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Mary, Mary

Part Six: Mary, Mary, it's not over.


"Puh-leeeeeeeease?!"

"Please what?"

"Oh, yeah. Would you guys scram for the evening?"

"Why?"

"Rachel's coming over."

"Oh, okay, we'll get outta here."

Just then—"Hark! I hear a knock on yon door!"

"Isn't that Davy's line?"

"Usually, but I wanted it this time."

"Well, hey, to each his own."

"Anyway, someone should get the door."

"Too late," announced a familiar voice from the doorway.

"Hi Olivia. Looks like you've already made yourself at home."

Autumn walked in the still-open door. "Hey guys, how goes it?"

"Back out the door," said Micky, trying to push Autumn and Olivia out the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop the car—what's up with you, Mick?"

"He's got a date tonight."

"With Rachel."

"Here."

"Oh, well, we'll leave. C'mon, guys, let's leave Micky to his preparations." Olivia, Mike and Peter followed Autumn out the front door.

"Great—the house to myself. Now, I need some food for dinner. . . ."

Before Micky had his full bearings, he found that he was ready, and Rachel was at the door.

"Hi, Rachel. You look great!" Rachel did. She had on a light blue dress, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with loose tendrils in front of her ears.

"Hi Micky. You're looking pretty good yourself." And Micky did as well. You can protest all you want, but if you don't like a guy in tails, you've got more problems then I'd like to deal with.

Rachel was feeling a bit underdressed, but she relaxed when she saw what they were having for dinner—Chinese food—still boxed. But the candlelight was a nice touch.

Only ten minutes into the dinner, there was a knock at the door. Micky sighed and got up to answer it.

"Hey, Mick! Can we come in? It's really cold out here!"

Micky looked at his shivering friends and roommates. "Guys," he said as quietly as possible. "I'm kinda on a date."

"Sorry, but it's really cold, man, you gotta let us in!"

"Why is it so cold?"

"Someone turned on the air conditioner."

"Who?"

"I dunno . . . probably 'The Man'."

"Well, can you get 'The Man' to turn on the heat?"

"Good idea, Mick."

"Sure, anytime." Micky shut the door. "Sorry about that. My roommates, and some friends, were outside and they said it was cold."

"Oh, I see. So, Micky, how did you meet the other guys in the band?"

They were able to eat and hold an interesting conversation for ten more minutes before they were interrupted by the same method as before.

"What is it this time?" Micky demanded as he threw open the door. Lucky for him, he was right—it was Peter, Autumn, Mike and Olivia.

"It's too hot, man."

"Go play on the beach or something."

"We'd need swimsuits."

"Get your clothes wet . . . or—"

"What if the ocean gets too hot?"

"Then you'll be boiled in your own juices."

"Oh, okay. Have fun, Micky."

"Yeah, bye." Micky walked back to the table after closing the door. "It was them again—now it's too hot."

"Never satisfied, are they?"

"I guess not. So, where did you go to school?"

This time, they made it twenty minutes before being interrupted yet again—the telephone rang.

"Hello?" Micky asked impatiently.

"Micky?" Through the grief and tears, Micky could tell it was Gia. And she was going to beg him to come back. But he couldn't tell what he was going to do.


The sequel to Mary, Mary—Don't Call On Me Part One

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FanFic | FanFiction by Autumn Trenton