"It always comes back to failure," Mike said. "Always."
Davy sat next to him, arms crossed. "Moping about everything isn't gonna make things better."
"I thought that was the definition of failing," Mike replied. "In that case, I'm doing a pretty good job."
It was the second time this had happened in Davy's memory. Granted, it wasn't that Mike being upset negatively affected them directly, but it did cast a dark cloud. This in mind, Davy shoved him out of bed and onto the floor. When Mike's surprised eyes met his, Davy said, "At least you haven't failed at falling."
~XXXX~
One of them had the idea to allow Peter to do the painting after their last unfortunate mishap involving the living room walls. A neutral pale yellow was selected and left with the blond-haired lad, while the others went to the beach. Micky said it was to stay out of the way, but Peter had more intelligence than they gave him credit for. He knew when he'd been snubbed.
But, being the true, loyal soul that he was, Peter held up his end of the horrible bargain and painted the walls. When the others returned, they found doors painted everywhere.
~XXXX~
"You know, yellow is a terrifying color," Micky mused.
As they sat in the car, Davy sighed, indulging him. "I suppose you're going to explain, whether I'm interested or not, so get on with it."
"There you are, drivin' down the street, and the light changes from green to yellow. So do you go? Or stop? The car's going thirty miles an hour, so you gotta make the decision fast. The possibility of making the wrong one is pretty high!"
Davy sheepishly looked past Micky, smiling at the officer who was writing him a ticket for running a red light.