After a while, Mike and Davy put both guitars down. "Thanks for joining me Mike. I was getting bored playing random stuff." Davy said with a laugh.
"No problem bud. You seemed lonely." Mike said with sarcasm as he tried to hide his snicker.
"Oh sure. I was lonely with Petah and Micky in the same room as me. That makes a whole lot of sense."
"I know it does. That's why I said it." He once again said with sarcasm.
"Oh will you stop with the sarcastic comments?"
"Nah. Can't do that."
"Alright. But cut it to a minimum will ya? Sometimes, I don't know when you're kidding."
Mike nodded as he stood up and walked back over to the couch. "You boys were great. Be sure to do that again pretty soon."
"You liked it?"
"Of course I did. I've never heard the acoustic version to those songs."
"You can count on it. We do it occasionally. When we're bored that is."
"How often is occasionally?"
"Well, about every few days."
"That's way often than occasionally. Don't you think?"
"Yeah. I guess you're right." He gave her a smile.
Shaun laid her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her. "Of course I am. I'm always right."
Mike froze, then he turned his head to face her. "Its been a while since I heard you say that."
"I know. Its way overdue."
"So it is."
"Hey, I'm gonna go to my room. You don't mind do ya?" She said as her hand laid on his chest.
"No. I don't mind. But it doesn't mean I won't come and check up on you. And it doesn't mean I won't miss you."
"Alright. Well, I guess I'll miss you too."
"Guess?! You guess?" Mike asked jokingly.
"Alright. Alright. I'll miss you." She stood up and walked to her bedroom while Mike managed to lay down on the couch with his head on the armrest of it as he picked up a comic book and began reading it.
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He had several comic books piled in a neat stack right next to him so he could read them without stopping. Or, at least, he was going to try. Mike once again was fighting off the urge to pass out on the couch. He didn't want to go upstairs, not to mention, it was too early to go to bed. Well, it as too early for him at least.
Too late! He's out like a light with the comic book laying opened over his chest with both hands on it. It looked like he was sleeping peacefully. No one even knew he was asleep, until they heard snoring. Micky shot his head up from his magazine.
