Mickey thought it would be a good idea to shower before going to the Gallagher's, he hadn't taken one in about a week. He didn't fucking cared what they thought; he just didn't want any one to puke and ruin his meal.
He put some mostly clean jeans on, the t-shirt had a stain near the bottom of it; but fuck, Mickey wasn't trying to impress them. So why should he wear nice clothes?
It would take maybe five minutes to walk to the Gallagher house; it was four fourty-five. Mickey decided to have a beer before going over there. It would really cause a buzz or anything, but knowing that he had alcohol in his system made him relax. Not that he was nervous or anything. It wasn't like he was meeting the fucking president; it was just dinner with the Gallagher's.
Mickey ended up drinking three beers; still not enough for it to effect him.
He left his apartment at four fifty-three. He lit a cigarette as he locked his door, not that he really thought anyone would bother breaking in.
He headed toward the Gallagher house; as soon as he finished sucking one cigarette down he lit another, followed by one more. He threw the butt as he knocked on the Gallagher's fucking door.
He was starting to regret coming. He wasn't scared or anything, he just didn't think being surrounded by Gallagher's was a good idea, not anymore. But he'd stay for Ian. Ian didn't even know about this dinner, but he would find out and Mickey wanted the kid to know that he at least attempted to be nice to his family.
One of the younger Gallagher's answered the door, Debbie, maybe?
She didn't say anything just let him in the door and walked into the kitchen.
Lip and Mandy were sitting on the couch.
"Hey shit-head, you actually showed up." Mandy actually seemed surprised.
Mickey rolled his eyes.
"Yea okay, whatever bitch. You knew I'd show up. Free food." Mickey smirked.
Mickey flopped down onto the couch next to Mandy.
They just sat there in silence. Fiona entered the room a few minutes later.
"Food's done."
All of them piled around the table. They didn't waste anytime.
They all grabbed food and shoved it into their mouths, like it was going to disappear.
It was chaotic; it reminded Mickey of meals at the Milkovich house when he was little.
Mickey ate slowly, savoring the non-microwaved food.
All of the Gallagher's spoke to each other; no one said anything to Mickey. Except Mandy, but even she was involved in the Gallagher's conversations.
Mickey didn't mind that they weren't talking to him, he actually liked that they weren't bothering him. He just came here to eat.
Once all the food was gone, they all went and sat in the living room, talking and watching some stupid fucking show on tv.
Mickey really wanted out; he felt like he was drowning in Gallagher's.
He lit a cigarette. He knew they smoked in the house; even if they didn't Mickey didn't give a fuck, he wanted a cigarette.
"Did you shoot anyone?" One of them, the crazy one, asked enthusiastically.
Fuck Mickey really didn't want to talk about shit like that.
"No." A short answer would end the conversation faster.
"He was shot though." Fuck, why'd Mandy have to bring that up?
"Really? Where?" Mickey put the cigarette out in the ashtray and fidgeted.
"Stomach." He felt like his breathing was getting a bit shallow; that was just his mind fucking with him.
He wanted to get out of there, but he knew it would be rude to leave. Fuck since when did he care about being rude.
They all started talking to each other again; no one was paying attention to him. He could slip out the door and they wouldn't even notice.
He slowly moved toward the door. He glanced at his sister, she was lost in conversation with Debbie.
He slipped out the door and made it as far as the sidewalk before he was caught.
"Where you think you're going Mickey?" Fuck, that was Fiona. Why the fuck did she care where Mickey was going?
"Home." Mickey stopped walking but he didn't turn around to look at her.
"Do you have a problem with us?" Mick hadn't exactly expected that.
"No, just-I need to go." Mickey heard her laugh slightly.
"No, you just want to run away. You're a dick Mickey. We all know it. Leave if you really want, just know that Ian'll find out and he probably won't be to happy." Was this bitch trying to guilt him into staying?
"You know bitch. Tell Ian. I don't give a fuck. He knows I'm a dick. He's accepted that. Try to get him to hate me, it won't work. Now if you'll fucking excuse me, I'm going home." Mickey didn't care what the fucking Gallagher's thought of him. The only Gallagher that mattered was Ian; Ian knew all about how Mickey acted, he didn't care.
Mickey continued walking, he could hear Fiona yelling after him; he ignored her.
When he got home he drank the rest of the beer that was in the fridge; he passed out on the couch a few hours later.
Note To Readers-I've gotta stop there it's nearly 11 pm. I've got to get off the computer. Anyway let me know what you thought. I think the next chapter or maybe the one after it will be Ian. Also thanks for all the lovely reviews, you don't know how much they mean to me. -Alayna
