Problem With Authority
Gallickey
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Mickey hates being told what to do.
When he still showed up at school teachers told him what to do; Mickey told them to fuck off.
Before his mom split, she told him what to do; he ignored her.
When His dad wasn't locked up or passed out, he told Mickey what to do; Mick wasn't suicidal so he alwaysdid what Terry said.
Iggy, Joey and Nickey told him what to do; sometimes he ignore them, earning a punch to the gut.
Cops and juvie gaurds told him what to do; Mick flipped them off and did what he wanted.
Mandy told him what to do; but she always had some excuse as to why she couldn't do it herself. Most of the time he did what she told him, he always complained about it. If Mickey didn't do what she told him to do, she bitched for hours, and threw things at his head. So in the end it was easier to just do what she wanted.
Mickey properly met Ian Gallagher for the first time when the stupid red-head woke him up with a tire iron. Mick told Ian waht to do and he listened. Mickey liked having the power to make Ian do what he wanted. He told Ian how to fuck him. How to suck him. And how not to kiss him. Gallagher nevertold Mickey what to do.
Until that stupid Friday when they were to hot to fuck, laying in Mickey's bed. Terry and Iggy were both locked up again. Joey was probably over-dosing under the El. Nickey had a girlfriend, he practically lived with her. And Mandy was shoppingwith some bitch she knew.
Mick was half-hard all day, and was dying to get fucked, but he knew that if they even attempted to fuck, one or both of them would over-heat. The fan sitting in the corner of the room had been broke since forever. The window was open, but the wind wasn't blowing so it was pointless.
Mickey was just staring at the ceiling. Enjoying the silence.
"Mickey?" Of course Gallagher had to talk, he never shut up. Mickey wished the kid had an off button.
"Wha'?" Mickey was mumbling and slurring his words. The kid understood anyway, he always knew what Mickey was saying.
"You're joing the army with me." Now that got Mickey's attention. He sat straight up in the bed.
"The fuck are you talking about Gallagher?" This kid wasn't serious. He really didn't Mickey was gonna join the army with him, and get his ass shot off, did he?
"You are joing the army with me." Mickey snorted.
"You know I ain't doing that." Why would Ian even think Mickey would join. Mickey hatedthe army.
"Yes, you are." When the fuck had Gallagher grown balls? He had never once even attempted to tell Mickey what to do. Mickey didn't even want Ian to join, so why would he want to join? Was this kid going crazy?
"Fuck no." Ian looked into Mickey's eyes, and stared for a moment.
"You're joining, end of discussion." Mickey couldn't say no to Gallagher. He just couldn't. Mickey tried to rationalize it in his head, he tried to tell himself that he was only considering listening to the kid because he didn't want to lose his fuck buddy. He wanted to get out of shitty Chicago. But Mickey knew why he was really doing it, he was doing it, because he loved Ian Ian had told him to do it.
Ian and Lip helped Mickey get his G.E.D and seven months later Mickey was standing infront of his commanding officer. Ian stood beside him. The CO was giving out orders and Mickey hated being told what to do.
But for Ian Gallagher, he would do anything.
The End.