A/N: Another fic with these two! Surprised? I'm guessing not.

Don't even ask where the idea for this came from. It's a long story.

I thought it would be this unny one-shot thing, but because I can't write humor to save my life, it ended up as this. I think it'll be a two-or-three shot but nothing more than that(or not IDK).

Enjoy!

Mike began to unpack his things. He and his family had just moved because of his brother. His no-good brother who kept going in and out of juvie.

He found a box he thought was labeled 'Mike's T-shirts' and began to take stuff out of it. He quickly realized it was in fact his brother's, as all the shirts were either black or red, and had tears in them from who-knows where. He began to put them to the side to give to him later. As in when he got out of juvie.

There was one shirt, however, that stood out from the rest.

It was at the bottom of the box, in between an old rock concert tee with the sleeves ripped off and a random piece of paper. It was face down, but it was...pink?

Mike took the shirt out of the box, unfolded it and stared at the graphic on the front. He burst out laughing.

"Mike! Guess who's back early!"

Mike quickly threw the shirt in with his stuff and went to the front of their new apartment. His mom was standing there with his brother in the doorway, fresh out of juvie.

Mike's brother didn't look much different than nine months before when he'd gone back to juvie this time around. His hair was a bit longer, still hanging in his face. The lines under his eyes had become darker. His skin was slightly paler, but it held its natural tan. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, which their mom had brought for him to put on so he looked less like a prisoner. The scratch under his left eye looked like it had healed ok, but it had scarred remarkably.

He was notably wearing a black fingerless glove over his right hand.

"Hey, weirdo." he started.

Mike hugged him. "It's good to have you home again, Mal."

"Meh, the food is certainly better here. Other than that, it's the same." Mal stepped into the apartment and looked around. "Yep, just like prison."

"Mal, you were in juvie. You've never been to real prison."

"I came close to it, once. Now, where'd you put my things? You'd better not have unpacked them." Mal changed the subject.

"Oh, they're in here." Mike pointed to a few boxes in the room.

Mal smirked. "Perfect." He went over to the boxes and started digging through them.

Mike quickly walked back to the box with Mal's actual things and closed it. The shirt was off to the side. He quickly grabbed it and went to find his own stuff.

"Mike,get in here... now." Mal was using his scary voice, the one that sent chills up people's spines.

Mike just smiled and walked back to where Mal was, holding up one of Mike's pajama shirts above a box. His fist was clenched. He did not look happy. "What's wrong?"

"This is wrong." Mal dropped the shirt back into the box. "I'll ask you again: where. Is. My. Stuff?!"

"Relax. It's over there." Mike pointed to the box.

"You'll regret tricking me one day,"

"Mike, honey, don't be mean to your brother," their mom called from another room.

"I wasn't being mean," Mike protested, walking towards her.

Mal was going through the box. He got to the bottom, then realizied what was missing. "I swear to God, I will kill you..." He turned curtly and found Mike again. He grabbed him by the shirt collar. "Where is it?!" he asked angrily.

"Where's what? This?" Mike pulled the shirt out from behind his back, smirking.

Mal dropped Mike's collar out of his hand and snatched the pink shirt. "If you tell anyone about this, you're dead. Got it?"

"Woah, it's just a shirt. Calm down." Mike put his hands up.

"No, it's more than that."

"Really?"

"It's the only clothing I have that's not ripped or stained or anything."

"Ok, cool-"

"-And Noah gave it to me."

Mike stopped. Noah had been Mal's boyfriend before Mal got sent to juvie again. He was the reason he was sent back in the first place.

Noah had broken up with Mal the day before school started. He was a year older than Mal, and was then becoming a senior. They had been a thing for essentially the whole summer. No one really knew about it, other than Mike and one of Noah's close friends.

Mike remembered Mal coming home that day angry, teary-eyed, and heartbroken. No, his heart had been shattered.

To be continued!:3 I am so bad at cliffhangers.

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