Mickey's POV.

He can hear them talking in the kitchen. Mickey opens up his eyes slowly and looks over at the clock. It was nearly 9:00 in the morning and he doesn't have to be at work for another two hours. Why were they up so damn early?

Mickey moved in with Lip and Mandy after they got engaged so he didn't have to live with Terry and his abuse any longer. Mandy and Lip being the only ones who know about Mickey's true identity. Or sexual identity he should say.

"What time does his flight arrive?" Mandy whispers to Lip.

"Around two I think. We are gonna go meet up with Fiona and Mike around noon and head over to the airport afterwards. Maybe get some lunch." Lip explained, and Mickey raised an eyebrow. "Does Mickey know?"

The Thug knew then who they were talking about. Gallagher. He hadn't talked to him for almost three years. After the redhead left for the army, they stayed in touch once in a while, but it got too hard for Mickey knowing that one day the stupid fuckhead could be dead, so decided for his own sake to break any communication he had left with him. "No. Don't think so. Every time I talk to Ian I pretend I'm talking to Terry so Mickey stops listening." That bitch, Mickey thought to himself as he hoisted himself up from the bed. He sat on the edge listening closer to them talk.

"What do you think he's gonna do?" Lip asked.

"No idea. He obviously won't take it too well knowing that Ian's engaged to someone else. Pretty sure Ian's the only person Mickey will ever to close to…in that way. You know?" Mandy was making breakfast; the apartment was starting to smell like bacon. "Who is this guy anyway? The guy Ian's marrying? Do we trust him?"

"Apparently he met him at a bar one night when they were on a break. They got to talking…exchanged numbers. Been together for almost two years now. Ian really loves him I think."

Those words sunk in, and made Mickey's heart feel like it dropped to his stomach. Love. Ian loves someone who isn't Mickey. He then decided he couldn't hear any of this shit no longer. He stood up and made some noise so the couple knew he was awake and would stop talking about it.

"The fuck you two doing up so early?" Mickey said yawning, walking out of his bedroom.

"Making breakfast!" Mandy grinned at him, almost too pleasantly.

"Don't want any. Got shit to do today." Mickey headed towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.