"Millie loud." Mike said.

"What was that Mike?" Micky asked as he led Mike to the kitchen table.

"Milk?" Mike asked, then rubbed his temple whimpering.

"Yeah bud, I'll get you some milk." Micky smiled as he went and grabbed a cup and the milk from the fridge as well as a pill bottle.

"Here's your milk," Micky said, "and an aspirin." He said.

"Millie loud." Mike said as he took the pill and milk.

"Yeah," Davy said "She is loud, but she means well."

"Peter?" Mike asked, looking around for the blond.

"He'll be back soon Mike, now take your aspirin." Mike looked at the pill, but took it.

"Down the hatch." He said "Work, work, work." He sighed.

"What was that Mike?" Davy asked.

"I always work. I do everything. No help from anyone."

"Hey, we'll help now." Micky said.

"NO!" Mike said "Me! I do it."

"Oh, do you want to do it all?" Micky asked with a frown. Mike didn't answer the question.

"Scared…" he whispered, taking a sip from his cup.

"What're you scared of?" Micky asked gently, going over to him.

"Millie…loud…loud…" he muttered, nervously fidgeting in his seat.

"Hey, but it'll be alright," Micky smiled. "We could tell her to be quiet if she freaks you out. And she's nice, I'm sure she'll understand."

Mike looked at him, not believing it.

"You're gonna be just fine, Mike," Micky smiled, bringing him into a hug. "I'll be right there with you, okay?"

"Okay…" Mike whispered, pulling away from it.

Peter came through the door and was almost instantly attacked with a hug from Mike.

"Hi, Mike," he laughed, smiling. "Can you let me in please." Mike pulled away, only to hug him back when he was now in the house.

"I missed you!" He said, burying his face in Peter's shoulder.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I had to go." Peter said, looking up at Micky and Davy.

"They're talking with her now. Just making sure she knows what's happening and that the house is safe." He told them, rubbing his hand on Mike's back.

"Okay," Micky said with a nod. "Thank you."

"Of course," Peter smiled as Mike held onto him tighter.

"Don't leave…" he whispered.

"I'm not gonna leave you," Peter said gently. "None of us are."

"Everybody leaves. It's just the way my life goes." Mike said.

"Mike, I don't know what happened in your past to think that, but I swear, it's not true with us, " Davy said, going over to Mike.

"Prove it," Mike said, turning to look at him.

"Well," Davy said "we're here with you now right?"

"No," Mike said "not here….gone. Bye byeeeee! Good bye, good bye good bye." Mike said, pulling away from the hug and sinking onto the floor, curling himself into a ball.

"Mike," Micky sighed, going over to him and nudging his shoulder.

"I'm not listening to you!" Mike declared, putting his hands over his ears.

"Mike come on," Davy sighed "why are you acting like this?"

"He can't help it, Davy," Peter said, frowning at him.

"I know that," Davy said, "but does he have to bounce around to different subjects?"

"I like subjects." Mike said "History was fun, but I skipped math. Shhhh don't tell the teachers…."

"Okay, Mike," Peter said, getting onto his knees to face him. "We won't tell."

"Your secret's safe with us," Micky said.

"Hmm, no," Mike smiled.

"No?" Micky frowned. "What do you mean 'no?'"

"No!" Mike repeated, giggling.

"Is that your favorite word now?" Peter asked.

"Love." Mike said smiling.

"You love no?" Peter asked, confused. Mike nodded, giggling. A knock on the door made Mike jump and cling onto Micky.

"Go 'way!" He yelled at the door.

"It's okay, Mike," Micky whispered, wrapping his arms around him.

"I'll get it!" Davy said and walked over to answer it. He went over and opened the door. There was Stephen and Christopher.

"Hi." Christopher said, smiling.

"LEAVE!" Mike yelled from where he was next to Micky.

"Mike, it's okay," Micky sighed. He looked up at both of them. "What is it?" He asked, Mike only clung onto him tighter.

"Make them leave," he ordered.

"In a second," Micky said softly. "It's gonna be okay."

"Ms. Rudnick's house seemed suitable for the night and she said 'send those boys over at once I have sweaters for them all.'" Stephen said.

"Aww," Micky smiled. "You hear that, Mike? We're gonna go over to Millie's and she'll have presents for us."

"Presents?" Mike lit up and grinned.

"Yeah." Davy said.

"Present for her?" Mike asked as he walked over and picked up Peter's banjo.

"We can bring her something," Micky said, taking the banjo from his hands. "But this is Peter's, not yours."

"If he wants to bring it to play a song for her, I wouldn't mind," Peter said with a smile. "You'd have to bring it back, though."

"Present." Mike said happily as he put it down and picked up his own guitar and played a bluesy lick on it. Micky smiled and grabbed their bags.

"Alright, Mike. Are you ready to go?"

Mike looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Go…?"

"Yes, to Millie's. We'll be back here tomorrow, okay?"

Mike looked around the pad, contemplating before eventually turning back to Micky and nodding.

"Okay."

Micky smiled and patted him on the back.

"There ya go," Mike smiled, embarrassed.

"Bring present?" Mike asked, holding onto his guitar.

"Yeah Mike," Micky smiled. "We'll bring that." Mike smiled.v

"Go now?" He asked.

"Yep, come on." Davy said.

"Bye bye." Mike said, waving at Davy as he made his way to the door.

"Bye Mike," Davy smiled slightly as he waved.

"Bye bye," Mike said again as he and Micky finally made their way outside.

"Cold," Mike shivered, holding onto his guitar as if it would warm him up.

"Want me to get you a coat?" Micky offered.

"No," Mike said with a grin and Micky let out a sigh.

"I'm going to get my coat."

"Heater?" Mike asked hopefully.

"No Mike, Peters not coming," Micky said "but I'll get your coat okay."

Micky walked past him and Mike frowned, grabbing his hand as he began to walk away.

"Don't leave me here…" he whispered.

"You can come in with me if you want to," Micky offered. "I'm just gonna get you a coat."

"Don't need it," Mike said, shivering. "Need you." Micky smiled.

"Well," he said as he rubbed Mike's arm trying to bring him some comfort "I need my coat so I'll be right back. Sorry." He added to Stephen and Christopher.

"It's okay." Stephen smiled. Micky quickly nipped inside and soon returned with Mike's jean jacket and his windbreaker.

"MICKY!" Mike grinned and ran over to him.

"Hey, Mike, I'm back," he said with a smile. "Here, this'll keep you warm."

He handed Mike the jean jacket, took it and studied it curiously. Mike smiled and fumbled with it for a moment before he successfully got it on.

"It fits!" He declared happily and Micky let out a laugh.

"Yeah, it does. You ready to go now?"

"Away. Bye bye!" Mike said waving goodbye as he and Micky walked away from the pad.

"Bye bye evil house!"

"Mike, the house isn't evil." Micky said rolling his eyes. Mike giggled and put his head on Micky's shoulder.

"Sleepy," He said as he closed his eyes "and head hurts."

"I'm sorry, Mike," Micky sighed. "You can rest when we get to Millie's house, okay?"

"Okay," Mike yawned and nodded.

"Come on," Micky said, wrapping his arm around him and walking there. Once they got up to the doorstep, Mike turned around and started walking back where they came.

"Mike, what're you doing?" Micky asked, chasing him and turning him back around.

"What if I mess up?" Mike asked in a whisper. "What if Millie doesn't like?"

"Michael," Micky sighed. "It's gonna be okay. Obviously she likes you enough to invite us over and say she has presents–"

"Presents?!" Mike beamed.

"Yeah," Micky smiled. "Now, are you ready to go in?"

Mike nodded happily and Micky knocked on the door, keeping his other arm around Mike. The door opened almost immediately as Millie appeared.