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They had been arguing for nearly twenty minutes now, with no sign of it ending anytime soon. Their roommates had been driven from the house by the force of it; to any but the two doing the fighting, it seemed to be just a round of petty bickering that didn’t involve anyone else, while coming off as slightly overly aggressive. Also, by dint of its repetitiveness, the argument had lost all of its entertainment value.
“I’m doing what’s in the best interests of this group!” Mike, in the most calm, collected fashion he could manage at this point, attempted to reason with his bandmate. Mike was honestly so accustomed to the 'dad' role within their collective that it was almost his default setting, and that may have clouded his judgement a bit. He was, at this point, starting to lose patience here, and was fairly close to actually losing his temper with the little jerk.
“But you have no right to make decisions that concern any of us without our input!” Davy’s customary charm and charisma were put aside in favor of a scrappy, street-smart variety of righteous irritation. It might have been easy to assume that he didn’t care about anything but chasing girls and having a good time, if one didn’t know him well (many people had misjudged him). Thus, it might have been easy to underestimate his capacity for trying to right a perceived wrong (not to mention his will and ability to kick serious butt).
“Davy, look, I know what we're dealing with here, and I know what needs to be done. By the time I’d actually managed to sit everyone down and have an actual meeting, who knows what mighta gone down?” Mike stuck to his guns, but anyone who knew him would've been completely unsurprised by this. He was notorious for his bullishness whenever he felt that he was in the right.
Davy, though nearly a foot shorter than his sparring partner, had no trepidation about stepping into Mike’s space. He could easily match Mike with a quick temper and wit. Davy glared up at him defiantly and quietly intoned, “You may think you know everything, but we don't The rest of us are equally entitled to involvement in decision-making when it comes to this band.”
Mike, feeling a mix of anger at Davy’s attitude and guilt because Davy made a good point, mustered every ounce of self-control he had (in order to not knock the angry little shrimp across the room). In an attempt to gain control of the situation (and because he was honestly just all up in his feelings at this point) he stepped forward, locking into a staring contest with the smaller man.
“Now, look here, shotgun, it’s already a done deal, and if you don’t like it,” Mike growled defensively, “then you know where to find the door.”
Everything that followed happened so quickly that Mike could only react without the luxury of strategy. Davy lost his temper and flew at Mike, who reacted by pinning his arms down and shoving him against a living room wall, holding him there with all the strength he could muster. (It was a notably Herculean effort, as Davy was a great deal stronger than he appeared.) It was at some point in this impasse, when Davy struggled violently against Mike (and thus caused him to further tighten his grip), that they found themselves kissing each other angrily and desperately.
This carried on for a few minutes. The anger dissipated; their embrace became passionate and tentatively curious. Mike let his hands slip through Davy's soft, satiny hair; Davy stroked the side of Mike’s face with one hand while playing with his tie with the other.
The kiss finally broke of its own accord, leaving its participants sneaking awkward glances at each other. Both were actually thinking along the same lines now- that was extremely unexpected, and neither was sure what to think or feel.
After a few awkwardly charged, confused moments, Davy finally started to retreat to his and Peter’s shared room. He turned back to Mike, his face creased with worry.
“Mike?”
Mike looked across the room at him. “Yeah?”
“We’re okay, then?”
Mike, quietly overcome with sympathy for the boy, shot him a weak smile.
“Yeah, we’re okay.” He paused, while Davy stared at him expectantly. “Look, man, I’m sorry. You're right, I should've actually talked to y'all about the situation before making a decision.”
David smiled ruefully. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you like that. I'm sorry." He paused to gather his thoughts. "I believe your intentions are good, and I do trust your judgement."
They left it at that, at least for the time being. Mike planned to call a house meeting as soon as it was feasible. Neither one was sure if they wanted to give further thought to what had just happened- that was a lot to unpack.