"Man am I bored!" Micky whined.
"You could go swimming." Peter suggested.
"Too far. Too hot."
"The beach is right out front! And this is perfect swimming weather!" Peter pointed out.
They heard the front door slam.
"Do you mind?!" Micky cried.
"No." Davy replied with a smirk.
"Where have you been shotgun?" Mike asked pouring himself a glass of tea.
"I went down to that old theater. They're doing a play down there and I wanted to try out for it."
"But you don't know anything about acting." Micky replied.
"That's not so! I used to act in plays at school. They said I was a natural!" Davy grinned proudly.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Peter frowned.
"Peter has a point. You have practice, gigs. Unless...you're getting bored with us." Micky said quietly.
Peter flashed Davy a hurt look.
"Mates, it's not that I'm getting bored with you! I just wanted to try something new. That's all." Davy insisted.
"Well it's your call. I'm just afraid you'll be taking on too much. But you're a big boy. It's up to you." Mike said.
"He's not a big boy!" Micky laughed.
"Shut up Shirley!" Davy yelled.
"Will you two cool it?! Just promise me that if it gets to be too much you'll at least slow down." Mike said.
"I promise! I promise! I'll be right back. I'm going to go down there. Hopefully I'll get something." Davy grinned.
I have a bad feeling about this. Peter thought wearily.