Victim Of Love

Shades Of Gray

Micky scrambled to his feet but stopped suddenly at the doorway. "Where's Mike and Davy's room?"

Peter smiled and sighed, giving Micky their room number. And in a flash, Micky was gone. He waved some of the smoke out of the door just to clear the room before shutting it again.

Micky slowed to just a frantic walk. He drummed his fingers against his thighs as he dragged his eyes over each door. Finally, he found the one he was looking for. He knocked softly.

"Ello "

Micky wasn't sure if Davy's accent wasn't actually as strong as he'd heard it. "Is Mike here?"

Davy shook his head, "no surprisingly, he's gone off somewhere."

Micky, never being the most patient person in the world, just went with the fastest option. "Well could you tell Mike I have to cancel tonight. I have a date."

Davy shrugged. "Sure."

Micky smiled kindly, satisfied. "Thanks!" He said shortly and was off again.
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Mike had gone back to his room to find it empty, he hoped it to stay that way but that hope was squashed when in popped Davy, no less cheery. "Hey Dave." Mike greeted passively.

"Mike." Davy smiled but as he saw Mike, he clicked his fingers. "Before I forget, that Micky guy came round. He had to cancel tonight cause he's got a date."

Mikes fingers dropped slightly from the neck of his guitar. "Oh, alright..."

"You wanna go out then?" Davy took the chance to ask him the same question he always asked the Texan. But Mike shook his head. "Ok. I'm off again." Davy shrugged, leaving the room as breezily as he'd come in.

Mike continued fiddling with his guitar, fingers producing a random tune before he reminded himself of the mess on his floor.

He climbed off his bed, instrument set to the side. He kneeled, in prime proposal position. His long fingers went about putting away the 45's he'd thought Micky might like. He slid them back into the slots of the case Phyllis had bought him.
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Samantha had agreed to go out for drinks and Micky was a little excited at the idea of getting some action tonight. The bar was his favorite one and he didn't even have to tell her, she just picked it on her own. He didn't have any shyness about the night, though Samantha seemed a little bashful.

"So I study textile and dress design. What about you?"

Micky took a sip of his drink. "I'm undecided currently."

Samantha tilted her head to the side. "You don't have any idea?"

Micky gritted his teeth but hide it well. "Nah. I figure I'll decide later. Just enjoying that College is the only time it'll be acceptable for me to be poor and drunk."

Samantha's face flashed something Micky interpreted as judgement before she smiled and chuckled. "Cheers to that."

Micky clinked their glasses and gladly finished off another drink.
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Mike stared at his smudged reflection on the white counter at the diner until a damp rag swiped across it and wiped the spot clean. He traced up the arm to meet Phyllis's eyes. "You're suppose to be off today. Miss this place that much?" She chuckled with a tilt of her hip.

"Nah, just you." Mike smiled sweetly as she blushed. She moved on to the next smudged spot on the counter.

"How's school?" She asked and Mike shrugged.