Note To Readers-Thank You All So Much for the great reviews. They mean a lot to me. I was quite worried putting that first chapter up. I'm glad you are all enjoying it :) -Alayna

Mickey recieved a letter from Ian the next day; it was pretty short, barely a page long. Ian didn't go into much detail in the letter, he mostly just said that he was okay and that he missed Mickey.

Something about the way the letter was so short really worried Mickey; he felt stupid for worring, but Ian's letters had been getting shorter and shorter as time when by.

Mickey really needed to go buy a fucking laptop, in one of the kid's letters he mentioned something called Skype. Mickey didn't really get what it was, but he knew it would allow him to talk to the kid.

He wrote the kid back. He asked if anything was wrong and if the kid found anything out about how long the deployment was going to be, if it was going to be extended or shortened or anything. If it wasn't extended Mickey only had to wait fourteen months until he could see the red-head again. Mickey hoped it wouldn't be extended. He wouldn't admit it out loud to any other than Ian, that he really missed the kid and wanted him to come home as soon as possible.

Mickey felt bad for thinking it, but sometimes he wished that Ian would get hurt so that he would get to come home.

Mickey sent the letter that afternoon. He decided to go shopping. He wanted to by a laptop, so he could Skype with Ian but also so that he could do something other than kill shit on an xbox game; it got boring after awhile. Plus he really needed to get some food, ordering pizza and chinese and shit was getting sickening.

He went to some electronics store, and bought one of the cheaper laptops and a few new games for the xbox; why not? He was getting a check every month for being injured while deployed.

He went to some grocery store that was pretty far away from his apartment, the Kash and Grab was only a few blocks from where he lived going there would have only reminded him of Firecrotch; he didn't want to think about Ian right now. Plus he didn't wanna risk seeing Kash, he wasn't sure if he'd ever even come back but Mickey didn't want to find out.

He bought a few things, that were either pre-made or super simple to eat; Mickey couldn't cook worth shit. The food was always under cooked or burnt. Mandy always cooked for Mickey, so it wasn't often that he had to do it for himself.

He rode the El back to his shitty little apartment and wondered if anyone who lived around him had a wireless internet connection. He really didn't want to pay for that shit; but he would if he had to.

Luckily for Mickey his next door neighboor, some fourty year old bitch that Mickey didn't like, had her internet connection unlocked.

Mick went online for a bit; until someone was pounding on his door.

It was Lip.

"What do you want?" Mickey really wasn't in the mood to deal with Lip.

"I got a letter from Ian today. He asked me to track you down and make sure you were okay. And then I talked to Fi and even though she can't stand you, she thinks it would be a good idea to invite you to have dinner with us tomorrow night. So the rest of the family can-fuck I don't know-get to know you or some shit." Well fuck. Mickey really didn't want to be surrounded by Gallaghers, but it meant a non-frozen meal.

"Yea, sure whatever." Mickey started to shut the door.

"Wait, what time? And how the fuck did you find out where I lived?" Mickey had made sure that he wasn't followed home. He didn't particularily want anyone just showing up at his place.

Lip laughed.

"I saw you on the El, and I maybe followed you." That's fucking creepy.

"Dude you stalked me? That's fucked."

"I didn't stalk you, I hadn't intended on following you. Besides Ian asked me to, and he may have told me your address." Mickey snorted, of course Ian told Lip his address.

"Whatever. So what fucking time?" Mickey really wanted Lip to get out of his door way.

"Come over around five. Oh and Mandy'll there." Mickey just nodded and shut the door in Lip's face.

So now Mickey was going to be in the Gallagher house, surrounded by Gallagher's. And his Gallagher wouldn't even be there.

Fuck.

Mickey wasn't looking forward to it, but he would go, for Ian.

Mickey sighed and went to put some frozen mac and cheese into the microwave.

He hoped it didn't taste like shit; if it did, he would just order a pizza.

Second Note To Readers-I've got to stop there, I'm being kicked off the computer . Let me know what you thought of this chapter, pwease. Next chapter will hopefully be a bit better. Mickey goes to dinner at the Gallagher house! haha. Ohh and I haven't decided for sure yet, but I'm thinking about doing a chapter from Ian's POV soon, how does that sound? good? bad? -Alayna