Around ten o'clock they had to go to bed, Mickey was scared about that, he was going to be sleeping in the same bed as Ian. What if Ian tried to cuddle with him? What if he tried to cuddle with Ian? That thought terrified Mickey. Boys weren't supposed to cuddle with boys, only fags did that, Mickey couldn't be a fag.

They climbed into the bed, Mickey got in first because he likes sleeping close to the wall. Besides Ian was younger, what if he had to go piss in the middle of the night? Didn't want him pissing in the bed, Mickey hadn't done that since he was two.

Mickey woke up in the morning, legs entangled in Ian's, arms wrapped around eachother. His instincts told him to panic and get as far away from Ian as possible but he didn't, he was so very comfortable, and it felt right. His brain told him that it was wrong, but he didn't care, not at that moment.

Mickey couldn't fall back to sleep, and he really didn't want to. He liked cuddling with Ian, even if it was supposed to be wrong.

Mickey layed there for almost a half hour, until Lip came in the room.

"Breakfast is done. You two are supposed to come eat." He sounded-angry.

Mickey wanted to punch him again.

Ian began to move agaisnt him, that's when Mickey pushed him away.

He climbed off the still half alsleep red-head and made his way to the bathroom.

After breakfast Ian said he wanted to watch cartoons, he asked Mickey if he wanted to watch with him. Of course Mickey said yes.

Lip left for school, Mickey was glad he was gone.

"D'you like Po'emon?" Mickey smiled.

"Yea, Pokemon are awesome," Mickey paused, to watch the cartoon until the commerical. "Who's your favorite? Mine's Charizard."

"I like him, my fav'rite is Ven'saur."

"I like him too. But Charizard can beat him. He's fire, fire beats grass." Ian was smiling and laughing, Mickey was happy that Ian was happy. The show came back on, Ian was so engrossed in the cartoon, he didn't even notice when Mickey slid closer too him.

Mickey didnt know why he kept moving closer to Ian, but when their hands touched, Ian didn't pull his away.

By the time the show was over they were holding hands. Mickey felt pretty fucing stupid holding another boy's hand, holding Ian's hand, but that didn't stop him. He liked holding Ian's hand. Holding another boy's hand was wrong, that's what fags did, but-maybe Mickey was a fag. His dad would kill him if he ever found out. That terrified him.

When Lip got home he imediately started fighting with Mickey. Mickey wasn't even doing anything, he was just sitting in his and Ian's room, playing with some cars, Ian had just run off to do something with Mickey's mom and Mandy, although what they were doing Mickey wasn't sure.

"Get away from those. They're mine!" Mickey set the car down that he was playing with.

"No, they're Ian's cars." Lip growled.

"No, they're mine, I gave them to Ian when I got new ones." Mickey stood up and walked toward Lip.

"Too bad, I'm playing with 'em." This time, Lip hit Mickey first.

"Big fucking mistake." Mickey punched Lip twice as hard as he had gotten punched.

Lip was crying, Mickey felt proud. Monica, his mom and Ian all came running when they heard Lip crying.

"Whoa, what the fuck is going on?" His mom was yelling, quite loudly.

"He fucking hit me." Mickey yelled back.

"Michael, don't cuss! Why'd he hit you?" Monica knelt down next to Lip.

"Phillip, did you hit him first?"

"Yes." Lip was still crying but he didn't seem sorry at all.

"Why honey?" Mickey stayed silent, waiting for Lip to try and lie.

"I don't like him."

"Why not?" This time Mickey's mom spoke.

"He's making it so you and dad can't get back together. And he's stealing Ian from me. And he's dirty." Lip spoke as if he was sad, pissed off and disgusted all at the same time.

Mickey really didn't give a fuck what Lip's excuse was.

"He not stealin' me." Mickey's head whipped around to look at Ian. The red-head looked torn, he looked like he wanted to run toward his brother but at the same time he looked like he wanted to stay standing behind Mickey.

"Yea he is. We don't play anymore. And you color with him. And you drawed a picture of you with him." Lip had previously stopped crying but started again.

Ian stayed by Mickey, but talked to Lip.

"I s'ill love you Lip. But Mick's my fwiend." Mickey smiled when Ian said that, for two reasons, 1.) Ian said he was his friend and 2.) Mickey had never been called Mick before, ever; he liked it. He hoped Ian would call him it a lot more.

"Lip, baby. Mickey isn't taking Ian from you, Ian can have friends. And about me and your dad getting back together, that has nothing to do with them being here." Monica spoke softly but firmly.

Lip nodded and sniffled.

"Now apologize to Mickey." Lip shook his head.

"C'mon, you need to apologize." Lip snorted and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

After supper Mickey, Lip and Ian all went into Lip's room and started playing with Lip's toys. Lip seemed-happy. Ian was happy, laughing and smiling, but sticking close to Mickey.

Mickey liked that, he liked that Ian was close to him.

Ian being so close to him scared him though, what would happen if his dad found out. His dad and his brothers would call him a fag and hurt him. They would kill him, beat him to death.

Note to readers- Let me know what you thought. This chapter is nothing like how I planned it in my head. -Jimmy(Alayna)