Peter looked at Davy sleeping on the couch. His hair was [somehow] still neat, but he looked really tired, and had dark bags under his eyes. Peter decided not to wake him up.

He was walking to the kitchen table when he noticed there was vomit by the sofa which Davy was sleeping on. 'Wow, I guess we did eat a lot at the Southside Branch, Davy must've been sick', he thought, feeling sorry for the percussion player. He poured himself some cornflakes and decided to have breakfast first, then wake up Micky to help him clean up the vomit.

Once he finished breakfast, he went up to the bedroom to see if Micky was there or not. Peter found him sprawled across his bed, snoring loudly.

"Micky, hey Micky, wake up man," Peter shook his shoulder. Micky grunted and pulled the duvet over his head.

"Micky, WAKE UP!!!" Peter yelled at him, shaking both his shoulders.

"I don't wanna wake up, let me sleep," Micky whined, planting his face on his pillow.

"If I let you do that, you'd sleep all day," Peter reasoned. Micky still wouldn't respond, so Peter tickled his tummy. Micky giggled and uncontrollably fell off his bed.

"What'd you do that for?" Micky groaned, folding his arms and glaring at Peter like a sulky kid.

"It was the only way to get you up!" Peter replied honestly "Can you come and help me clean up this vomit on the floor. Davy must've been sick last night."

"No, it was me," Micky corrected as he slid down the stair banister "So, don't worry, I'll clean it myself".

Micky did that as Peter poured orange juice into Micky's cornflakes.When Micky finished, he ate his cornflakes, barely stopping to breath.

"Thanks Pete." He said once he'd finished. He was interrupted when Davy woke up.

"Mornin' Davy!" Peter and Micky chirped at him

"Morning fellas." Davy yawned, made his way to the breakfast table, and poured himself some cereal. Suddenly, he remembered last night.

"Micky, how are you feeling? Do I need to clean up the sick?" Davy panicked and looked anxiously at the sofa. Then he looked confused when he saw it was clean.

"Dave, I'm fine, and I cleaned it up." Micky said.

"Oh. Thanks. I'm glad you're better." Davy smiled gratefully.

"Is Mike coming back today?" Peter asked hopefully.

"He will tonight, but we'll be asleep, and we'll see him in the morning." Davy informed Peter, who looked disappointed.

Davy thought he saw Micky whisper something in Peter's ear. He thought it must've been a joke, as Peter smiled.

"What is it?" He asked Micky.

"Oh, it's nothing." He replied mysteriously. Davy put it down to Micky just being weird, and left it at that.

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