Micky, however, didn't even think twice about starting to eat. He was hungry, and he didn't care what the others said about the cooking. Davy watched with curiosity as Micky took a bite. Micky shrugged, "I don't understand. This isn't too bad, why do you say he can't cook?" he asked, pointing to Peter.
"Well. . .I, uh. . ." Mike didn't know what to say.
"It's a little joke we play," Davy lied.
"Oh. . ." Micky said, not fully understanding. "Why?"
"Hmm?" Mike mumbled. "Oh, well, he. . .he. . ." he shrugged, "there really isn't any specific reason."
"Yes, there is, Mike. You--" Peter started, but Mike shot him a warning look, and he quickly stopped.
"We're always teasing each other," Mike told Micky.
Still confused, Micky just shrugged and decided to let the subject slide.
Silence remained throughout the rest of dinner; Micky was nervous, and none of the others knew what to say. Finally, when they were finished, Micky announced he was tired. . .
"I think I'm gonna go to bed," he told them, then he looked around curiously. "Uh, which room did you say was mine, again?"
"The one up there," Mike smiled patiently and pointed upstairs.
"Oh, okay. . ."Micky turned and headed up to the bedroom.
"What do we do now, Mike?" Davy asked curiously. He could just imagine Micky teasing him, What? No date?
"It's been a long day," Mike replied, talking to Peter, as well. "I think I'll go to sleep, too."
"I guess we might as well, then, too," Peter said, thinking out loud. Davy shrugged in agreement, and headed to the bedroom.
Davy and Peter were both confused when they noticed Mike sit down on the couch, and turn on the TV.
~*~*~*~*~
Micky looked around the bedroom, trying to figure out what was where. He noted there were two beds. . . that's right! Someone else used this room, too. But whichever one of them it was, he forgot.
Going over to the closet, he sifted through some things. Were the clothes his, or did they belong to the other person?
Alright, what was in the drawers? Pulling one out, he noticed some pajamas. Good, that was exactly what he had been looking for! He held a pair up to him, and wondered if they might be too big. . .they must belong to the other guy. After pulling out the other pair, which had to have been his, he sighed and set down on the bed. This was silly! He was poking around all of these things, yet he felt like a stranger going through someone else's property. Shouldn't it feel familiar, somehow?
He felt so helpless, not knowing anything. . .and he didn't like that.