Ian had got a job at a small store called the Kash and Grab. He just mostly stocked shelves, rung people through the till and cleaned. Shit job, but Kash paid him well. Enough at least to help out Fiona and Lip. He worked three days a week and once on the weekend. He also let him know that he is willing to work more if they needed him.
Ian was in the store alone for a couple hours while Kash took his wife to the baby doctor. Apparently they were trying for a third. He was in the back freezer stalking the shelves when someone came in.
"Aye! Kash and Grab. You complain 'bout me stealin' your shit but you aren't even here to sell me your shit!" The familiar voice called out.
Ian walked out, wearing the apron around his waist, and throwing a towel over his shoulder. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Mickey who was waiting impatiently at the register. "Hey, Mick." Ian said as he walked behind the register and sat down on the stool.
"The fuck Gallagher?"
"What?"
"You work here now?"
Ian nodded and pulled out the brand of cigarettes Mickey smokes and punched it into the register. Mickey just looked at him with raised eyebrows. Ian got the feeling that was his signature look. "What? Were you not here to get these?"
"Fuck off." Mickey slammed down a ten dollar bill onto the counter, avoiding eye contact.
"What are you up too later?"
"None of your business, asshole." Mickey stuck the cancer stick in between his teeth.
"Want to do something?" Ian pressed. "I get off at eight. We can go to a movie, or you can come over and watch a movie." Ian offered and wasn't surprised by the disgusted look on Mickey's face.
"What do you think this is?" Mickey spat out, looking around to see if anyone was around to listen. "Are you asking me out of a fuckin' date, Gallagher?"
Ian shook his head and kept calm. "Nah, dirty thugs aren't really my type. You and me, Mick. We're friends. Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. Not a big deal."
"What is your type then, Gallagher?"
Ian had to think about it for a minute. He wasn't completely sure himself what his type was, since he never really had a boyfriend before. Just hook ups. "I like strong guys. Not really in muscle, but in general. Someone who isn't afraid to challenge me. I prefer someone who isn't afraid to tell me how they feel. I like brunettes." Ian stopped himself and pressed his lips together when he realized he basically described Mickey.
Mickey rolled his eyes and started walking towards the door. "You're so fuckin' gay."
"What's your type?" Ian called out for him which made Mickey stop in his tracks.
The Thug took a candy bar from a self and ripped open the wrapper with his teeth, taking a bite out of it. He chewed it loudly, staring at the Gallagher. A smile formed on his lips when he swallowed and raised one eyebrow. "I like em' sweet." Mickey pushed open the door with his foot and left the Kash and Grab.
I'm bored. – Mickey
Ian was laying in his bed, it was almost one in the morning on a school night when he received a text. He didn't have the number saved into his phone so Ian had no idea who it was from.
Try sleeping. –Ian
Fuck u Gallagher. – Mickey
Ian smiled when he finally realized who it was. The Ginger sat up in his bed and stared down into his phone.
I offered to hang out. You called me gay. Not my problem ur bored – Ian
I wanted do hang out. Not go on damn picnics with your large ass. – Mickey
So you wanna do smthin now? – Ian
Fuck no.- Mickey
Why did you text me then. I was about to fuckin sleep asshole.- Ian
Don't be such a girl – Mickey
Ian laughed and covered his mouth with his hand so he didn't wake any of his siblings up.
R u there? – Mickey
Yes…can I ask you something? You have to be completely honest with me. – Ian
…. – Mickey
Ian smiled into his phone again. He wanted to play Mickey. Get him riled up for no reason.
What! – Mickey
Gallagher! WHAT DO U WANT – Mickey
Did you do your part for the bio project yet? – Ian
R u fucking serious right now?- Mickey
Lol – Ian
Yes I'm serious. It's due next week. –Ian
Night asshole.- Mickey