Petite Michel

2

Mike's eyes opened and he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps running down the stairs. He held his breath and tried to remain as still as possible, wanting to stay hidden as long as absolutely possible.

"Remind me to remind Mike to do laundry," Micky's voice said with a laugh.

"I can go later, you know," Davy explained.

"You just wanna go to see April," Micky said with a grin.

"What? And you don't?"

"We can go later," Peter said. "We can go tell Mike."

Peter turned and started to make his way toward the stairs, only to be stopped by the other two.

"Woah woah, where are you going?" Micky asked.

"Upstairs?"

"Mike's not up there," Davy said.

"Oh..." Peter frowned. "Where would he be, then?"

Right here, Mike wanted to say, but refrained.

"I thought I heard him shower," Micky shrugged. "He probably just went on a walk or something."

"You heard something in the night?" Davy asked, amused. Micky was one of the heaviest sleepers in the world. Micky smirked.

"The water woke me up, then I went back to sleep," Micky said, as if it was obvious.

"Oh, of course," Davy said, a slight laugh in his voice.

"Well, let's wait until he's back to do laundry, then," Peter said, returning downstairs. "I think it's your turn, Micky."

"Oh, come on," Micky sighed. "Mike does everything, regardless of whose turn it is. I think he just likes work."

I only do everything because the rest of you can't.

"Hey," Davy's voice said, becoming louder as he came closer to Mike. "When was the last time we washed Mike's hat?"

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

"I don't know," Peter said with a shrug.

"Too long though," Micky said. "Might as well throw it in the pile."

Mike curled himself more into a ball, hoping it would make him invisible right then. Sadly, it did not. He could feel his face get hot as the hat was removed off of him. He was met face to face with a giant Davy. Davy's eyes went huge and Mike tried to hold himself from screaming at how much bigger Davy was compared to him. As calmly as he could, Mike made it to his feet, already knowing he wasn't much taller standing. He walked toward Davy and held out his tiny hand.

"May I have my hat back, please?"

"Mike?!" Davy asked in disbelief. "I...what? How? You...? What happened?"

Mike didn't answer him. Instead, he went over to Davy and stood on the Brit's legs to try and reach his hat. He still couldn't.

Suddenly a new pair of footsteps came toward them. Mike didn't pay much attention to them until a voice came with them.

"Mike?" Micky asked, his eyes going wide. "Is that you?"

Before Mike could respond, Micky scooped him up in his hands and ran him to the couch. The whole time, Mike was screaming, fearing that at any minute he could fly out of Micky's hands and fall.

Micky sat down on the couch, holding Mike close to his face.

"Well, hey, there, Tiny," Micky said grinning. "What happened to you?"

Mike groaned and closed his eyes, feeling sick.

"Put him down," a voice ordered.

"Peter, I was only playing," Micky explained with a pout.

"Still," Peter said with a sigh, him and Davy walking toward the couch. "It's not nice."

Micky sighed and set Mike down on the couch cushion. He was still feeling disoriented and dizzy from the ride and had to lean against the armrest to stay standing.

Davy was still holding Mike's hat and when he got close enough, Mike wasted no time in snatching it back.

"Thank you," he said, hiding himself back underneath it.

Almost as quickly as he got under it, the hat was pulled back off of him. Before he could take it back, Peter took it and set the hat down on the ground beside him. Mike was terrified.

"Hi, Michael," Peter said, as softly as he could.

Mike looked at him and nodded slightly, not knowing what else to do.

"It's okay," Peter said with a smile. "We're not going to hurt you or anything like that. I promise."

"Okay," Mike was finally able to choke out, looking at each of the giant faces around him. Even sitting, he had to hold his head back as far as it could go to even see their faces.

"We're gonna get you out of this," Davy said, looking at Micky.

"Yeah," Micky nodded. "Or we'll kill ourselves trying."

Mike nodded and looked down, unsure of what to say.

"It's gonna be okay, Mike," Peter said with a smile, pulling his small friend into a one armed hug. "You'll be okay."