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Davy cleared his throat trying to get Peters attention as his mind seemed to be elsewhere. Fine! Dont talk to me! Davy said as he began to dramatically storm toward the food court of the mall. What? Err . . .hmm? Did you say something Davy? Peter asked, it was as if a light switch had been flicked on in his head. Yeah, I was asking how things were. Davy replied turning his attention back to his friend. Fine. Peter answered in a not so convincing manner. Fine, huh? You dont seem fine? Is something on your mind? It seems like youve been on another planet lately. Davy pushed "Although not that he doesnt look like hes off in outer space on a daily basis . . ." Davy chuckled at the commentary in his head.

Nah . . . its nothing really. Peter said as he brushed a golden strand out of his face and replaced his arms at their resting place folded across his chest. Really? Davy asked not believing him for a minute as he turned and headed for the food court. Davy? David? Hey! Wait up! Peter shouted as he chased after Davy. Davy had taken a seat at one of the many tables that were there. The table was intended for four but Davy sat down anyway, near a table full of good looking birds. The table hadnt been completely cleaned off from the last occupants as there was a stray napkin, straw wrapper, and the daily newspaper just tossed aside since the previous owner had finished reading it and didnt want it any longer, but was too lazy to dispose of it as well as the other 'belongings' properly.

Peter came jogging over to Davy, he had caved as he slumped down on one of the chairs across from his band mate. Well . . . theres been something . . . Peter began. Ah! Something! I knew it! Davy exclaimed in excitement, Well, come on, out with it! Davy shouted as he was always one for gossip. Okay . . . Peter took a breath. You remember Cassandra? You know, the girl I was seeing? Peter started. Mmm . . . yeah . . . right. It took Davy a moment to recall. What about her? I thought you liked her and you were getting along great! Davy continued. Yeah, I like her fine. Actually I like her quite a bit. But, ya see . . . Davy leaned in closer as Peter got to the bottom of it. She hasnt called me recently and I dont know what to do! I leave messages, but nothing! What if she doesnt like me anymore? What if she found someone else? What did I do to cause this? What did I do to deserve this?! Ill change! Ill become a better person! Why Cassandra? Why?! Oh, I miss her so! Peter began to ramble on as he got himself worked up as he thought about all the possibilities and began to sob into his hands. Petah, Petah! Relax! Get a grip man! Davy then slapped the whimpering blonde across the face, which caused the ladies across the way to stop giggling and look in horror at Davy who just shrugged. With that Peter immediately snapped out of it. Look, she doesnt ate you. Davy started sternly as he passed his friend a napkin that he found on another table. No? Peter sniffed as he wiped his eyes and calmed down. No. Davy began as he placed a caring hand on his friends shoulder, this time causing the girls to look up at him in approval. And dont you remember she said she was away visiting her family in New York for Thanksgiving? Davy explained as he was able to remember what his buddy had told him, but seems had slipped his mind and Davy had to remind him. Oh yeah! Peter exclaimed as his memory was jogged and he perked right up. Geez did that mad scientist we encountered last week mess with your brain? Davy asked, with concern. What?! was Peters nervous reply. No, nothing, nothing. Never mind. Its nothing, onestly. Davy patted his friend on the leg as he got up. Seems the girls had overheard Davys comments and giggled at the mad scientist comment and were disappointed to see that he was leaving.

Peter had grabbed Davy as soon as Davy got up and gave him a huge bear hug! Thank you David! I needed that! What would I do without a friend like you? Ah . . . youre welcome . . . now . . . would . . . ya be . . . so . . . kind as to .. . GET OFFA ME! Im . . . chocking here! Davy chocked as he tried escaping the vice grip of his pal. The young ladies continued to giggle at the soap opera unfolding right before their eyes. Oh! Sorry. Peter replied as he immediately let Davy go. Thank you. Davy dusted himself off as he looked down at his watch. Oh my! Would ya look at the time! I gotta be off! Davy said as he pushed his chair in and began to rush off. What? Where are you going Davy? Peter asked confused as he gave his friend a sideways, curious puppy dog, glance. Oh Im eading out to see if I can find a job for the olidays. Im 'oping to buy me girl a nice Christmas gift! Davy said causing the near by on lookers to give a unified heartbroken sigh as they found out Davy wasnt avalible, just as they were mustering up the courage to attempt to make their moves. They all slumped in their chairs as they focused their attention back to their previous conversation. Now if youll excuse me . . . Ooh! Can I come? Can I come too? I wanna go! Peter said as he jumped up and down. No, fraid not. I dont need anymore competition, if ya dont mind. Ere! Ave a look through this. Davy shoved the days paper at his friend and with that he left as Peter sat back down and looked puzzled at the paper and soon was distracted by the comics.



At around the same time as Mike attempting to peddle his shoe shine and Peter and Davy's little conversation. Micky was wandering through the mall as well, what he was up to, no one really could be sure. He had told the others that he was going to do some Christmas shopping but he had been awfully secretive about it. Now. Where the heck is it again? Micky asked himself as he stopped and found the mall directory.