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"Mickey Milkovich? Are you fucking serious, Ian?"
Mickey was standing outside the Gallagher house and he overheard Lip talking to Ian.
"Lip, he's not a bad guy."
"Ian, he's a Milkovich. They're as bad as bad can get. You deserve so much better than that Ian. "
Fucker.
Mickey started walking. He didn't know where he was going but he just needed to get away.
Fucking Gallaghers.
Little pieces of shit.
Stupid motherfuckers.
Mickey was livid.
Who the fuck did he think he is? Fucker on his high horse.
Mickey's fists were clenched and his heart was pounding so hard against his chest. He found himself on the front porch of his house and he went in and went straight to his room.
He sat on his bed and just breathed. He was still angry but underneath all that anger was a tiny part of Mickey who thought that Lip was right.
Ian was too good for him. He could do so much better than someone like Mickey. Ian had a chance of actually getting out of Southside and if they were going to continue whatever it is they had between them, then he'd just be stuck here.
Ian's too good for Southside.
Fine, if the little fucker thinks he's too good for me, then fine. I ain't wasting more of my time on that fucking Gallagher.
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Mickey was doing well avoiding Ian.
He stopped stealing from the Kash & Grab. He stayed out of the house when Mandy was bringing the kid over.
He was doing well.
"Mickey!"
Well, shit.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I just... I haven't seen you around."
"Been busy."
"Oh. Well, everyone's out of the house today so I thought... if you wanted..."
"Go away Gallagher."
"Mick, did I do something?" Ian whispered, head down.
"What kind of question is that, Gallagher?" Ian flinched when Mickey raised his voice.
"I just don't understand why you left. Everything was going well and then you just disappeared!"
Mickey let out a bitter laugh. "What, you think you were something more than a quick fuck? You're nothing but a warm mouth to me. Now stop wasting my time. I have shit to do."
Mickey started walking away when he heard a sniffle from Ian's direction.
Piece of shit. Mickey thought while quickly wiping the single tear that escaped his eye.