Mike's father was at work, his sister was at kindergarten, and his mother was in the living room around 3 PM, when Micky came knocking at the Nesmiths' door a second time that day.

Rebecca answered the door again. "Oh hello Micky," she said cheerily.

"Hi Mrs. Nesmith. May I come in? I have Mike's English assignment."

"Of course! How thoughtful of you."

Mike groaned and put a pillow over his head.

This couldn't be happening.

No no no no no.

Mike heard movement in the hallway and somebody knocked on his door.

"May I come in?" Micky asked.

Mike ignored him.

Micky stood outside the door, unsure of what to do. Finally, after going several minutes without an answer, he slowly twisted the doorknob. "Mike?" he asked softly.

"Go away."

Micky stood in the doorway, holding a flimsy piece of paper that must've been the new assignment. He looked at Mike with wide brown eyes.

"Did you read it?" he asked. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet.

"Yeah," Mike spat. "And I want you to get out."

Micky looked up in alarm. "Mike—"

"You're an abomination. I want you out. Now."

Tears filled Micky's eyes. "Mike—"

"Get out!"

"But I like you, Mike."

The number of times Micky Dolenz has interacted with me on Twitter pains me

Yet he still doesn't follow me

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