When Mickey was twelve, he somehow became friends with Lip. He's really not sure how it happened. All he really knows is that he was smoking a cigarette when Lip came up to him. He asked Mickey if he could have a cigarette, Mickey didn't want to give one up, but he thought fuck it, I've got more at home.

After that Lip and him started hanging out, smoking cigarettes, ocassionally smoking a joint together.

Their friendship ended the night that Lip brought Ian with him.

Mickey had stolen a bottle of cheap vodka last time he had stolen shit for him and Mandy.

He planned on drinking with Lip, who was bringing the weed. But Lip didn't bring just the weed, Mickey saw red hair behind Lip.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" It's not that Mickey didn't want Ian around, he could give a shit less whether or not he was there; Mickey's problem was that he didn't want Ian to drink or get high. The kid was to young, Mickey snorted at that thought, Ian was only like a year younger than he was, but in the back of his mind Mickey still saw him as the little three year old who loved to cuddle, the little broken bleeding boy that Mickey had found behind the school.

"Fi told me I had to bring him with me, Monica's gone fucking crazy and Frank's no fucking help. She has to take care of Debbie, so she told me I had to take care of Ian." Mickey rolled his eyes.

"He ain't drinking." Lip laughed.

"Why the fuck not?" Mickey needed to think of a reason fast or he was fucked.

"He ain't drinking, 'cause I like my booze, you're lucky I'm sharing with you."

"Whatever, he's never drank before anyway, he'll just end up taking a hit or two off the joint and he'll be done." Mickey didn't want Ian doing that either, but he couldn't prevent it, the weed wasn't his.

Mickey had drank over half the bottle, and in all honesty had probably smoked more of the joint then Lip had.

When Ian had taken a drag off the joint, the kid coughed and coughed, and Mickey thought it was going to cough his fucking lungs up.

Ian's eyes were glassey and his face was flushed. The red-head tried to take the bottle from Mickey's hand.

Mickey swatted his hand away.

He slurred slightly, "Don' touch my fuckin' booze."

Ian whined.

"Just fucking stop Ian." Mickey wasn't sure how or when Lip had gotten so mad, but it was sudden.

"Leave 'im alone Gallagher." Mickey was yelling, he wasn't even sure why.

Lip and Mickey yelled back and forth for a few minutes, Ian stayed quite the entire time.

Lip stormed off, yelling that he was fucking sick of it, he was done. To Mickey's surprise, Ian didn't follow him.

Ian stayed sitting there next to Mickey.

Mickey didn't talk to Lip again after that. Ian had tried to come hang out with him a few times after, but Mickey just grunted and told Ian that he was busy. After his third or fourth attempt, he gave up.

Mickey thought about that night often, he didn't think about the fight with Lip, or the fact that he had let Ian drink the rest of the booze after Lip had left, he thought about Ian's face, about how he felt when Ian showed up with Lip. He thought about why he didn't let Ian hang out with him after that, and the only reason he could come up with was, he was scared.

He didn't want to get fucking attached to Ian again. He didn't want to have those feelings like he did when he was younger. He didn't want to hurt again.

Mickey was terrified that if he started having feelings for Ian again, he would only end up hurt again. Mickey couldn't have feelings for Ian again, because he couldn't be a fag.

He still didn't fucking understand why being a fag was so fucking wrong, but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want his brothers or his dad to kill him if they found out.

Mickey wasn't willing to risk his life for cock.

Mickey lost his virginity when he was fourteen. He fucked some bitch, he's not even really sure what her name was, he thinks it was Alice or something, but really he wasn't sure.

It was pretty fucking terrible. Her nearly non-existant tits, the wet stickiness of her cunt, Mickey didn't fucking like it.

Sure, he came, but only because he was thinking about how different it would be if his cock was in someones ass. He found himself thinking about red hair and freckles.

Mickey saw Ian Gallagher naked when he was almost sixteen, somehow they had been put into the same gym class. Mickey wasn't even sure why he was even in that fucking locker room, he hadn't gone to gym class in two weeks, but that day something made him go.

Ian was changing, it was before the actual class started.

After Mickey saw him, he left the locker room, he left the school, all he could think about was Ian's cock. He wanted that cock in his mouth. In his ass. He just wanted to fucking touch it.

That night, after Mickey had seen Ian naked, he jerked off. It was like his dick wouldn't go soft, thoughts of Ian's cock wouldn't leave his mind. When he closed his eyes, he could see it.

That fucking terrified him, why was he so fucking obsessed with Ian Gallagher's cock?

The next day, he fucked some guy, he was younger than Mickey was and smaller. It felt so good to be buried balls deep in the younger boy.

Mickey threatened the kid, tld him that he'd fucking kill him if he ever told anyone what they had done.

Mickey knew the kid wouldn't tell.

Note to readers- Okay so that didn't go how I planned but I think I like it..what do you think? -JJ