Mary, Mary

Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow ya,
I'd rather die than to live without ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

Mary, Mary, tell me truly.
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn't mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

What more, Mary, can I do
To prove my love is truly yours?
I've done more now than a clear-thinkin' man would do.

Mary, Mary, it's not over.
Where you go, I will follow.
Til I win your love again
And walk beside you,
But until then.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
[Repeat ad-lib]

"I still don't understand why you broke up with me."

"I gave you every reason I have just ten minutes ago."

"Great, great," said Micky sarcastically. "This is not gonna work if you don't tell me what's the matter."

"I see no point in being redundant. It's obvious that you never listened to me in the first place."

"No matter how much I listen to you, you're still not making any sense."

"You're the one without an ounce of sense!"

"I don't know what you're talking about! If you're not going to talk this out, I want you out of this house."

"Fine, I'll do that," said Gia. She got up and walked out the front door.

"No," muttered Micky after the door shut softly. "You weren't supposed to take me seriously. You were supposed to protest, and then we'd actually get to the heart of the matter—and get to find out whether or not it was really something we could work out. You aren't allowed to just walk out." With a sigh, Micky got up and walked out the back door. He was planning on taking a walk to calm down.

Once his shoes hit the sand, Micky knew exactly what he was going to do. First he took off his shoes, and added them to the pile made by Peter and Autumn's shoes. Peter and Autumn were standing close enough to the ocean that the surf would usually lap around their ankles whenever a wave broke. The ocean was also unusually choppy that night.

Because they sometimes liked to do mindless and pointless things, Autumn and Peter were softly counting—stars, waves, clouds, whatever.

Autumn stopped counting spots on the moon and sighed. "That's just a little to mind-numbing. Let's do something else."

"Like what?" asked Peter.

"Oh, I could think of a few good things." She smiled up at him mischievously. Peter leaned down to kiss her, but just before their lips met, some unseen force deprived them of their balance, and they fell into the next wave.

Autumn sat up as quickly as she could. The first thing she did was shiver. "That water's colder than it feels," she said through chattering teeth.

Peter nodded his agreement as he, too, sat up.

"I can't believe you two did that to me."

"Micky?" Autumn looked up at the person who spoke. It had to be Micky, but it was difficult to tell from the backlighting of the bay window of the house.

"How could you do that to me? And you didn't even ask if I wanted to get back together with her until five minutes before she got there."

"Is it our fault now?" asked Peter. Autumn had expected him to say something along those lines, but not with that sardonic tone. Not that she minded—Micky needed to be treated like that. Trying to lay the blame on them—imagine!

"Breaking up isn't, but that fiasco when she came in still is."

"I take it that you and Gia didn't work things out after we left," observed Autumn coldly. "Told you so, Mick. Told you so."

Micky hung his head. She was right . . . was she always right? It seemed that way. Micky turned and started to trudge back to the pad.

"Micky?" Autumn called from behind him. Micky stopped and turned around. "Cheer up. Why don't you come have dinner with Peter and me tomorrow night?"

"Where?"

"The hotel dining room—it's really nice."

"Will Gia be there?"

"Probably, but we'll stick around after she leaves and eat with you."

Micky smiled. "Thanks, guys, for trying to cheer me up."

"You're coming, aren't you?"

"Sure I'll come. It'll be fun, right?"

"As fun as humanly possible."

Mary, Mary Part Two