"Micky? Micky!"

"Huh?" Micky looked up. He and Peter were eating lunch in the school courtyard, but he must've been daydreaming.

"Are you okay man? You've been out of it for the past five minutes." Peter was crouched in front of him and looking at him with wide, concerned eyes.

"Oh...yeah, sorry. Just thinking."

"About your dad?" Peter asked gently.

Micky looked down and shook his head.

"What then? Is it about the rumors?"

Micky snapped his head up. "What rumors?"

"You don't know?" The look of confusion on Micky's face was enough to answer Peter's question, and he sighed.

"I shouldn't have brought it up."

"What rumors, Peter?"

"There are rumors that...you and Michael Nesmith are sleeping around."