"His ribs are broken." Mandy stated, staring down at Ian; who was blacked out on the Milkovich couch. Mickey had taken Terry's car, and him and Mandy went and found Ian in the Dugout. Mandy was curious to how Mickey even knew where Ian was, but decided not to question it.

"No fucking shit." Mickey was sitting on the other couch, smoking a cigarette. He couldn't even look at Ian. If he hadn't left him like that, he wouldn't have been beaten up. Mickey could have protected him.

"I'm just saying! Jesus Mickey, you don't have to be such an asshole all the time. Our friend was nearly killed here. You could at least fucking help me stitch up these cuts." Mandy started cleaning another cut on Ian's face.

"You're doing a way better job than I could do." Mickey mumbled.

Ian could hear everything, and he was starting to get annoyed with their bickering. His breath hitched as he tried to talk. "Would you two shut the fuck up." Ian mumbled and Mandy threw her arms over him.

"Oh my god Ian!" she cried. "What happened?! Who did this to you?! Mickey and Iggy will kill them, I promise. Just give us names."

Ian opened his swollen eyes and shrugged. "No idea. Got jumped." Ian looked over at Mickey who was staring out the window. "You can't even fucking look at me?" he snapped at Mickey. Mandy blinked confused and looked at Ian.

"What happened?" She asked again.

Ian was still looking at Mickey who hadn't moved. "Seriously Mickey?"

The thug just got up and slammed the door to his bedroom.

"It wasn't Mickey who did this to you…right?" Mandy asked quietly. "Because I'll kill him myself."

Ian shook his head. "I don't know who jumped me."

"How is Mickey apart of this then?"

"Forget it." Ian sighed. "I need a fucking joint."

It was a couple weeks before Ian was able to go back to school. Everyday Mandy brought him his homework and updated him with all the current gossip at school. Ian never asked about Mickey, and Mickey never visited or called him. His ribs were starting to feel better and the cuts on his body and face were starting to heal. It was a long and painful process, but at least he was getting better.

Wake up – Mickey

It was nearly three in the morning when Ian heard his phone go off. It took him a while to register who was texting him but he received another text message.

Aye, Gallagher. Wake up. – Mickey

Ian debated whether he should text him back or not.

Ian wake up.- Mickey

Jesus Christ. I am sleeping – Ian

I'm outside your house. – Mickey

His brows furrowed together. He went over to the window and looked outside, and he saw Mickey standing outside, smoking a cigarette, staring at his phone.

Stalker- Ian

He saw Mickey smile at his phone, which made his stomach flop.

Come out – Mickey

Nope – Ian

Its three in the fucking morning Gallagher. I'm gonna fucking apologize. Come outside. – Mickey

The ginger let out a long dramatic sigh and grabbed his coat. He put on his shoes and headed out the door slowly. He sat on the porch steps and Mickey came up to him, sitting next to him. He offered him his cigarette, and Ian gladly accepted it.

It took a while for Mickey to talk. Ian didn't push him though. He wasn't going to talk first. He just finished the cigarette and tossed it on the grass. He eventually looked at Mickey with a raised eyebrow.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Mickey said.

"Not your fault." Ian shrugged.

"I feel like it is."

"I'm the one who shoulda been more careful. I'm stupid to think that I could be in an open and happy relationship here." He let out a frustrated laugh. "I'm so stupid."

Mickey didn't say anything.

"Thanks for coming over. I'm tired, so I'm just gonna-"

"I'm gay" Mickey interrupted before Ian could leave. The Gallagher just stared at him.

"Okay, and?"

"Okay and?" Mickey scoffed. "I just fucking came out to you and you say okay and?"

"I already knew. Thanks for telling me, I guess?" Ian stood up, and so did Mickey. The Thug tapped his hand against his thigh nervously and quickly pressed his lips against Ian's. Ian was surprised and kissed him back.

Mickey nervously placed his hand on Ian's waist, just like he was taught to, and tried to deepen the kiss. Ian's hands scooped around the back of Mickey's neck, gently tangling his fingers in his hair. Ian tried to part Mickey's lips with his tongue, but Mickey had no idea what to do, so he pulled away, staring at Ian.

"If you wanna make out, you gotta let me put my tongue in your mouth." Ian half smiled at the thug.

Mickey thumbed his bottom lip and looked around to make sure nobody saw. Of course nobody would have seen them, it's in the middle of the night.

"Come inside." Ian offered.

Mickey shook his head.

"I can help you."

"The fuck you gonna help me with?" Mickey snapped.

"Making out?" Ian reached for Mickey's hand and intertwined their fingers lazily, tugging him forward. Mickey didn't protest which made Ian smile even more.

"Stop that." The Thug mumbled.

"Stop what?" Ian's hands trailed behind to Mickey's back, pulling the smaller body closer to his, walking backwards into the house.

"That fuckin' face."

Ian continued to smile and Mickey rolled his eyes. He shut the door behind him with his foot and pushed Ian up against the wall once they were inside. The ginger almost fucking giggled and that drove Mickey insane. He crashed his lips against Ian's, and pressed against him as close as he could get.

"I fucking hate you." Mickey mumbled against the others lips and Ian nodded, dragging him towards the couch and pushing him down to straddle his hips.

"You're such an asshole." He mumbled back and pulled away so quickly to remove his shirt. Mickey stared at him then stared at his bare chest before he started kissing down Ian's neck. Ian let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes.

"Mickey?!" Mandy almost screamed, standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the two boys making out on the couch. She was wearing one of Lip's shirts.

"Fuck!" Mickey pushed Ian off of him, and he landed on the floor.

"Ow. Fuck." Ian mumbled as he hit the floor.

"What the fuck!" Mandy said still staring at her brother with wide eyes. Lip soon came running down the stairs, almost laughing.

"Mickey? You're screwing Mickey?!" Lip then burst out laughing at his brother.

"I'm not screwing Mickey." Ian got up and put his shirt back on.

"Mickey!" Mandy walked over to him and punched her brother in the arm. "What the hell!?"

"Would you keep your fucking loud voice down? Jesus Christ Mandy." Mickey sneered.

"You're fucking Ian?" She asked.

"No" He was turning red.

"You're totally fucking Ian." Lip was still laughing.

Ian groaned and started to leave.

"You're not fucking going anywhere, Gallagher." Mickey pointed at the Red head.

"Yo, she's your sister. You gotta explain this to her. I'm already out to her." He threw his hands up in defense.

"You're gay?" She said quietly to her brother.

Mickey rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. She sat down next to him, and Ian glared at Lip who was now starting to calm down. Ian went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. It was becoming a long fucking night, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

"No." Mickey replied.

"Dude, if I hadn't walked in on you two I'm pretty sure you were gonna blow him." Mandy said with disgust in her voice. Mickey just thumbed his bottom lip and looked at the floor. Once Ian had finished his beer, he decided he would help Mickey out.

"Kinda my fault." He stood by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. "I've had a crush on him basically the entire time and I kept bugging him. I've tried making out with him a bunch of times."

"Ian that's gross. You can do a lot better." Mandy replied.

"I like Mickey."

Mandy looked back at her brother. "So you're gay."

Mickey sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "Whatever." He mumbled.

"And you like Ian?" She asked.

"He just helps me okay? Stop making this a big deal." Mickey looked up at Ian, giving him a look of desperation. Ian couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Fuck. I'm going home." Mickey stood up and headed out the door. Ian sighed and looked at Mandy.

"He's confused, Mandy. You gotta be supportive."

"You've known all this time and you didn't tell me?"

"This isn't something I can just tell people. It's not my business."

Ian headed out the door to catch up to Mickey. Once he finally did, Ian stopped him.

"I had no idea she was there." Ian explained. "I went to bed early so she must have come over when I was asleep."

"Whatever man." Mickey looked tired. "I'm going home."

"Let me walk you home." Ian offered.

"Fuck off."

"I'm sorry, okay? I get carried away. I just really, fucking like you."

"Yeah, well. Don't. Because whatever this is" Mickey pointed between himself and Ian, "It's done with. You are just fucking up my life. I was perfectly fine being in the closet. Now, you fucked everything up."

"You came to me tonight."

"And that was a fucking mistake."