1.
When Mickey first heard about Mandy getting a friend, a true actual friend he almost pissed himself, and later that day when Mandy was talking to Iggy he almost crapped himself when she said that her new "friend, is actually like her, best friend." It's a good thing his pants are all dark, if not black anyways. Especially when Mickey found out it was a boy, a "bright redheaded ginger, with seafoam eyes," is what Mandy quoted actually .
2.
The first time Mickey saw Mandy with a redhead he didn't think anything of it, but then when Mandy spotted him, she took this redhead and dragged him by the arm all the way across the street to go see Mickey, pausing everything they were doing at hand. "Yo, asshat. Watcha doing here?" She asks with casually like she's not dragging this poor redhead against his, or her, will and just calling him slang. "Dafaqu it look like?" She just rolled her eyes before turning to her friend then back at Mickey before stepping back and, "Asshat this is Ian. Ian this is Mickey, my asshat brother." The redhead, Ian, looked at him with this small timid smile and a small wave thing and Mickey knew that this must have been the friend Mandy was talking about because 1, it was a boy. 2, He was this bright redheaded ginger (that would look great with flushed cheeks, almost as red as his hair, after blowing Mickey). And 3, This kid, Ian, did have some of the most bluest-greanest seafoam eyes Mickey has ever seen, (that would probably look even wider and fuller if they were blown wide and glassy, even though they are already so doe like with these long feminine eyelashes). "Yea, whatever. See you lader, witch." Mickey left, taking a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up with his new grean-blue lighter that isn't as magnificent colored as Ian's eyes.
And when Mickey looked back he saw those haunting eyes watching at him, with those eyelashes fluttery, and fierce red hair blowing gently with the wind. Mickey wanted to make eye contact but if he did he wouldn't be able to brake it. And as soon as he had the gaze on him, he turned back to Mandy and getting back in sync with her.
3.
A week or so after Mickey's encounter with Mandy and the redhead Mickey heard a knock on the door, and he swared to god if it was the mail man or some delivery guy he was gonna snap, but instead, it wasn't. "Hey Ma-icky, I mean, hi, Mickey?" Damn if he said those eyes were pretty, they were frickin' radiant. "The hell did'ya call me? " Mickey had to be snappy and mean because if he didn't he'd turn to goo, and he's cool at the already confused boy. "Sorry, I thought it would be Mandy so I was getting ready to greet her then it was actually you so then I tried to say Mickey, but. It came out as Macky?" Maybe Mickey was being too harsh, the kid look like he was about to run for his life.
"Whatever just look before 8you talk, and if you ever almost call me Mandy I will beat you 'til you can't even remember your own name." ('Because your throat will hurt too much from learning my name by screaming it all night'). "Stop interrogating my friend, you asshst. Now move and let him in already." Mandy yelled as she began walking down the stairs towards them. "Pshht. Whatever you controlling little leach. "She flipped him off as he stepped back and let the redhead in, shutting the door after. "Let's go." Mandy took hold of Ian's wrist and dragged him along behind her. "Thanks, Mickey." Ian said as he passed by. And damn, Mickey could get used to hearing Ian say his name like that.
4.
The first time Mickey saw the ginger without Mandy, or without looking for Mandy, was at the local convince store, with that owner Kash. The ginger was actually working there, currently stocking soda. With the owner, Kash, opposite of him sitting at the check out. But instead of checking out any itrms, as in soda , beer, cigarettes , chips or anything, he was checking out Ian. More specifically Ian's ass in his fitting jeans. And as the big brother of Ian's best friend, which is his sister, he dicided to interfere. May he be a perv, but at least he wasn't in his 40's like the store owner. Who was checking out his underage employee, so at least he wasn't a creepy phedo - perv in his 40's like the store owner. " Hey, what kind of cigarettes do you sell? " Mickey stands in the right spot that blocks the owners view of Ian and Ian's ass and the slight bit of milky-white flesh that can be seen when he reaches up high and his shirt lifts up a bit. "We have cigarettes, the same type as all the other stores. Marberall, medium, predium, jumbo packs, double packs, cigars. The usual." The owner tried to look around Mickey but he just moved as well.
"Done. Oh, um, sorry to interupt?" The small voice of the ginger says meekly after relizing Mickey was also there. "Ahhh, good job. I was just finishing up here. So, Sir, what kind would you like?" The owner adresses Ian , then Mickey, but just keeps his gaze on Ian. "Marberall, medium." Mickey says his usual, which The Owner probably knew because he got the same every time, but was probably surpressing an eye roll for the sake of his Underage employee. Mickey took the pack and give him a 5 dollar bill before going back into the isles.
"Well, I gotta go home now, but I already got my schedule for tomorrow. Bye ." And then hiding the owner his apron and grabbing his bag from the back room Ian was gone. But then as Ian was half wy out the door, he called out looking behind him one last time before really leaving. "Bye Mickey."
He smirked. The owner didn't, but Mickey could see a slight glare and his lips tightening in a thin line. Mickey grinned even more fr om where he was. Mostly because of Ian, but for a few different resons. Still mostly Ian tho.