Mickey woke up around noon, everyone was gone. He had to fend for himself for food. Mickey was a shit cook. He settled for cold left over pizza. Could've been from the night before or a week before he wasn't sure, but it still tasted good and there wasn't any mold or anything on it so what the hell, it wasn't gonna kill him or anything.

He had nothing to do all day, he wasn't allowed to start work at the Kash & Grab for a week. And Ian had work 'til six.

Jamie showed up at around one thirty.

"Where's Terry?"

"Fuck if I know. He was passed out when I got home last night, gone when I got up." Jamie rolled his eyes and heded for the kitchen.

Mickey heard the fridge open and close before Jamie plopped down on the couch next to him.

Out of all of his brothers, Jamie was the only one that he slightly liked. They were all dickheads and he didn't trust 'em for shit. But Jamie wasn't asbad.

See Jamie was only Mickey's half brother. Terry got some chick knocked up a couple years before he met Mickey's mom. Jamie grew up with his mom somewhere outside of Chicago.

When Jamie was sixteen she died and Jamie came looking for Terry. When he found out what a piece of shit Terry was and wanted nothing to do with him.

But then he met his brothers and sister and changed his mind. He got a place in Chicago and let his siblings crash with him if they neded to.

Mickey had stayed with him a few times, he even hid from the cops at Jamie's once.

Once Jamie started spending time with the rest of the brothers he changed. When they first met him, Jamie wasn't exactly stuck-up but he wasn't like the rest of the family that was for fucking sure.

He wasn't a rich kid or anything like that he just wasn't used to South Side.

Tony and Iggy made sure that changed prett fucking quick.

Jamie started joining the pair when they knocked off liquor stores or beat the shit outta kids for no reason.

Jamie never participated in what Tony and Iggy called, fag hunting. He said he didn't approve of the shit. That pissed off Tony and Iggy so fucking bad they almost went after Jamie.

But Jamie covered his fucking ass and told them that he didn't fucking like fags but he didn't want to hurt the fucking fairies. Let 'em get fucked up the ass, get a fucking disease and die. Don't get sent to fucking prison for kicking their asses. Ya don't wanna accidently kill one and end up with a manslaughter charge.

Mickey didn't exactly buy that shit but he never asked Jamie about it.

Didn't want Jamie to find out he liked takin' it up the ass.

Jamie popped open can of beer, took a long drink, belched and grabbed Mickey's cigarettes off the table.

"He fuckin' owes me money. I don't fuckin' know why I loaned it to him. You'd think I'd have fuckin' learned all the other times right?" Cigarette hanging out of his mouth the entire time he was talking.

Mickey lit his own cigarette and laughed.

"Gotta be smart Jamie." Jamie snorted.

"So how ya been baby brother? Heard ya just gotta outta juvie."

"Same shit different day. And you know how juvie goes so." Mickey ran his tongue across his lower lip and took a drag off his cigarette.

Mickey couldn't remember the last time he'd had an actual conversation with one of his brothers.

Hell to be honest he didn't think he ever had.

"I haven't ever been in juvie you know that you little shit head." Jamie laughed.

"Ah that's right, you're the goodbrother." Mickey smirked and put his cigarette out.

Mickey turned the xbox on, some fucking game called Skyrim was in. Mickey hadn't heard of it but it looked pretty bad ass.

Ten mintues into game play and he was killin' a fucking dragon.

This was a game Mickey could learn to like.

An hour went by and Jamie was still next to him on the couch workin' on his third beer, silently watching Mickey play. Mickey guessed he was waiting to see if Terry was gonna show up.

"So Mick, you got a girlfriend?" Mickey ignored the questioned, preteneding to be too caught up in the game.

"I know ya heard me Mickey. I'll take your silence as a no."

Mickey continued playing.

"How 'bout a boyfriend then?" Jamie laughed as he spoke.

Mickey almost dropped the controller. He hoped that Jamie hadn't noticed.

"Fuck Mickey." Apparently he had.

Mickey felt nauseous but said nothing to defend himself.

Mickey saved the game shut it off.

Jamie said nothing for a long time.

Mickey hadn't got his ass kicked by Jamie. Jamie had even promised not to say anything about it.

Mickey was-surprised to say the least.

Jamie had told him things that Mickey hadn't even thought were possible.

Jamie was-was like Mickey.

It made sense now why Jamie never participated in fag hunting.

But still Mickey could hardly believe it.

Jamie left shortly after their conversation, he told Mickey that if he saw Terry tell him that he was lookin' for him.

Mickey headed for the Gallagher house. He knew Ian was off work by now and he knew that the red-head would be home.

He knew it was stupid going over there, buthe felt like he had too.

Alright so how was that? Shit? Good? Write me a review pleeeeease. Keep an eye out, I've got three or four Shameless fics that are almost done that should be up soon. -Jimmy