Hey, I'm sorry Ian was so out of character and eccentric in part 1. I always felt that he was really smitten with Mickey right away after they had sex the first time and I was trying to play into that. However, I am not sure it worked so I will calm him down a bit in the next couple of chapters. He is a hard one for me to write for because I am unsure what works for his character. Anyways, here is part two, so enjoy.

Part Two: Mickey

That fucking little redhead showed up at my door last night asking me out on a fucking date. He has some nerve. He's like a puppy, a fucking red haired puppy who is good at fucking and has a really big dick.

He's not bad. He smells ok and he's clean. But I will be damned if I go out anywhere with him. That is never going to fucking happen. We fucked once, that doesn't make us married or some shit. Would I like to do it again? Sure. It was good sex. I'm in no position to pass up good sex.

"Why are you smiling?" Mandy asks.

"I'm not smiling."

"You had sex didn't you?" Mandy asks.

How the fuck does she always know?

"Maybe, why do you care?"

"You're smiling like an idiot."

She's right. I do have a smile on my face. Having a dick that big up your ass will make anyone smile. I blame that stupid little red head. I wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for him. But damn. I hadn't had a good fuck like that in a while. I just hope that little punk doesn't go telling people about it.

"You are so fucking weird," says Mandy, "Look, I am going to the Bears Game with Ian this weekend. Do you think you can steal me a jersey?"

"You're going with Gallagher?" I ask, feeling a slight twinge of annoyance. Just because I said no to the little redhead doesn't mean Mandy has to usurp me. My heart does this weird fucking thing where it feels like its tightening and I can't get the image of Mandy and Gallagher out of my head. I'm not okay with this.

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend," says Mandy.

I finished my cigarette and dropped in an empty beer bottle sitting on the coffee table. I could not get my mind around Mandy thinking Ian Gallagher was her boyfriend.

Why the fuck do I even care?

"Where are you going?" Mandy asks, as I slip on my shoes and a jacket.

"Out," I say.

I light another cigarette as I wonder down the street with no destination in mind. I know where my feet are taking me. I stop walking, but I can't bring myself to turn around.

"Mickey," says Fiona as she passes me on the street, juggling several bags of groceries in one arm and Liam in the other. "Could you hold this please?" I hesitate. "Can you just be a decent person one time and help me?"

I take the groceries for a second while she puts Liam down. She picks him up and puts him on the other hip as she tries to take the groceries back from me. I decide to help her.

"There are a lot of thugs around, I should you walk you home," I say.

"Aren't you the most thuggish of them all?"

"My dad could be around," I say and she nods.

"Thanks," says Fiona after walking in silence for a couple blocks. I walk her, Liam, and the groceries up to the door and I follow her into the house. My heart stops for a moment when I spot a certain freckly face sitting at the table eating a pop tart and doing homework with Lip.

"What the fuck?" Lip asks looking up from his work.

"Mickey?" says Ian.

"I should go," I say to Fiona, and only to Fiona. I try not to look at the little red head at all. I stare in Fiona's direction.

"Wait, here," she says holding out ten dollars.

"Consider it a good deed," I say before walking out the door.

"Mickey," says Ian from behind me.

Fuck.

"Gallagher."

I light a cigarette and never turn to look at him. I can almost hear his lips turning up into a smile. I would like to wipe that stupid smile off his face.

"Thanks for helping Fiona."

"She's a pretty woman walking alone with a toddler in our neighborhood and she's unarmed. Easy target."

"Either way, thanks. It means a lot."

"Don't fucking mention it," I say and walk away.

I hear footsteps behind me. I don't turn around. He's like a fucking puppy and I'm not letting him follow me home. "So, um…" Ian starts.

Fuck.

"I have shit to do."

"Ok," says Ian.

I don't hear him behind me anymore and I get the sudden urge to turn around. Gallagher is still standing there staring at me. Fuck him and his stupid freckles. I nod toward the L and Gallagher follows me.

"Don't get too excited, carrot-top. This isn't going to be a habit."

"Right, yeah," says Ian eagerly. "Do you want to top this time?"

"Shut the fuck up already. Do you want to do this or not?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I pull up my pants and get a good look at Gallagher before he pulls his up. Even his fucking pubes are red. He is looking at me with doe eyes. I step back. Fuck. What the fuck have I done?

"I work at the Kash 'N' Grab today," says Ian.

"So?"

"I just wanted you to know."

And now he walks away. Now he fucking walks away. Why the fuck would he tell me he works today? Fuck.

"What time?" I ask.

"5," he hollers back.

A/N: This chapter was a little hard to write. I'm sorry if its no good. I need to get Mickey and Ian to a certain place before I can get this to take off. Thank you for reading.