Note To Readers-I know I said that I would do an Ian chapter, but it's just not coming to me right now, so this is going to be another Mickey chapter. Lets all hope my brain'll let me write an Ian chapter tomorrow. -Alayna

Fuck. His head hurt. Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to drink all that beer last night? Fuck.

Mickey rolled off the couch onto the floor with a loud thud. He hit his knee off the coffee table.

He cussed and stood up shakily. He needed some fucking pain pills.

He swallowed four pills, dry.

He hadn't even taken his clothes off the night before; they were wrinkled and smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap beer.

Mickey pulled the shirt over his head and threw it into the corner of the room, his jeans quickly followed.

He stood in the middle of the room, in just his boxers, for a long time. He sorta zoned out, just thinking about what happened the night before.

He had gone to the Gallagher's for dinner and then failed at sneaking out.

He got into an argument with Fiona, who had tried to guilt him into staying. She tried pulling the I'm telling Ian card on Mickey.

It wasn't gonna work; he wasn't gonna think about what the red-head was going to say to him.

He wasn't going to feel guilty for treating them pretty badly; he wasn't going to fucking worry about the Gallagher's not liking him. The only one that mattered loved him. So why the fuck should it matter if the rest of them like him? Fuck, maybe he did feel guilty; maybe he was worried about what Ian would say to him. How Ian would react to the way Mickey treated his family.

But Ian knew how Mickey acted; he knew that Mickey's a dick. He knew that; he had always known that. It had never seemed to bother him before. So why would it now? Mickey sure didn't fucking know.

His stomach rumbling brought him out of his mind; chased the thoughts away.

It was after noon; he ate cereal anyway.

Mickey was going stir crazy; he had nothing to do and no one to interact with.

He didn't have job or friends or family, that he wanted to see; other than Mandy, but she was always with Lip. And Mick didn't want to see Lip.

He really didn't want to see anyone; he just wanted to do something.

He didn't even know what he wanted to do.

He wanted Ian there; when the red-head was around, Mickey always had something to do.

The kid was always talking or moving or doing something.

Mickey wished he could be like the kid; so energetic, full of life.

But he wasn't. He couldn't be; especially not when he was alone.

When he was Ian-less.

Mickey decided to just go on the internet for a bit, just look up random shit.

Some how Mickey ended up on a porn site, he really hadn't meant to go there. He didn't.

He decided, fuck it. He was already there, and he hadn't gotten laid in a long time.

He initially clicked on a video of two guys, both blondes, but he wasn't even getting hard; at all.

He clicked a few more video's and nothing happened. Not even a twitch.

Fuck.

He stumbled across a video of a tall red-head and a shorter man with dark hair, going at it like crazy.

His dick twitched a bit; but he never actually got hard.

That really depressed him; it just meant that he really loved Ian. And didn't want to fuck anyone else. It also pissed him off, because he was sexually frustrated; Mickey and sexual frustration didn't mix.

It made him crazy, extra violent and irrational.

Mickey was fucked.

Second Note To Readers-I have no idea where this chapter came from, but it just did. It's random as fuck, but I really like it. It could be longer but hey, I've got a headache and I want to go to sleep. Let me know what you thought. I'll try my hardest to do an Ian chapter next time.-Alayna