Note To Readers- No clue what's going on with Ian? You'll find out soon ;) Be patient dears. Also what I'm having happen to Ian actually happened to a few family memebers of mine, I mean it isn't exact, because I've obviously had to change the situations a bit to fit Ian, but these are almost personal experiences. Sorry for not updating for such a long time. I'll tell you why, the 30th was my birthday, the 1st and 2nd my brother was over all day, the 3rd we have a fourth of july party, the 4th we went to my aunt's house for a cook-out, the 5th was spent watching dvds with my mom, and then today, the 6th I am updating, despite the fact that I was babysitting all day :) So if you're still reading after waiting so long, I thank you. Also this chapter will be a bit short, just because I need to get back into the swing of things, I haven't even thought about how I was going to write this chapter since I last updated. - Alayna.

Fiona had called Ian a few days later and told him that she couldn't do it; she didn't say why; Ian had cried, Mickey punched a wall. But there was still hope, Mandy had talked it over with Lip, and he said go for it.

Ian still seemed upset though

Mickey really didn't care what the fuck Ian's problem was; at least that's what he kept telling himself. But Ian's out bursts were getting to be too much to handle, they were frequent, at first it was just like once a week, then it was once a day, now it was every day, multiple times, sometimes as many as five.

Mickey had gone to pick up some laundry detergent, Ian had been bitching that their clothes needed washed but they didn't have any detergent, when Mickey turned the corner he nearly dropped the bottle of soap.

There were clothes all over the street. Mickey could see Ian throwing them out the window.

Mickey didn't give a fuck about the clothes, he ran up the steps and into the apartment.

"Why the fuck are my clothes out on the street?" Mickey was yelling slightly, but he really wasn't mad, just very frustrated.

"I'm throwing your shit out."

"You've lost your fucking mind."

"FUCK YOU!" Ian spun toward him. Mickey quickly dodged the shoe that was chucked at his head.

"Honestly Gallagher, what the fuck did I do this time?"

"You left me, you fucking asshole." Fuck, the flood gates had opened.

"You sent me out for laundry detergent. I didn't leave you." Mickey tried to be calm, but it was fucking hard; Mickey was starting to crack, he couldn't do it anymore.

Ian didn't speak, he sobbed.

"I can't fucking do this anymore. I'm leaving. You can keep the fucking apartment and all the shit in it, I'll find a new one and get new shit." Mickey hated saying those words, he hated leaving, but the words and the action was necessary; at least he told himself it was.

He grabbed a dufflebag and slammed the door behind him.

Mickey picked his clothes up outside, Ian hadn't thrown anymore, he was probably on the floor sobbing, and put them in the bag.

He wasn't sure where he was going to stay until he had a new place, he could always stay with Mandy, she had told him a million times, but she lived with Lip, Mickey didn't know if he would be able to face Lip.

After walking for about ten minutes, his cell phone rang. It was Mandy.

"Yo."

"Don't fucking yo me, you just walked out on Ian!" She was mad, clearly Ian had called her or Lip.

"Fuck, don't start. I hadto leave." Mickey could almost hear her roll her eyes.

"You didn't have to fucking leave. What happened?" Mickey groaned.

"Can I come there and explain, please?" She didn't hesitate.

"Right now." He hung up and headed for her apartment.

It didn't take him long to get there, he had been closer than he had thought.

Lip answered the door.

"What the fuck did you do to my brother?" Mickey expected Lip to punch him but he didn't.

"Fuck. Okay remember when I talked to Mandy a like two months ago about the baby thing?" They both nodded.

"Well when I went home that day Ian wasn't there. He came home pretty late and he was pissed. I asked where he was and he told me he was with Kev. I was just like okay whatever, ya know. But he was acting like a fucking prick, I asked what happened? He started screaming at me and he fucking hit me, then he starts crying asking me if I love him, asking what he's done wrong to make me not love him. It made no sense at all." He paused, it hurt to talk about it.

"And then he was fine, and then a few days later it happened again, then it happened again like a week later, and then it was happening once a week and then once a day and now it happens everyday, a few times a day. I just can't take it anymore. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him." Mandy still looked a bit mad, but almost like she understood. Lip on the other hand looked like he was lost in thought.

After a long five minutes of silence Lip spoke.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but what you just said sounds like bipolar disorder. It's not really common for sibblings to have it, but Debs has it and it sounds like Ian does too."

Fuck.

"So what do we do about it?"

Caci began crying in the other room, Mandy stood and left the room silently.

"We have him tested. And if he does have it, then we get him on some pills."

Mickey's head was spinning. How the fuck could this shit get any worse?

"Mick, you stay here tonight and then tomorrow we will both go over there and talk to him." Mickey sighed and nodded.

He really hoped that Ian wasn't bipolar, but he knew that if he was, it could be controlled.

Fuck.

Mickey ate dinner and went to sleep shortly after, it was only nine, but he wanted to sleep, he wanted time to go faster.

He fell asleep thinking of Ian.

Second Note To Readers- I've got to end there, I'm struggling a bit with this. The next chapter will be a lot better, I promise. -Alayna.