Fuck...
Fuck...
That fucking piece of shit. Why, oh fucking why did he have to be so self-centred? After what they'd been through, a few words of explanation, was that really too much to ask for? No, he knew he didn't deserve it. Why did he ever get involved with a Milkovich? He knew it was a mistake, there was no one else and he had needs, Cash wasn't around and Lip was still convinced he wasn't a queer. The one thing he didn't bank on was falling for him. Who ever knew Ian was more stupid than Mickey? At least the painful truth was out.
The phone was damage limitations. He knew that had he continued listening to Mickey that eventually he'd be kept for another week. A walk in the park, being seen out in public... Never hands, never kisses, never intimate eye contact - not because of Mickey, but because they are no goes in the Southside. But being with him? Now he had to live without that, no more movie nights, smoke breaks, ball games... Now he would have other people to think about, his soon to be comrades. The irony of Mickey with his commie and Ian with his own version allowed him to have a short lived smile before he himself broke down again.
He looked at his phone, suddenly hoping that it could be fixed - no, too late, too fucking late.
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Fuck...
Fuck...
That fucking piece of shit. Why, oh fucking why did he have to be so self-centred? After what they'd been through, a few words of explanation, was that really too much to ask for? No, that cunt wasn't going to get off that lightly. Mickey decided that if it took him until 6:30 to find him and ruin his little pity parade that it was what had to be done. Done is done. Was he doing for himself? Was he doing it because it was the right thing to do? Would he ever be able to speak of anyone called Gallagher ever again?
With that he called his sister, hoping that she'd know something that he didn't; but she wasn't answering. He decided that the only option was to call around the Gallaghers. Did they even know? Did they all know about the 2 of them? As Mickey was pouncing out the front door, he nearly ran into Svetlana, she was on a break.
"Sorry babe, I'm gonna be busy tonight - may not be back. Treat yourself!" Mickey gave her some cash, even though the whole marriage was just out of convenience he knew she had to be treated right. She was carrying his kid after all. She simply smiled and walked into the now empty house, at last a night without being woken up by the snore that she had been driven mad by!
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Mickey banged the back door of the Gallaghers house, but having heard the volume from outside the door, decided to just walk in. The house was pretty full for Lips Graduation party, at least his private conversations would stay private. Most of the guests were already well on their way to happy land! Out of the corner of his eye he saw the first fist come straight at his face. Bang!
"What the fuck have you done! Where is he? He should be here..." Bang! "Tell me before I tell your dirty little secrets to everyone here, like your necklace or the fact that you like fists... Where is my fucking brother!?"
Lip Gallagher, of course he should have known that the first person Mandy would tell would be Lip. The loud mouth addition to any party, the last thing he wanted was to have to accept that it was Gallagher that told him every detail about what they did. Mickey felt like a shell at the fact that all those secrets he trusted Gallagher with, weren't really secrets, more like security. Something to keep him on a leash with, in case anything nasty happened. FUCK! Bang! All he could feel was emptiness, pain, blood...
"Ah! I don't know where he is! I thought that you would..." Mickey finally got out before he'd have to start fighting back.
"Good to see you can still take it..." Mandy said pointing at Mickeys face, finally smiling since she arrived. At least he was doing something, and that something was enough for her to defend her little brother. "Where did he say he was? Have you called him?" Mandy asked as she pulled her phone out.
"Put it away, I've been calling him for the last 20 minutes and its going straight to mail." Lip said, allowing the stinging pain in his hand to be washed over by more whiskey.
"So where is he?" Mandy asked Lip, hoping that of all the people in the world, Lip Gallagher would be the best chance of finding him.
"I don't know, have you looked anywhere yet?" Lip asked, planning, his mind reciting the places that he knew Ian would go; but taking into account that he always had the option of turning up to stop him in the morning. "If you were him, where would you be?"
"There is only one place, I'll head there, can you check the alibi, the el, work... Lip you know where he'll be. Why ask me?" Mickey said, knowing deep down the one place that they both went when things got bad... He didn't want to take the risk of missing him though. At least if more people looked for him, they had a chance...
With that Mickey headed for Gallagher, their spot, the one place they could hold hands, kiss, touch, feel, look at each other and know what would happen. Lip headed to the boozers, where at least Ian would be getting too intoxicated to be up that morning, and Mandy headed to anywhere else that sprang to mind - after all being his best friend meant that she too had secret hang outs. It always surprised Mickey how for such a big city, there seemed to be secret hiding places, and that is when he allowed himself to finally run on, determined.
"Not everybody gets to blurt out how they feel every minute Gallagher... You're in luck, once every 4 years, today."