Just to warn you, this is probably THE most random chapter I will ever right. My excuse, I was listening to the song and it kind of made me think of Mickey. Tip: listen to You're gonna go far kid by The Offspring while reading this, it'll make more sense then! Or at the very least you'll get the tune. Enjoy the fruits of my randomness. . .

He turned the volume up about as loud as his crappy stereo would allow.

"Slowly out of line and drifting closer in your sights; so play it out I'm wide awake. It's a scene about me!"

He jumped onto his bed and for some reason started pretending to box.

"There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay and if you can't get what you want, well it's all because of me!"

He leapt off the bed and landed with a loud thump, sliding into the living room on his knees, which earned him an incredulous look from Mandy that he chose to ignore. "Now dance fucker dance, Man I never had a chance. And no one even knew, it was really only you."

Mandy laughed at him and raised her eyebrows, "And now you'll lead the way, show the light of day, nice work you did, you're gonna go far kid. Trust deceived!"

He started drumming on the back of Mandy's head with his hands.

"With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes. Hit 'em right between the eyes."

She twisted away and hit him with the pillow, scrambling over the back of the sofa and no doubt trying to get him into a headlock. He danced away from her, laughing while he sang – shouted at the top of his voice, who the fuck cared – "When you walk away, nothing more to say, see the lightening in your eyes. See 'em running for their lives."

Mandy squealed when he tossed her over his shoulder, spinning her around in a circle and ignoring the fists that pounded into his back. He kept spinning her throughout the entire guitar solo part, laughing when she started screaming, "No, Mick, put me down, I'm gonna fucking puke, seriously, I'm gonna puke!"

He put her down then, grinning like an idiot when the chorus came back on and she actually sang with his this time. Although maybe it was just them screaming at each other, it didn't really matter. "Now dance, fucker dance, he never had a chance. And no one even knew, it was really only you. So dance fucker dance, I never had a chance, it was really only you."

Mandy got him in a headlock then, stopping him from belting out the last part of the song, but he didn't mind, he was out of breath anyway. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked him, rolling her eyes and letting him go when they fell onto the couch.

He laughed, sprawling out across the couch and sticking his feet in her lap. She didn't complain, just smirked at him.

"I like that song," he replied breathlessly, "I think it's my favourite song."

She snorted, "And that was worth all that fucking random dancing." She gave him what he supposed was meant to be a meaningful look. "Hey, maybe you are gay after all!"

He lazily swatted at her with a pillow again, but couldn't be bothered to put much effort behind the hit. She snatched the pillow off of him and jammed it behind her head as she twisted so that they were facing each other.

"I don't actually know, I just heard the song and it put me in a good mood," he said, shrugging and chewing his bottom lip as he stared up at the ceiling. Sometimes he didn't understand himself, but he thought he was allowed to let go once in a while.

Mandy smirked at him, he knew that without even looking, "You can tell you're not the same anymore, you never would have been caught dead doing that."

He didn't know what to make of that tone, but when he looked at her she was smiling. "What?" he asked.

"I'm starting to kind of like this new you," she admitted, looking a little guilty for saying that, like she was betraying her brother or something, "You're kind of fun, not that you weren't fun before, but it's just different."

He just grinned because he didn't know how to respond to that.

"You want some eggs?" she asked him suddenly, responding to the slight awkwardness in the air.

"Sure," he replied, patting his stomach, "Dancing takes it out of you, you know!"

Mandy snorted. "Yeah, I think we need to work on your dancing skills actually," she muttered as she got up, "But you're singing ain't half bad."

"I know," he replied, "I gots some skills me."

She rolled her eyes at him and swatted at the back of his head, "That voice is stupid."

"So sue me."

He knew if he had been the other him, he would have sworn at her there. Maybe she'd been expecting it. He just couldn't bring himself to be rude in a moment that felt like they were actually connecting or something. He thought this was how siblings were supposed to be, acting stupid together for no reason whatsoever.

He leant over and turned up the volume of the music in case someone came home and heard them. "So dance fucker dance, I never had a chance, it was really only you."

Mickey couldn't help it, he scowled because otherwise he would smile. "Will you stop fucking singing, Jesus?"

"Fuck off, Mick, it's my favourite song."

"Aren't you supposed to like something faggy like Dancing Queen or something?" Mickey retorted, kneeling on the bed and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Aren't you?" he retorted, "You're just as gay as me."

Mickey wanted to hit him for that one. He didn't know why he didn't. "Fuck off."