Part Eleven: Jailbait

Sometimes, I really hate Lip. Like tonight when he got us arrested and we have to spend the entire night handcuffed to benches in the police station. I can't even look at him without shaking my head. He has tried to apologize several times.

He KNEW the car Steve gave him was stolen. He knew it. How could he not? That's what Steve does for a living. And we drove it around all day. I'm going to add this to my long list of things that stress me out, because I've had enough of that lately.

"Ian," says Lip.

"I'm not speaking to you," I tell him and stick my chin in the air. I can feel him rolling his eyes. I look at Officer Tony who is being super nice to us tonight. He walks by, ruffles my hair, and goes into his director's office to try to persuade him to get us off the hook.

"They're good kids," Tony says in our defense.

"One of them has a record," says the other man.

"So release the one that doesn't," Tony says looking back at me.

"My hands are tied," he says.

Tony walks back to Fiona. It's nearly four am. I'm exhausted. Lip may have been able to sleep for a little bit, but he can sleep anywhere. I watch Tony's face light up when he talks to Fiona. If she had dated Tony instead of Steve our lives would more boring, but we'd have some security. He's a nice guy, he has a real job, and he knows us. He's from our neighborhood.

"I've got an idea," says Tony marching straight back into his director's office. This time he doesn't ruffle my hair, but he does look at me. I look at his ass as he walks by, it's definitely better than Steve's.

"If we go to jail you're the one they're going to rape," whispers Lip.

"Why would you say something like that?" I ask.

"Because it got you to speak to me," says Lip.

"But why would they rape me over you?" I ask feeling suddenly curious and frightened.

"Well, I'm not the one with the baby-face and freckles. Admit it, Ian, you're a cute guy."

"Did you just tell me I'm cute?"

"You're my brother, dumb-ass, and yes you are. You're jailbait. I'm surprised Kash never went to jail. He broke some sort of law. God, I want to fucking smoke."

"He used to tell me I'm cute," I say.

"He's a creepy bastard," says Lip. "I'm fucking bored."

"Me too," I say, I watch Tony walk by again. I like the little wiggle his hips do when he walks.

"You're checking out Tony? You must be hard up," says Lip.

"He has a nice ass," I say.

When he walks by again Lip looks. I grin from ear to ear. Lip starts laughing and nudges me with his shoulder. It's a game we play for a while. Lip and I discuss police officer ass size, because there is literally nothing else to do.

Tony comes over and kneels in front of me. I look into his eyes to avoid looking anywhere else. He removes our handcuffs and tells us we're free to go. He rubs my hair again, and I smile at him. He made some sort of deal with the director. He gives us both some bottles of water and sends us out to Fiona.

"You, be good," Tony tells me giving my shoulder a squeeze. He has strong hands. I look down at his crotch for a second; Lip is shaking his head at me. I embrace Fiona and hold her tight.

I sneak off to my room when we get to go home. Fiona comes in and sits down with me to get me to rat out Steve. I don't. Fiona pulls me in for a hug. Now's the time to tell her, it's now or never. When she gets up to leave, I take a deep breath and go for it.

"Hey, Fiona," I say. She stops. "I'm gay."

"I know," she says. Am I that obvious?

"I should have told you sooner."

Fiona sits back down and takes my hand.

"Are you being careful?"

"What like condoms? Um…not so much. I should probably do that."

"Yeah, you should. I'm so glad you finally decided to tell me. I'm so proud of you," she squeaks. How do women do that? "Tell me the truth, were you checking out Tony's ass at the station?"

I grin from ear to ear.

"I knew it!"

Fiona gives me a playful punch before squeezing me again. She laughs and gets up to leave; before she does she tells me I'm on her shit list. That won't last long.

I know Fiona will probably mention to Steve that I came out, if she ever speaks to him again. He did do kind of a shitty thing. I'm not saying she shouldn't forgive him, that's entirely up to her. I'm just saying he did do something really low.

I'm happy I told Fiona. She's my sister, she raised me, and it's good she knows. I hate keeping secrets from my family. I have often wondered if I should tell her about Mickey too. My lips curl up into a smile.

"Thinking about Tony's ass again?" Lip asks sitting down on my bed.

"No. I was thinking about Mickey," I tell him.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"More than Kash?"

"A lot more than Kash."

"Next time you want to go over to that juvenile detention center all you have to do is ask and I will go with you. You don't have to go alone."

"I can't go over there anymore."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Mickey's cell mate wants to fuck me up."

"Why would he want to do that? He doesn't know you."

"I don't know, I didn't really ask Mickey about it. He just warned me not to come back so I told him I wouldn't. He didn't tell me why the guy wanted to kill me."

"Okay, then, what are you going to do until Mickey gets out?"

"I don't know."

A/N: So…I just realized how long this is already. Geez, I get long winded. If I am going to make through season 4 this is going to be extremely long. I hope you all don't mind.