"Hey Pete, are you still disheartened about what Madame Rosita said?" Davy asked.

"No."

"Come on, Babe. What does she know? It was all in jest, nothing serious. I know you have been struggling with relationships lately and I'm sure this didn't help. Want me to cancel my plans tonight with Daphne and hang out?"

"No, no. I will be fine. I want to work on music tonight. You don't have to change your plans for me. I'll be fine."

"If you're sure…Micky and Mike are out. So if you need anything say the word and I'll ask her to leave. Got it?"

"Thanks, Dave." And right on cue Daphne knocked on the door.

BANG! Peter's head fell on the piano keys. He was again finding himself in the middle of working on his song and getting distracted by Davy and Daphne. He glanced out onto the back porch and saw them deep in conversation, their murmurings flooding into the pad. Peter tried again, "Come with me I'll take you where the taste of life is green, And everyday holds wonders to be seen." He was interrupted again by the talking getting louder.

Peter rolled his eyes and looked at the clock. 11:05. Shouldn't she be going home by now? He didn't understand. Doesn't she have a life or anything better to do? He pressed one key and decided to give up. It was no use. Sitting here brooding sounded like the only possibility right now.

He looked at the clock again. 11:11. Hmm… Peter thought, it's worth a try. He closed his eyes, I wish I was more like Davy. He held his eyes tight for a moment longer and looked at the time. 11:12. How silly. Wishes don't come true, that's kid stuff. The thought of it though made him feel a bit better.

With that he decided his room was the best option right now. Even if he didn't sleep at least he was further away from the couple. And he could prevent any further frustrations. With everything that happened today, that was the last thing he needed.

Peter was so tired the next morning that he couldn't even open his eyes. He stumbled out of bed and tried to navigate his way to the bathroom to splash his face with water. Why were my feet so far from the floor? I'm losing it. He ran into the dresser on the way out. Was that always that close to my bed?

Peter entered the bathroom and bumped his stomach into the sink slightly knocking the wind out of himself. Was the sink always this high? I'm off today. He splashed his face and looked in the mirror. All he saw staring back at him were a pair of dark brown eyes. He studied the reflection more. There was only the eyes and above. He saw dark brown hair.

Confusion set in. Peter rubbed his eyes and looked down at tanner hands with a silver and black ring on the left hand. He felt his body and noticed a slightly slimmer frame. This can't be! He stood on tiptoes and peeked in the mirror again to see Davy's face staring back at him. Peter winked and made faces seeing that Davy's face was mimicking his movements.

Peter ran back into his and Davy's shared bedroom. Davy's bed was empty and his own bed had a figure in it with a tuft of dirt blond hair sticking out of the blanket. He shook the figure. "Wake up!"

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Peter?" said a voice from Peter's own body.

"Davy is that you?"

"Of course it's me, who else would be in here? Have you lost it?"

"I might have, because you're in my bed…and body."

"What are you talking about? How did I get in your bed?"

Peter dragged the now much taller Davy into the bathroom by his collar. "Get off me, man!" Davy said waving his hands in Peter's direction.

"Look in the mirror."

"You have lost it, Mate."

"Just look."

Davy turned towards the mirror and backed away shocked. He touched the features of his new face and approached the mirror again making faces as Peter had before. "You must be joking," he said as he really looked at Peter for the first time, taking in his own image in front of him. "What happened?!" Davy yelled.

Micky and Mike came running downstairs at the yelling and commotion. "What's wrong Peter?"

"Oh Mike, I am not bloody Peter! I'm Davy!"

"Good one you guys, but it's too early for this nonsense," Micky yawned.

"It's true fellas," Peter spoke up. "I woke up in Davy's body and vice versa."

"I'm going back to bed," Mike said. "I actually think I'm not really awake right now."

"This is serious! What are we going to do?" Davy protested.

"Sure, sure you got us Peter," Micky said.

"It's true. I'll prove it to you. Peter, go play the piano," Davy said.

Everyone watched Davy's form make its way to the piano and begin pressing the keys to the tune of Randy Scouse Git. The guys looked on with stunned looks on their faces.

"How did this happen?" Mike uttered finally understanding the seriousness of the situation.

"Peter, how did you teach Davy the piano so quickly?" Micky asked.

Davy put his hand over his unfamiliar face. "Micky are you sure you didn't also switch bodies with Peter?"

"Any idea how this came to be?" Mike asked.

"None. I haven't even had time to think. Peter and I woke up to this switch," Davy explained.

Peter finally had a realization and shrunk back trying to collect his thoughts. Mike noticed Peter's demeanor. "Peter?"

"Well…you see…it was an accident…" Peter stammered in his new British accent.

"What was an accident?" Davy was fuming now. Peter forgot how quick Davy's temper could turn on.

Peter stood there unable to speak further. He wasn't used to Davy being so angry with him and it was scaring him.

"Spit it out, Peter!"

"Last night, it was 11:11 and I was so distraught about my fortune that I took the opportunity to wish that I was more like Davy I didn't think it would work I'm sorry," Peter said quickly in one breath without pausing.

Peter looked into his own eyes which were now Davy's and saw fire flash through them. "You did what?! You've ruined us! How could you do this?" Davy seethed.

"Cool it, Davy," Mike interjected. "I'm sure Peter didn't mean anything by it. We all wish for things sometimes and don't ever expect it to come true. We will come up with something to fix this."

"I don't know why you're so upset Davy. Aren't you enjoying the weather up there?" teased Micky.

Davy took a swing a Micky and he ducked out of the way causing Davy to fall to the floor. "I better watch out. I think Davy's temper in Peter's stronger body could be lethal."

Davy got up and stormed back towards his room.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked.

"I'm going to try and sleep. See if I wake up and this is over or a nightmare. Peter, you better have something figured out for this by time I wake back up or there will be hell to pay."

Peter gulped. How could he fix this when he didn't even know how it happened?