Micky waited on the beach for his Thursday date. Peter had already prepped him with information. He had told Micky that his date, Theresa, seemed like a very passionate individual and would go after what she wanted. Micky had to admit that having a girlfriend that was would show adoration rather than the grief he had gotten from Beth was intrguing.

He surveyed the crowd to see if he could spot Theresa, who Peter had told him would be wearing a yellow and white striped swimsuit. He looked up at the pad and saw three figures on the back porch with binoculars. "Creeps," he laughed to himself. Either his friends were concerned or nosy. Either way he would be doing the same thing.

Micky was beginning to fear that he was going to be stood up by this girl. She was now 15 minutes late. He was trying to think of excuses as to why she could be late. It was noon, so maybe she over slept, traffic was ridiculous, it was taking longer to get ready, lost her keys…

Micky looked off towards the water deep in thought about what this girl would be like.

The guys scrambled back into the pad leaving their binoculars on the back porch. They had started talking and lost sight of Micky. When they realized where he was, it was him opening the front door. They tried to look as natural as possible so Micky didn't know that they had been spying. Davy started cleaning the windows. Mike picked up a book to pretend to read. Peter sat in front of the TV.

Micky came in and examined the awkward scene in front of him. He had already known that they were spying on him and they were doing a horrible job trying to look discreet. Davy was using a shoe to clean the window, Mike was reading a book upside down, and Peter was pretending to watch the TV that wasn't even on.

"Smooth, you guys. But I already saw you watching me. You are not very subtle."

"Please," Mike retorted, "You are the least subtle person I know. When you have a secret it might as well be on the front page of the paper."

"Okay, we were watching," Davy admitted. "We did stop for a while and were talking. What happened?"

"Theresa didn't show," Micky said sounding defeated.

"That can't be. Are you sure you didn't miss her?" Peter asked.

"I thought I was being very diligent in watching for her. Plus, the beach was pretty empty today."

"Well, I'm going to call her to see what happened," Peter said grabbing the phone.

"Not necessary…"

Peter silenced Micky by shushing him as he continued to dial. "Hi, Theresa?...This is Peter…I was wondering what happened to your date with Micky today, he said he didn't see you there…Uh-huh…Uh-huh…Good…Thanks, bye."

"Well?" Davy urged.

"She said that she thought the date was at two o'clock and was about to head out soon. I guess the two of us had our wires crossed. Sorry, Micky."

"It's okay, at least I know she didn't take one look at me and run," Micky joked. "I guess I'll head back down there. See you all later."

As soon as Mike, Peter, and Davy knew he was gone, they rushed back to the back porch and picked up their binoculars. They were trying to look out the pairs of binoculars that each other had around their necks.

An hour later, Micky trudged back into the pad. This time he found his friends in more natural positions, even though something told him that the scene was deceptive. "You're getting better at looking normal."

"Thank you," Peter said.

"Maybe not you," Micky said deadpan.

"So how was it meeting up with Theresa?" Mike inquired.

"Oh yeah, beautiful girl. Definitely like Peter said, she goes after what she wants."

"She was all over you, huh?" Davy said elbowing Micky in the side.

"Oh no, she didn't want to go after me."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"As soon as I met her she asked where my friends were," Micky explained. ""I thought it was an odd question, until she began asking me questions about a certain someone…"

"Who?" Peter looked on inquisitively.

"Oh, just our resident Casanova here."

"Who me?" Davy looked shocked.

"The one and only. All I kept hearing was 'how well do you know Davy…is his accent real…is he single.' Looks like she had a hidden agenda to use me to get to Davy."

"Maybe she would fall for you if she got to know you," Peter offered.

Micky shook his head. "No way man. I'm not even gonna try it; Thursday Theresa would only end up breaking my heart. If she doesn't get to Davy, I feel like it would only be another guy."

"I'm sorry, Micky," Davy said.

"Not your fault, man. You're just a victim to your own staggering good looks," Micky said beginning to ascend the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked.

"I need to de-stress. I'm going to go demolish the bedroom," Micky answered absently.

"Oh okay," Mike said. Then he fully grasped what was going to happen and ran up the stairs after Micky. "Wait, that's my room too!"