Everything was going well, Karen was in a Coma. The doctors didn't know how long she would be under. Something about having to wait for the swelling in her brain to go down, and they would cut back on the drugs to bring her out of it. But they didn't know if she would ever wake up. Frankly, I thought my brother was better off without her. I really don't know what he sees in her. She is a slut. Hell, Lip even tried to get her to suck me off, just to see if I was really gay. No shit I am gay. But I am not going to go run down the road, parading it around. Only people I were close to knew. And that is how I want it to stay. God forbid if I ever get really fag-bashed. I have already been down that road once. Not planning for it again.
Lip was sitting, talking to Jody. Jody was explaining to him what the doctors were telling them. That's how I get my news these days. I over-hear it from other people. But I don't really care, because I have my own god damned problems to deal with. I had to figure out what was going on with Mickey. Right now, that was sort of my priority. Through all the talking about Karen, I was just zoned off, when I got this awful feeling. Well, not AWFUL, exactly, but it was weird. Hard to explain. It was like someone was there. It was a tingle that felt oh too familiar. It was like electricity hitting me. Painful and exhilarating at the same time. I didn't know whether to welcome it, or banish it from my mind. When I looked up, I knew exactly what it was.
What was he doing here? Why did he come up here? Who was he here to see? When did he get here? How long has he been standing there?
He had that damn look on his face that I hate so fucking much. The one that I love to hate. That is when I noticed everyone looking at him. I know that made him uncomfortable. It actually made him nervous, the way he was biting the skin from his thumb. He does that when he is nervous. And I fucking hate that I know that. He stepped a little closer, and I guess out of reflex, for you know, what happened last time I saw him, I tensed up. Involuntarily.
All I really remember before walking out of the room with him, was asking him what the hell he was doing there. I am pretty sure I told Lip I would be ok, but I am not sure. I don't remember. But I knew Mickey wanted something, and it was important. Because he used my name. Ian. The only time I have ever heard him say my name, was when he thought I rapped Mandy.
"Ian, Come with me. I need to show you something." His words stabbed me over and over again. "Please".
I really had no choice. I needed to know what the fuck was going on through his head. It was bugging the fuck out of me.
No one was in the hallway, it was dark, he grabbed my hand, and pulled me away. He never let go of it, unless he heard people or saw anything move. I don't know why, but it felt.. it felt.. like a piece of a puzzle that I couldn't ever find. The way his hand fit in mine, fingers intertwined. And he was taking his time, walking away, biting the inside of his bottom lip, the way he does when he doesn't know what to say.
"Mickey, we need to ta-" and I was stopped by the sheer forced of him pushing me into the corner of a wall. For a minute, I thought I was scared. But before I even got to think that, he had both of his hands on the wall, with my head between them. He looked around again, and looked back at me. I looked over his shoulder. No one was there. I was sure he was going to hit me. But he didn't. He kissed me. And not like our first kiss. The first one was too short and simple. And not like our ravishing ones, where it was all teeth. It was soft and meaningful. I grabbed his head between my hands, shut my eyes, and devoured his lips into mine, Like I was never going to be able to kiss him again. Like the world was falling from underneath us. I really don't think he thought about what was going on around him, because when I opened my eyes, I could see Lip in the distance, right outside of Karen's room, looking down at us. He had his hands in is pocket, and a grin on his face. Which I was surprised, because on our way to the hospital, I broke down, and told him everything that happened. About Terry catching us. About Mickey and I at the abandoned building a few days ago. He knew everything.
I closed my eyes, and continued my fall as long as it was Mickey I was falling with.
Assuming it was Lip making a noise to break us apart, Mickey quickly let go of me.
"Ian, please. Come. I need to show you something. And don't fucking laugh. And don't think I have softened up on your ass. Fuck that shit" Mickey said, with an exasperating look on his face, like he couldn't breath.
I went with him. Because who was I to fool myself? I would follow this jack ass to the ends of the earth, as long as it was me and him. And he knew I would. I have never let him down before, and I fuck as sure wasn't going to start now.