, now!"
While Mike considered Davy's joke to be somewhat insulting to Peter, it was only normal teasing. He knew that, and Peter knew that. . .but did Micky know that? Looking over at Micky, he noticed Micky must not have understood.
"Why? What's wrong with his cooking?" Micky asked slowly, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Davy realized his mistake and quickly apologized, "Oh, no, I'm sorry, Micky. I was just teasing him! It's not that he's a bad cook, it's just that he makes some strange--"
Mike cleared his throat loudly, cutting Davy off. Davy looked at him curiously, and Mike glanced at Micky and shook his head slowly.
Understanding registered in Davy's eyes, and he nodded knowingly. As far as Micky was concerned, they were all strangers! They didn't need to go making him any more nervous than he already was.
"Sure, Pete," Mike said. "You can cook dinner." Peter smiled happily and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going, too, to watch what he does," Mike told Davy. "Be careful what you say!"
"Okay, Mike!" Davy agreed. Mike left, and Davy was left alone to try and entertain Micky. "So. . .have you got any questions?"
Micky thought about it, then slowly shook his head, "Not right now."
Davy nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, um. . .well, look at this," he pointed at the window. "Isn't that a great view of the ocean?"
"Looks nice," Micky agreed.
"Yeah, sometimes before I take my girlfriend home, we'll sit out and watch the sunset," Davy told him.
"I bet it's great," Micky replied, only half enthusiastically.
"Oh, Micky," Davy said, growing frustrated. "Is there something bothering you?"
"No," Micky told him. "Why?"
Davy shrugged. "You just sound like you've got something on your mind. . ."
"Or, something not on my mind?" Micky asked sarcastically.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Davy held up his hands in defeat. "But we're friends, I was just trying to help."
"I know. . ." Micky admitted. "I'm sorry for getting upset, but I'm just kinda confused right now!" He didn't want to mention that being with these three guys, who seemed to know everything about him, while he knew nothing about them. . .made him feel rather intimidated. "What's all that set up for?" he asked, pointing to their instruments.
"Oh, that's--" Davy started, but quickly stopped. He'd have to talk to Mike about that subject first, before mentioning it to Micky. "It's just. . .instruments. . ."
"Dinner's ready," Mike walked over to them. "Hamburgers." Micky smiled and walked over to the table. "How'd things go?" Mike asked Davy.
"You didn't tell him about the band, Mike," Davy whispered. "Did you do that for a reason, or did you just forget?"
Mike shook his head. "I didn't think he needed to know about that, yet. I don't want him feeling guilty if he can't play the drums!"
"Good idea, Mike," Davy nodded. "But let's just hope he remembers soon! Remember, we've got a job!"
"I know," Mike assured him. "But we'll just do what we can. . ."
"This is going to be strange, Mike!" Davy confided. "Trying to watch what we say around Micky. It all just seems natural to joke around with him - it'd be really easy to slip up and start joking!"
"I know, I feel the same way," Mike agreed. "But that just means we'll have to watch what we say more closely. . ."