Snowed In
"I fucking hate this weather," Mickey spat as he slammed the door behind him. He looked over at Ian who was lying on their couch under a blanket while watching the news on TV.
"I told you not to bother shovelling. They're saying we're getting another 18-24 inches tonight."
"Are you serious?"
Ian nodded, and Mickey scowled. "Great. Just what I fucking needed..."
"What're you so upset about?" Ian asked.
"It's Friday!"
"So?"
Mickey sighed, frustrated. "So, connect the dots, Gallagher. You think the city's gonna pay those lazy-ass sanitation guys overtime on a weekend for them to clean the roads? Fat fucking chance. So, that means we're gonna be stuck in here 'til Monday morning."
Ian smiled from his comfortable spot on the couch. They'd just gone shopping a couple of days ago, and the fridge was still stocked. "So... you mean to tell me you're gettin' all worked up about having to spend the weekend at home together, without any distractions or obligations?" He let that sink in for a minute. "Maybe we might actually get to finish season four of 'The Wire'."
Mickey didn't have any smart comebacks. Gallagher did have a point. They hadn't had a single weekend together in peace for two months straight without one of their siblings interrupting them or harassing them with some problem or a favor they needed.
It had taken them almost a month to finish season three of the series and they were both completely hooked because everything in it reminded them of what it was like on the South Side. Mickey still couldn't believe that Omar, one of the biggest bad-ass-mother-fuckers on the show, was a faggot.
"Shove over," he said to Ian, but the redhead just lifted his legs until Mickey sat at the other end of the couch and then put his feet back down onto Mickey's lap. "At least gimme some more of the blanket. I was out there for almost an hour just clearing the sidewalk," Mickey sulked.
"'Kay, Mick," Ian replied with a smile, unfolding the quilt so that it was big enough to cover the both of them. He reached over to the table for the controller and turned on the Xbox, thankful that he didn't have to get up because the DVD was already in the console. There was no way he was leaving his bubble of warmth, and he doubted Mickey would have gotten up again.
"Turn it up," Mickey ordered. Ian increased the volume so that it drowned out the sound of the blizzard raging outside. Mickey covered himself with the quilt and rested his hands on top of Ian's legs, making himself comfortable. He smiled as the show started, or maybe it was from realizing that he was always comfortable when he was with Gallagher...