Before I even knew what was going on, I was living with the boys. In fact, I had been living with them for about two weeks, being with Micky the whole time. We had become incredibly close in that time…especially me and my boyfriend.

Of course, I had to go with them on tour. We were supposed to leave for Boise, Idaho within the next couple of days and the boys wanted to get me some new clothes so I would blend in with their hip, groovy image.

"Why don't you try this on, Mary?" Davy asked. He held up a bright pink mini dress with long sleeves which looked lacy. The skirt had a lacy coat over the solid slip. The neckline was modest, which was unexpected compared to the necklines of the dresses Davy had suggested in the past. A small, hand-tied bow and draw-string joined the solid top and the lacy skirt. The very top of the collar had a tiny ruffle of lace going all around it.

"Davy, you have some kind of taste," I smiled. I took the dress and headed into the dressing room. When I came out, all the boys were assembled and when they saw me, their jaws dropped in unison. "Oh, come on," I laughed. "I can't look that good."

"But you do," Micky grinned. He walked over to me and looked me up and down. "You look great and I'm not just saying that."

"That one's most definitely a keeper," Mike agreed. I changed back into my normal clothes and tossed the dress into the cart along with the adorable strawberry printed, sleeveless mini dress and the plain yellow button-up dress.

"Now there's just one more thing left to get," Peter thought out loud. "You need some pajamas."

"But I like my pajamas," I protested.

"Well, then you can have two pairs of pajamas," Mike shrugged. "Either way, we're buying you some." I sighed in resignation and the boys led me off to the pajamas section of the clothing store.

"How 'bout these?" I asked as I held up some pajamas. They were flannel and had little stars and moons all over the long-sleeved top and baggy bottoms.

"How 'bout these?" Micky smirked evilly. He held up a silky, short nightie with a Chinese dragon swirling around the bottom edge. The nightie had spaghetti-thin straps and it probably came down to 3 inches above my knees. The neck line plunged down to approximately 3 ½ inches below my collar bone. I looked at Micky.

"Not in your dreams," I laughed. Micky cocked his head over to one side before tossing the silky nightie into the cart with my other clothes. He turned to grin at me. "You are basically diabolical, aren't you?" I sighed. Micky nodded and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Just in case the nights get hot," he sniggered. I raised an eyebrow, but decided to let it go. In the past, I'd come to expect Micky to be off-the-wall with his comments. I liked it even though it sometimes got a little crazy.

"You are bizarre," I smirked. Micky crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue teasingly. He walked over to me and kissed my neck.

"You know you love it," he whispered in my ear. I giggled.

WHAT WAS FREAKIN' WRONG WITH ME?! WHY WAS I GIGGLING SO MUCH?! IT WAS SO SHERMAN-TWINNISH! SERIOUSLY?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF PUDDING?!

"You think I know I love it," I corrected him, purring slightly. Micky growled like a tiger and kissed me again. Davy cleared his throat.

"You two are horrible," he gagged.

"You should talk," Mike chuckled. Davy blushed and stepped back slightly. I couldn't help but laugh. It was hysterical how much Mike controlled this guy.

"Hey, fellas," Peter called, "we should get going! The bus is gonna leave soon!"

Mike nodded and hauled my cart up to the register and had them ring up all my clothes. Micky grabbed my hand and pulled me out the doors. When we were over to one side, he pulled me to him and put his hands on my waist. He pressed his lips to mine and I "indulged in the moment," so-to-speak. We kissed for about four seconds before I heard noises behind me.

"Aw, c'mon!" Micky groaned. "Just five minutes alone with her! That's all I ask! Five freakin' minutes!" I turned around to see Peter grinning teasingly, Mike wolf-whistling, and Davy hooting and making kissy noises. I tried to shoot them a nasty glare, but I ended up laughing heartily. "Mary, not you too!" Micky exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Sorry, Mick," I giggled. "But…" I had to pause for my laughter. "You just looked so funny!" Micky looked up to the sky with a "Why Me?" look on his face. I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Cheer up, huh?"

Micky shrugged, smiled sheepishly, and kicked a stray piece of gravel into the parking lot. He was blushing harshly like a little boy being told off by his mommy. He grinned at me with the same cuteness as a little kid asking for extra sprinkles on his hot fudge sundae: adorably shy.

I wrapped my hand around his until I could look down and not know whose fingers were whose. I squeezed a little and Micky squeezed back. Davy made a gagging noise, but Mike told him it was time to get packing. Peter shot me a wink before following Mike and Davy.

It was interesting, my relationship with Micky. Most of the time he was bizarre and off-the-wall, but sometimes, he was sweet and more adorable than a baby's smile. I nestled my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist. When we reached the bus, I looked at my reflection. The rash on my collar bone had completely disappeared…