Look Out, Here Comes Tomorrow

Chapter One: A Little Odd

Mike stood in front of the mirror; locked in eye contact with himself. He frowned, running a hand through his dark hair. Ugly, he decided. He was ugly and funny looking and too tall and too skinny. He sighed, frustrated. There was a reason that he never got as many girls as the other members of the band, he told himself. Didn't look as if he was ever going to get himself a girl at all at this rate.

Sometimes he envied Davy, you know? He couldn't help it. Goddamn, sometimes he even envied Micky and Peter, who seemed to be joint second in the hierarchy of who the girls loved the most. He'd do anything just to switch places with one of them and just be, well, better looking for one night.

"Michael?" a familiar voice sounded behind him, and as Mike was drawn back to reality he noticed a blonde boy had come into view in the mirror, behind him. Mike spun around, kind of happy to see someone else but himself.

"Yes, Pete?" He replied, looking Peter up and down, searching for what he wanted.

"Michael, could you tie my tie?" Peter asked, looking up at Mike, smiling. He looked kind of cute standing there, all long blonde hair and dimples, his tie untied around his neck.

"Sure I can," Mike smiled back at the bassist, reaching out to tie the tie. Peter was a year or so older than he was, but he acted so much younger. He was dumb as anything, liable to doing something idiotic at any moment, but he was a groovy bass player and one of the kindest people you'd ever meet, so Mike had always taken him under his wing, "You ought to learn how to do this yourself, you know."

"I know," Peter nodded, "But I like it when you do it, Michael."

"D'aww, well that's mighty sweet of you, Pete, but I can't do it for you forever."

This had much more of an effect on Peter than Mike had intended, and he watched the boy's face twist into some sort of clumsy pout, his fists clenching. Anyone who knew Peter could tell he was really upset from a reaction like this, even though it was quite comical, really. Mike couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, don't you worry about that," he nodded, hands moving back to Peter's tie to straighten it a little, "There we go, see? I did it for you this time."

Peter brightened up a little more at this, a silly grin making a return to his face. Peter always did seem to want Mike to baby him. It was a little odd, a grown man acting that way, but actually, now Mike thought about it, Peter was a little odd in general. Mike laughed a little bit to himself at that.

"Right, well, have you got your bass?" Mike spoke up, "We ought to be gettin' on stage right about now. Let's find Davy and Micky."

Peter nodded, and lead the way out the dressing room door.