3:30 came around and Mike was still asleep on the couch. Davy insisted that he should be the one to wake him up. The others didn't really think anything of it until they saw Davy pull out a soda from the fridge.
"He used water on you," Peter frowned. "It's not fair."
Davy shrugged.
"Sometimes life isn't fair, Peter. In the game of revenge, the rules aren't fair," he said with a smirk, opening the bottle and making his way toward the living room.
"You pour that on me Jones, I'll kill you." Mike muttered from the couch. Davy stopped halfway to him.
"How in the Hel-ck did you know?" Davy asked as Mike rolled off the couch and landed on the floor.
"Are you okay Mike?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Mike answered getting up slowly "And I have three younger siblings Davy, that's how I know." Davy narrowed his eyes as Mike took the pop away from him and drank it.
"I'll get you back Nesmith, just you watch." Davy said.
"Don't count on it," Mike smirked, brushing himself off. "You'll only end up disappointed when you fail."
"Watch me!" Davy declared, throwing his hands up in the air. "Just you wait."
"I'm shaking in my boots, small fry." Mike said.
"Small fry!" Davy yelped "That's it." He took a running jump and landed on Mike knocking him to the ground.
"Oomph." Mike grunted as Davy landed on him.
"Take it back." Davy snarled.
"No," Mike said, struggling to get up.
"Davy, get off of him." Micky said going over and trying to get the shorter guy off of Mike.
"No!" Davy snapped "Not until he takes it back."
"Why?" Mike asked "We joke about your height all the time David, why should this be any different? And get off of me!"
He didn't get off until Mike cried out in pain. Davy had hit his shoulder.
"Davy, get off of him!" Peter said sternly, now trying to help Micky get him off.
"Take it back!" Davy said as he continued to punch Mike.
"Ow, Davy, come on man. Fine I take it back I take it back." Mike roared in pain as Davy continued to beat him.
"What in the name of God's green earth was that all about?" Mike asked as Micky went to help Mike up as Peter put his arm around Davy as if to hold him in place. Davy glared at him angrily and let out a huff before breaking from Peter's grip and going into the kitchen.
"Are you okay, Mike?" Micky asked, helping him to the couch.
"I'm talking to you, Jones!" Mike called out, watching Davy's every move. "You can't just ignore me."
"Wanna bet?" Davy snapped.
"Is this about the water?" Mike asked.
"No." Davy said.
"Did I do something else that you didn't like?" Mike asked, cocking his head to the side trying to think about why Davy would start attacking him.
"What do you think?" Davy snapped.
"I don't know!" Mike said "That's why I'm asking. I'm not a mind reader. Now either tell me what's wrong so I can fix it or keep it to yourself. But don't be taking your anger out on me unless it was something I did."
"Guys, please don't fight," Peter said quietly. "I don't like it when you fight. And lashing out only adds to the cycle of violence, it doesn't end it!"
Davy only rolled his eyes and went into the fridge.
"Davy, man," Micky said 'Come on, what's up?"
"Why do you think you have to fix everything Mike?" Davy finally said.
"What?" Mike asked, taken aback.
"You-you." Davy sighed and took a deep breath "you act like you're the only one who can fix our situation."
"What situation?" Mike asked, throwing a confused look at Peter who shrugged.
"What situation, Davy?" Mike repeated, taking a few steps toward him.
"This!" Davy said, waving his hands around the pad.
"Our living situation?" Mike said.
"Yes, no!" Davy said "the whole everything!"
"You're not making any sense." Mike said. Davy let out a growl.
"The coming up with rent money, buying food, getting laundry done, finding jobs, that situation." He finally said.
Mike sighed.
"Somebody has to do it, Davy. Someone has to take care of you guys—"
"We can take care of ourselves just fine, Mike! We don't need you treating us like we're children all the time!"
"Okay, so what do you want me to do?" Mike asked "move out?"
"YES!" Davy screamed.
"NO!" Micky and Peter both cried out in unison.
"Davy's just upset," Micky said to Mike, putting on a fake smile. "He doesn't mean it, really."
"How do you know what I mean?! You don't know a thing about anything!" Davy yelled.
"Davy, please, it's okay," Peter said softly, trying to calm him down.
"Just get out, Nesmith!" Davy hollered.
"Fine!" Mike yelled back "fine, you want me gone. I'm gone. I'm out. Goodbye!" He stormed over to the bandstand and grabbed his acoustic guitar and his black bag then stormed up stairs to pack a bag Peter followed him.
"Mike, please, he's just angry." Peter said as he watched Mike pack his suitcase.
"Yeah well I don't care. He asked me to leave so I'm leaving." Mike spat.
"But Micky and I want you to stay." Peter said brown eyes swimming with unshed tears. Mike didn't answer as he continued to pack his stuff.
"I'll meet you at the skating rink tonight and help you set up." Mike said as he closed his suitcase.
"And then what?" Peter asked sadly. "What happens then?"
Mike sighed and shook his head.
"I don't know, Peter," he muttered, looking down. "But…don't worry about it too much right now. Okay?"
"Where will you stay?" Peter asked.
"Believe it or not, I do have friends here in Los Angeles other than you three." Mike said "I'll crash at one of their places until I can get my own place."
Peter nodded and fiddled with his hands.
"I don't want you to go…" he choked out and Mike let out another sigh.
"Peter, it will be okay." He said, smiling at the blonde. "Trust me, it'll all work out. One way or another."
"Okay." Peter choked out as he threw himself at Mike and gave him a hug. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." Mike said uncomfortably. Peter finally let him go and Mike picked up his suitcase and went out onto the landing.
"Don't forget your toothbrush." Peter said. MIke had to smile at that and went to the bathroom to get his toiletries and then went downstairs.
"Well," Mike sighed and was engulfed in a hug from Micky.
"I'll kick his butt and make him see reason Mike. This is not a dictatorship."
Mike let out a snort.
"Thanks," he said quietly. "I assume I won't be playing with you guys tonight?"
Peter's face fell.
"Why not?" He asked nervously.
"I doubt Davy would be happy with me playing with y'all," he said with a slight shrug. "Besides, even if we didn't fight, I wouldn't have much time to play anyways."
"But we want you to play." Micky said.
"It's fine Micky," Mike said "Might as well have Napoleon have his way for now." He sighed and took one last look at the pad. "I'll leave the car with you three." He said walking to the door.
"Good night you two." He said looking at Micky and Peter.
"Good Night Mike." Peter said.
"Where will you go?" Micky asked.
"I'll find a place, don't worry." Mike said and he walked out the door. The silence was deafening.