So I tried to make this leave my brain but it wouldn't, so I thought I would try to write it down. Just another take on what happens when Mickey gets out of Juvie.

Mickey Milkovich rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip before crossing the street to Kash and Grab. He took a magazine off of the rack without looking and flicked through it, not really reading, but not really wanting to look up at the boy he knew was staring at him.

Eventually when Ian said nothing for a full five minutes, he shoved the magazine back. "What?" he growled out in his usual gruff voice.

Ian stared for a few more seconds. Like he was trying to work out what to say or do. Mickey wasn't a patient guy usually, but instead of barking he just rolled his eyes.

In the end Ian settled for blowing up in Mickey's face. "What? How about, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Mickey shrugged, knowing that it would get the red-head even more worked up. But he liked that. Ian was a fucking firecracker in bed when he was pissed. Sometimes Mickey would wind him up about Mandy just so Ian would do him harder. It was no secret that Mickey liked it rough. But it was a secret that Mickey liked it pussy slow when he was hungover or feeling lazy as fuck. He figured Ian could probably tell anyway. He fucking hated that sometimes the redhead knew exactly what he was thinking without saying a word.

Mickey pointed at his security jacket. "That bitch Linda let me had my old job back. Hit me up when you're going on break. I need you to blow me. I'll be out back having a nap. You get no sleep in that shithole."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? After everything, you want me to blow you?" Ian stepped closer annoyed as hell and Mickey could see just how much the other boy has changed in 6 months. Gallagher had gotten taller, if that was even possible. His red hair was cropped shorter. And even though Ian was just wearing a regular t-shirt, the bulging of his biceps were clearly on display.

Mickey unconsciously licked his lips as he readjusted himself through his jeans. Shit down there was getting uncomfortably tight. "Yeah. Problem? I haven't gotten any for 6 months. In case you hadn't noticed, I was banged up."

Ian scoffed and threw his hands in the air. "You are unbelievable!"

Mickey smirked back. "I know. So are we going to fuck or what?"

Mickey didn't expect Ian to sigh and stop shouting altogether. He didn't expect Ian to just shake his head and just go back to the cash register. But that's exactly what happened. And he watched, unsure of what to make of it all.

Even then he couln't stop himself from blurting out, "What the fuck?" Because really he didn't know.

"Just...forget it," Ian mumbled.

Mickey narrowed his eyes as he glared at Ian, getting more and more annoyed. The kid just wouldn't look up. "You got a problem with me, Gallagher?"

"You just don't give a shit about anything or anyone, do you?" Ian said. Mickey was surprised by the amount of bitterness in Ian's voice but he'd be damned if he showed it.

Sneering, Mickey crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't know what the fuck was going on but he was starting to get a weird feeling at the pit of his stomach and he didn't like it one bit. "So? Didn't stop you fucking me all those times before."

Ian's face twisted in disgust. "Ugh. Just do me a favour and find some other guy's warm mouth. Because that's all I am, right? Stay out of my life. We're done, remember?"

Mickey cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't following. "The fuck?"

Ian clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth. "Did you know how much it fucking hurt when I finally realised that I mean nothing to you? When I finally realised that you don't care and never will?"

Mickey didn't respond straight away. He didn't know how to. This was definitely not one of the times that Ian knew what Mickey was thinking. Mickey thought he hated that even more. After all the shit that he had been through over the past six months, the thought that Ian was going to be there ready for to fuck, was the only thing that got him through. He closed his eyes and ignored the strong pounding in his chest. He took a sharp intake of breath as he opened his eyes, knowing that Ian was looking anywhere but at him.

"Okay," he said calmly. Almost eerily.

"Okay?" This time Ian looked straight at him.

"Tell Linda I quit." Mickey didn't wait for an answer as he headed to the door. He wasn't going to give Gallagher the satisfaction of seeing him loose his shit. But for some reason he just had to turn back. "I didn't fucking kill Frank," he spat out, before storming away, shouldering Lip as he went.

Lip walked into the store just as Mickey walked out. "You're boyfriend's pissed. You had a fight?"

Ian tried to steady his breathing before he spoke. "He's not my boyfriend. He's a prick."

Lip shrugged as he leant against the counter top. "What's new? Want to talk about it?"

"We had a fight just before Mickey went to Juvie. This was round two. It's...it doesn't matter." Ian said trailing off. He didn't want to talk about how he was fucked up in the head because of Mickey of all people.

"Try me."

Ian sighed and summarised the best he could in a defeated voice. "Frank caught us fucking and Mickey wanted to kill him. I told him not to and he said I was just a warm mouth and then he got put in Juvie for punching a cop. He came back wanting to fuck, but I told him to find other warm mouth and he told me that he didn't kill Frank and left. Fuck! He's such a dick. I don't even know why I fucking care."

Lip blinked a few times before speaking. "Holy shit."

Ian nodded. "I know. I'm well shot of him. I'm surprised he didn't even put up a fight. Just fucking left. Like the coward he is."

Lip gave Ian a look of disbelief. "Are you stupid? Did you just not hear yourself? He didn't kill Frank."

" So?" Ian stared at his brother blankly. What the hell was Lip going on about?

Lip looked at Ian as if he was a fucking moron. Ian thought that maybe he was, because he really didn't get what shitty point Lip was making this time. "It's Mickey Milkovich! You told him not to kill Frank. Frank is still alive."

"I don't-"

Lip shook his head and took a breath. "When have you known Mickey Milkovich to ever do something that someone asked him to? Even Mandy can't get him to shower once a week."

"What are you-?" Ian started but then it suddenly clicked. He swallowed as he gave Lip a look of final realisation.

Lip clapped him on the back in mock congratulations. "He didn't kill Frank, Ian. If that doesn't mean Mickey fucking cares, I don't know what does."

It's kinda mushy for Mickey, right? :s

I want to write a second part where Ian goes to find Mickey so let me know if I should.

DDF

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