Note to readers- WARNING: SAD, I mean get a box of tissues sad, CHAPTER!

When Mickey woke up, he could smell bacon. Ian was no longer next to him, but the mattress was still warm; the red-head hadn't been gone long.

Mickey stumbled out of the bed, he exited the room, and quickly located the bathroom, that he had been quickly shown the night before when he and Ian had used it.

He pissed, washed his hands and went down the stairs, searching for Ian and for the bacon he could smell.

He found the bacon first, there was a plate sitting on the table, Monica was standing at the sink washing dishes.

"Good morning Mikey. Eat, then you can join Ian in the other room to watch some cartoons." Mickey just nodded and began eating the bacon, eggs and toast.

When Mickey had finished eating, he wandered into the living room. Ian was sitting on the couch all by himself. Some cartoon that Mickey didn't particularily like was on the tv.

"C'mon can we change this shit? I can't stand it." Ian shook his head and stuck his tongue out at Mickey.

"I wuv Yodi." Yodi? Wasn't that stupid bear called Yogi? Mickey didn't care enough to ask, he just sat next to Ian and watched it.

Less than a minute after Mickey had sat down, Ian grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to him, they kept they fingers interlocked after Mickey was pressed up agaisnt Ian.

That night at dinner, Mickey's perfect little world came crashing down.

"Mickey, you've gotta go home." Frank was slurring, by Mickey understood.

His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded.

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave ever.

What if he never saw Ian again? Well pretty much everyone knew everyone on the south side, but still Mickey might not see hisred-head anymore.

"Mikey, sweetie, you know we'd keep you here if we could afford it." Monica's voice was squeeky as usual. Mickey's mind was racing so much that he barely even noticed that Monica had called him Mikey for the second time that day.

Mickey didn't eat much after that.

He wasn't hungry anymore.

Frank had made all the plans, the next afternoon he and Mickey would go and get the rest of Mickey's things from the old houseand then Frank would take him to Terry.

Mickey didn't want to go back with Terry.

He didn't want to be anywhere near his dad.

It was bedtime, Ian stood in front of the bed, waiting for Mickey to climb in.

Mickey shook his head.

"It's better if I sleep in the other room." Before Mickey could turn and walk out the door, Ian grabbed him.

"No! Stay here." Mickey could see the tears and all the sadness in Ian's eyes. Mickey couldn't say no to Ian, but he knew that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as Ian.

"I sleep on the floor." Mickey tried to sound firm but his voice shook slightly.

Ian sniffled a bit and nodded. He handed Mickey his pillow and the blanket.

"You keep. You'll get cold."

"You need it." Mickey shook his head. He didn't want Ian to get cold, Mickey was always sleeping without a blanket, well he had been, his brothers always took his blankets. Sometimes they even took his pillows.

Ian climbed onto the bed, he had the saddest look everon his face; Mickey felt really bad.

Mickey still had the blanket in his hand, he took a few steps forward and draped the blanket over the small, sad red-head who looked like he was about to cry.

Mickey's heart hurt.

He didn't what it meant, but he knew that it had to do with his feelings for Ian.

Mickey had a strange urge to lean down and kiss Ian's forehead, like his mom used to do when he was upset, but he didn't. That was stupid.

He stared at Ian maybe a little longer than necessary.

He walked a short distance away from the bed, layed the pillow down and followed it with his body.

The floor was hard, and cold, and lonely. But the pillow he had smelled like Ian, Ian had his pillow up on the bed, Mickey guessed it probably smelled the way he did, but he wasn't sure.

Mickey wished he was up laying in the warm bed, arms wrapped around Ian, but he couldn't do that.

About ten mintues after they had each layed down, facing eachother Ian turned away.

Not long after that, Mickey had heard the sniffling, and the choked down sobs.

They continued for a long time, Mickey didn't know how long, but with each passing second he felt worse and worse.

Eventually the sounds stopped, and Mickey could hear Ian's soft snoring.

That's when it happened, Mickey felt the wetness on his cheeks before he realized what was happening.

Mickey didn't like crying, crying was showing a weakness, crying was for pussies.

But still Mickey cried, they were silent tears but his entire body shook.

Mickey turned toward the wall, he didn't want to be looking at Ian's back anymore, and he didn't want to risk being caught crying.

He layed down next to the boy whom he loved. The boy had been crying. He knew that, he had been crying too.

He wrapped his arm around the other's waist and as if instinct the other snuggled into him.

He smiled slightly and whispered, "I love you so much."

When Mickey woke up, he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and never wake up.

But as his head cleared from the sleepy haze, he realized something, Ian was behind him, arms wrapped tightly around him.

Mickey smiled, Ian came to him in the middle of the night, Mickey wanted to do the same thing, but he had cried himself to sleep and never got the chance.

Mickey's smile disappeared quickly though, thoughts of what would happen in a few hours quickly invaded his mind.

He could tell that Ian was still asleep, so he risked it, he whispered the words that he longed to say outloud, the words that he wished Ian would say to him, "I love you."

Mickey pressed back agaisnt Ian. The younger boy tightened his grip on Mickey, although Mickey doesn't know how, because the red haired boy had already been holding him impossibly tight.

Mickey tried not to start crying again, but he could fall back to sleep, and he didn't want to leave Ian's arms. All he could do was lay there and try to enjoy Ian holding him. But all he could concentrait on was leaving.

Mickey really had to go pee, but he didn't get up. He wouldn't get up, he would stay laying on the floor with Ian for as long as he could. The rest of his life if it was possible.

Mickey heard the door open, he was still facing the wall so he had no idea who had entered the room.

He heard a softly spoken, "Aw." The voice was that of a female, but it wasn't squeeky enough to be Monica and Fiona was at school.

He heard footsteps, this woman was walking toward him and Ian.

The woman spoke again, a bit louder.

"Ian, it's time to get up." Mickey could feel Ian begin to stir behind him.

Mickey felt Ian turn his head slightly, he guessed it was so Ian could look at the woman who was speaking.

"V." Mickey didn't know what the fuck "V" meant, it couldn't be a name, all "V" was is a letter. But then again Mickey was in the Gallagher house, they had a kid with the name Lip so who knows maybe there was another kid with just one letter as her name.

"Yea bud, you and your friend need to get up." Mickey felt Ian nod. He heard this "V" woman's footsteps as she left room, the door clicked softly behnd her.

Mickey pretended to be alseep when Ian turned his face back toward him.

He knew Ian couldn't see his face but his eyes were shut tight and he had tried to even out his breathing so Ian didn't know e was awake.

Ian nuzzled the back of his neck. Ian squeezed Mickey's body lightly before speaking.

"Mick?" Mickey moved slightly as if he was just waking up.

He mumbled a little bit, like he always did when he was waking up when someone was talking to him.

Mickey could feel the back of his neck getting a little bit damp; Ian was crying again.

"Mickey, gotta wake up," Mickey slowly opened his eyes and turned toward Ian.

He tried to sound sleepy, but he mostly sounded sad.

"Don' wanna." Ian nodded in agreement.

The pair stared into eachother's eyes for quite some time, they layed on the floor, Ian's arms still around Mickey, their bodies still pressed tight against one another, they didn't make any noise, just looked at eachother.

Distantly Mickey heard Monica calling Ian, telling him to come downstairs and have breakfast.

Neither boy moved to go have breakfast.

They stayed where they were. Mickey knew Ian must have needed to go to the bathroom, because he really did, and Ian was younger, he didn't have the best bladder control. But then Mickey thought about it and maybe Ian went during the middle ofthe night, before he layed with Mickey? So he didn't have to go so bad right now.

Mickey's not sure if he moved first or if Ian did, but their faces got closer together, Mickey could feel Ian's breath on his face.

Mickey could feel the tears pooling in his eyes and he could see the ones threatening to fall from Ian's.

Their lips brushed agaisnt eachother. Mickey didn't even know what it meant, he knew that they had kissed but he didn't know why, he didn't understand why they had kissed like that, the only person Mickey had ever kissed on the mouth was his mom, and that was nasty, but Mickey liked kissing Ian.

Mickey flushed the toliet, it was a little bit awkward gong to the bathroom because Ian was literally attached to him, their hands only parted when Mickey was actually going pee. Mickey didn't care that Ian saw him go pee but it was kinda weird because while he was peeing Ian was touchinghim, Ian had let go of his hand but was touching his back while he actually went pee.

As soon as Mickey had finished washing his hands, Ian grabbed his again.

The red-head was holding his hand so tight, like Ian thought if he held on tight enough Mickey wouldn't have to leave.

They ate together, and Ian's hand never left some body part of Mickey's. When they first started to eat Ian quickly realized that Mickey needed both hands, so Ian placed his hand on Mickey's shoulder, as the meal went on his hand slipped lower and lower until the end of the meal where it was on Mickey's upper thigh.

Mickey had no idea how Ian had managed to eat all of his food one handed, but he really didn't care to know, all he knew was that he needed two hands to eat.

When they were done eating, they went Monica said that Frank would be taking Mickey to go get his things soon, so they should go play for a bit and say goodbye.

Mickey hoped they could just sit together and watch cartoons, but that's not what Ian wanted to do.

Ian drug him back up to the bedroom.

"C'mon Ian, I don't want to lay down, I wanna fucking play before I go." Ian giggled.

"Don't wanna lay down. Not yet." Ian grabbed the tub of crayons off the shelf, and a stack of wrinkled paper, some of which was torn.

"I wanna color. Like first time." Mickey smiled remembering when he and Ian had first played together. He thought about the drawing Ian had made of them that was tucked away in his bag.

Ian started coloring.

"Color wifh me." Mickey sighed softly and smiled at Ian.

He began coloring.

Mickey drew a big bright red circle, with a black circle surrounding it. He wasn't sure why he did it, or what it was supposed to be.

Ian on the other hand had drawn himself and Mickey again, but this time they both looked sad. The two slightly-more-than-stick-figure boys had frowns and were holding hands. There were boxes drawn behind Mickey and what Mickey guessed was a bed behind Ian.

With their pictures drawn, they had nothing left to do before Mickey left, except cuddle one last time.

They grabbed Ian's pillow off the floor and climbed into the bed.

Mickey knew that they wouldn't be sleeping this time.

Ian layed his head on Mickey's chest.

"Don't want you to go." Mickey's heart felt like it was breaking.

"Don' wanna go." He heard Ian sniffle, fuck, he knew what that meant.

He made Ian look at him.

"Don't cry. Not again." Ian's eyes widened a little.

"But I'm sad." Mickey had that urge to kiss Ian's forehead, or maybe mouth, again; but again he didn't do it.

"Don't be. I'm not gone yet." Ian smiled slighty, but still had tears in his eyes.

"Soon." Mickey nodded.

Their lips touched again, this time Mickey knew that it was Ian who had moved first.

Their lips stayed touching for a lot longer than the first time.

The first time they had barely brushed against eachother, this time their lips stayed crushed, slightly painfully together for what seemed like years.

Frank said it was time to go. Mickey didn't want to go with him, but he had to, so he did.

They went and got the rest of his clothes, there weren't many. Mickey shoved them into the already full bag he had.

Frank shut the door behind them and they began there trek to The Milkovich house.

Frank knocked on the door, Mickey stood slightly hidden from sight behind him.

Terry opened the door, loudly with a beer in hand.

"What'd ya want Gallagher?" Mickey could hear his brother's arguing in the background and his sister crying.

"Returning something of your's." Terry's face breifly lit up, Mickey knew his dad thought he wa getting money or drugs.

Frank tugged Mickey out from behind him.

"So little fucker's been with you?" Frank nodded.

"Yes, we've been feeding him our food, paying for everything." Mickey knew what Frank was trying to do, it was the same shit his dad did, he was trying to get money.

Terry snorted, "Well don't think yer getting paid for that shit. Nobody told you to take him in."

Frank grumbled a bit, and Terry yanked Mickey into the house and slammed the door in Frank's face.

Mickey was terrified, he didn't know what his dad would do. What if his dad knew that he had seen everything that happened? Would the same thing happen to him? And what if his dad or his brothers found out about him cuddling with Ian? What if they found out about the kisses? They would kill him.

Note To Readers- Alright, it's 10:17am and I've been working on this all night. Let me know what ou thought. Also from what I've gathered from the show, V and Fi and close in age, but obviously V is a bit older, so in this I've got it as V is like high school age, and the reason she was there when Fi was at school is because she didn't have to go to school until a bit later, like when I went to school I didn't have to go in until almost 10:30..so yea. -Jimmy J