His first day at college and he'd already gotten beaten up by the gangster kids, he hurt all over and his lip was bleeding. Ian was sure that he'd broken a rib or something. Fuck. He hadn't even been doing shit at all. Yeah he was holding a huge fucking box walking around, how the fuck was he to know that some other guy was there? He could barely see around the box.

He took the stairs slowly, keeping to the railing in case anything happened. Thankfully his room was only on the second floor or he would have died climbing up the stairs. Panting Ian rested at the landing, fishing out the paper that directed him to his dorm 217.

His roommate was a boy by the name of Mickey Milkovich. Sounded decent enough. Maybe studious even but who knew. As he kicked the door open with his foot he heard rock music playing and the room smelt of smoke. Fuck. He thought as he peeked out from behind the box.

OH FUCK.

"You, carrot top," the dark haired boy said as he blew out a puff of smoke, "the fuck you doing here? One beating not enough for you?"

"This is my room you shit head," he answered as he put his box down on the empty bed across the room.

The boy whistled, looking his competition up and down, "I gotcha good didn't I? It'll teach you not to walk in my path," he said.

"Fuck you," Ian muttered as he unpacked his things, "How the fuck you expect me to see around this huge pile of shit?"

"Not my problem, you walk in my path I kick you to the curb. Don't mess with me," he said, a threat

"Whatever," Ian said he didn't need to deal with shit like him. He opened the window wide, making it known he hated that he smoked.

The dark haired boy merely raised his brow and continued smoking as if he weren't present. Ian packed away his stuff and then folded up the cardboard box. All the while he was aware of the delinquent watching him.

"Rule one, you can't cross the line in this room. You keep your stuff to your half and I keep to my half, y'hear?"

"What about the toilet huh? I got my stuff in there it's on your side," Ian answered as he sat on the bed across the other boy.

"Toilet's outta the question carrot top," he said as he leant back against the wall, "be glad I don't make you use the communal one."

"Don't expect me to thank you Mickey," Ian replied.

"The fuck you calling me Mickey huh?" he asked.

"Not your name fuck face?" Ian challenged.

"Fuck you," the boy growled and throwing the cigarette away he launched himself at him, tackling him down in bed. He was strong and his punches hit home. Ian fought back, punching him as well and when he got a clean break he kneed him and sent the black haired boy curling in on himself as he caught his breath. "Fuck…" he rasped as he rolled off him, sitting on the floor. Ian lay back on his bed, coughing as he swiped the blood from his lip.

The black haired boy leant back against his bed, head tilted up, eyes closed. He stuck out his hand, "Mickey Milkovich you fucking carrot top," he said as a form of introduction.

Ian laughed shaking his head and then reached a hand over, cringing slightly as he moved, his body still hurting, "Ian Gallagher, fuck face," he rasped.

"Least you ain't the fag I thought you to be," Mickey muttered as he opened his eyes, those were just as dark as his hair.

Ian gave him a wry smile, "Fags can fight too fuck face, I joined the J-ROTC. I know how to shoot a gun."

"Just because you learnt how to shoot a gun don't mean you know how to shoot properly," Mickey said.

"You challenging me?" Ian asked as he shifted to the edge of the bed and staggered to his feet going to the bathroom to assess his damage.

"Yeah, they got a shooting range here. Real guns, real bullets. You game?"

"You can't just go in there and start shooting around," Ian said as he looked at himself in the mirror, the already forming bruise on his chin and around his eye was beginning to hurt.

"Don't be a pussy," Mickey said as he came up behind him roughly grabbed his waist and ground himself against his ass. Ian swallowed, a shudder coursing through him at the delinquent's contact.

"What the fuck Mickey," he muttered storming past the dark haired boy as he flopped in bed, "I'm not going to get in trouble with you okay? So just go away," he said turning on his side, back to the other. Fuck he was already getting hard down there. Oh god.

"Fine, you better leave the window open tonight so I can climb in ya hear?" Mickey said and tossed a pillow at him as if that was going to make him listen, he thought.

"Whatever," Ian said hiding his face in the pillow as he heard Mickey leaving the room.

Ian heaved a sigh when the room was empty and then thought about other things before he could get a full-blown boner. It was kinda messed up really, getting aroused by the stupid delinquent that had beaten him up. Oh god, what was his body even thinking. He shook his head, threw the pillow back to Mickey's bed and then shut his eyes breathing deeply, he wouldn't do it, he wouldn't touch himself.

First night on campus and Mickey was glad that he'd gotten a second floor room; this meant he could sneak in and out at any given time. Fuck the school rules and fuck the curfews. He climbed the tree, hands and feet nimbly pulling himself up onto the branches and then he realised that the window was closed.

"Fucking carrot top," he muttered under his breath as he gingerly shifted across the thick branch trying to open the window. "Fuck!" he swore when the window didn't budge. "Ian!" he said as he banged on the window with his fist. He could see the redhead curled up in bed, whether he was sleeping or faking it he didn't know. "Ian fucking Gallagher!" he hissed banging harder on the window he saw the figure move, rolling out of bed and then he came over to the window.

Bleary eyed and still sleepy Ian looked at him from the other side of the glass, "Open the goddamn window Ian," Mickey growled as he jiggled the locked window, "I told you to leave it open already for fuck's sake."

"Troublesome," he heard Ian mutter and then he saw the other boy turn away and climb back into bed.

"What the fuck! Ian!" he called a little louder this time as his fist banged the window. "Open the goddamn window and let me in!"

"No…" he heard the redhead call from his bed, "serves you right for coming back late fuck face. You can spend the night in the tree."

"Fuck you!" Mickey growled as he rattled the window even more in anger.

"I suggest you don't make too much noise now, wouldn't want the guards finding out that you missed curfew," Ian said and then pulled the covers over his head.

"Bloody fucking hell," Mickey sighed he might as well spend the night in the tree then, seeing as Ian was going to be uncooperative. He crawled back down the branch and settled into a nook; pulling his coat tighter around him he folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. Ian would get his punishment tomorrow.

A/N: This is the very first chapter of my very first Gallavich fic ever. The fic gets waaaaayyy out of hand down the road. I hope you enjoyed it, and do leave me comments to let me know what you think! This fic will be updated on Mon-Wed-Fridays