Note To Readers-Anyone still with me? This chapter may suck a bit, I'm having a bit of trouble deciding how I want to get to the next big thing, but I don't want to just jump into it. Plus I haven't had Mick and Ian interact much recently so I need to get back into the swing of that. -Alayna
When Mickey woke up, Ian was gone; Mickey panicked, he thought that Ian had left, until he heard the toilet flush.
He felt fucking stupid for freaking out, but he had just told Ian that he never wanted him to leave, and then he's gone when he woke up; Mickey didn't like it.
Ian didn't re-enter the bedroom, that was when Mickey decided it was time to get up.
He was surprised to realize that he didn't have a hang-over.
He didn't bother with putting any clothes on, he just went to the bathroom then to find Ian, who had to be in the kitchen, since Mickey had seen the entire living room before entering the bathroom.
He found Ian sitting at the table drinking coffee. Mickey snatched the cup and took a drink; effectively burning his mouth.
"Fuck." Ian snickered.
"That's what you get for stealing my coffee." Mickey scowled and sat down.
"Do you want your own cup? I'll get it for you." Mickey just grunted; Ian assumed it meant yes.
"Sleep okay?" Fuck what was with all the talking? Oh right, he's Ian, he always fucking talks.
"Great." Mickey wasn't even lying, he did sleep great, he wished he could sleep like that every night, not that he'd actually admit that Ian was the reason he slept so well.
"We need to get a new bed, that one is fucking shit, my back hurts." Mickey laughed.
"You're back doesn't hurt 'cuz of that shitty bed and you know it." Mickey smirked as Ian's face turned bright red.
"Fuck you Mick." Mickey slurped his coffee, without burning himself.
"So what d'ya wanna do today?" Mickey snorted.
"I'm thinkin' about taking this fuck thing off." He shook his cast covered arm in Ian's face.
"Don't be a dumb ass. It isn't healed yet." Mick laughed.
"Your fucking point? I want it off." Ian sighed.
"But-" Mickey interrupted him.
"No buts Gallagher. It's coming off, today." Mickey was going to cut the fucking thing off, he couldn't stand it. It had been on long enough, well maybe not long enough according to that fucking douche bag doctor, but for Mickey it was long enough.
Ian just shook his head.
"So what the fuck is there to eat, I am fucking starving." Shit.
"Look. You know I can't fucking cook, so all you're gonna find is canned shit and frozen stuff." Ian nodded and began going through the cabinets.
In the end Ian decided to just heat up some spaghetti-O's. They weren't the best breakfast food, but fuck, Mickey was out of milk and there was only a hand full of cereal left anyway.
Once their meal was over Mickey decided to put some boxers on, just in-case Mandy or somebody showed up.
"Wanna play xbox?"
"Fuck yea. I'm gonna kick your fucking ass Firecrotch."
"Not with that fucking cast you won't" Ian stuck his tongue out at Mickey, who being Mickey had to do something about it.
He quickly leaned it, before Ian could put his tongue back inside his mouth, and bit the red-head's tongue.
"OW! Dick." Mickey grinned.
"Don't fuck with me Gallagher." Ian pouted for a few seconds then laughed.
Ian handed Mickey a controller.
After about twenty minutes Ian had gotten his ass kicked multiple times.
"Fuck. How do you keep beating me?"
"Skill." Ian's nostrils flared, they always flared when he was mad; Mickey thought it was fucking adorable.
"Calm the fuck down, 's just a game Gallagher."
"But you have a fucking cast on and you're beating me, it isn't fair." Oh fuck, he sounds like a six year old.
"Let's play again." The next time Ian won.
"Ha, I finally beat you." Mickey smiled, yes Ian beat him, only because Mickey let him win.
"I'll be back in a little bit, I need cigarettes." Mickey left the room to get dressed, he didn't wait for Ian to say anything.
"Get me a pack? Pwease." Ian asked him just as he was about to walk out the door.
"Yea, sure." And that was it, Mickey left Ian sitting on the couch playing xbox.
Mickey didn't plan on just getting cigarettes; he was gettin' that fucking cast off.
He wasn't really sure where to go, he didn't have a fucking saw to get the damn thing off.
It was a fucking stupid idea, but he went to the Alibi, he had done a favor for Kev a while ago, right after he got back, so Kev owed him. Maybe Kev would have a saw or at least know where Mickey could get one.
"Mick. Haven't seen you in a while."
"Yea, look I need a saw, you got one?" Mickey wasn't wasting time; the fucking cast was heavy and itchy and got in the way.
"Why do you need a saw-wait never mind I don't want to know. Uh, Stan probably has one in the basement, I know he has tools and shit down there so there's probably a saw." Mickey nodded.
"Can I go get it?" Kev tossed a set of keys at him.
"Yea, it's the littlest key." Mickey nodded his thanks and walked out back.
Luckily there was a saw down there, Mickey quickly cut the cast off, he did a pretty good job, he didn't cut himself at all.
His arm hurt like a bitch once the cast was off, but was better than the constant itch.
He walked back into the Alibi and handed Kev the keys. Then headed for the store to get the cigarettes.
He bought himself a carton and just one pack for Ian.
He expected Ian to freak out that the cast was off once he got back to the apartment, but he didn't.
"Aren't gonna say anything?" Ian shook his head and lit a cigarette.
"Nope, it won't do any good. Besides it's your arm that you're fucking up, not mine." Mickey snorted.
"Alright Firecrotch. Whatever you say." Ian rolled his eyes and blew smoke at Mickey.
Mickey's nose crinkled.
"The fuck?" Ian shrugged.
Mickey grabbed the cigarette from Ian, took a drag then put it out. Ian just stared at him with wide eyes.
Ian wasn't expecting what Mickey did, not at all. Mickey tackled him. Ian's head hit the back of the couch with a crack.
"Fuck." The word came out as a hiss, but Ian didn't seem to be in too much pain.
He punched Mickey in the side of the face.
"Bitch." Mickey punched the red-head back, he didn't hit as hard as he normally would have, because fuck, it was Ian he was hitting, and he was only fucking around, but he still hit him.
The rolled around on the couch a bit, punching each other, until they fell onto the floor. Mickey was under Ian, for the second time in less than 24 hours. Mickey's head bounced off the floor.
All of a sudden Ian began laughing, and Mickey had to admit the situation was pretty funny.
They both laughed 'til they had tears in their eyes, 'til their sides hurt, 'til they could barely breathe.
"Fuck."
"What the hell just happened Mick?"
"No fucking clue." That only made them laugh harder.
Their laughter was interrupted by someone knocking.
Second note to readers- I've got to end there. I've got to go help my mother install an air-conditioner. Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Also who do you think is at the door? -Alayna
