Part Twenty-Five: Like a Drug

I can't stop thinking about Mickey. He's all I ever talk about or think about. I want to tell Mandy, I bet she suspects something. She has to with the way I keep asking how he's doing in juvie. I want to know.

I have considered visiting him countless times, but he said we were over. I should move on. But I have to see him. I want him to know I'm doing well. I sit on the couch in the Milkovich house. I can't stop thinking about Mickey. I get up and pretend to be going to the bathroom.

I pass Iggy. He is carrying a basket full of dirty laundry. I sneak into Mickey's room.

It all feels like he's here, only he isn't. I grab one of his old shirts from his closet and sniff it. It smells like him. I hear a noise and notice Iggy staring at me from the crack in the door. He doesn't say anything. Does he speak?

I put Mickey's shirt back and leave. Iggy still gives me a suspicious look. He goes about his business and I go back to Mandy on the couch.

"How come you haven't visited Mickey," I say.

"I will, don't worry about it. Why are you hung up on Mickey?"

"I'm not. We're co-workers. I thought I was being friendly."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I say. I can't tell her. Mickey would actually kill me. I can't help but wonder how he's doing?

"How's Monica?"

"She left. She skipped out of rehab and she left with a new girlfriend. I'm really not surprised. She's a fucking flake. Weird to think that Frank is the good one. My family is fucked up."

"Join the fucking club. How's Lip taking the news about the baby?"

"He's pretty upset. I mean, who wouldn't be? He spends months thinking the baby is his and it turns out to be Asian and has Down's syndrome. He's moved back home though."

"That's good. He needs to be there. He needs to go back to school. He's way to fucking smart to not graduate."

"I agree, but I'm not his keeper. I can't force him to go."

"You're probably right. Do you want to visit Mickey tomorrow?" Mandy asks.

"Sure," I say. Mickey. I can finally give him the CD I made for him. I've wanted to give it to him for a few weeks, but I didn't know how I could. It will be easier for me to tell him I fucked someone else that way.

When I walk through the doors of the juvenile detention facility, I am greeted with big smiles, handshakes, and some people want to take my picture. Mandy looks freaked out. The woman who helped me the time I passed out calls us into her office. A big fluffy ginger cat is sitting on her desk purring loudly.

"Aw, aren't you adorable," I tell it. He sniffs me and rubs his head on my hand. His collar says, "Gallagher." Jesus, they named their fucking cat after me. What the fuck, Mickey?

"Ian Gallagher," says the woman who I learn is named Cindy. She beams at me and offers me and Mandy something to drink. We both decline. "You're a welcome sight around here. The boys will be pleased to see you. Since you're a favorite around here we're going to take you into the yard to see Mickey. Don't worry you'll be guarded. We don't normally do this," she says.

"He won't get gang raped will he?" Mandy asks looking at me.

"No. He'll be heavily guarded."

"I'm coming too right?" Mandy asks.

Gallagher Cat has decided I'm his new bed. He wants to snuggle. I wrap his tail around my finger as he purrs.

"I thought you hated pussy," says Mandy.

"I like this one," I say stroking the cat.

"You two ready?" Cindy asks. I slide Gallagher Cat onto the floor and follow Cindy out. She takes us down several hallways and out a set of doors that are automatically locked and surrounded by cameras on all sides.

The yard is about quarter of a mile squared and has a tall fence all the way around it with big watch towers. It's exactly like a prison, but for minors. Our guards are armed and look way too excited to be doing this job.

Mickey is sitting at a picnic table smoking and playing cards with some fat inmate. He doesn't notice us. But everyone else does.

"Gallagher," says one boy who makes a kissy face at me. He tries to touch me and gets his hand nearly broken by a guard. "You're much prettier than you were the last time we saw you."

"Yo, Galla-Bitch," says the big black guy. I think his name is Travon. "What the fuck you doing here? And you too, Bitch?"

"Oh it's you. Hey," says Mandy casually.

"Come over here and put your mouth on this," Travon tells me. He grabs his crotch. One of the guards pushes him aside.

"Nice to see you, Travon," I say as I walk toward Mickey's table. The boys gather around. They don't get too close, but they are close enough. Mickey looks up and does a double take. He stands up to hug Mandy.

"What the fuck? How the fuck?"

"Cindy let us back here because of Ian. Apparently he's well liked."

That's putting it mildly. I glance at my fan club one of them reaches through the human barrier and grabs my ass. I try to ignore it, but he does it again. I walk around to stand on the other side of Mandy.

"This is my cellmate," Mickey says clapping the fat guy on the back.

"Ryan Austin," he says.

"Ian Gallagher," I say reaching out to shake his hand. Some of the boys pretend to swoon. I roll my eyes.

"You're pretty famous around here, Ian Gallagher."

"I noticed."

I look at Mickey and meet his eyes. There's a smile in them. I take the CD out of my pants and give it to him. This action is met with a cooing and awing from several of our onlookers.

"What the fuck, Ian?" Mandy asks.

"He left it at the store. Mickey was tired of the Pakistani music and loaned us this. Linda told me to return it."

Mandy buys that. Ryan sure as hell doesn't. He looks like he's trying not to laugh.

"Hey, Mandy, how about a round of Egyptian Rat Screw?" says Ryan. He invites her to sit down at the table with him and Mickey and I sneak off. The guards stay with Mandy. If I didn't know any better I would say Cindy told them to give us some privacy. Mickey leads me to a spot between two guard towers where we're away from anyone seeing us, save for whoever is in the towers.

"Are you still angry with me over the whole drug deal thing?" I ask.

"Yes. You could have fucking died. You haven't been back there have you?"

"What no?"

Mickey doesn't say much. He mostly just stares at me. I take his hand and he lets me. I entwine our fingers.

"What have you been doing?"

"I met someone," I tell him.

"You meet lots of fucking people. What's your point?"

"I fucked someone," I reiterate. Mickey doesn't seem fazed by it.

"Me too," He says.

"Ryan?"

"No I'm not fucking Ryan. What the fuck?"

Mickey tightens the grip on my hand. I smile at him. He smiles back. It's not long until we're out of clothes. We do it quickly before the other boys find a way past the guards. I miss this. I kiss Mickey's back, and bite his shoulders and neck when I climax. Afterwards, we walk back hand in hand. Mickey drops my hand before we round the corner and come face to face with my adoring fan club. My guards almost have to beat them back to get them away from me.

"Where the fuck did you two go?" Mandy asks.

"Talk business," Mickey says, trying to adjust his clothes without her noticing. Ryan has the biggest smile on his face.

"Whatever," says Mandy. She gives Mickey another hug. I look at him. He looks at me. So I guess we're back together.

Guys please review. It gives me motivation. That's why I'm able to write so many chapters because of all of you. Also, there is going to be a lot of Gallavich sex scenes when I begin the season 3 stuff, so look out. I get to play around with their sex life. Thanks for reading. Please review.