Peter woke up early the next morning. It was only a little after seven so he was surprised to find the hallway light on and Mike's bed empty. Carefully trying not to wake the other two, Peter made his way across the room and out onto the landing. All the lights in the pad were already on and Peter could see Mike in the kitchen making breakfast, humming to himself.

"Good morning, Mike," he said quietly as he walked down the stairs. Mike grinned at him. He was in a good mood, which was odd to see this early in the morning, but it made Peter happy.

"Mornin'!" He said happily. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," Peter shrugged, taking a peek at what Mike was making. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, it was all quite extravagant.

"You're in a good mood." Peter said.

"I'm happy." Mike said grinning.

"Yeah?" Peter questioned.

"Hmm hmm, we got food to eat, our rent's almost all paid, we got a gig and if I don't fuc-mess up I'll be bringing home at least 100$ tonight maybe more." Mike said. Peter smiled and chose to overlook Mike's slip up.

"Wow, that's great," Peter said happily. Mike nodded and went back to cooking, humming a new melody to himself.

"What're you singing?" Peter asked quietly. Mike shrugged.

"Don't know, just makin' it up as I go," he said as he flipped a pancake.

"Oh," Peter said "How's your shoulder?" Mike rolled it and winced a little.

"It's better," Mike said "Not one houndered percent, but better. I should be able to play tonight."

"That's good," Peter let out a sigh. "But please don't push yourself if you're not ready."

"I won't, now eat before it gets cold. I'm going to go wake up Micky and Davy." Mike said.

"Sir, yes sir." Peter said mock saluting Mike. Mike rolled his eyes but a smile was tugging at his lips as he went up stairs. Two minutes later he was back down with a sleepy Micky in tow. Micky poured himself a cup of coffee and watched Mike go over to the sink with a wicked grin on his face.

"Mike?" Peter said questonaly as Mike filled up a glass with cold water and went up stairs. Five seconds later they heard Davy yell as Mike bulted out of the bedroom and down the stairs laughing.

"MIKE!" Davy yelled, following closely behind him. Micky and Peter couldn't help but laugh at the scene as well.

"Good morning, Davy," Peter said with a giggle. Davy only grunted and glared at Mike angrily.

"I told you," Mike said, catching his breath. "I told you if you didn't wake up I was going to pour water on ya."

Micky raised his eyebrows, amused. Davy sighed and shook his head.

"I didn't know you were serious."

I'm always serious." Mike said.

"I'll remember that." Davy said as he grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. Mike laughed again as he went back to the stove and put more pancake batter onto the frying pan.

"Be afraid," Micky whispered to the other two, a smirk on his face. "Be very afraid."

Peter frowned and leaned in, worried.

"Why? What is it?"

Micky's grin only grew wider as he turned to face Peter.

"Mike's in a good mood and it's barely 8."

"Why should we be afraid of that?" Peter asked, confused.

"Because it's Mike 'leave me alone until 10AM if I get in late' Nesmith" Micky said.

"Oh, and we were up last talking." Peter said.

"Oh, are we having a whispered meeting?" Mike's voice by Micky's ear asked, making Micky jump.

"Mike, why are you in such a good mood?" Davy asked.

"Why I can't be happy without you guys getting on me?" Mike asked.

"Because you're acting not like yourself." Micky said.

"Are you on drugs?" Davy blurted out.

"What? Of course not!" Mike shook his head. "Why can't I just be in a good mood?"

"Because even when you're happy about something, you're not…this happy about something." Davy said with a suspicious frown. Mike sighed and shook his head.

"Breakfast's ready." He said, presenting Micky and Davy with plates.

"Why are you avoiding the question, Mike?" Micky squinted as he took the plate.

"Because it's ridiculous, that's why!" Mike yelled, hitting his hands on the counter, causing the three to jump in surprise. He turned to the others, anger visible in his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and it faded away.

"Why can't I just be happy without y'all getting off on me for it?" He asked quietly, a slight sadness in his tone.

"Mike, it's not that…" Davy said, pausing to find the words "We're just worried, tell me this if any one of us came home beat to hell and was acting happy about it would you drop it?" He asked as he got up and went over to Mike.

Mike sighed and looked down.

"I told you what happened, Davy. Someone tripped me and I fell. I'm sorry for getting hurt in one slip up that wasn't even my fault." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm happy because we have money and don't have to struggle to make ends meet anymore."

"Okay, and I'm glad about that, believe me," Davy said "but-"

"Drop it Davy and eat your breakfast before it gets cold." Mike snapped, "I'm going to go out." He grabbed his jean jacket and hat and put his boots on and stormed out.

"Do you think we should tell him he left in his pajamas?" Peter asked.

"Naw, he'll find out sooner or later," Micky said as he cut into his pancake "why did you do that Davy?" He asked.

"I didn't mean to get him mad enough to storm out." Davy said "I just want to know what he's doing."

"And that's his business." Micky said.

"And Mike said we'd find out tonight." Peter added. Davy sighed as he sat down.

"Yeah, I guess, but if it was one of us Mike would push until we told him."

"Yeah, well, that's Mike for ya." Micky said as he grabbed his coffee cup, took a sip and gagged.

"What is it?" Peter asked worriedly.

"This is Mike's coffee." Micky said "it has sugar in it."

"You don't like sugar, Micky?" Peter asked, genuinely surprised Micky didn't like something that was sweet.

"Not with my coffee, no," Micky sighed.

"So what do we do?" Davy asked heavily.

"Well, we should probably practice for the gig tonight," Micky sighed, unsure of what else to say. "If Mike comes home…then I guess we just talk to him? I don't know."

Peter sighed and took a seat, looking out at the door.

"Come on, let's get some practicing in," Micky offered, going over to the bandstand. The other two reluctantly joined him, but they were all still worried about Mike.