❝HIGH IN A ROOFTOP, SINGING A SONG.
choirs of angels all sing along. it's
late and i'm scared, so please, don't
be long. i'm still not sure where i
came from. feeling low.❞
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐟 (in which i...
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davy was kind of special.
not in the way that peter was special, or that mike was special.
no, he was in a class all his own.
he had these big brown eyes that could con the truth out of micky at any point of any day.
he was so small that micky wondered if he could break. he probably could, but davy'd never let it on.
davy had a personality that could make anyone fall in love with him (and it caused just that, every week, so it seemed).
he seemed to radiate sunshine, that little brit.
micky looked at davy and then himself. micky didn't figure he was special in any way, shape, or form. he was a mediocre drummer and he didn't like the sound of his singing voice. he was a horrible dancer and his eyes didn't twinkle like davy's.
nevertheless, davy was always there with an encouraging grin during a performance or a giggle after one of micky's jokes.
it seemed that, whenever davy was around, micky felt like he was invincible.
maybe, when davy was around, he was.
davy was the kind of special that made anyone believe that they were special too.
— end.
wowsers this was kind of emo like damn all fake deep
