Note to readers- Alright, I cannot for the life of me, remember if it was ever mentioned how old Mickey was when the incident in this chapter happened so I'm just going to "make up the age" So don't like bite my head off if it was said and I got it wrong, okay? Thanks. Also I'm sure you will all recognize the "incident" instantly, well as long as you payed attention in season 2 :P
Mickey was seven. He hadn't thought about ginger hair, or cuddling or kissing in a long really time. That is until he was playing baseball.
He saw red hair, that was still familiar to him after almost three years. Red hair on second base. Mickey tried to ignore it, the ball was coming at him, he hit it as hard as he could, it went flying, he ran to first. The next kid that was up, Mickey didn't know the kid but he looked pretty fucking stupid, hit the ball, Mickey took off running toward second, the red haired boy began to run but stopped abruptly and began running back to second. Mickey didn't know what the fuck the kid was doing.
The umpire yelled something about having to go back to the base you were on. Mickey was pissed. So pissed that pulled his dick out and took a piss on first base.
He got kicked out of the game, they told him he couldn't play anymore if he was going to act inapropriately. Mickey didn't fucking care, he didn't even like baseball.
He didn't leave though, he stayed and waited for it to be over. Something was telling him to at least say hello to that familar red haired boy.
The game ended pretty quickly after he had pissed on the base.
He waited for the red haired boy to pass him, he yanked on the back of the kids shirt.
"Hey, what 're ya doing that for?" The boy was yelling.
"Oh shut up Gallagher." Ian whipped his head around and looked at Mickey.
"I don't know who you are, but you need to let go of me." Mickey was shocked, Ian didn't remember him. But Mickey really hadn't expected him to, the kid was only three when they were friend. No, Mickey reminded himself Ian was almost four then. He should remember. He has to remember.
Mickey wanted to make the kid remember, he wanted to pull him into a hug, wanted to kisshim. But Mickey couldn't do that, he knew one of his brothers would be around soon enough, they couldn't see him acting like a fag.
"Just let me go." Mickey did. He let go of Ian's shirt. The red head ran off.
Mickey's heart felt like it had been stomped on. But he wasn't supposed to care. He hadn't thought about Ian in so long; why did it hurt so much?
He saw Tony walking toward him.
"Time to go home dumbfuck." Mickey rolled his eyes but followed Tony home.
When they entered the house, Mickey was instantly attacked by almost four year old Mandy.
"Mitey." She always fucked his name up. Something about she couldn't make the "K" sound. Mickey thought it was pretty dumb.
"What do ya want Mandy?" She stared at him with wide eyes but didn't speak. Mickey knew what she wanted, and he wasn't fucking going to do it. No fucking way.
She continued to stare at him. He shook his head, her bottom lip stuck out. Mickey snorted and motioned for Mandy to follow him.
They went into Mickey's room and shut the door. Mandy always fucking wanted to do this shit, Mickey had stopped doing it when she had turned two, but she still some how managed to make him do it.
Mickey helped Mandy up onto the bed.
She snuggled into his pillows and blanket. She yawned.
Mickey layed down next to her, and began talking.
"Once upon a time there was a princess, " Mandy interrupted him.
"Was 'er name Mandy?" Mickey rubbed her back slightly.
"Yep. Anyway, there was this beautiful princess named Mandy. She had a big purple castle, with lots and lots of toys." Mickey told Mandy the same story almost every single time, but changed a few details, sometimes Mandy was an underwater princess like Ariel, sometimes the castle was pink, sometimes instead of toys she had lots of animals, but Mandy never seemed to notice that the store was always the same.
"Princess Mandy had an older brother, Prince Mickey," One time, Mandy had asked why Mitey was a 'rince, not a 'rincess, Mickey didn't know how to explain it to Mandy, he just told her that that was just the way it was. "Mickey protected princess Mandy." Mandy's breathing had evened out, she was definitey asleep, Mickey stopped telling the story. Mandy usually stayed awake long enough to atleast get to the part where the evil trolls, or whatever the fuck Mickey felt like calling them, tried to attack princess Mandy and prince Mickey saved her. Mandy must have been extra tired this time, she hadn't slept well the night before, she had come into Mickey's room pretty late, telling him that her tummy. Mickey let her lay with him, but she never did actually go back to sleep for more than ten minutes at a time.
Mickey knew he had to leave it was thursday, and he was supposed to meet her at the Kash and Grab.
Mickey slid out of the bed careful not wake up Mandy.
When he entered the Kash and Grab he looked all around for her, but she wasn't there. The only person Mickey saw was the younger boy who worked there. Mickey had found out a long time ago that his name was Kash, just like his dad, who owned the store.
The woman who had been helping him and Mandy was Kash's mom. Mickey could never pronounce her name, it was something really weird. Some how Mickey ended up calling her grandma.
Mickey began to panic, he needed to get some stuff for him and Mandy. But now he couldn't.
"My mom's sick, in the hospital." Kash spoke to Mickey.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kash laughed.
"You think I never noticed how you came in here every thursday, and every thursday my mom was here, I know she was buying you shit." Kash paused, as if daring Mickey to deny it. Mickey stayed silent.
"I don't know why she was so nice to you. But she told me that when you came in to let you get what ever you wanted and to pay for it myself. I don't want to. But mom told me to, so I will. So get what you want." Mickey was shocked, but he quickly grabbed what he wanted and needed for him and Mandy.
He got milk, Mandy loved the shit, it made Mickey kinda sick. He grabbed a shit ton of jello, Mickey fucking loved jello, he could live off of it. He got Mandy some cookies. He grabbed some other food, soup, chips, crackers, bread, peanut butter and ketchup, Mandy would eat ketchup on almost anything.
Mickey didn't want to fucking do it, but he was going to ask grandma, it felt weird refering to her as that now that he knew that Kash knew what had been going on, anyway.
"My sister was sick last night, stomach hurt. Should I get her medicine?" Kash seemed a bit shocked by how-nicely-Mickey was acting. All people assumed that just because his last name was Milkovich, he was rude, and he was but he could be nice.
Kash didn't speak, he walked out from behind the counter and grabbed some bottle of little kids medicine and took it back to the register. He set it on the counter.
Mickey made sure he had all that he needed then set it next to the medicine.
Kash rung everything up, and put it in bags. Before Mickey could go though, Kash spoke.
"How old is your sister?"
"Almost four." Kash nodded and picked the bottle of medicide up out of the bag, he held up the little cup that came with the bottle, he pointed to one of the lines on it.
"This is how much you give her. Give it to her before she goes to bed tonight, and if she still doesn't feel good give it to her tomorrow night too. But don't do it more than three nights in a row." Mickey nodded.
Mickey knew he should say thank you, but Mickey didn't thank people.
As he pushed the door open, he muttered a quick, "Thanks." As the door closed behind him, he thought he heard Kash say, "You're welcome."
Mickey always made sure that all the food that he bought, other than the milk, didn't need to be refridgerated, that way he could put it in his room, to make sure that he and Mandy actually got to eat it. Mickey knew that neither Terry or his brothers would drink the milk, so he didn't have to worry about it.
Mickey was terrified that they would find the food he hid in his room and eat it all. He was terrified that Mandy would starve. He didn't care whether he ate or not, all he cared about was Mandy.
Note to readers- Please let me know what you thought. -JJ