Note to readers- Alright, I have never been in Juvie, so I really don't know what it's like in there, but I have watched the MTV show Juvies, and I have watched Lock Up the underage edition so I have basic knowledge of what it looks like/what goes on in there.

Mickey spent about a week handcuffed to that fucking hospital bed. While handcuffed the only thing he wanted was for it to be over. He wanted to be able to fucking move around and not be chained to a fucking hospital bed.

But once that week ended he wanted nothing more than to be handcuffed to that bed again, as soon as he was deemed healthy enough, he was transfered into the unit. The small one person cell, with no window, a small "bed" against the wall. The mattress was so fucking thin, it was no better than sleeping on the hard concret that it sat on.

Mickey was still in a bit of pain from the fucking bullet hole in his leg, and when he need to walk anywhere he had to use fucking crutches. It was bullshit. All over a fucking candy bar.

Mickey had only been in juvie once before, it was back when he was fourteen. Fucking fight, of course. He got sent to juvie, and so did Iggy. Mickey had been fighting with some dickhead at school, when Iggy stepped in and started beating the shit outta the guy, not that Mickey wasn't handling it well enough by himself.

He had only been in juvie for a few days, it was his first actual offense-more like first time he got caught.

Mickey was young then, he hadn't realized how fucking boring it was in juvie. He hadn't realized how much time you had to think while you were locked up.

Mickey had to go to court, he got sentenced to a year. When he heard that he damn near lost his shit and flipped the table in front of him.

He didn't want to fucking sit there for a year.

Mickey was injured, so it was easier to just sit in his cell all the time, walking fucking sucked.

During meal time, there was this guy, big fucking Irish guy, every day he tried to steal Mickey's jello. Mickey wasn't about to let anyone touch his fucking jello.

About a week after he was transfered into the unit, Ian came to see him.

It was-weird. Ian told him that he missed him and shit. Mickey just thanked him for putting money on his account. He found out Kash did it, which was pretty fucking weird, but he thought Mickey still might press charges, so whatever, Mickey didn't really give a shit who he got the moeny from.

Ian was all mushy, tried putting his hand on the glass and shit, Mickey couldn't have that happen, couldn't let the other guys know he liked it up the ass.

Once Mickey's leg was all healed and he could start working out, he only worked out because it was better than sitting around bored out of his fucking mind, he did it every chance he got.

When he was working out it he didn't have to think about anything other than how many reps he had done or how much more weight he could lift.

But some days Mickey couldn't work out, his leg would ache or he just felt too lazy. On those days, Mickey sat in his cell, and just thought.

Some days he thought about Ian, some days he thought about Mandy, some days he thought about why a candy bar was so fucking important to Kash.

Why was a candy bar so important? Mickey couldn't figure it out, and then one day it hit Mickey, like a ton of bricks.

Kash hadn't shot him because of the fucking candy bar, oh no, the candy bar had just been the straw that broke his back.

Kash had shot Mickey because he was jealous.

Jealous of Mickey's relationship with his own mother, jealous of Mickey's attitude, jealous of Mickey's relationship with Ian.

Kash was jealous of Mickey.

It had never been about the candy bar, it had been about Kash's mom taking care of Mickey for so many years, it had been about how Mickey was so shameless, Mickey's "don't-give-a-fuck" attitude, it had been about how Ian had stopped fucking Kash and started fucking Mickey.

Mickey knew that Ian was fucking Kash before him, he hadn't caught them or anything; he just tell by the way Kash looked at Ian. Mickey really didn't give a fuck that he had stopped that-relationship.

Ian could do so much better than fucking Kash. Hell Mickey knew Ian could do better than him, he didn't want to admit that Ian could be-should be with someone better than him.

Mandy came to see him a few times, their visits were always so short, and Mandy never had much to say to him, she would always fawn over Ian, telling Mickey what a great boyfriend he was and all kinds of stupid shit. Mickey wondered if Mandy knew that Ian was gay, he wondered if she knew that they had been fucking? He guessed not, since she had never said anything.

Ian had come to visit him a total of six times, and each time Ian did the same thing, tried to put his fucking hand on the glass, and told him that he missed him. And every time Ian did it, Mickey told him the same thing, "Get your hand off the glass." and "Say that again and I'll rip your tongue outta your mouth." But Ian knew that Mickey would never do that to him, so he continued to do it.

On quite a few nights Mickey found his thoughts wandering to Ian, more specifically Ian's cock.

Mickey really didn't want to jerk off in juvie, but fuck it, he did it anyway.

It was pretty awkward, at least he had his own cell, so he wasn't doing at with anyone else in the room.

Mickey would pull the thin, uncomfortable juvie issue "pajama pants" down slightly, he'd spit in his hand and jerk himself off until he came, Ian's name on his lips.

Mickey was supposed to be getting out in a week. He was trying to be "a good boy" that didn't actually work, not when that fucking mick kept trying to steal his jello. Mickey ended up stabbing him with a fucking plastic fork. It barely broke the skin, there wasn't even any blood.

But it earned Mickey another week.

He was pretty pissed about that, but what-the-fuck-ever. He'd been in there for almost a year anyway, what's one more week?

Note to readers- I had a shit tone more that I wanted to write about Kash's jealously, but it just wasn't working. I just couldn't write it. Sorry 'bout that. -JJ