A/N: I am soooo sorry this took so long to update! I've been super busy with school and the like, but it's summer, so my friend and I should be working a lot harder! Anyways, enjoy this really short chapter written by me.

Mike scrambled to his feet and ran after the blonde who was currently on his knees, holding his stomach as he lost all the contents in it.

Mike wrinkled his nose and rubbed Peter's back, "I'm sorry, shotgun."

Peter finished and sobbed, "I-It hurts." He leaned against Mike.

Mike brought him into his arms lovingly, rubbing his side, "I know, buddy…" He said softly, "Let's go get you warmer, 'kay?"

Peter nodded, sniffling as his stomach repeatedly cramped. He shakily tried standing up, sweat glistening on his forehead. He fell back into the thick jungle floor and huffed in defeat, "I… I can't, Mike." He blushed; it showing more on his pale, sickly face.

Mike nodded, with a smile. He stood up and brought Peter into his arms bridal style, "You're fine." He assured, loving the contact between them but quickly shook out the thought and told himself, 'You're never gonna have a chance with someone like Peter.'

Peter nuzzled himself closer to Mike, shivering in the cold and inhaling the small trace of cologne Mike had left on his blue button up shirt, "Mm... Thanks, babe-Mike… Mike. Thanks, Mike." He stuttered, catching himself with his words. It just didn't seem right to call Mike 'babe' like the others. He was different. Something about the way Mike did things and said things made Peter have a different relationship with him. He felt something for the Texan that he just couldn't seem to put a finger on.

Mike chuckled at Peter's stutter and gently laid him by the fire, "Anytime, shotgun." He sat beside him.

Davy smirked at the two and glanced up at Micky whose eyebrow were furrowed in an upset way. He raised his eyebrows and scooted closer to Micky, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump, "Sorry to scare you." He chuckled.

Micky smiled and shrugged, "It's okay, Danny." He furrowed his eyebrows, "I mean Davy... Davy." He quickly fixed his mistake and blushed deeply looking away, 'Way to be… Micky?' He told himself, not sure if his name was really Micky or if they were all telling him this.

Davy giggled and refrained from snuggling against the drummer, "It's okay!" He smiled reassuringly, "What's on your mind?" He wondered, picking at the stone in the ground. He wanted more than anything for Micky to be happy, but most of all. He wanted Micky to remember.

Micky shrugged and averted his eyes to Mike and Peter who looked so cute together. He caught himself about to giggle and stopped himself, looking back to the small British boy, "Well… I just… I don't remember you guys! I know we're supposed to be best friends! But… I feel like I know nothing about you." He frowned.

Davy nodded in understanding, "I can dig." He smiled bashfully at Micky, "Well… I bet you'll remember in no time!" He giggled at the song reference.

Micky stared at the boy next to him in complete confusion, "Why are you giggling?" He asked bluntly.

Davy quickly straightened his face, "Uh… 'Cause I'm weird." He chuckled, yawning widely as he stretched.

Micky smiled, "Oh… Okay." He giggled himself. He chewed his lip and crossed his legs as he looked around the cave, feeling an odd feeling in his stomach. No he wasn't sick. This was different. He glanced at the so called Davy boy and it suddenly dawned on him, 'He is so beautiful.' He told himself.

Davy glanced out of the cave and sighed at how dark it was. He closely observed all of the bushes, seeing eyes. He widened his eyes, "We're all going to be eaten alive."

Mike gave Davy an odd look, "Davy, where on earth would you get that idea?"

Davy blew a raspberry and laid on the cold hard surface of the cave, "Because there are bright yellow eyes in the bushes."

Peter widened his eyes, "W-what?" He croaked. His stomach cramped again and he moaned, holding it.

Mike frowned and caressed Peter's cheek, "Shhh... It's okay." He cajoled and sent Davy a glare, "One, there are no eyeballs in the bushes. Two, we will not be eaten." He shook his head, not wanting Peter to get sick again.

Peter inhaled deeply and relaxed, closing his eyes.

Mike smiled at how sweet Peter looked with his eyes closed, "That's it… Go to sleep."

Davy giggled and stood up, "I'm gonna go pee." He stepped to the opening of the cave and swallowed, "Here I go… Into the darkness of the night…" He left, "I'm going to be eaten by a tiger."

Micky giggled and glanced at the now sleeping Peter and then to Mike, "So… Are you guys a thing?" He wondered

Mike glared, "Shut up." He mumbled and laid down a few inches away from Peter, closing his eyes.

Micky blushed, "Oh… Alright, sorry." He mumbled and lay down as well, closing his eyes. After a little Mike and Micky were both asleep when Davy came back, "That was the…" He looked at all of them, "Oh…" He chuckled, "I'm the only one awake." He moved a little closer to the fire, "Might as well go to sleep by myself… In the darkness… No bed…"

Mike opened his eyes and looked at Davy, "Shut the hell up and go to sleep." He grumbled.

Davy nodded hastily, "Yeah… Okay." He mumbled and closed his eyes.

After hours of tossing and turning, Davy finally fell into a light uncomfortable sleep. They were all freezing that night. Peter had it the worst, though. With his high fever and his stomach cramps he had no sleep.