Note: As any one reading this might have noticed, I'm using the characters from the US shameless, but I'm experimenting with setting it in the UK as I haven't been to America and don't know some details. Also this chapter is 100% based off Fun's "We Are Young" song.
Mickey's head was spinning. He'd been drinking all afternoon, and hadn't had anything to eat besides a handful of nuts at the bar, probably covered in piss more than salt. It was a shitty time for the couple at the moment. Living with each other, and only each other was stressing them out. They were so different in so many ways. Ian was clean, loved the apartment to be in order, felt the need to clean the flat more than just picking up the rubbish on the floor. Mickey was messy, he would smoke in the house and use anything as a cigarette tray, and wouldn't wash if he wasn't constantly forced to by Ian. Ian was always thinking about the future, thinking about bigger and better things for them. Mickey was always expecting things to crumble around them like they usually did. And then there was the issue of Ian working at the club, and Mickey's jealousy. Mickey knew he had overreacted about Ian going back there, and he had tried to apologise. But the truth was he felt like doing the same thing over and over again, each time Ian went back. Each time the subject came up, there were holes in Mickey's apologies, because he still wanted to be protective of Ian and was only sorry for the pain that caused Ian.
Mickey had been outside, smoking a joint, and when he walked back into the bar, his seat next to Ian was taken by some guy wearing sunglasses. Sunglasses inside, what a dick, thought Mickey. The man was brushing back Ian's hair and running his fingers over a scar on his forehead. Mickey knew that he had caused that scar, in a fight they'd had months ago. Mickey marched over
"What are you doing touching my boyfriend, huh dipshit?" Mickey spat, pushing the guy off his chair. It was only that he grabbed the edge of the bar that the man stayed on his feet.
"Answer me!" said Mickey, forcefully, grabbing his shirt.
"Mick, leave it" Ian started
"Your boyfriend deserves so much better than you" replied Mr. Sunglasses. 'Oh shit' thought Ian.
But Mickey was done. Sure, he could beat up the guy, and for what? To end up proving him right? Mickey made as if to hit Sunglasses, and laughed when he flinched.
"Come on, Ian. We're done here" said Mickey, and walked towards the door. Ian stood there incredulous.
"Fuck you, you don't know anything about him" Ian snarled at Sunglasses. Ian got to the door then turned back, taking his wallet out of his pocked, he put a £50 note on the bar.
"Sorry man, I hope that's enough" he said the bar-tender, who looked grateful that a fight had narrowly been avoided.
"Ian, forgive me! I can't handle jerks talking to you, you know I get jealous!" Mickey said, his eyes not meeting Ian's.
"Mickey that was wonderful! You came to my rescue, but you didn't fuck up our night. I'm so proud of you". Mickey smiled and looked up. Mickey pulled off his beanie and put it on Ian's bare head. He pulled off his scarf, and wrapped that around Ian's neck, and made sure Ian's jacket was done up fully. Then, tucking his gloves into his pocket, Mickey scooped Ian up, despite the difference in height. Ian said nothing, but closed his eyes and smiled as he let Mickey's strong arms support him, carrying him to the bus, and home.